Disclaimer: Just you wait, I'll get him soon, but for the moment, I do not own Inuyasha and co. The ingenious Rumiko Takahashi is the fortunate woman there.
Teaching a Half Dog-Demon New Tricks
Drabble Series
By: kagomesbutterflyfeeling
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Chapter 2:
Fetch
The morning sun beamed down pleasantly on the long stretch of a dirt road. A light breeze fluttered through the lush green fields swaying the long blades of grass and wild flowers in a graceful dance. The sky was an endless blue without a cloud in sight. And, for once, the young group of unlikely travellers and comrades remained devoid of any bickering or arguments as they trekked down that very same road.
The self-asserted leader of the pack, long silver hair, golden eyes and randomly twitching dog ears, was calmly plodding along at the front. Beside him strolled the fifteen-year old, time travelling priestess. The contraption created in her time she called a 'bi-cy-cle' was being wheeled along at her side. Both seemed peculiarly happy and unlikely to squabble, which caused the rest of the group to deeply consider demon possession, incantation or spell of some sort to have come into play.
They were the supposedly virtuous, but actually a notorious lecher, monk Miroku, the sometimes violent but kind-hearted, demon slayer, Sango along with her fire cat, two-tailed companion, Kilala and a young kitsune named Shippo. Each were following a number of paces behind, watching in bewilderment as the two before them walked quietly and at some form of peace, doing everything but skipping and throwing flowers in the air. What a scene that would have been for the half dog demon to take part in.
Sango leant over to the monk, adjusting her weapon Hiraikotsu that was strapped to her shoulder slightly and whispered discreetly—hoping Inuyasha's keen hearing wouldn't be able to pick it up—"Don't you think Inuyasha is acting very...chipper this morning?"
"Not just Inuyasha my dear Sango, Kagome too. They were like that when they returned to us this morning. Hmm...I have a few possibilities that could have put a spring into their step," Miroku said suggestively, a grin plastered to his face as a faraway look appeared in his violet, shimmering in the sunlight eyes.
Sango cuffed him over the back of the head. "Stop thinking so dirty. They were not doing that," she ascertained.
"Now now Sango," that gleam remaining in his eyes, full of mischief as he pointed out, "I never said that, you were the one who jumped to that conclusion."
She spluttered incoherently and then resorted to just simply glaring at him, her coffee eyes squinted. Her cheeks then flushed a dark crimson colour as she felt the presence of something on her backside and wasted no time to quickly hit the perpetrator—hard—with the Hiraikotsu. A large bump rising instantly at the place of impact.
The couple who were once blissfully unaware of what was going on behind them before, now turned back in surprise, but taking in the usual, daily scene; they shrugged and continued on their way as they had been doing previously.
"That is just so weird," Shippo spoke up. A soft mew noised echoing in agreement, coming from the cream and black furred Kilala who was strolling at her mistress's feet leniently.
"I concur, but let's not take this all for granted and instead enjoy this moment while it lasts," Miroku concluded, rubbing the lump on the top of his cranium.
"Which probably won't be long," Shippo added, hopping back onto Miroku's shoulder after fleeing swiftly when the threat of the demon slayer's temper made his sense of self preservation go on hyper-alert.
"Look guys! A clearing's up ahead! We can take a break there and have lunch!" Kagome suggested enthusiastically with a sweet smile.
The others nodded their heads in agreement, but waited for their unofficial leader's protest and the predictable fight that was sure to follow.
And waited...
...And waited...
"Sounds like a plan," that very same person declared, nodding his head, while one of his dog ears flicked in content.
Sango, Miroku and Shippo all gaped. That was definitely not what they had expected. When was the last time Inuyasha had agreed with Kagome, willingly? It seemed so long ago, they each were struggling to recall. And then this?
"Alright, I'm actually considering demon possession right now," Shippo commented, still perched on the monk's shoulder, blinking his emerald eyes repeatedly and even resorting to pinching Miroku—who yelped in protest—proving that this wasn't at all a dream.
They ambled their way into the clearing, the grass short and pale green with a few white, yellow and pale blue flowers littering the area, making the scenery very eye-appeasing. Inuyasha and Kagome were now settling themselves down under the shade of a tall, freshly blooming with thick foliage tree, its trunk sturdy and a certain tone of brown. Kagome had retrieved from her nifty, overstuffed, yellow backpack, another one of her plastic, blue sheets, spreading it out on the ground so they could rest and feast, doing just that.
