InuYasha walked outside and found Kagome sitting not far from the stream where they got their water. He could hear it run over the rocks and hurry down to join the river that ran by the village.
A half moon was up, throwing some light over the clearing, and touching her hair with highlights.
She was sitting with her legs drawn up, and her cheek resting on her knees. The water bucket was next to her, but she wasn’t looking at the stream.
“Hi,” he said.
She turned to the sound of his voice. “Hi,” she replied, then sighed.
“Nice night out,” InuYasha said, sitting next to her.
“I guess,” she answered him.
“Wanna talk about it?” he said, wrapping an arm around her.
“Not really,” she said, but not meeting his eyes.
“Bet this has to do with Dachi’s dad.” InuYasha said as he brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face.
“Yeah.” She ran a finger along the collar of his white sleep kosode. “It was a hard thing watching him go.”
“He had a really bad fall. When we carried him in, he already had the smell of death in him. I’m sure you and Kaede helped as much as possible.” InuYasha nuzzled her hair, and planted a small kiss on the top of her head.
“We did what we could,” she said, sighing. “Two days ago, he brought some mochi cakes over to Kaede’s because his third grandchild was born. And today he’s gone.”
They both fell silent for a moment.
“As I worked on him, all I could think of was what if it had been you,” she admitted.
“Keh, I’m made of tougher stuff than that,” he said, pulling her closer, and running a hand down her hair and back.
“I know,” she said, “But it didn’t stop me from thinking of it.” Kagome looked up at him, eyes moist. “The thought of life without you scares me.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Koibito,” he said, kissing her forehead.
Suddenly, she pulled his forelocks with both hands, drawing him down for a hard, passionate kiss, driven by her fears. Her arms wrapped around his neck. At first startled, his arms wrapped around her tightly and pulled her to him in a deep hug.
“You better not be going anywhere,” she said.
“Maybe to bed,” he said, kissing her lightly on the nose.
She giggled. “You can go there. But only if you bring the water.”
He stood up, bringing her with him. She wrapped her legs around his west and nestled into his shoulder. Picking up the bucket, he carried her and the water bucket into the little house.