Kagome had watched him do this too often, whenever he felt unsure or uneasy. He would wake up and go sit by the fire, or sometimes, especially when the moon was shining, step silently out of their house, and stand outside, as if on guard against something unseen in the darkness.
Tonight she had come to, missing his warmth beside her, and pulling on a robe, and not finding him next to the fire pit, walked outside on the verandah, letting the door mat fall almost silently behind her.
He was standing there, looking up at the moon, his silver hair wrapped in shadow and the palest of highlights, dressed only in his sleeping robe.
An ear flicked in her direction as she stepped forward, but he continued looking at the sky. “Hi,” she said. “What you doing?”
“Just thinking,” he said.
Kagome walked up and wrapped her arm around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. InuYasha pulled her closer.
“You should be sleeping,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
“So should you,” she replied, looking up at him. The moonlight caught in his eyes, making them glow.
“Keh,” he said, then sighed.
“You’re not thinking about that peddler that came through today, are you?” Kagome asked. “You’re not going to let a jerk like he is get to you, are you?”
“I’ve always had to fight for a place in the world,” he said, not meeting her eyes. “But I hate it when you get dragged down, too. After you brought Atae over to Kaede’s, I thought his eyes were going to pop out.”
“Kaede and the village elders set him straight,” Kagome said. She cupped her husband’s cheek in one soft hand. “So did Miroku. I thought he was going to have a stroke when Miroku picked up Atae. He won’t be bothering us any more.”
She reached up and kissed him on the chin. “I know you think that you don’t have a place that accepts you for who you are, where you belong, but you do. The villagers defended your right to be here, to have a family here. You have a home, and a wife and a bed.” She laced her fingers through his. “And your bed needs you now. Come back inside.”
He gave her a small smile, faint, as if not quite believing her assessment, and nodded. “A home,” he said. “Maybe you’re right.”
She merely smiled at him, and together, they went back to bed.