It wasn't until after they had finished their delicious, home-made meals Kagome and her mother had generously bothered to cook for them when some of the nearby bushes began to rustle noisily, capturing all in the groups attention.
Inuyasha stood up, his clawed hand positioning itself on the hilt of Tetsusaiga, ready to draw out if need be. Miroku clutched his staff tightly and drew it closer to his erect body ready for any unexpected attacks. Sango slid over to grab Hiraikotsu, Kagome following suit and sweeping up her bow and quiver of arrows straight after while Shippo huddled behind Kilala who had instinctively transformed into her larger, intimidating feline form, growling flippantly but with a clear message of warning.
They were ready.
A low, silky, dry chuckle resonated around the clearing, the ambiance altering from the lazy, peaceful feel to something more dark and sinister. A petite form slithered slickly through the shrubbery, her form tall and slim. Her midnight black, wide ears perched on the top of her head, the same coloured, lengthy, curling tail, along with the pearly white claws and fangs elongated from her fingers and mouth gave away easily that she was a demon. But they didn't even have to open their eyes to know that. Of course, it did help them identify her specifically as a cat demon.
Inuyasha snarled, baring his fangs at her to which she responded with a hiss, crouching down onto all fours and stretching her back up in the air. She was dressed to express her slender figure, her black clothes tight and cuddled each curve and flaunting her defining qualities. Miroku hummed in appreciation.
Sango's aura flared, her face becoming menacing as she glared angrily at him, slapping him on the cheek. "You pervert! She's our enemy! We have to defeat her, you're not supposed to be eyeing her like that!"
"Please," the demon spoke, her voice a seductive purr. "He can do whatever he wants," she whirred contentedly with a flick of her tail and a wink of one of her crystal blue eyes.
Sango growled. "There's no point. We're going to crush you!"
The cat-girl spared a laugh. "What? You lot, with the pup? I highly doubt that. He's a mere half demon, a wretched mutt. Do not delude yourselves into thinking you could possibly bare a chance against me, Ayama," she boasted, puffing out her chest, to which Miroku had to repress another drone of approval.
"Pup? Mutt! Look who's talking you hairball! You'll regret sounding all high and mighty when I'm through with you!" Inuyasha spat out and charged at the girl, Tetsusaiga unsheathed to reveal the magnificent fang it was.
After approaching the disturbance of their calm lunch break, Inuyasha brought down his sword to slice the female in half; but her movement was of a vast celerity. She used her lengthy tail to trip him off his feet, then dashed out of the way in the direction of Kagome.
"...Should have known she was after the shards," was all Inuyasha mumbled with a growl as he got up, and then sprang after his opponent, determined to reach her before she did Kagome.
He had caught up significantly, pleased when he noticed that the rest of his pack were surrounding Kagome, weapons ready to protect her. Of course, when the cat demon Ayama bound up in the air to attack his shard detector from above, it became a little more difficult. Fortunately, Inuyasha managed to grab the annoying woman's long appendage sticking out of her lower back, attaining the immediate reaction of her fur standing on end as she bristled, turning to face him, her crystal blue eyes narrowed.
"You insolent pup! Let go!" She demanded, landing, perfectly, on all fours.
She bent around, swiping her claws at him, thoroughly enraged that his grip on her tail had not loosened one bit, in fact, it had tightened to the point where his claws were digging into the flesh, drawing specks of blood. Sango and Miroku prepared to advance on the fired feline, but one command from Inuyasha caused them to hesitate.
"Don't! She's after Kagome for the shards. Protect Kagome; I'll handle this stray fur ball."
At that moment, Ayama twisted in the air, sending Inuyasha flying into a solid tree trunk, and swept her tail near her face so she could inspect it. She locked gazes with him next, her cerulean eyes piercing into his amber. She then shifted her head in a completely different direction from him, her ebony, shoulder length hair obscuring his view of her small, heart shaped face.
She was staring at Kagome.
Again.
Inuyasha charged at her, Tetsusaiga in the air. He would have used the Wind Scar there and then, if it weren't for the fact the stupid feline standing right in front of his friends. So he'd just have to move her, wouldn't he?
