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It was evening when they finally stopped, the stars just beginning to stretch open their fists and take over the sky. The summer night was clear and cool, a gentle breeze seemed to tickle the edges of the universe.
The grass he had slumped down on was soft, with a fresh smell about it. Blinking owlishly up into the rapidly darkening sky, he could see the stars perfectly, and up Kagome’s skirt, too. With the wind blowing as it was, he’d estimate about five seconds before something highly interesting happened.
Five… four… three… two…
And then Naraku in the form of a small body with a tail leapt onto his stomach.
After all, Necessity was the mother of action. So trying to swing Naraku by his tail and shotput him to somewhere, far, far, away was perfectly natural, in his point of view.
He really didn't see why Kagome had to rescue Shippo (clearly Naraku possessed) and glare at him like that.
Ooo... fiery...
Under the cover of darkness, five suitably long, well-trained fingers slid across the space, only forgetting that the darkness had been blown by the firelight and, therefore, an enraged Inuyasha seated opposite.
Apparently, he'd forgotten that Necessity was the mother of futile dodges as well.
As Inuyasha made a grab, he wildly made an attempt to defend himself, fingers flailing, arms thrashing, into something soft.
Something soft.
Oh damn.
Kagome, who'd been about to yell "SIT!", turned red, whether with embarrassement or anger, he wasn't too sure.
With two fronts to fight on now, he put up a valiant fight. Although it was entirely unfair. With two against one, and Kagome whacking him like... actually, he wouldn't mind if she did it again...
With a tiny cry Shippo flung himself into the fray, stuffing his tail everywhere it was most inconvenient. Coincidentally, which happened to be Inuyasha's mouth. Inuyasha gave a bite, (not that Miroku could blame him, no, not at all, he'd do the same himself), earning him about ten "SIT!"s from an incensed Kagome.
"Poor Shippo... come here..." Kagome gathered Shippo up in her arms, snuggling him to her chest protectively. Shippo stuck out his tongue at a dusty Inuyasha, still yelling "OW! WENCH!" whenever he could.
Sango looked up from her reverie in the firelight, suddenly noticing the activity.
Miroku frowned. Sango had always been withdrawn in her way, preferring to remain at the sidelines of anything unrelated to gathering shrads and defeating Naraku. She'd been more abstract lately, the dazed air of a fly coming to life in the hot summer's sun, more than the usual quiet thinking she was apt to do.
Vaguely concerned, he sat next to her, finding it difficult, for some reason, to start the conversation.
The grass he had slumped down on was soft, with a fresh smell about it. Blinking owlishly up into the rapidly darkening sky, he could see the stars perfectly, and up Kagome’s skirt, too. With the wind blowing as it was, he’d estimate about five seconds before something highly interesting happened.
Five… four… three… two…
And then Naraku in the form of a small body with a tail leapt onto his stomach.
After all, Necessity was the mother of action. So trying to swing Naraku by his tail and shotput him to somewhere, far, far, away was perfectly natural, in his point of view.
He really didn't see why Kagome had to rescue Shippo (clearly Naraku possessed) and glare at him like that.
Ooo... fiery...
Under the cover of darkness, five suitably long, well-trained fingers slid across the space, only forgetting that the darkness had been blown by the firelight and, therefore, an enraged Inuyasha seated opposite.
Apparently, he'd forgotten that Necessity was the mother of futile dodges as well.
As Inuyasha made a grab, he wildly made an attempt to defend himself, fingers flailing, arms thrashing, into something soft.
Something soft.
Oh damn.
Kagome, who'd been about to yell "SIT!", turned red, whether with embarrassement or anger, he wasn't too sure.
With two fronts to fight on now, he put up a valiant fight. Although it was entirely unfair. With two against one, and Kagome whacking him like... actually, he wouldn't mind if she did it again...
With a tiny cry Shippo flung himself into the fray, stuffing his tail everywhere it was most inconvenient. Coincidentally, which happened to be Inuyasha's mouth. Inuyasha gave a bite, (not that Miroku could blame him, no, not at all, he'd do the same himself), earning him about ten "SIT!"s from an incensed Kagome.
"Poor Shippo... come here..." Kagome gathered Shippo up in her arms, snuggling him to her chest protectively. Shippo stuck out his tongue at a dusty Inuyasha, still yelling "OW! WENCH!" whenever he could.
Sango looked up from her reverie in the firelight, suddenly noticing the activity.
Miroku frowned. Sango had always been withdrawn in her way, preferring to remain at the sidelines of anything unrelated to gathering shrads and defeating Naraku. She'd been more abstract lately, the dazed air of a fly coming to life in the hot summer's sun, more than the usual quiet thinking she was apt to do.
Vaguely concerned, he sat next to her, finding it difficult, for some reason, to start the conversation.