Two drabbles- InuYasha- KagomexInuYasha & Kikyou/Kaede
Two drabbles... ^^;
BOX FULL OF MEMORIES
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What do you give a woman who’s given you everything?
It had been twenty years, to the day. The anniversary of their initial meeting had fallen on Kagome’s birthday, making the exact date difficult to forget.
Not that he had even the smallest inkling of desire to do so…
His world was drastically different from what it had been those two decades ago.
The sengoku jidai was a memory, a childhood home left behind in favor of something foreign and new.
The well house lay abandoned and dusty, the time slip having sealed itself off years before.
His trusty Tessaiga had become little more than a rusted blade mounted upon the living room wall. As a now ordinary human man, he had neither the ability nor the need to wield it any longer.
Growing up meant moving on, moving forward.
InuYasha was no longer a teenager, but a man who’d come into his own. He had a family, although one child proved enough for the couple. He resided over the shrine, for although Kagome was the breadwinner for the family, someone had to maintain the ancient Shinto grounds during the daylight hours.
And he had the maturity that could only be gained from experience… and love.
Mostly he had Kagome, the one who’d given him all of those things.
Birthdays had come and birthdays had gone. As he’d grown more accustomed to her era, he’d begun to purchase Kagome more ‘conventional gifts’ for holidays. He’d done so this year as well, but twenty years seemed a special anniversary to him.
InuYasha wished to give her something more.
The hall storage closet was filled to the brim with boxes, but InuYasha would have sworn that half of the contents of said room must have consisted of dust. Letting out a hearty sneeze, the dark-haired man sifted through the contents of the boxes. I know we stuck that shit in here, but that was forever ago so it could have been moved…
The clank of an item hitting the floor interrupted his musings and he leaned down to investigate what had fallen.
Wrapping his fingers around the object, InuYasha felt a smile creep across his lips.
Dull claws and round beads pressed into his palm as he rolled the long-removed rosary across his hands.
Pinpointing the box the rosary had dropped from, he slid it open the remainder of the way.
There was a uniform, the last one she’d worn in middle school. The one she’d worn when everything had come to an end; when they’d defeated him.
It was smattered in stains, many of rather grisly origins. Blood, dirt, and grime dotted it’s originally pristine white surface.
However, despite the unpleasant battles that the two had engaged in, in spite of of the anguish and tragedy that they encountered, InuYasha had no doubt Kagome reminisced fondly of the days she wore that fuku.
Those days had brought them both so much more than nightmares and sorrow. It had given them their own ideal world in each other.
The road to happiness had never been a simple or painless path, but for them it was well worth the journey.
Pressing some wrinkles from the uniform, he placed the rosary on top of it and picked up the box. InuYasha stepped out of the closet, shutting it behind him. In the brighter light, he could see that the green and red fabrics were notably faded.
But that didn’t matter. This would be perfect.
What do you give a woman who’s given you everything?
I’ll give her… our memories.
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Note: The second half of the drabble takes place during manga chapter seventy-eight- "A Gentle Scent." Implied past KikyouxInuYasha, implied present KagomexInuYasha
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They were polar opposites at times.
Confident, stoic, and guarded described the guardian of the shikon no tama quite well.
Perhaps, these characteristics were reasons she was given the duty of protecting it.
But Kaede was a child. Sheltered and naïve of the perils her older sister faced on a day-to-day basis.
Often nights when her sister returned and fell asleep in the hut they shared, Kaede would contemplate the less-than-ordinary life her sister led.
"Kikyou-onee-sama should just wish the jewel away…" She whispered under her breath one night.
A shift snapped her from her musings and she felt her sister's hand upon hers.
"Kaede, don't be so foolish. This is my duty; I can't abandon it for selfish reasons."
Kaede didn't understand. Kikyou hoped someday she would.
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The years had taken their toll on the current Miko of the village. Age had crept upon her, and for all purposes, Kaede was no longer the younger sister. Wise, compassionate, and stubborn described the elderly Miko. Although she was along in her years, her heart was no worse for wear.
One evening, her sister returned to the hut she'd once called home. She spoke to Kaede of Naraku, her bizarre reincarnation, and her desire to take the boy she'd sealed into death with her.
"Have you cut off... your lingering feelings?" Kaede had asked.
Kikyou smiled, her expression surprising the other woman. Turning to depart, she spoke, not answering the inquiry.
"We'll meet again..."
Onee-sama... How long are you going to wander for...?
Watching her younger-but-elder sister disappear, she shook her head in opposition of her sister's actions.
Don't be foolish, Onee-sama. Your duty in this world and to that boy ended fifty-years ago. Now the girl you call reincarnation continues it…
Kikyou didn't understand. Kaede hoped someday she would.