Too bad cats are stubborn creatures. Ayama rushed to the side just as he thrust his father's fang at her, sprinting to assault from behind. Inuyasha spun on his heel and managed to hold back her sharp claws a few centimetres away from his nose using his blade. Quickly bringing her extended nails back, she tried again, switching hands rapidly, Inuyasha moving Tetsusaiga to impede her, the contact between the two causing painful clinking noises to echo in the forest and around the clearing.
"You stupid dog! Stop getting in my way!"
A snort answered to that order. "Oh yeah? Like I'm just going to roll over and let you do that."
"You are a canine after all," she pointed out snidely, further infuriating the said half dog-demon who was struggling against the cat woman's ferocity.
"That's it!" And with that Inuyasha forged onward managing to slice one of her forearms, causing her to recoil and him to hop back, regaining some space between them. He was now in between his group of friends and her, the perfect position for a Wind Scar.
Ayama was currently holding her other arm to her newest wound, a surprised expression on her pale face, a glimmer in her eyes. That glimmer changed however, after a glimpse towards Kagome altered it to one of determination. Returning to all fours once again and disregarding the thick, red liquid that was oozing onto the grass—staining it—at an alarming rate which came from her, and strutted in a small circle, her rosy lips quirked upwards in a smirk.
"You know," she began slyly, pacing ever so slowly towards Inuyasha, who raised his sword in caution, his lips curled back into a snarl, "they say its bad luck when a black cat happens to cross your path." She did that exact action, parading right across from him.
Inuyasha swiped at her, but missed. This woman was fast. If he timed his Wind Scar wrong, she would dodge it and be more aware of the power of his mighty fang. "So what? Like I'm supposed to believe something as crazy as that," he retorted, his honey coloured irises following their enemy's movements carefully, unsure of what she was attempting to do or what her next move could possibly be.
"That's right. It's only some superstition," Kagome piped up, then clamped her hand against her mouth, realising she had caught their adversary's attention and Inuyasha's glare on top of that.
"Shut up, stupid!" Inuyasha snapped, astonished she had spoken up like that when it was so obvious to keep her as invisible as they could.
Ayama shrugged her black material clad shoulders, hair swinging around her neck as she continued to sashay her way around in a pointless manner. One hand after another, tail twitching this way and that. All of a sudden she launched at Kagome, just as Inuyasha grasped the fact that she had been making her way closer to them without anyone noticing it.
He cried out, turning to let the other's know to be on guard, but, somehow, Ayama had already worked her way into the circle—an injured Miroku lying on the ground briefly explained how—and was now standing right before Kagome, who was wide-eyed and too close to shoot one of her arrows.
Ayama's eyes twinkled; lifting her hand in the air to slash her victim; Kagome closed her eyes and clasped her hands together in a praying position, her raven hair flowing around her gently in the breeze. Inuyasha tried to swallow down the sudden lump in his throat and push back his panic, instead resolving to rush towards her in hopes of preventing what seemed to be the inevitable outcome.
Ayama's claws came down and Inuyasha yelled out with all the oxygen in his lungs.
"KAGOME!"
A loud snapping noise, a squeak, and a hiss were the sounds that followed next. Inuyasha's brain had to catch up with all of the motion that had just occurred as he stared unbelieving at the scene before him. One thought repeating in his head over and over again.
'I wasn't there to save her...'
Luckily, Kilala was.
At that last possible moment, Kilala had managed to snap the collar on the back of Kagome's neck—a squeak was Kagome's response—and yanked her out of range of the otherwise fatal blow. Sango had managed to hit the demon's skull with her boomerang, causing another hiss to erupt from the victim's throat, her pain clearly etched into her tone.
Kagome's pink bicycle standing in solitude in what was now the centre of the battlefield toppled over as she was forcefully saved by Kilala. The bold backpack squeezed into the front woven basket couldn't manage to contain all that was inside of it. Items that had been packed last before the demanding journey rolled out of their confinements and ended scattered across the ground.
Tearing the Hiraikotsu away from Sango's grip, throwing it to the other end of the clearing, then jumping into mid air and kicking Sango in the stomach who fell back from the blow, Ayama returned to facing the space where Kagome was once occupying. A chuckle escaped her as she bent down merrily, her tail—which turned out to be implausibly strong—fending off another attack from Sango.
