Disclaimer: All rights for Inuyasha are reserved by the brilliant and wonderful Rumiko Takahashi.
Genre: General, hurt/comfort
Rating: K to K+
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Buyo often has to do the dirty work, and yet the result is always worth it.
Today's stars are Kagome and the family feline.
Favorite Spot
The day was warm with just a hint of breeze. Just the way he liked it. Stretching his for-paws, he rested his chin against them and lazed into the open window sill; it was his second most favorite basking spot in the house. He'd just begun to doze off when he heard it.
Ears perking he peeked an eye open to listen to the racket going on below. He heard the front door slam and foots steps pounding up the stairs. A few moments later a green and white blur rushed past, smelling of woe. His content mood plummeted.
Buyo didn't like it when his humans were sad.
Previous plans were set aside in favor of a new mission. Heaving his bulk off the sill, he hopped down and lopped in the girl's tracks. Nudging with door open with his nose, he assessed the situation.
His youngest female human sprawled across her sleeping spot.
Of course, it'd be there.
Why did humans have to have such high sleeping spots? Resigned Buyo made his way over and prepared to ascend. It took him a few tries, since his old joints weren't what they used to be, but finally he made it up. Padding across the soft surface he made it to her side and observed her shaking shoulders. The smell of sadness was stronger up here. Thick in the air, it made his little heart ache. She was obviously upset and Buyo was determined to cheer her up. Suddenly the smell of salt hit his nose.
His hackles rose, knowing what this meant.
She was exerting that wet stuff.
Being a cat, he had a natural dislike of anything overtly wet coming into contact with his person. It matted his fur and made it feel wrong. Tail thrashing at the thought Buyo pushed aside his dislike.
There was only one time that Buyo approached wet stuff voluntarily: When his humans became distressed.
A broken whine escaped her and instinctively he began to let out a loud rumbling purr. Immediately she turned her head to face him, her eyes watery and red rimmed.
"Hey there boy." Her voice was weak, and shook tragically. He watched with disapproval as more brimmed and slid down her cheeks, leaving shiny trails of wet in their wake.
This would not do at all.
Purring louder, he began. Waltzing over he unceremoniously began the cleaning; rubbing against her face, collecting wet stuff with his fur. He nudged with his face, brushed with his tail, and grazed with his sides.
She batted at him weakly but he was having none of it. He continued as long as she cried; the purr rumbling louder and louder in the room, until finally it happened. She laughed.
He perked his ears and churred with satisfaction as the wet stuff finally came to an end. He waited for what was to come next with their ritual. Sure enough soon she rolled to her back smiling, and he happily followed settling across his first favorite sleeping spot; right over her heart.
As her hands slicked over his body and the smell of sadness ebbed; Buyo was at peace even though his fur was slightly damp and sticky.
His eyes drifted to half massed slits, and he watched her face carefully; exerting his will forcefully, as if with his mind alone he could keep more from appearing.
She smiled at him and it wobbled, but her eyes were no longer dark with sorrow. Sighing in a way that lifted and lowered his body with its movement she spoke into the quiet room.
"No more wet stuff?"
His human understood.
FIN
Alright, so I had so much fun writing Buyo that I wanted to try another one. And thus we have the above. This wasnt written for a prompt, just my own amusement. It was inspired by a habit my own cat has. I promise by the way, that this Basket wont be full of just Buyo. I have other tid bits to add. I just like his kitty cuteness. :)
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