Inspired by "Jealous" by Labyrinth
Thunder rolled in the distance as the married couple settled in for the night. "It's fixing to storm.." Sango muttered, looking worried at the noren as she tucked the twins into bed, their identical faces completely at piece for once. Sitting back on her heels, she her right hand was drawn to her pregnant belly as if my a magnet, mindlessly caressing the mound.
"Miroku sighed, setting the cast iron pot on its hook to dry. "You know how he has gotten with the rain recently." he smiled reassuringly, trying to mask his own worry and calm his wife's. He always worried about his silver haired companion. Especially when it rained.
The man in question stood in the center of a familiar field by an old worn well. The wind tore at his robes like desperate hands, his alabaster tresses whipping around him like a sentient being. Golden eyes, previously hidden beneath bangs, drew up towards thick black clouds just as the first drops touched the soft downy fur covering the inner cone of his canine ears, making them twitch. Those eyes hid once again, this time by copper toned lids as their owner's chin remained pointed towards the sky, welcoming the warm torrent.
"Kagome told me about how all the water in the world stays the same, just goes through a weird cycle and gets used again." He thought, embracing the drops as they got fatter and heavier, drenching him in moments. His hair and robes now clung to his body like a second skin. "Maybe.." he thought, clenching his fist.
"Maybe the same rain that's touching my face right now will find her in the future. Maybe.. maybe she'll think of me." It was the only thing he held on to nowadays. A year and a half ago, during a storm like this, Inuyasha had been reminded of the lesson. Shippo had inquired about evaporation because the tea he had set aside that morning was half empty when he returned that evening.
"You see.." Kagome began, her teaching voice in full motion. She gestured to the first crude drawing in the dirt. It was of an ocean. "This is representing all the water in the whole world. The sun heats it up and it rises into the sky as vapors," as she spoke, her fingers moved along the diagram. " And those vapors build up as clouds. Once the clouds become too heavy, the condensed vapors turn into rain drops and fall back to the earth and replenish the lakes, rivers and oceans!" She had stood up then, her ebony locks dancing as she victoriously placed her fist on her hips. "So.. the water we have now is the same water in your time?" Sango had asked, reviewing the sketches. "Well.. essentially yes." Kagome laughed, not wanting to try and explain weather patterns and other countries and wind variables. "I guess you can say that!"
As soon as he had remembered her lesson, Inuyasha had gone outside and stood among the droplets. He had a chance to vicariously be with her. And he had done it with every single rain since. Back in the present he stood, jealous of the rain in her time. The rain that got to touch her skin. The rain that was closer to her than his hands had been. The rain that was closer to her than her own shadow. He wished her the best that her world had to give her. It didn't mean he didn't wish for her to suddenly appear and tell him how much she had missed him. How she found no happiness without him by her side. How she had been as restless as he.
So there he was, eyes closed, drenched from ear tip to toe. Maybe.. maybe some of those rain drops would carry him to her in the far off land that was her home.
500 years later, a young High School third year ran up the daunting steps towards her home, trying to beat the rain clouds that loomed ominously above her. A crack of thunder sent shivers up her spine as she hit the top step and began to feel the warm drops on her navy colored school uniform. As she ran across the shrine grounds, the bottom fell out, completely soaking her in moments. "No!" she cried, feeling defeated in having lost the race. As she went to pass the well house she stopped, a force asking her to cease. And once she did, she closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sky, the drops touching her lips as warm as a pair she saw in her dreams.
"The rain felt like a warm hug, reaching to her soul, wrapping around her like strong tanned arms. A gentle smile played on her lips as she remembered the owners light chuckle, his deep thrumming growl, his pink tinted cheeks as her hand intertwined in his.
"Kagome!" her mothers voice called from the porch, "Come inside, dear! You'll catch cold! Dinner is ready! I made ramen!" With one last longing look towards the well, Kagome hurried to her home, thankful for the moment of peace in her usually restless life as she longed for the grouchy owner of a pair of eyes the color of spun gold.