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everythingismagicI'm going to start archiving all my non-chapter fics here. That will include oneshots and drabbles, most of which have already been posted at ff.net. Some of them will be deleted from ff.net, but everything from Transience, By Your Side and Ai no Kakera is definitely staying as far as IY fics. All oneshots are as well. I'm going to trickle these in so I don't spam you with a million posts. Expect them, and some new stuff in the next few days. Feel free to comment/friend this journal if you wish.
So without further ado- two drabbles!
Drabble: Someone to Call Home
Pairing: KagomexInuYasha
Genre: Fluff/Future fic
"I'm going home now, Miroku" InuYasha stood up and brushed his backside off.
"Ah, so soon?" the older man quirked an eyebrow in reply.
"I told Kagome I'd be back when she got home from work…"
"Very well then, will you and Kagome-sama be visiting for an extended time anytime soon?" The houshi queried.
"Don't know, I'll ask…" he shifted the empty satchel onto his back.
"Thanks for the new medicine box." Miroku stood, placing his hand on the shorter man's shoulder. "Take care, InuYasha…"
Giving a half-smile, he returned Miroku's gesture. "You too."
Pushing open the hut-flap InuYasha stepped out, beginning the trek back toward the well.
Towards home…
His gaze flitted across the lush-greenery that flecked sengoku jidai. He enjoyed visiting this era, but to him it was just that, visiting.
I didn't have a home, but I did live here. Coming to the well, InuYasha paused, staring above to the afternoon sunlight. Almost everyone moves away from their original home… I'd guess.
Sliding over the well’s lip, he leapt in; the velvet-blue engulfing his form.
Kagome has a home, she always has. Landing on the modern side, he climbed the ladder up and made his way out the well-house. It's here…
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"You want to stay here?" She inquired, placing her hand upon his cheek.
InuYasha's eyes wandered to the golden-jeweled band on Kagome's left-hand. "I like it here," he spoke truthfully, moving his fingers up to rest on top of hers. "I've got nothing there and it’d be wrong to ask you to give this up…"
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It wasn’t a rash decision. He'd subconsciously made it years before- his home would never be a place, but a person.
Her era never ceased to yield new discoveries beyond his comprehension. However, over time he had grown to adjust to these unfamiliar things. He did not mind doing this in the least. InuYasha was eager to learn, eager to learn because it was her home.
"InuYasha, there you are," an affectionate voice followed by a squeeze around the waist interrupted his thoughts. "I just got back from work. Welcome home," she reached up and tapped him on the nose, continuing that gesture by leaning up for a kiss.
Returning the action fully, InuYasha slid his eyes closed. I'm home… always home.
Title: The Whispers of Flowers
Pairing: KagomexInuYasha
Genre: Drama/Light Romance
Standing back as to give him privacy, Kagome watched as he stood before a crude stone engraved with childish hiragana. His head bowed, a bouquet of hastily gathered lilies in his grasp.
She always came. The silent onlooker to his vigil, quiet comfort and reassurance while a part of him relived long ago grief.
She held flowers, white chrysanthemums. When InuYasha left, she'd lay them down. Paying tribute to who'd raised the boy she held so dearly.
Today he whispered; words Kagome couldn't hear. Of adventures, life, and she wondered… if InuYasha spoke to Izayoi of herself.
"Mother, I want you to meet someone…"
Turning, his tentative eyes met Kagome's.
"You… always come, but… you've never met each other."
She stepped up.
"Mother, this is… Kagome," he paused shyly, "I've… told you a lot about her." She's very important to me...
Question answered, a touched Kagome lay her blooms upon the gravestone. InuYasha followed suit.
Thanks Izayoi, for everything… I hope I can care for him even half as well as you did…
Linking her arm with his, Kagome smiled, the pair walking into the surrounding forest.
And on the grave the stems of two bouquets intertwined with one another.
So without further ado- two drabbles!
Drabble: Someone to Call Home
Pairing: KagomexInuYasha
Genre: Fluff/Future fic
"I'm going home now, Miroku" InuYasha stood up and brushed his backside off.
"Ah, so soon?" the older man quirked an eyebrow in reply.
"I told Kagome I'd be back when she got home from work…"
"Very well then, will you and Kagome-sama be visiting for an extended time anytime soon?" The houshi queried.
"Don't know, I'll ask…" he shifted the empty satchel onto his back.
"Thanks for the new medicine box." Miroku stood, placing his hand on the shorter man's shoulder. "Take care, InuYasha…"
Giving a half-smile, he returned Miroku's gesture. "You too."
Pushing open the hut-flap InuYasha stepped out, beginning the trek back toward the well.
Towards home…
His gaze flitted across the lush-greenery that flecked sengoku jidai. He enjoyed visiting this era, but to him it was just that, visiting.
I didn't have a home, but I did live here. Coming to the well, InuYasha paused, staring above to the afternoon sunlight. Almost everyone moves away from their original home… I'd guess.
Sliding over the well’s lip, he leapt in; the velvet-blue engulfing his form.
Kagome has a home, she always has. Landing on the modern side, he climbed the ladder up and made his way out the well-house. It's here…
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"You want to stay here?" She inquired, placing her hand upon his cheek.
InuYasha's eyes wandered to the golden-jeweled band on Kagome's left-hand. "I like it here," he spoke truthfully, moving his fingers up to rest on top of hers. "I've got nothing there and it’d be wrong to ask you to give this up…"
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It wasn’t a rash decision. He'd subconsciously made it years before- his home would never be a place, but a person.
Her era never ceased to yield new discoveries beyond his comprehension. However, over time he had grown to adjust to these unfamiliar things. He did not mind doing this in the least. InuYasha was eager to learn, eager to learn because it was her home.
"InuYasha, there you are," an affectionate voice followed by a squeeze around the waist interrupted his thoughts. "I just got back from work. Welcome home," she reached up and tapped him on the nose, continuing that gesture by leaning up for a kiss.
Returning the action fully, InuYasha slid his eyes closed. I'm home… always home.
Title: The Whispers of Flowers
Pairing: KagomexInuYasha
Genre: Drama/Light Romance
Standing back as to give him privacy, Kagome watched as he stood before a crude stone engraved with childish hiragana. His head bowed, a bouquet of hastily gathered lilies in his grasp.
She always came. The silent onlooker to his vigil, quiet comfort and reassurance while a part of him relived long ago grief.
She held flowers, white chrysanthemums. When InuYasha left, she'd lay them down. Paying tribute to who'd raised the boy she held so dearly.
Today he whispered; words Kagome couldn't hear. Of adventures, life, and she wondered… if InuYasha spoke to Izayoi of herself.
"Mother, I want you to meet someone…"
Turning, his tentative eyes met Kagome's.
"You… always come, but… you've never met each other."
She stepped up.
"Mother, this is… Kagome," he paused shyly, "I've… told you a lot about her." She's very important to me...
Question answered, a touched Kagome lay her blooms upon the gravestone. InuYasha followed suit.
Thanks Izayoi, for everything… I hope I can care for him even half as well as you did…
Linking her arm with his, Kagome smiled, the pair walking into the surrounding forest.
And on the grave the stems of two bouquets intertwined with one another.
