Finding Daddy
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VII
Salome 10/08
Finding Daddy
VII
The next few days went relatively smoothly—as smoothly as they could go, given Inuyasha's clingy dependence, his combined childlike behavior and adult body, and Miroku's tense efforts to balance everything and keep everyone calm and happy. He had rarely found himself in such a mediator's position before, and he did not like it. He liked Inuyasha's attentions, true enough, whether he was whining that some little bug had gotten in his eye, showing off the prize of an enormous flower he found, demanding Houshi-Daddy's attention ("Play catch with me!"), or demanding Houshi-Daddy's other kind of attention ("Let Inuyasha make Houshi-Daddy hard again, please?").
Generally, he was able to keep the boy-man distracted, and Shippo particularly loved indulging his newfound playmate. Meanwhile, Kagome remained mature and neutral, despite her desire to "sit" the hanyou when he accidentally trampled the picnic as he chased a butterfly. Sango, though, was another matter. She was distant and sullen and turned away from them all, grooming Kirara's sleek fur and flying off for rides on her to scout as often as possible. Miroku felt pangs of guilt—he had genuine affection for the brave and beautiful young slayer—but his hands, as well as his mind and heart, were full.
The fragile balance was shattered completely, however, three days later. They were walking in the direction of a nearby village to restock supplies when they met up with two young travelers. They spoke of trouble in the village, of a sudden windstorm that destroyed many homes when the weather was clear elsewise. They hastened their pace, hoping to reach the village by nightfall to see if they might determine the cause or otherwise assist. Kagome sensed no jewel shard yet, but she kept her senses alert. Inuyasha grew fearful and clung tighter than ever to Miroku, who reassured him in a soft voice that made Sango visibly shudder.
Only a few moments later, however, the pair were greeted by a whirlwind blast that took leaves from trees and sent them sprawling. Miroku stuck his staff in the ground and held himself in place as best he could, while the incongruous form of a rolling ball of inuhanyou tumbled past him, crying out in fear. From out of a spiraling cloud appeared Kagura, chuckling at the display before her. Miroku cursed his luck but stood his ground. "What fool's errand brings you this time, Kagura?" he scoffed.
Kagura ignored the monk in favor of the sprawled Inuyasha, eyes wide and spitting dirt. She pointed a fan daintily. "Clumsier than usual, I see, Inuyasha," she laughed.
"Hou…shi," Inuyasha whimpered, making no effort to rise.
Kagura raised a delicate eyebrow. "So easily defeated?" she mocked, and her fan flicked a Dances of Blades attack directly at Inuyasha.
The cowering hanyou covered his head and cried out in panic as Miroku stepped between them and withstood the attack as best he could. His clothes and skin were rent with blade-like slashes but he did not move.
Kagura watched the spectacle in wonder. Inuyasha was not rising to protect his companion. No, he was desperately frightened and in no shape to fight. Surely, her first small attack was not enough to truly wound the hanyou, so something else must be wrong with him.
Inuyasha watched in wonder as well. He was terrified and horrified at the wounds the monk was taking in order to protect him. Images suddenly flashed through his mind. He saw himself, an enormous sword held aloft, racing at this small woman in her layered kimono, screaming a defiant attack. He saw the slayer, her weapon sailing. The miko firing an arrow. Was this fantasy…or…?
The wind had subsided and Miroku was calling out the name "Kagura!" while unwrapping his bead-covered wrist.
The wind sorceress laughed anew and flicked her fan. Saimyousho appeared above her head, and she taunted the monk: "Can you afford their poison?" she asked coyly, then tossed up her tiny white feather and flew into the air, the insects in formation behind her.
She would tell Naraku of Inuyasha's state, he knew. But he thought little else as he crumpled there in the earth.
Inuyasha ran over, crying "Houshi-Daddy!" in a plaintive voice, just as Kirara landed beside them with a protective growl and her passengers leapt from her back to the monk's side.
