Once More, This Time With Strays
Mama Higurashi, despite her kind and loving nature, had to acknowledge that this was a pathetic sight, right out of a movie: her daughter standing in the doorway, soaked from the rain, using her puppy-dog eyes to clearly beg, Can we keep him?
She sighed, arms crossed, just as she had at a similar scene years ago. "Kagome, you know we can't afford to feed any more strays." At least, she conceded, not until Buyo, the first Higurashi stray, stopped waking up from his coma-like naps.
Mama Higurashi wasn't sure if it was tears or the water dripping down from her daughter's hair, but by the furrowing of Kagome's brow, she could tell her daughter had decided to up the ante. "Please, Mama, just until he gets better."
She stood her ground, cocking a brow. I've heard that one before. When Kagome had shown up on their doorstep with Buyo, the cat had been so skinny, it was easy to see his ribs under all the wet fur. Two weeks later and in much better health, the cat had turned into a bear trap of claws and fangs at the mention of going to a better home. He still looked at her warily and sulked when Kagome was gone.
Now came the tears, complete with lip quiver. Mama sighed. "Fine." Kagome cheered up right away, looking hopeful. "But he has to leave once he's better," she said firmly. Not that she thought it would make any difference; Kagome had already started dragging the black-cloaked, black-haired—and was that a sword?—man inside and upstairs, clearly not listening any more.
Mama sighed. Hopefully this one wouldn't get overly possessive of Kagome, too. Buyo would be hell to put up with if he was kicked off his human's bed.
AN: What can I say? I had an image of panicked chibi-Kagome holding a soaking chibi-Hiei, and this was born :) And I like the idea of a normal/frustrated Mama Higurashi. Hope you enjoyed it!