It turned out Kagome and the jewel shards were not what this young female cat demon had been hunting for...
~*~*~
"There you go Ayama!" Kagome cheerfully announced upon the completion of her task causing her to beam brightly, satisfied with how her handiwork had turned out.
Ayama peered intently at the bandages covering her arm where the insufferable demon mutt had sliced her with his sturdy sword. Purring in gratitude, she smiled warmly at the odd priestess, a fang glinting in the sunlight.
"Thank you, Kagome."
"No problem." Kagome chirped, packing her medical kit back into her over-stuffed backpack, having to resort to pushing it in with all of her bodily weight to make it fit.
Inuyasha snorted, sitting off to the side of the group who were huddled around the big tree's trunk, his back to them as his nose was snootily stuck up in the air, arms and legs crossed in his usual Indian-style position. He huffed, again, unhappy with having 'that cat' around them after her previous attack, swearing Kagome was too kind for her own good.
"I'm sorry about the monk..." Ayama apologised, sending a guilty look towards the injured young man lying on the ground sleeping restlessly, the slash marks on his shoulders covered by a towel, soaking up the blood.
"It's alright, I'll patch him up." Kagome replied, trying to smother away the shame that was coating her newest friend's strikingly beautiful eyes.
"If only it had been more obvious with what you were after," Sango stated slightly amused mixed with regret as she continued to watch Miroku like a hawk, sitting beside his head and staying clear of his hands just in case.
"I thought it was pretty obvious that I was after them though," Ayama pointed out, standing up and curling her back in a cat-like manner, stretching it and pawing her hands in the air. Her tail spun around in circles contentedly. The silver bell attached to her newly attained pink collar clutched around her throat tinkling sweetly as she shook her black hair around her. She purred.
Kagome laughed, "I guess if we were cat demons we would have suspected it. Fish and a bell, a classic must for felines."
Ayama grinned, cocking her head to the side, Kilala—who had long ago returned to her cute, smaller form—mewed her agreement earning a smile from Sango who she sat beside. Shippo was curled up in front of them, asleep beside the perverted monk, having gotten bored after a while.
"Thank Kami we're not cat demons," Inuyasha commented sourly.
"Well I best be making my depart. My sister is a little over-protective, I try not to set her off if I can prevent a lecture," Ayama casually informed them, ignoring Inuyasha's jibe, sending a wink to Kagome and bidding her farewells.
"Thanks for the cooked fish and other strange meals, Kagome! And the bell, I'll be sure to show it off to my clan!" Ayama waved, then as an afterthought said, "Goodbye, Inuyasha!"
"Yeah, whatever," he replied absently as he studied Tetsusaiga's blade for any harm done.
"See ya, Amaya!" Kagome waved in return as the cat demon pounced back into the underbrush she had appeared from earlier on, then frowned when she switched her focus onto the moaning monk on the ground with them.
"Good riddance," the irate half-demon muttered, sheathing his precious heirloom, growling at the concept of a clan of cat demons located nearby.
Kagome faced him, her hands fisted on her hips, "Inuyasha..."
Said boy flinched.
"Could you please go fetch some water from the river nearby. I need to properly clean Miroku's wound."
Blinking when he wasn't firmly implanted into the ground, Inuyasha obeyed without thought or complaint, dashing off in search of the required body of water needed, a bottle in his grasp to hold the cleansing liquid. His feet padding silent against the ground, the only sound that came was from the foliage he pushed aside without contemplation.
"Wow, I didn't know you had trained Inuyasha so well, Kagome. He didn't object or anything," Sango remarked astonished, pausing in her petting of Kilala who was nuzzled against her thigh.
Kagome giggled, "Maybe saying 'fetch' just brought forth his obedient side." Sango joined in on the laughter, finding great amusement with the prospect of that.
Miroku groaned, disrupting the moment. Both girls' expressions darkened as they examined his injuries, noting that it wasn't anything life-threatening but was indeed worthy of some groans of pain. Kagome sat down in a kneeling position, mimicking Sango at that moment, and removed the cloth around Miroku's shoulder, dabbing it to soak up more of the crimson substance that had ceased gushing out of the laceration.
To think all this had been done simply because Amaya was after the leftovers of the group's homemade lunch—that coincidently happened to be a seafood platter. It was amusing in one sense, but, reminded of the damage done to their friend, it was also serious, not that he hadn't survived through far worse.
