Inuyasha, "Scary Stories" Kohaku, ensemble
Fandom: Inuyasha
Title: Scary Stories
Author: paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Word Count: 475
Genre: General/Family
Spoilers: Post-Manga
Characters: Kohaku, his nieces and nephew
Notes: Written for the "Run" theme at iy_themes. Winner 1st place.
Summary: The children hear a scary story.
“Don’t breathe. Don’t even blink.”
A heavy pause clouds them. The hot summer air feels thick around their bodies, pushing at their nerves and warming their blood.
“Stay still. Listen closely.” Large eyes watch him, listening and following the instructions as if their lives depend upon it.
“You can’t run. He can smell you. He will come for you. You’re doomed.”
There’s a collective gasp. Hands reach for other hands. Comfort is needed. Darkness seems to seep into their minds.
“But you can win. You have to fight for your life. You pull out your weapon and let out a heavy breath. He’ll catch your scent. And when he comes, listen; his footsteps come faster and faster and you have to be quick...You turn around, and there he is! He’s growling and leaping toward you in the air!”
A small cry breaks out, but it fades quickly by his smile. “You’re ready for him; you turn around and as hard as you can, you stick the sword into his gut, cutting all the way through until you can cut no more. Ignore the blood, the youki, and the smell; you’re lucky just to be alive.”
“Uncle Kohaku! That was scary!” cries his nephew. Kohaku lets out a deep sigh. At seven, Jiro shouldn’t be so scared, but Kohaku assumes it’s only natural. However, his father had once told him the same story at Jiro’s age.
“It wasn’t scary at all! I’ll bust that youkai up faster than he can get off the ground,” Sakura says with a cackle, but next to her, her twin rolls her eyes.
“You sound like Uncle Inuyasha. I’m going to be like Mamma! I’ll slash that dirty youkai with my Hiraikotsu!” Nadeshiko says, and Kohaku can’t help but smile.
“Yeah right, you’re too slow, and you’d trip over yourself,” Sakura counters. “Anyway, Uncle Inuyasha is going to give me Tessaiga when he dies. His hair is white, so he’s old and ready to die soon.” She pumps a fist in the air. “Then I’ll be the greatest demon slayer ever!”
“What about me?” Jiro asks. “I’ll purify them with my sutras. YAH!”
“You’ll pee yourself before you get a chance,” Nadeshiko says with a snort, and her brother begins to cry.
“Okay, you three, that’s enough story-telling for today,” Kohaku commands, standing up, and dutifully, his sister’s three children follow after him, watching him expectantly. He pats their heads. “I think you’ll all be great warriors someday.”
“Really?” Nadeshiko asks.
“Even me, Uncle Kohaku?” Jiro says, pointing to himself.
“All of you. You have the best and strongest family any kid could ask for,” Kohaku answers, looking at them all fondly.
He’s grateful, at least, that his nieces and nephew are getting a good childhood. Maybe their lives will make up for all the years he has lost.
Title: Scary Stories
Author: paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Word Count: 475
Genre: General/Family
Spoilers: Post-Manga
Characters: Kohaku, his nieces and nephew
Notes: Written for the "Run" theme at iy_themes. Winner 1st place.
Summary: The children hear a scary story.
“Don’t breathe. Don’t even blink.”
A heavy pause clouds them. The hot summer air feels thick around their bodies, pushing at their nerves and warming their blood.
“Stay still. Listen closely.” Large eyes watch him, listening and following the instructions as if their lives depend upon it.
“You can’t run. He can smell you. He will come for you. You’re doomed.”
There’s a collective gasp. Hands reach for other hands. Comfort is needed. Darkness seems to seep into their minds.
“But you can win. You have to fight for your life. You pull out your weapon and let out a heavy breath. He’ll catch your scent. And when he comes, listen; his footsteps come faster and faster and you have to be quick...You turn around, and there he is! He’s growling and leaping toward you in the air!”
A small cry breaks out, but it fades quickly by his smile. “You’re ready for him; you turn around and as hard as you can, you stick the sword into his gut, cutting all the way through until you can cut no more. Ignore the blood, the youki, and the smell; you’re lucky just to be alive.”
“Uncle Kohaku! That was scary!” cries his nephew. Kohaku lets out a deep sigh. At seven, Jiro shouldn’t be so scared, but Kohaku assumes it’s only natural. However, his father had once told him the same story at Jiro’s age.
“It wasn’t scary at all! I’ll bust that youkai up faster than he can get off the ground,” Sakura says with a cackle, but next to her, her twin rolls her eyes.
“You sound like Uncle Inuyasha. I’m going to be like Mamma! I’ll slash that dirty youkai with my Hiraikotsu!” Nadeshiko says, and Kohaku can’t help but smile.
“Yeah right, you’re too slow, and you’d trip over yourself,” Sakura counters. “Anyway, Uncle Inuyasha is going to give me Tessaiga when he dies. His hair is white, so he’s old and ready to die soon.” She pumps a fist in the air. “Then I’ll be the greatest demon slayer ever!”
“What about me?” Jiro asks. “I’ll purify them with my sutras. YAH!”
“You’ll pee yourself before you get a chance,” Nadeshiko says with a snort, and her brother begins to cry.
“Okay, you three, that’s enough story-telling for today,” Kohaku commands, standing up, and dutifully, his sister’s three children follow after him, watching him expectantly. He pats their heads. “I think you’ll all be great warriors someday.”
“Really?” Nadeshiko asks.
“Even me, Uncle Kohaku?” Jiro says, pointing to himself.
“All of you. You have the best and strongest family any kid could ask for,” Kohaku answers, looking at them all fondly.
He’s grateful, at least, that his nieces and nephew are getting a good childhood. Maybe their lives will make up for all the years he has lost.
