Sacrifices
Title: Sacrifices
Fandom: Inuyasha
Character/Pairing: Izayoi
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Notes: Originally written for iyfic_contest's "Wardrobe" theme.
Sacrifices
The merchant’s eyes narrowed to a squint as he moved his attention from the beautiful silk kimono back to her. She stood still as a statue, meeting his scrutinizing gaze. She knew he was taking in the plain, worn clothing she wore, sizing her up. She had a story prepared to explain why she had such finery in her possession, but didn’t know if he would believe it. Silently she prayed the merchant’s greed would be strong enough that he wouldn’t question the source of the windfall.
“I can give you forty momme for them,” he said finally, with a sour look and a tone that indicated he felt he was practically being robbed at knife-point.
Her face fell. “So little? But I....” She trailed off as she saw his eyes harden. She quickly bowed, afraid if she pressed the matter further that he would refuse to buy them at all. “Thank you.” The merchant gave a scoffing snort and turned his back to her, carrying the kimono with almost reverent care.
She felt numb as she walked through the biting wind toward home. She’d lost the last memento of her fallen love, and for what? A handful of coins that would barely see them through the winter.
Tears began to well up in her eyes and she wiped them angrily with the heel of her hand. She must be strong, for her child. She’d done it for his sake, after all. She must not let Inuyasha see her cry.
Fandom: Inuyasha
Character/Pairing: Izayoi
Rating: G
Word Count: 250
Notes: Originally written for iyfic_contest's "Wardrobe" theme.
Sacrifices
The merchant’s eyes narrowed to a squint as he moved his attention from the beautiful silk kimono back to her. She stood still as a statue, meeting his scrutinizing gaze. She knew he was taking in the plain, worn clothing she wore, sizing her up. She had a story prepared to explain why she had such finery in her possession, but didn’t know if he would believe it. Silently she prayed the merchant’s greed would be strong enough that he wouldn’t question the source of the windfall.
“I can give you forty momme for them,” he said finally, with a sour look and a tone that indicated he felt he was practically being robbed at knife-point.
Her face fell. “So little? But I....” She trailed off as she saw his eyes harden. She quickly bowed, afraid if she pressed the matter further that he would refuse to buy them at all. “Thank you.” The merchant gave a scoffing snort and turned his back to her, carrying the kimono with almost reverent care.
She felt numb as she walked through the biting wind toward home. She’d lost the last memento of her fallen love, and for what? A handful of coins that would barely see them through the winter.
Tears began to well up in her eyes and she wiped them angrily with the heel of her hand. She must be strong, for her child. She’d done it for his sake, after all. She must not let Inuyasha see her cry.