A.N. I do not own Inuyasha or Doctor Who. Or anything, really. I am pretty poor. I am planning on focusing on original work for NaNoWriMo, so nothing will be getting updated in November.
The smell of spices and sweat mingled together on the crowded streets. Bits of accented English, Marathi, Hindi, and Tamil mixed together, along with more languages that neither Kagome or Donna could place. Mumbai was busy, crowded, beautiful, and just the sort of place Kagome could lose track of her own thoughts.
Donna was a cheerful companion, more of a tourist, asking questions and laughing easily. She took out her phone to use a translator on occasion, fumbling through communication, but somehow appearing affable and charming in her befuddlement.
"Oh, thank you," Kagome murmured, breaking from her reverie when her companion handed over a steaming container of ragda pattice, pani puri, and a few new foods.
"You're welcome! Eat and walk, eat and walk!" Donna encouraged, doing so herself with a grin as they followed the flow of traffic. "So, did you want to head back to the hotel and change before we go on the Bollywood tour?"
"Sure, that sounds like a good idea," Kagome agreed easily, eating her food with a smile. It all did taste amazing. "I could do with a shower. It is so humid today."
"You don't have to tell me!" Donna laughed, gesturing to her red hair, clearly fighting the product she had put in and beginning to frizz.
Letting out a small laugh of her own, Kagome polished off her lunch and wound up tucking the container into an unused pocket of her bag when she noted every trash can they passed was overflowing. She took Donna's once she finished and they followed the push and pull of the crowd back towards the hotel, occasionally stopping at a stall for Donna to look over wares and haggle.
By the time they got back to the hotel, Donna had purchased some walking shoes and lighter clothing. "I'm gonna just hop in the shower first, if you don't mind?"
"No, that is fine. I will have tea for you when you get out." Kagome went to the kitchenette and filled the electric kettle, setting up two mugs with tea while the water heated. Through the walls, she could hear Donna singing. She didn't feel quite so lonely with her around.