Week 4/Prompt 2
Title: No Promises
Author: Minerva
Word Count: 790
Genre: General
Rating: G
Universe: Canon
Pairings: Inu/Sango, platonic
Prompt: #2
Sango worked quietly, rubbing away the blood of the demon she’d killed just moments before. InuYasha sat beside her similarly cleaning his sword. As she reached down beside her thigh to grab the rag that was lying there her hand came into contact with that of her companion’s. Startled she looked up, a light blush gracing her cheeks, as her brown eyes met gold.
“Uh, Inuyasha?”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“You have demon guts in your hair.”
“Oh. Well, can you get them out?”
“Sure.” Sango reaches up and pulls a slimy wad of smelly something from his hair. “Intestine. Bone. Blood. Ugh,” she thought. “Umm, there are guts in your ears, would you like me to get them out too?”
“Sure,” he said.
Grabbing a clean cloth she reached over and wiped the mass of innards away from his ears. They flicked in response to her touch. She turned the cloth over and found a clean area, returning to swab the remnants of blood from the crevices. She had never touched his ears before, and was surprised to feel their incredible warmth. She smirked to herself, deciding not to cause him further embarrassment by announcing he had the silkiest dog ears she had ever encountered.
“I know how you hate to have your ears touched, so let me know if this hurts or bothers you,” she said as she dug a little deeper with rag, chasing down the last bits of guts.
“Keh. You’re fine. Don’t say anything to Kagome, but I don’t mind it when my ears are touched. I just like for people to at least ask before they start yanking on ‘em,” he said.
She reveled a little longer than necessary while cleaning his ears, knowing this would probably be the last time he let her touch them. “There, you’re done,” she said as she moved back to her original seat. Sango took the rag and went to work removing the bits from her boots.
“Thanks, Sango,” he said, settling into silence next to her and staring absently at her motions.
He sat there for few moments, hands tucked into his haori. “Sango, I - I - uh, never mind,” he stammered, a slight blush coming across his cheeks. He spun around to face the other direction.
“What is it, Inuyasha?” she said.
“I - I don’t know how to say this, but - keh, forget it.”
“Inuyasha, just spit it out already.”
He lowered his head to hide his eyes, but Sango could still see the blush of his cheeks. “I just want you to know you’re probably one of the best fighters I’ve seen. You- you’re the one person in battle that I don’t have to worry about,” he managed to get out.
She didn’t say anything. He turned slightly back to her. “I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is if something were to happen to Miroku in the final battle, I - I don’t want you to give up too. Please,” he whispered, finally glancing up to catch her eyes.
“There are a lot of people here who depend on you,” he said, eyes flickering with softness before he put a scowl back on his face, “So I don’t wanna see you giving up. Understand?”
Sango closed her eyes and bit her lip, “Inuyasha, don’t ask me to make promises I can’t keep,” she said in a low whisper, fighting back the tears. “You know how I feel about that. Besides, you’ll have Kagome and Shippo. There will be no place for me here.”
Inuyasha clenched the sword in his hand tighter, feeling the worn leather of the hilt. “I don’t think Kagome will be here for much longer,” he said in a quietly, eyes on the ground. “Call it instinct or whatever, but I just have a bad feeling in my gut that once everything is said and done, that she’ll end up in her own time, and I won’t be able to get to her. I don’t think I could handle losing everyone like that.”
The wind blew her through her hair as the tears began to stream down her cheeks. “Sango, I’m not asking for a promise, I just want you to try,” he said, reaching out on instinct to grab her calloused hand. Her eyes opened and they looked at each other for a long moment, both understanding. “No promises. Just try, all right?” he said.
She gave him a weak smile. “All right. No promises. But I’ll try.”
He relaxed his grip on her hand and let out the breath he had been holding in, “Thanks. I’ll try to get everyone home in one piece,” he said, returning her small smile.
She gave him a small chuckle, “Thank you, Inuyasha.”
