W for Warm
The night looked abandoned; the scattered stars were of no condolence to the world that mourned for their silvered jewel in the sky. It was the night of new moon, the night that wilfully shared its darkness to paint the hanyou's mane, the night that licked away his powers, the night he felt exposed.
The monk had made use of his charm to secure them an abode to sleep. When the shackles of slumber had claimed its victory over almost everyone in the tiny hut, Inuyasha seemed unscathed and followed out to follow the gentle breeze that caressed him. His stroll ceased under the base of a tree, his gaze filtered through the gloomy leaf less branches and reached the shadows above.
Soft footsteps made its way towards him, his dark eyes fluttered with specks of light when he saw Kikiyo. Her fingers twined with his and the smallest of arc tugged the corners of his lips. She nestled in to him further and his heart almost soared away like a feather.
It started to snow.
"It's a beautiful night" She said. His face was etched in a mark of confusion as her fingers trailed the length of his raven locks that almost bled with the shade of sky itself.
"I hate nights without moon" he confessed and she sighed.
"The moon is still there. Just not illuminated"
"It's cold" He huffed.
"It's the cold that makes us fall in love with the warmth" She said with the slightest of a smile brushing her lips.
Her smile reached out and tingled in the air with the kiss of winter.
Inuyasha soaked in her illuminating smile. It was a flicker, an ignition.
He had never felt so warm before. He felt content.
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A/N : Just wanted to do one drabble on Inuyasha and Kikiyo.