I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
InuYasha sat there, twirling a maple leaf, red and dry, in his hands as he watched Kagome work in the meadow. He was trying hard not to look bored as his wife was digging up the roots of some herb that had withered as summer gave way to autumn. They were on the very edge of the village’s grounds, and from where they worked, there were no huts or fields visible, only woods and open, fallow fields. There was no way he would let her work so far from where there were people to keep an eye on her, but at the same time, he would have rather been doing something besides sitting and watching.
Kagome tossed the plant she had dug up into her collecting basket, then looked up, blowing a stray piece of hair away from the front of her face. She could sense the agitation in her husband from the way he was sitting Standing up, she arched her back. “I think that’s enough for today.”
“You sure?” InuYasha said. He looked around him. The afternoon light was honeyed, and the sky was mostly blue, but there was a hint of change in the air. Tomorrow would not be the golden day today was. “Smells like the rain is coming.”
“You think so?” she said, looking up in the sky.
“Yeah. By tonight, the wind’ll be picking up.” He dropped the leaf. “It’ll be days probably before you can come back.”
She plopped down next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. “Rain? Too wet to come back and gather herbs for days?”
“Yeah.” His arm snaked around her.
“Oh that’s going to be terrible,” she said in a mock horrified voice. “Stuck at home by an autumn storm and not able to come and dig up any roots. Whatever shall I do?”
He looked down at her, and the smile on her face, and pulled a loose bit of hair away from her face, and a small smile touched his lips in return. “Oh, I suspect you’ll think of something.”
“I might need some help, though,” she said.
“Well, I imagine I’ll be able to give you a hand,” he replied, bending close.
She kissed him on the chin. “And an ear, and a leg . . . ”
“Anything else?” he murmured. His warm breath caressed her ear and made her shiver.
“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” she said, standing up.
He stood up, and pulled her close. “Maybe you can show me after dinner. Wouldn’t want to do it wrong.”
“Not a bad idea,” she agreed.
She picked up her basket. Together they walked home, both wishing for a long, hard rain.