Disclaimer: This story is based on "Inuyasha," copyrighted by Rumiko Takahashi. No infringement of copyright intended or implied.

She's Back

The shout woke up Myoga from his latest filling if flat meal. Scrambling out of his nest of dark brown hair on Momo's poll, what the flea saw was Totosai's hammer descending straight towards him.

Myoga yelped, leaping out of the way just in time. "What do you think you're doing, Totosai!" he yelled at the top of his tiny voice. "You could have crushed me!"

"Hah!" Perched on the tip of the Momo's horn, Myoga saw Totosai grinning and doing a little jig, completely ignoring him. "I knew she'd come back! I knew it! Look at them! Just look at them!"

Movement behind the flea caused him to turn, and his buggy eyes bugged out even more as he saw the scene projected by Momo's three eyes. Gone for three years—gone forever, he had thought, Kagome stood beside the well, held in Inuyasha's arm, her eyes locked with the hanyo's.

"She's back," he whispered. Memory of the taste of her tangy, effervescent, and dangerously-spicy, reiki-laced blood rose, and he quivered with sudden avarice and glee. "She's back!"

"Yep." Myoga flinched as the hammer dropped again, then protested when the image vanished.

"Hey!"

"What? You some kind of voyeur?" Totosai had his attention on the flea now, smirking. "You can take Momo if you want—just send him back when you get to the village."

"But, how'd you know-?"

Totosai snorted. "You forget who I am, Myoga? That boy is bonded so tight with that blade—you think when he knew Kagome was back, the sword didn't know, too? Tessaiga is practically howling with glee." He sniffed. "Now get on with you, if you're going."

"Oh, yeah. Thanks." Myoga slid back down to the thick thatch of hair on the bull youkai's forehead. "Let's go, Momo."

His snout quivered in anticipation. If they were that happy, he might be able to snack without being flattened…

Chuckling to himself, Totosai sauntered back to his forge. Life was apt to get more interesting again.

Author's Note: This piece was written for the LiveJournal community FirstTweak, for the prompt, "What the Flea Saw." It was originally published on May 22, 2011.