A/N: It's a silly little thing.
The Circle
Kaede was an old woman. She had seen a lot of weird stuff.
But what she saw upon entering her hut one day took the top spot in matter of seconds.
There sat Inuyasha, cross-legged and with look of intense focus on his face. He was untangling something from Kagome's hair. The young miko was seated in front of the hanyou, letting him run his claws through her hair while she herself was brushing Sango's dark tresses. A handful of burs was scattered around them. Sango had her hair down, so Kagome could work on it while she was busy making sure there were no burs in Miroku's. The monk sat calmly, letting her work while he was making sure Shippou's tail and mop of orange hair weren't adorned with burs. The kitsune was using his little nimble fingers to rack through Inuyasha's mane.
The whole group was so focused on their respective tasks that they needed a full minute to realize Kaede was standing in the doorway, staring at them.
"A youkai threw us in a bunch of bushes," Kagome said, blushing a little.
"Ah, that's quite alright," the old miko nodded. Then she smiled a little at the rag tag group of friends. "Continue your task, children, I think I'll go for a walk," she said.
"Alright," Sango smirked. "If you see Kirara tell her to join us,I will be able to brush her fur free of the burs as soon as I finish with this," she tugged a strand of Miroku's hair.
"Fair Sango, please, show your gentler side," he pleaded.
"Don't whine, it's all your fault we're like that," Inuyasha grumbled from behind Kagome, smirking secretively as he ran his fingers through her hair. Shippou was silent, thinking if Inuyasha would skin him if he tied a few knots in his mane. He glanced up to his ears plastered to his skull and decided it'd be wiser not to get on his bad side today.