In the modern era, she would have woken up to the sound of her alarm clock.
With a robotic beep-beep-beep, it would signal the end of sweet, blissful sleep and plunge her into the nightmare world of taking a test she hadn't prepared for because she hadn't been to school because she had to face off against a murderous spider demon five hundred years in the past and her grandpa had told everyone in school that she had a debilitating case of maple syrup urine disease (what even was that, jii-chan?) and she also needed an emergency kidney transplant for some reason he never really explained and even through all these wild and ludicrous excuses, no one had yet asked them to produce certifications proving these illnesses because the school administration clearly wasn't that bright and for SOME reason they still required her to take all those tests ANYWAY (after her grandpa told people she needed a kidney transplant) and maybe life in the modern era wasn't all that it was cracked up to be and maybe...
Maybe...
"C'MON! I COULD BLOCK THAT IN MY SLEEP, MOROHA! YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!"
And there it was.
Kagome pulled the covers up to her ears. After years of living in the feudal era, she had trained herself to finally wake up to the roosters crowing at dawn and to go to sleep by the time the sun would set, which was around...7 pm. This would have been difficult for her eighteen-year-old self in the year 2000, at the turn of the millennium, with electricity long since introduced into every single home and wreaking havoc on her circadian rhythm.
She had struggled against that background to accomplish a 4 am wake-up and 7 pm bedtime. That was her achievement, a monumental one she would have thought laughable in the year 1996 or 15-whatever, when she had met Inuyasha for the first time.
Against all odds, Kagome had become an early bird.
"OH, YEAH? THEN TAKE THIS, OLD MAN!"
A gale-force blow sliced through the air. Kagome heard something break in the distance.
She groaned.
It was two in the morning.
Against all odds, she had become an early bird. Against all odds.
Now Inuyasha and Moroha had apparently decided that this wasn't enough, and resolved to punish her circadian rhythm yet again, pushing it to limits she had never known existed.
Why were they practicing swordfights at two in the morning?
She needed her beauty sleep, dammit.
She flattened a hand over the smooth skin of her eyes, which were definitely going to have dark circles in the morning because her husband and daughter had gotten hyper and –
"KAZE NO KIZU!"
Something broke again.
What the hell was wrong with her family.
Kagome decided that checking right now wasn't worth it. She could inspect the mass destruction tomorrow.
"DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH! ARE YOU MY DAD OR MY GRANDPA?"
So original, Moroha.
"WE'LL SEE WHO'S LAUGHING AFTER THIS! HIJIN KESSHO!"
Why did they all have to shout out their attack names? Did they all live in Sailor Moon? Showing Inuyasha that manga all those years ago in 1997 was a terrible mistake. Now he was going to shout out attack names for eternity and she would never get her beauty sleep.
"I WAS HOPING YOU'D BE USING MEIDO ZANGETSUHA!"
That was never going to happen and both of them knew it.
They knew that her wrath would be legendary if they ever tried.
Kagome was, in fact, the one who ruled this household with an iron fist. These late night/early morning shenanigans were only possible because she allowed them, however grudgingly. They would come to an end fast if some fool decided to bust out Meido Zangetsuha.
"DO YOU WANT TO DIE, MOROHA? YOUR MOM WOULD KILL US!"
She smirked and rolled onto her side.
Against all odds, she somehow drifted off to sleep.
She woke up long past the time roosters would crow at the dawn, cocooned on both sides by Inuyasha and Moroha, her little girl's leg wrapped around her belly and Inuyasha drooling onto her shoulder.
Evidently they'd grown tired and come back into the house at some point last night, or perhaps they had run out of things to blow up. Both seemed plausible.
Ah, well. She'd inspect the mass destruction later.
She had beauty sleep to get back to.
Waking up to the sound of her dear husband and darling daughter duking it out, flattening valleys, and creating massive craters at the edge of the forest in the feudal era wasn't so bad.
At least she didn't have to worry about math tests anymore.
A/N: I'm still not that familiar with the sequel, but I think Inuyasha and Moroha would be like Genma and Ranma...you know? I just get that feeling.
For InuKag Fluff Week, Day 1: Comfort! Let me know what you think! :)
