[One-Shot] Different Place
Title: Different Place
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Inuyasha
Type: Anime/Manga
Characters/Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome
Word Count: 1,000
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Taking a well needed shopping break from her superhero live style, Kagome spends her day with Inuyasha in modern times.
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha nor the characters, just borrowing them from Rumiko Takahashi for a little while.
Author's Notes: A little late in posting this here, since winners were announced over at iyfic_contest on July 16, 2012, as to which this piece took joint second place. I'll put the banner here when it's been made.
Prompt: iyfic_contest : #291 - Wishful Thinking
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“Stop fidgeting,” Kagome huffed, her hands reaching up and tugging the baseball cap down onto the objecting hanyou’s head, “You’re just going to draw attention to yourself!” She stood back, hands on her hips, surveying her attempt to right the hat in just the right way that his fuzzy ears were hidden underneath.
“Keh! This is ridiculous!” he snorted, reaching to snatch the offending article off, Kagome raising her voice to an almost holler as she started swatting his hands away, bags swinging every which way from her arms.
“Don’t do that!” she hissed.
Pink cheeked from her angry outburst only caused Inuyasha to gruffly listen to Kagome as several heads turn their way in curious glances. She heaved a sigh and shifted the heavy shopping bags up her arms to the crook of her elbow for better support, “I swear you are such a handful!”
Narrowing dark brows, Inuyasha crossed his arms, “Look who’s talking! You made me dress up in this obnoxious outfit!”
Kagome paused, exhaling all the anger she had been about to direct at the careless hanyou, “There is nothing obnoxious with jeans, Inuyasha,” she quipped, grinning as she tilted her head, assessing him.
Dressed in faded jeans and a loose black trimmed t-shirt, donations from one of the ladies that her mother associated with, and with his silver mane pulled into the thick braid cascading down his back; Inuyasha looked the epitome of a normal teenage male. Smirking at the silly notion of Inuyasha being anything more than the brusque he-man hanyou he portrayed himself to be.
Inuyasha snorted again at her cheerful gaze, scratching at the back of his neck, jostling the tightly bound braid, “What’da are you looking at?” he snipped out, staring Kagome down with narrowed golden eyes, only making Kagome’s grin even wider as she idly played with the charms dangling from her wallet.
“Oh nothing,” she hummed, glancing around the food court.
She knew it was silly and a quite bit reckless on her part to have brought Inuyasha along, especially out in modern surroundings - in broad daylight no less - but he hadn’t stopped nagging about jewel shard hunting. And considering it was one of the few times Inuyasha let her even come home, she’d spend it how she wanted, even if Inuyasha had to tag along to give him some kind of piece of reassurance. Not that she was going to magically vanish and forget their mission, nor was she going to allow Naraku to gather all of the shards himself. There were just a few times where she wanted a little peace and quiet or rather a break from her alternate life as a super hero.
Giggling to herself, Kagome wondered if comic book heroes ever felt that way some times. Maybe even doctors or police officers got tired of saving lives. After all, she was just one ordinary girl with an extraordinary gift. She deemed it a little much needed vacation time even if the ill-tempered hanyou disagreed the whole way.
Kagome turned, nudging Inuyasha with her hip, “The exit is that way,” she smiled, forcing every bit of it as they passed by the women eyeing Inuyasha like a fresh tart. The pack of females whispered adolescently back and forth, pointing at them and giggling loudly, causing a irate crease between Kagome brows.
Glancing over the form of the hanyou walking in front of her, she couldn’t help but let her eyes rove over his hindquarters, which seemed to be the topic of interest. Catching her self from tripping over the leg of a chair as they waded through the mass of furniture, Kagome blushed furiously at the thought of checking out the overbearing ass - pun not intended - in front of her.
She swallowed a little more, her mouth suddenly dry. He did seem to have a nice shapely rear, and those calves… she wondered why she had never put him in modern clothes before now. The rippling muscles of his back could nowhere contend with those of his biceps.
“Stop staring off idiot, you’ll get hurt,” Inuyasha gripped, grabbing for the bags on one of her arms, “Let me carry these.”
She met his eyes for the briefest of seconds, letting him take the weight of her shopping extravaganza from her grasp. Kagome coughed, her face coloring cutely as she tried to imagine Inuyasha in another scenario. She’d seen her fair share of him fighting, but his tradition attire usually hid most of his body from view, completely unlike the current outfit she and her mother had practically forced on him.
Such a simple change from the usual and yet it had Kagome’s heart pounding.
Oh, now this was a dangerous topic her brain had flipped onto, she mused, feeling her body heat rise as she nodded, unloading the rest of her bags to Inuyasha. The thought of him functioning in a modern society was beyond farfetched and a bit of unadulterated wishful thinking.
Though it honestly didn’t stop her.
Kagome grasped his hand when he had finished taking her load of bags, smiling brightly as she tugged him to follow her, “Let’s head back to the shrine,” she tightened her hold on his hand, feeling the warmth and letting it calm her idly musings, “We should get back to the mission.”
“Keh, finally,” he grumbled arrogantly, though he couldn’t stop the small tightening of his chest nor the pounding of his heart in his ears. Inuyasha swallowed past the thick lump in his throat and grasp her hand just as tightly, his claws gently prickling the tops of her hand. The day had been a strange experience for him, but he did not have much to complain about. With a quiet smile, he followed her out of the food court, letting her lead the whole way.
For once, it was a different pace for them.
Originally Posted to: iyfic_contest on July 10, 2012.
