Tangled
I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
It was a cool Autumn evening, and a warm fire burned in the fire pit. Sitting near the light, Kagome pulled a comb through the silk of her husband's hair. She was amazed by it, how heavy it felt in her hands, but how easily she could pull her boxwood comb through it. Tonight though, it was filled with bits of leaves and full of tangles.
"Ow!" he said, jerking away from her.
"Don't be such a baby, InuYasha," Kagome said. She freed the offending tangle wrapped around a piece of twig. "It's not my fault that you decided to go rolling through the leaf pile with Atae."
InuYasha turned and looked at the sleeping form of his four year old son laying near them. "He had a good time of it, though. Wore him out." He sighed. "I just sort of forgot about tonight."
She pulled the comb through again, and caught another snag.
"Leave me some hair, woman," he said, grabbing the comb out of her hand. He looked at her with irritated, violet eyes. "Anything else there, you can comb it out in the morning."
Trying to suppress a laugh, she reached out and pulled a last bit of leaf off the top of his black locks. "Put your son to bed, and I'll try to make it up to you." She took the comb out of his hands, dragged it through her own shining locks. "That was the idea of wearing him out, right?"
InuYasha smiled, and reached out and touched his wife's own midnight tresses, a perfect match for his own new moon color. "Yeah. But no more torture, all right?"
She nodded, and as he moved the sleeping boy back to his futon behind the screen, she couldn't help but giggle.