BOX FULL OF MEMORIES
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What do you give a woman who’s given you everything?
It had been twenty years, to the day. The anniversary of their initial meeting had fallen on Kagome’s birthday, making the exact date difficult to forget.
Not that he had even the smallest inkling of desire to do so…
His world was drastically different from what it had been those two decades ago.
The sengoku jidai was a memory, a childhood home left behind in favor of something foreign and new.
The well house lay abandoned and dusty, the time slip having sealed itself off years before.
His trusty Tessaiga had become little more than a rusted blade mounted upon the living room wall. As a now ordinary human man, he had neither the ability nor the need to wield it any longer.
Growing up meant moving on, moving forward.
InuYasha was no longer a teenager, but a man who’d come into his own. He had a family, although one child proved enough for the couple. He resided over the shrine, for although Kagome was the breadwinner for the family, someone had to maintain the ancient Shinto grounds during the daylight hours.
And he had the maturity that could only be gained from experience… and love.
Mostly he had Kagome, the one who’d given him all of those things.
Birthdays had come and birthdays had gone. As he’d grown more accustomed to her era, he’d begun to purchase Kagome more ‘conventional gifts’ for holidays. He’d done so this year as well, but twenty years seemed a special anniversary to him.
InuYasha wished to give her something more.
The hall storage closet was filled to the brim with boxes, but InuYasha would have sworn that half of the contents of said room must have consisted of dust. Letting out a hearty sneeze, the dark-haired man sifted through the contents of the boxes. I know we stuck that shit in here, but that was forever ago so it could have been moved…
The clank of an item hitting the floor interrupted his musings and he leaned down to investigate what had fallen.
Wrapping his fingers around the object, InuYasha felt a smile creep across his lips.
Dull claws and round beads pressed into his palm as he rolled the long-removed rosary across his hands.
Pinpointing the box the rosary had dropped from, he slid it open the remainder of the way.
There was a uniform, the last one she’d worn in middle school. The one she’d worn when everything had come to an end; when they’d defeated him.
It was smattered in stains, many of rather grisly origins. Blood, dirt, and grime dotted it’s originally pristine white surface.
However, despite the unpleasant battles that the two had engaged in, in spite of of the anguish and tragedy that they encountered, InuYasha had no doubt Kagome reminisced fondly of the days she wore that fuku.
Those days had brought them both so much more than nightmares and sorrow. It had given them their own ideal world in each other.
The road to happiness had never been a simple or painless path, but for them it was well worth the journey.
Pressing some wrinkles from the uniform, he placed the rosary on top of it and picked up the box. InuYasha stepped out of the closet, shutting it behind him. In the brighter light, he could see that the green and red fabrics were notably faded.
But that didn’t matter. This would be perfect.
What do you give a woman who’s given you everything?
I’ll give her… our memories.
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Note: The second half of the drabble takes place during manga chapter seventy-eight- "A Gentle Scent." Implied past KikyouxInuYasha, implied present KagomexInuYasha
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They were polar opposites at times.
Confident, stoic, and guarded described the guardian of the shikon no tama quite well.
Perhaps, these characteristics were reasons she was given the duty of protecting it.
But Kaede was a child. Sheltered and naïve of the perils her older sister faced on a day-to-day basis.
Often nights when her sister returned and fell asleep in the hut they shared, Kaede would contemplate the less-than-ordinary life her sister led.
"Kikyou-onee-sama should just wish the jewel away…" She whispered under her breath one night.
A shift snapped her from her musings and she felt her sister's hand upon hers.
"Kaede, don't be so foolish. This is my duty; I can't abandon it for selfish reasons."
Kaede didn't understand. Kikyou hoped someday she would.
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The years had taken their toll on the current Miko of the village. Age had crept upon her, and for all purposes, Kaede was no longer the younger sister. Wise, compassionate, and stubborn described the elderly Miko. Although she was along in her years, her heart was no worse for wear.
One evening, her sister returned to the hut she'd once called home. She spoke to Kaede of Naraku, her bizarre reincarnation, and her desire to take the boy she'd sealed into death with her.
"Have you cut off... your lingering feelings?" Kaede had asked.
Kikyou smiled, her expression surprising the other woman. Turning to depart, she spoke, not answering the inquiry.
"We'll meet again..."
Onee-sama... How long are you going to wander for...?
Watching her younger-but-elder sister disappear, she shook her head in opposition of her sister's actions.
Don't be foolish, Onee-sama. Your duty in this world and to that boy ended fifty-years ago. Now the girl you call reincarnation continues it…
Kikyou didn't understand. Kaede hoped someday she would.