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Drabble: Change of Season

IK.  This takes place about 2 months after Future Legend


Change of Season



Kagome found her husband outside beneath a tree, looking over to the horizon.  A breeze, not exactly cool, but not hot, either, blew through the branches and lifted the ends of his hair.  His ear twitched, swiveling at some sound she couldn’t hear.

“The season’s changing,” he said.  “I can smell it.”

She walked next to him and slipped her arm around him, and rested her cheek on the red fabric of his shoulder.

“It won’t be long until the leaves turn,” he continued, resting a hand on where hers rested on his waist.

“I heard them talking about the rice harvest down in the village.  Kaede asked me if I thought I felt well enough to help this year,” Kagome said.

InuYasha turned and looked at her, searching her face, her eyes.   The bruises from the bandits’ attacks had faded from her face, but there was still something not quite the same in her eyes, a loss of innocence that told of how she now knew she was able to be reached and hurt, even killed. That she had this new reality hurt him every bit as much as finding her battered and injured when he rescued her.

“I told her yes,” she said, reaching up to touch his cheek.

“Are you sure?” he asked, circling her with his arms, as if that gesture could keep all the dark things at bay.  “You still move like you hurt some.”

A gust of wind blew a strand of hair into her face, and she smiled at him as she moved it back into place.  “You said it yourself.  The season is changing.  It’s time to let the old season die and greet the new one, instead of dwelling on everything that went wrong.  That’s what the seasons are for, to give us a chance to move on.”

He leaned forward and gently kissed her on the forehead.  “So strong,” he muttered.  “You always were stronger than me.”

She kissed his chin.  “Not really.  Just strong differently.  Like how about you come in and move the pickle jar?  Atae’s wedged  a toy between it and the wall, and I can’t budge it at all, and he’s driving me crazy about getting it out.”

“That I can manage,” he said, and with a wry smile, let him lead her back inside.   






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