MUGEN
Situations
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"He doesn't get it! I can't be after him, fixing everything he leaves half-done! I have three kids!" Sango shouts as I limit myself to smiling, trying to confer her my sympathy. "I'm so tired of being the one who has a head on her shoulders, of organizing every single moment of the day; I'm not his mother!" Then, she meets my eyes, showing a small measure of melancholy. "And I don't want to be."
In a way, I understand what she is trying to say, even if she doesn't mention every detail. For a moment, I ponder if my relationship with InuYasha could ever turn out like that; maybe, I shouldn't do all the things I believe to be necessary; maybe, I should allow him to prepare a stew, or to do the laundry.
I shook my head, focusing my mind back in Sango, as it should be.
"Perhaps we should go to the onsen, one of these days," I offer her. As I see it, she needs a breather.
"And leave Miroku in charge of everything?" My friends opens her eyes wide in disbelief, mixed with, I observe, a good measure of panic.
"Yes." I assure, only to see Sango shaking her head almost compulsively.
"No, no, no… I couldn't." She denies.
"You should be able. In fact, I think its absolutely necessary." I emphasize, for a woman should never feel like the mother of a partner.
"But, what about my children?" Sango wondered, uncomfortable with the idea.
"They are Miroku's as well, are they not?" Sango stares at me, as if trying to find something to say, her mouth agape, then closed, then open again, only to finally reach the conclusion of how futile it was. "It's decided then. I'll talk to InuYasha tonight, and I'll see you tomorrow." I declare.
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I have on the futon everything I believe to be necessary for a day outside; a change of clothes, some edible seeds for the road, and a recipient for water. For an instant, the idea of offering Sango to stay a night out as well, crosses my mind, but I soon discard it after realizing that is enough of an achievement for her to leave her children for all the hours a day has.
InuYasha arrives with dinner.
"I'm here." You declare once inside, and I can't help holding my breath when I see you with the red kosode in one hand, the hitoe hanging from your hakama's waist, and a few fishes skewered on a branch. Your wild masculinity has caught me off-guard, and it makes me regret I have to stay away from you tomorrow.
"Are you alright?" You inquire, as you observe me in that way of yours, when you look me over as if searching for something out of place.
Dear, everything is great, and in shape, if I had to add.
I smile upon thinking that I, definitely, do not feel like your mother. I stand up after that thought, then take what you've hunted for today's dinner, leave it aside, and place my two hands on your naked and hot chest. Your eyes acquire the glint of comprehension then, and the glitter of some questions.
"Kagome, really, are you alright?" you insist.
I nod, and stand on the tip of my feet to reach your lips, intentionally pushing my chest against yours, making you understand what I'm asking of you. Then, later tonight, I shall inform you of how tomorrow you'll have to take care of Miroku and his kids.
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A/N
I like to take our dear InuKag to real scenes, with the extra challenge of adapting them to the world they live in. The life of a couple is filled, to the brim, of many hints and hues, and I feel that when I add such a thing to them, I make them more real.
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Anyara
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