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: Inuyasha
Type: Anime/Manga
Characters/Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome
Word Count: 1,000
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Taking a well needed shopping break from her superhero live style, Kagome spends her day with Inuyasha in modern times.
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha nor the characters, just borrowing them from Rumiko Takahashi for a little while.
Author's Notes: A little late in posting this here, since winners were announced over at iyfic_contest on July 16, 2012, as to which this piece took joint second place. I'll put the banner here when it's been made.
Prompt: iyfic_contest : #291 - Wishful Thinking
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“Stop fidgeting,” Kagome huffed, her hands reaching up and tugging the baseball cap down onto the objecting hanyou’s head, “You’re just going to draw attention to yourself!” She stood back, hands on her hips, surveying her attempt to right the hat in just the right way that his fuzzy ears were hidden underneath.
“Keh! This is ridiculous!” he snorted, reaching to snatch the offending article off, Kagome raising her voice to an almost holler as she started swatting his hands away, bags swinging every which way from her arms.
“Don’t do that!” she hissed.
Pink cheeked from her angry outburst only caused Inuyasha to gruffly listen to Kagome as several heads turn their way in curious glances. She heaved a sigh and shifted the heavy shopping bags up her arms to the crook of her elbow for better support, “I swear you are such a handful!”
Narrowing dark brows, Inuyasha crossed his arms, “Look who’s talking! You made me dress up in this obnoxious outfit!”
Kagome paused, exhaling all the anger she had been about to direct at the careless hanyou, “There is nothing obnoxious with jeans, Inuyasha,” she quipped, grinning as she tilted her head, assessing him.
Dressed in faded jeans and a loose black trimmed t-shirt, donations from one of the ladies that her mother associated with, and with his silver mane pulled into the thick braid cascading down his back; Inuyasha looked the epitome of a normal teenage male. Smirking at the silly notion of Inuyasha being anything more than the brusque he-man hanyou he portrayed himself to be.
Inuyasha snorted again at her cheerful gaze, scratching at the back of his neck, jostling the tightly bound braid, “What’da are you looking at?” he snipped out, staring Kagome down with narrowed golden eyes, only making Kagome’s grin even wider as she idly played with the charms dangling from her wallet.
“Oh nothing,” she hummed, glancing around the food court.
She knew it was silly and a quite bit reckless on her part to have brought Inuyasha along, especially out in modern surroundings - in broad daylight no less - but he hadn’t stopped nagging about jewel shard hunting. And considering it was one of the few times Inuyasha let her even come home, she’d spend it how she wanted, even if Inuyasha had to tag along to give him some kind of piece of reassurance. Not that she was going to magically vanish and forget their mission, nor was she going to allow Naraku to gather all of the shards himself. There were just a few times where she wanted a little peace and quiet or rather a break from her alternate life as a super hero.
Giggling to herself, Kagome wondered if comic book heroes ever felt that way some times. Maybe even doctors or police officers got tired of saving lives. After all, she was just one ordinary girl with an extraordinary gift. She deemed it a little much needed vacation time even if the ill-tempered hanyou disagreed the whole way.
Kagome turned, nudging Inuyasha with her hip, “The exit is that way,” she smiled, forcing every bit of it as they passed by the women eyeing Inuyasha like a fresh tart. The pack of females whispered adolescently back and forth, pointing at them and giggling loudly, causing a irate crease between Kagome brows.
Glancing over the form of the hanyou walking in front of her, she couldn’t help but let her eyes rove over his hindquarters, which seemed to be the topic of interest. Catching her self from tripping over the leg of a chair as they waded through the mass of furniture, Kagome blushed furiously at the thought of checking out the overbearing ass - pun not intended - in front of her.
She swallowed a little more, her mouth suddenly dry. He did seem to have a nice shapely rear, and those calves… she wondered why she had never put him in modern clothes before now. The rippling muscles of his back could nowhere contend with those of his biceps.
“Stop staring off idiot, you’ll get hurt,” Inuyasha gripped, grabbing for the bags on one of her arms, “Let me carry these.”
She met his eyes for the briefest of seconds, letting him take the weight of her shopping extravaganza from her grasp. Kagome coughed, her face coloring cutely as she tried to imagine Inuyasha in another scenario. She’d seen her fair share of him fighting, but his tradition attire usually hid most of his body from view, completely unlike the current outfit she and her mother had practically forced on him.
Such a simple change from the usual and yet it had Kagome’s heart pounding.
Oh, now this was a dangerous topic her brain had flipped onto, she mused, feeling her body heat rise as she nodded, unloading the rest of her bags to Inuyasha. The thought of him functioning in a modern society was beyond farfetched and a bit of unadulterated wishful thinking.
Though it honestly didn’t stop her.
Kagome grasped his hand when he had finished taking her load of bags, smiling brightly as she tugged him to follow her, “Let’s head back to the shrine,” she tightened her hold on his hand, feeling the warmth and letting it calm her idly musings, “We should get back to the mission.”
“Keh, finally,” he grumbled arrogantly, though he couldn’t stop the small tightening of his chest nor the pounding of his heart in his ears. Inuyasha swallowed past the thick lump in his throat and grasp her hand just as tightly, his claws gently prickling the tops of her hand. The day had been a strange experience for him, but he did not have much to complain about. With a quiet smile, he followed her out of the food court, letting her lead the whole way.
For once, it was a different pace for them.
Originally Posted to: iyfic_contest on July 10, 2012.