Inuyasha returned, tossing the bottle of water and a canteen he had also taken to refill at Kagome who caught them after a tiny bit of juggling. He was about to sit down once more when another command by Kagome stopped him.
"Inuyasha, could you fetch me the medical kit that I accidently packed away?"
Mumbling, he proceeded to do just that, not having the exact patience to put up with the bag's stubbornness. He dropped the required object next to Kagome, and sat on his haunches as he observed her open the pristine white box with a bizarre red cross on the lid up and fumble around inside for a few random things, finally pulling out an ointment she and Kaede had made when they were at the hut a few days ago.
Moving her hand around her, she sighed after realisation of something Inuyasha was unsure of hit her, "Inuyasha, fetch me a clean rag please."
Inuyasha cussed, but did so anyways. For some reason, he was actually pleased that he was able to help her on the healing of his friend's injuries. He remained oblivious to Kagome's exact wording, and Kagome seemed to disregard it after the second or third time—she ended up having to ask him a few favours during the process of nursing Miroku back to health—but Sango did not.
Nor did Miroku when he woke up shortly after Kagome began patting his wound with a piece of cloth and ointment rubbed into the material, causing a jolt of pain throughout his body. He accepted her apology graciously, reassuring her it was not needed and that he was grateful for what she was doing for him. However, despite the stinging, he managed to grin when he heard Kagome's instructions for Inuyasha, who was unexpectedly complied without putting up an argument of any sort.
When Kagome stood up, moving to gather something herself since Inuyasha was not present at that moment as he was gathering wood for a fire, since it seemed that they would be camping here for the night, the monk whispered to the demon slayer who was in earshot of him, "I wonder what has passed between those two that makes them so...agreeable to each other, that would cause Inuyasha to abide by Kagome's requests." The look in his violet orbs however, made it appear he had a few theories already.
She gazed at him, unimpressed, "Whatever it is, Miroku, it's not what you're thinking."
"And what would that be, my dearest?" he sweetly asked, blinking innocently at her.
"Cut the crap with all that 'dearest' business, and you know what I mean." Sango glared at him forebodingly.
Miroku opened his mouth to make a rebuttal but shut it when Kagome returned, this time with bandages. Inuyasha too emerged, brushing off a few stray branches that had attached themselves to his red haori and dumped all the accumulated wood close by them, parking himself in the dirt to set up the campfire.
Miroku noisily exhaled through gritted teeth when Kagome accidently pressed too hard on his sore shoulder, fisting his hand that he 'forgot' was awfully close to a particular part of Sango's anatomy, causing her to flush and slap him painfully. This awoke a certain kitsune who whined in displeasure and then demanded food. Inuyasha sighed, knowing that tonight was going to be a long one.
~*~*~
The sun had long ago set with an elaborate array of warm colours, allowing the pale glowing of the half-moon to take its stage and shine through, becoming the main source of light. Thousands of stars dotted the sky, like shiny sequins to a black piece of velvety material, clustered together in formations, a sight to truly take your breath away. The temperature had reduced noticeably from the somewhat high level it had been that particular summer day, a gentle draft continued to blow around pleasantly.
Kagome loved these nights.
She had to give credit to the Feudal Era, despite its lack of decent hygiene and luxuries—which she didn't blame them for—they sure did have the most magnificent views. Given the choice between towering buildings, competitively and sometimes dangerously high skyscrapers, busy streets and a lot of cement grey of her era or the open, lusciously green scenery of five hundred years in the past, she'd chose the latter. Even the view at night was so much different.
Inuyasha had once noticed this after venturing to her time in the middle of the night in an attempt to bring her back after another one of their infamous arguments. Instead he had ended up spending the night leaning against her bed on her floor, but had, apparently, at one point journeyed onto her roof for a while, thus observing the contrast between the sky views during the hours of darkness.
His curious enquiries as to why that next morning had left her wondering and questioning certain things.
"What are you doing?"
Kagome jumped at the unexpected presence of another, but instantly knew there was no threat as she easily identified the deep, agitated voice without sparing a glance at the owner. A growl followed after they received no answer.
Kagome sat back from her huddled position; knees withdrawn close to chest and arms wrapped around them, chin resting on top, and stretched her arms behind her, using them to hold her up. She titled her head towards her guest, her raven hair shifting over her shoulder at the movement and gazed at Inuyasha tenderly.
