MUGEN
To Understand Each Other.
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I sit on the small wooden bench we have by the wall on the back. From there, I observe my surroundings; the bowl made from wood and clay has been stored, right by the chests where we keep the clothes I washed yesterday, and that today were already dry. The futon and the sheets remain folded by my side. I stop to look at the lustrous wood composing the space where we make our life; I'm pleased with the result, despite the exhausting task of brushing the floor, applying the bee wax I was able to obtain. Yes, I'm tired, and content. It's then when I see you appearing through the door, with a basket full of fish, and a smile.
"I'm here, Kagome." You get nearer, climbing the wooden scaffold, and leaving the basket to your side.
You walk to me, leaving mud stains on the recently polished wooden floor, as your basket forms a pool of water, that comes from the fish inside. It's such my weariness that I lack the words to voice my anger. The idea of manifesting it through a spell that will make you violently meet the ground, crosses my mind, yet the emotional burden it represents doesn't make it worth it.
"What's wrong Kagome? Are you alright?" You ask, and I don't know what is it that only further fans my ire; if your inability to observe the work you are ruining, or the fact that you are forcing me to explain it.
"Yes, InuYasha; I'm alright." My voice sounds calm, and makes it seems as if I really felt like that.
"It doesn't look like it." You extend a hand to touch my forehead, and I reject it with an open palm. Your features then, only reflect your confusion and grievance. "Hey, woman! What is it with you?!"
I press my lips into a thin line, wishing to keep the words inside me. However, my anger is such, that I start to verbalize everything, without really summarizing it.
"I'm tired of being the woman who organizes and fixes everything; to be the one that cleans, the one who remembers everything, and also has to discipline you when you don't follow the most common rules of care!" I retort, "How am I suppose to be an attractive woman, desirable woman, if I always have to be the bad one? I'm lost in the usual house care. Where is my beauty in all of this?"
You remain silent, looking at me with teary eyes, your brow furrowed as if trying to open up a thought.
"You'll always be beautiful for me," you say finally, and those words are not enough for me.
"You don't have to compliment me." I look to the side.
I note you crouching in front of me.
"I'm not throwing empty compliments," you start to say, before taking another breath and continuing, "I'm sorry if I'm not as perceptive of what you do, which is surely a lot. For me, you are attractive, and desirable, always; your care and your scolding included. I don't know how to separate what composes you; for me, you are a safe place. My home."
I look at you, and I don't know if I understand your way to see things completely; however, I hug you, and my tears flow against my will, when you receive me.
"Silly woman."
"InuYasha, don't ruin it."
"Alright," you say, and I feel one of your hands cupping my chest. Then, I start laughing.
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A/N
A bit of usual, everyday-love from this beautiful couple.
A kiss,
Anyara
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