Finding Daddy
VII
The next few days went relatively smoothly—as smoothly as they could go, given Inuyasha's clingy dependence, his combined childlike behavior and adult body, and Miroku's tense efforts to balance everything and keep everyone calm and happy. He had rarely found himself in such a mediator's position before, and he did not like it. He liked Inuyasha's attentions, true enough, whether he was whining that some little bug had gotten in his eye, showing off the prize of an enormous flower he found, demanding Houshi-Daddy's attention ("Play catch with me!"), or demanding Houshi-Daddy's other kind of attention ("Let Inuyasha make Houshi-Daddy hard again, please?").
Generally, he was able to keep the boy-man distracted, and Shippo particularly loved indulging his newfound playmate. Meanwhile, Kagome remained mature and neutral, despite her desire to "sit" the hanyou when he accidentally trampled the picnic as he chased a butterfly. Sango, though, was another matter. She was distant and sullen and turned away from them all, grooming Kirara's sleek fur and flying off for rides on her to scout as often as possible. Miroku felt pangs of guilt—he had genuine affection for the brave and beautiful young slayer—but his hands, as well as his mind and heart, were full.
The fragile balance was shattered completely, however, three days later. They were walking in the direction of a nearby village to restock supplies when they met up with two young travelers. They spoke of trouble in the village, of a sudden windstorm that destroyed many homes when the weather was clear elsewise. They hastened their pace, hoping to reach the village by nightfall to see if they might determine the cause or otherwise assist. Kagome sensed no jewel shard yet, but she kept her senses alert. Inuyasha grew fearful and clung tighter than ever to Miroku, who reassured him in a soft voice that made Sango visibly shudder.
Only a few moments later, however, the pair were greeted by a whirlwind blast that took leaves from trees and sent them sprawling. Miroku stuck his staff in the ground and held himself in place as best he could, while the incongruous form of a rolling ball of inuhanyou tumbled past him, crying out in fear. From out of a spiraling cloud appeared Kagura, chuckling at the display before her. Miroku cursed his luck but stood his ground. "What fool's errand brings you this time, Kagura?" he scoffed.
Kagura ignored the monk in favor of the sprawled Inuyasha, eyes wide and spitting dirt. She pointed a fan daintily. "Clumsier than usual, I see, Inuyasha," she laughed.
"Hou…shi," Inuyasha whimpered, making no effort to rise.
Kagura raised a delicate eyebrow. "So easily defeated?" she mocked, and her fan flicked a Dances of Blades attack directly at Inuyasha.
The cowering hanyou covered his head and cried out in panic as Miroku stepped between them and withstood the attack as best he could. His clothes and skin were rent with blade-like slashes but he did not move.
Kagura watched the spectacle in wonder. Inuyasha was not rising to protect his companion. No, he was desperately frightened and in no shape to fight. Surely, her first small attack was not enough to truly wound the hanyou, so something else must be wrong with him.
Inuyasha watched in wonder as well. He was terrified and horrified at the wounds the monk was taking in order to protect him. Images suddenly flashed through his mind. He saw himself, an enormous sword held aloft, racing at this small woman in her layered kimono, screaming a defiant attack. He saw the slayer, her weapon sailing. The miko firing an arrow. Was this fantasy…or…?
The wind had subsided and Miroku was calling out the name "Kagura!" while unwrapping his bead-covered wrist.
The wind sorceress laughed anew and flicked her fan. Saimyousho appeared above her head, and she taunted the monk: "Can you afford their poison?" she asked coyly, then tossed up her tiny white feather and flew into the air, the insects in formation behind her.
She would tell Naraku of Inuyasha's state, he knew. But he thought little else as he crumpled there in the earth.
Inuyasha ran over, crying "Houshi-Daddy!" in a plaintive voice, just as Kirara landed beside them with a protective growl and her passengers leapt from her back to the monk's side.