"I'm just star gazing."
"You should be sleeping," he stated firmly.
"So should you," Kagome dully retorted, cutting him off when he went to bark back something in return, "Why don't you join me, Inuyasha?" That shut him up.
Rolling her chocolate brown irises, she patted the vacant spot on the grass beside her, a fair distance away from the area her friends were peacefully slumbering, and returned to intently peering at the sky above. Or so she wanted to perceive as she watched Inuyasha from the corner of her eye.
In answer he crossed his arms but walked over to where she indicated and sat down, comfortably close to his Kagome, but not obviously so. Cocking his head upwards, following the example of the schoolgirl beside him, he admired the sight of the twinkling stars littering the sky surrounding the moon gracefully.
The spectacle didn't hold as much interest as a certain someone did to him though.
Inuyasha settled with resting his amber orbs onto his star gazing buddy, admiring the way the moonlight softened her features even more, causing her skin to resemble that of porcelain and her irises to shimmer with the reflections of what held her interest at the moment whilst also highlighting her dark locks. Nothing had ever seemed so ethereal to him before.
"Thank you..."
The words slipped through her plump, rosy pink lips. Inuyasha's eyes widened, he hadn't said that comment out loud, had he? Was Kagome suddenly gifted with the ability to read minds, or even just his? All these thoughts whirled through his mind overwhelmingly, he needed them straightened out, and there was only one possible method he could conjure up at that second.
"Huh?"
He never said it was a brilliant one.
"Thank you, for helping me with Miroku this afternoon, I really was making you run around," Kagome explained.
Without being consciously aware of the fact, Inuyasha exhaled a large amount of oxygen he had held in, then found his cheeks heating up slightly at the attention he was now receiving from the girl of his affections. It seemed ironic, that the one time she really looks at him during this little session, had to be the exact instant he had to sport a blush. At this realisation, Inuyasha felt his cheeks redden a further few shades in embarrassment.
"Keh."
Kagome's lips quirked up into a smile and then, thankfully, turned away. Inuyasha sighed, because that little exchange wasn't awkward at all.
"It felt kinda nice..." Inuyasha cursed himself mentally when Kagome turned back to him, her eyes expressing her confusion and her curiosity.
"What?" she asked mildly, knowing how uneasy the half demon got when he talked about his feelings and or more sincere thoughts.
"I felt kinda nice, you know, helping you out with the letch and all. I was needed and relied on. I haven't experienced that sort of thing much in my life, except when I'm protecting you," he admitted, everything coming out in whispers, carried away by the wind as soon as the words were spoken. Kagome still heard and placed one of her delicate hands on one of his own clawed, more calloused hands.
"I'm glad you feel that way. We all need you, Inuyasha, believe me, we do," Kagome consoled, their orbs staring into the other intensely. 'I do...' She added mentally.
Kagome was the first to look away from their passionate gazes, both of them now adorning crimson blushes.
Kagome scooted over, closing up the gap between the two of them and rested her head on his shoulder, her heart skipping a beat when she felt him place his chin on top of her head. Both sighed happily in content. Kagome needed to say one more thing before she settled down to indulge in this rare occasion she and Inuyasha shared.
"Besides, Inuyasha, it's nice to help out..."
"Keh."
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A/N: And that's chapter 2 done. I much prefer this chapter than the last, and I hope you all like it just as much.
Dedication: Soulless Lover, for her extraordinary editing work and being the best friend anyone could ask for. This is to you, Soul Mate! (I'm not going to move on from that) Also, to Jwelstone, who I promised this chapter too as a birthday present, which is now very much belated. Happy Birthday girl!!! And...well, I suppose, my younger sisters, who shall be referred to as 'Betty' and 'Veronie' due to Soulless Lover's admirable nicknaming/name remembering talents, who both had their birthdays during my posting of the last chapter and now, (Happy Birthday to 'Betty' for today).
Also, to Kurinju-sama, inuyashafan424567 and Otaku-Rehab who also celebrated their birthdays between my updates. And of course to my reviewers, who are amazing and incredibly generous to me, thank you!!!
...I think that's about it. Stay tuned for Chapter 3 folks!!!
Till then,
Have fun!
KBF