Drunkard, Trevor Belmont
Intoxicated Trevor teases Kagome and Kagome reaches her limit.

prompt: "Heh, sorry, my hands got a mind of its own."
featuring characters: Trevor Belmont, older!Higurashi Kagome. AU.
tags: (bad) humor, general, (questionable) friendship, drinking, assault and karma
originally posted in tumblr, 2017, (heavily) edited, october 2023

note: this is from a What-if AU where Kagome is on her own fighting Naraku and has been fighting him and his minions solo for years since. written before the second season of castlevania was released.

Higurashi Kagome was too old for this.

She was a good ten, twenty years older than this baboon, her face adorned with a few wrinkles, and her black hair decorated with several streaks of grey. She shouldn't be catching his attention, yet he enjoyed teasing her more than the spunky sorceress. Judging by the red color on his cheeks and the slightly dazed look in his eyes, he was clearly intoxicated. This meant he might be more aggressive with his "teasing" this time, if he caught her off guard.

Holding back a sigh, Kagome narrowed her eyes at Trevor and watched him laughing uproariously over something a fellow bar patron said. It was unfortunate that she had drawn the short straw and was forced to babysit him for the night.

They were still some distance away from Dracula's castle, and after a long bout of fighting, everyone needed a well-deserved reprieve from their roles as defenders of humanity.

For Trevor, his reprieve involved getting drunk, missing the buzz of his coveted alcohol. Consequently, he needed a babysitter, and Kagome had lost the game of straws.

Grudgingly, she approached the bar Trevor occupied and settled into a shadowed corner away from the leering gazes of other men to keep an eye on the Belmont. Initially, she wasn't sure if Trevor noticed her presence, but after a few minutes, he got up and claimed the table she had been leaning against. He'd already noticed.

…She'd prefer him to engage in a physical squabble with other drunkards, just to have an opportunity to vent out her frustration, and drag Trevor back to the inn by his foot. Anything was better than dealing with Trevor's grumbling and erratic bursts of laughter.

"What did you want?" Kagome started, her annoyance palpable as she saw the strangeness in Trevor's gaze.

"Hmmm," Trevor slurred over his mug, grinning and leaning in a bit too close for Kagome's comfort, "Your eyes sparkle, like sparking sparks…Your skin, so clear and so smooth—you really do have clear skin…"

Kagome almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

He was absolutely terrible at flirting.

"While I appreciate your attempt to compliment my clear skin," Kagome sighed and rubbed her face, her fingertips tracing each wrinkle and minuscule scar, "I'm too old for you, boy."

As beautiful as some men she has met in the past might have been, she had no interest in the younger ones. It felt odd, uncomfortable, as if she were robbing the cradle. In her eyes, anyone younger was still a child.

Trevor released a chuckle, the rim of his fifth mug of alcohol firmly pressed against his chapped lips, "My father had a good 20 years on my mother soooo…"

"And that's their business. I, for one, have no interest in pursuing any form of relationship right now." Kagome sighed, feeling the slight warmth emanating from a nearby flickering lantern, and she ignored the other drunkards.

Fighting the demonic tyrant in her own country for decades and ultimately succeeding in defeating him had led her to a peaceful retirement and adopted some stray children in need of a mother. Next thing she knew, creatures were emerging from Hell, breaching Japan, and she was forced to leave her quiet life and return to the battlefield.

She was so tired.

Yet, not the first time since meeting the trios, Kagome found herself wishing the Shikon Jewel had sealed her away, keeping her out of the bloody battlefield. Her conscience, though, would never allow her to stay uninvolved. So, she'd agreed to help them and joined the fray.

"Wouldn't stop me, heh." Trevor hiccuped.

For a woman who had emerged victoriously from a bloody battle with a powerful demon, one he and his two allies had struggled against, her petite appearance hardly conveyed her true identity and achievements. However, the introduction of her foreign name spurred old childhood memories. Trevor's father often praised her name, enthusiastically sharing each tale he had learned from an acquaintance, recounting every accomplishment of the one Higurashi Kagome.

Her tales were something he had grown up with, and through her, those were the only times he had happy memories with just his father outside his brutal training and teachings.

So, he might've liked her a little too much for his own good.

He received a dour stare for his remark, "Keep flirting and you might actually get somewhere with Sypha—you'll have an easier time with her, I reckon." Kagome pressed a fist against her cheek, bored of the setting she was in.

Had she known, she would've asked for a book from Sypha, to entertain herself in the midst of drunkard jeering in the background.

She never liked alcohol—all they did was to make her recall her lost friends' tragic deaths and decades' worth of her failures.

"Now I wanna try and see if I can get lucky with you, heh." Trevor grinned, the alcohol dulling his better judgment. He ignored the red warnings the sober part of his brain was frantically waving.

Higurashi Kagome was not a woman to chase after.

Kagome eyed him, bemused. "Why don't you get in a scuffle with some poor soul here? Any excuse to get out of this shithole would be lovely." She shooed him away from her person, unfazed by his flirtatious attempts.

"Nah, where's the fun in getting my ass kicked?" Trevor snickered, downing another gulp of his beer.

She slapped the surface of the table, scowling at the man. The idea of murdering the Belmont was becoming more appealing by the second. "Can we just go? It's getting late, Belmont, and I haven't slept in days—"

"One more beer, lady. Hey, bartender—!"

"Oh, for fucksake."

By the grace of gods pitying her, Trevor staggered by his next helping of alcohol. His words became nonsensical. He swayed and wobbled in his position, snickering at nothing in particular.

Kagome was all too happy to leave.

Wrinkling her nose at the stench of alcohol drenching deep into his clothes, Kagome dropped more than enough coins within the bartender's reach. Without straining a sound, she threw the hefty Trevor over her shoulder, earning wide eyes from the men. Without a word, she left the bar.

Halfway to the inn, something firm squeezed her rear and Kagome barked out a sharp yip. On reflex, she flung him across the dirt road and howled, "The fuck, Belmont!?"

Trevor made not a single sound when he broke through the empty barrels and landed amidst their debris. Instead, he laughed and gave a goofy grin, "Heh, sorry, my hand got a mind of its own."

"…You can find your way back to the inn." The priestess stalked off, leaving Trevor behind in the dark. "God damn the drunkards. May they get fucked!" Kagome snarled, her words still within Trevor's earshot.

He was still chuckling, rolling to his clumsy feet, "Worth it."

—end

a/n: rereading my old writing hurts me so much to read, man. Bad grammar, awkward wording, etc. I pretty much overhauled this whole thing for my sanity. probably not the proper way to archive my old works, but weh, if I wanna reread, I might as well edit it so I can enjoy it too.

I guess this meant the rest of the tumblr posts I've written forever ago will be getting the same treatment then. No mercy for me, I guess.

But I came a long way in six years, so the fact that I can see the huge differences in my writings from then and now, is an accomplishment enough.

Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed this dumb little piece! As always, any feedback is always welcome. Cheers!