I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
It was late afternoon. Kagome stood on the veranda and watched the snow fall, the first snow of the season. The wind was still, and the snow came down in gentle white flakes. InuYasha came up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her.
“It’s too cold for you to just be standing here,” he said, tucking her head under his chin.
The snow was beginning to stick. “I’m not used to winter starting this early,” she said. She rested her hands gently on top of where his caught her waist.
“It does start earlier in the mountains, “he commented. “Now you know why I cut so much firewood and got the house ready for winter early. At least our side of the mountain faces south. Won’t get as much snow as over on the other.”
“Yeah,” she replied.
Atae wandered out on the veranda. “Mama, what’s – ” he started. “Oh, it’s snowing!” He ran off the veranda and out into the snow, his silver hair whipping behind him as he looked up at the sky and turned a slow circle with his arms outstretched.
“Well, he likes it,” InuYasha commented as he watched his son run and try to catch snowflakes on his tongue and on his hands.
Kagome laughed a little as she watched him. “I’m glad I made Atae some bright-colored winter clothes. He’d absolutely disappear in the snow if I dressed him in white.”
“He might at that. But I’d still be able to find him,” InuYasha replied.
“This way Mama can find him, too.” A thought lit up her face. “Hey, maybe that’s why your parents dressed you in red.”
“Feh,” InuYasha said. “I don’t think so.” He took a deep breath. “But maybe it’s not such a bad idea.”
“Exactly. Go get your son, and I’ll go see if the stew’s ready. I’m sure you’re hungry.”
Turning in his arms, she kissed him on the chin, and walked back in the house.