Disclaimer: All rights for Inuyasha are reserved by the brilliant and wonderful Rumiko Takahashi.
Genre: General, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: K+
Warnings: Emotions ahead!
Summary: Its funny how even the smallest of objects, can mean so much.
Todays Star is Inuyasha.
Ghost of the Past
"KAGOME!"
Having just returned, Kagome caught the excited kit and ruffled his hair in welcome before setting him and her overly bulky backpack at the foot of a tree. Cautiously she turned her gaze skyward to meet guarded golden eyes. "I'm back, just like I promised."
Still smarting over the sitting he'd been given before she left, Inuyasha turned his head away stubbornly with a snort.
Dark brows drew together, but before she could take the moody dog to task, Kagome found herself with a rather impatient audience.
"Didja bring me anything, Kagome?"
Unable to keep her frown in place, a smile broke across Kagome's face, "Of Course I did, Shippou-chan!" Yipping happily the kit dug in with a gusto.
Watching fondly as he exclaimed over each new item, she didn't notice Inuyasha emerging from the tree until leaves fluttered around them. Turning she prepared to defend herself from the coming argument, but her voice froze in her throat.
What on earth…?
Inuyasha sat on his haunches, a small leather ball cupped in one hand.
"What's that, Inuyasha?" Shippou scooted closer to the older male.
Haunted golden eyes lifted before he spoke softly, "…It's a Kamari Ball"
When he didn't speak again, Kagome called his name uncertainly. "Inuyasha?"
Shaking his head, he set the ball down gently, and leapt off with a single, "Keh"
Kagome's heart pounded painfully as he disappeared into the trees.
What about seeing a ball, of all things, made Inuyasha look like he wanted to cry?
FIN
Prejudice and cruelty are things that never leave the human heart. They might heal, but we will always remember them. That's kinda what I wanted to portray with this piece.
For documention sake this was origionally posted and written for the live journal community Iyissekiwa's drabble challenge #145, on March 6th, 2012.
The prompt was Ball or Bawl, I choose ball but funnily enought both applied by the time I was done. Word limit between 100-250 words, this piece stands at 250 words exactly.
Hope you enjoyed!
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