“Keh. Now quit cryin’ already!”
Author: Minerva
Word Count: 790
Genre: General
Rating: G
Universe: Canon
Pairings: Inu/Sango, platonic
Prompt: #2
Sango worked quietly, rubbing away the blood of the demon she’d killed just moments before. InuYasha sat beside her similarly cleaning his sword. As she reached down beside her thigh to grab the rag that was lying there her hand came into contact with that of her companion’s. Startled she looked up, a light blush gracing her cheeks, as her brown eyes met gold.
“Uh, Inuyasha?”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“You have demon guts in your hair.”
“Oh. Well, can you get them out?”
“Sure.” Sango reaches up and pulls a slimy wad of smelly something from his hair. “Intestine. Bone. Blood. Ugh,” she thought. “Umm, there are guts in your ears, would you like me to get them out too?”
“Sure,” he said.
Grabbing a clean cloth she reached over and wiped the mass of innards away from his ears. They flicked in response to her touch. She turned the cloth over and found a clean area, returning to swab the remnants of blood from the crevices. She had never touched his ears before, and was surprised to feel their incredible warmth. She smirked to herself, deciding not to cause him further embarrassment by announcing he had the silkiest dog ears she had ever encountered.
“I know how you hate to have your ears touched, so let me know if this hurts or bothers you,” she said as she dug a little deeper with rag, chasing down the last bits of guts.
“Keh. You’re fine. Don’t say anything to Kagome, but I don’t mind it when my ears are touched. I just like for people to at least ask before they start yanking on ‘em,” he said.
She reveled a little longer than necessary while cleaning his ears, knowing this would probably be the last time he let her touch them. “There, you’re done,” she said as she moved back to her original seat. Sango took the rag and went to work removing the bits from her boots.
“Thanks, Sango,” he said, settling into silence next to her and staring absently at her motions.
He sat there for few moments, hands tucked into his haori. “Sango, I - I - uh, never mind,” he stammered, a slight blush coming across his cheeks. He spun around to face the other direction.
“What is it, Inuyasha?” she said.
“I - I don’t know how to say this, but - keh, forget it.”
“Inuyasha, just spit it out already.”
He lowered his head to hide his eyes, but Sango could still see the blush of his cheeks. “I just want you to know you’re probably one of the best fighters I’ve seen. You- you’re the one person in battle that I don’t have to worry about,” he managed to get out.
She didn’t say anything. He turned slightly back to her. “I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is if something were to happen to Miroku in the final battle, I - I don’t want you to give up too. Please,” he whispered, finally glancing up to catch her eyes.
“There are a lot of people here who depend on you,” he said, eyes flickering with softness before he put a scowl back on his face, “So I don’t wanna see you giving up. Understand?”
Sango closed her eyes and bit her lip, “Inuyasha, don’t ask me to make promises I can’t keep,” she said in a low whisper, fighting back the tears. “You know how I feel about that. Besides, you’ll have Kagome and Shippo. There will be no place for me here.”
Inuyasha clenched the sword in his hand tighter, feeling the worn leather of the hilt. “I don’t think Kagome will be here for much longer,” he said in a quietly, eyes on the ground. “Call it instinct or whatever, but I just have a bad feeling in my gut that once everything is said and done, that she’ll end up in her own time, and I won’t be able to get to her. I don’t think I could handle losing everyone like that.”
The wind blew her through her hair as the tears began to stream down her cheeks. “Sango, I’m not asking for a promise, I just want you to try,” he said, reaching out on instinct to grab her calloused hand. Her eyes opened and they looked at each other for a long moment, both understanding. “No promises. Just try, all right?” he said.
She gave him a weak smile. “All right. No promises. But I’ll try.”
He relaxed his grip on her hand and let out the breath he had been holding in, “Thanks. I’ll try to get everyone home in one piece,” he said, returning her small smile.
She gave him a small chuckle, “Thank you, Inuyasha.”
“Keh. Now quit cryin’ already!”