StoriesIn the beginning
a voice cried in the nothingness,
and nothingness became,
then things went boom,
back to back those two,
creator and destroyer,
And breathing over the waters
the preserver wandered -
or so the stories go.
we weave them in in some form
creator, preserver, destroyer –
things last for a time,
things go boom.
How red the blood,
by lone drop
to scatter in the wind
as they weave their dance,
a seed to bloom to wither,
and then to seed.
Taking a deep breath,
I ponder how we weave the tales -
I think of Siddhartha
sitting by the river,
and those who wandered
across the desert,
and blood on a cross,
and Schrodinger’s cat
and the eyes of a dying woman.
Staring at the wasteland before me
I bat away the flickering shapes -
specters, ghosts, goblins
crawling in the midday heat -
their stories get old.
The sun feels good on my shoulders.
Thirsty, I take a deep drink.
InterruptionI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiInterruption6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
InuYasha walked up behind Kagome and knelt down behind her. Leaning over her shoulder, he looked at the fine white fabric in her hands and watched her run the needle through the fabric with practiced ease.
He nuzzled his nose against her cheek. Whatre ya doing? he asked.
She tensed and lifted her shoulder and giggled. That tickles, she said. Im sewing.
I can see that, he answered, planting a little kiss on the top of her shoulder. But what are you making?
A shirt for that weed of a son of ours, she said, tilting her head to the side. Hes already getting a little tall for the clothes he has on today. She closed her eyes as his mouth trailed up the side of her neck. That isnt very fair, you know.
He nibbled on her earl
FoundlingI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiFoundling6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He ran the back of his fingers against her cheek, then slid them into her hair.
"I hope you don't mind," InuYasha said, sliding his arm around his wife's waist. "I couldn't just leave him there. His mother had been killed, and I knew the local villagers would have chased him away."
Kagome watched Atae and the newcomer playing chase in the area in front of their house. Her son's laughter rang out as they dodged around each other. "Stay out of the garden!" she yelled at them.
"All right, Mama!" Atae yelled back, and ran off in the other direction, his newfound friend following close behind.
She turned back and looked at her husband with a soft smile on her face. "What made you think I'd be angry?" she asked.
"Oh, another mouth to feed." He pulled her close. "Someone else to chase after." He tilted up her chin. "More p
The GiftThe GiftThe Gift6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
InuYasha sat cross-legged in the shade beneath a tree behind his house. It was a warm spring day, but he ignored the vista before him, and looked down at the small bundle he held very carefully in his arms.
You know, little guy, you gave your mama a really hard time getting here. That was like the hardest night of my life. He blew through his white bangs. She worked so hard and it hurt, bad. I could hear it and smell it, but I couldnt do anything about it. Its a womans mystery, they told me, and there wasnt anything I could do. They wouldnt even let me get anywhere near her until you got here. He sighed at the memory. Think Miroku was gonna put an ofuda on me if I gave them any trouble. You gotta watch that monk - hes sneaky like that.
The small face looked up at his father, small amber eyes worki
A Special Lunchdo not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiA Special Lunch6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Special Lunch
Youre back too early! Out! Kagome said, jumping up as InuYasha pushed open the door mat. Dont come in! Standing the way she was, she had totally blocked the view of what she was cooking.
What? said InuYasha. What do you mean dont come in? He sniffed, and the air smelled delicious. He noticed there was a smear of some white dust on her wrap skirt and another on her cheek.
Its a surprise. Out, out! she said, smiling, but with a determined gleam in her eyes. She made shooing motions with her hand.
All right, all right, he said, retreating. But Ill be sitting out here on the porch.
Thats good. Ill call you when you can come in, she said.
The mat clattered behind him and he sat do
ScentI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiScent6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
InuYasha walked into the entryway of his house, letting the door drop shut. He and Miroku had spent all afternoon helping Kaedes cousin Tameo, the village headman, repair an old house used by one of his tenant families. He was hot and hungry and well dusted from the building work, and wanted nothing more than to eat, wash up, and go to sleep, not necessarily in that order. But soon as his feet hit the dirt floor of the entry way, he immediately knew something was up.
The air smelled . . . delicious. Enticing. At first, just standing there, he couldnt quite put his finger on it. There were strips of meat roasting on skewers in the fire pit and something tasty smelling coming from the soup pot. That was part of it. The air was touched with the sweet scent of summer flowers, tastefully arranged on the fam
Sensei InuYashaI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiSensei InuYasha6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was an unusual sight: three males of the Inu Youkai noble clan standing together in a small knot, talking, silver hair fluttering in the breeze, dressed in white and red and blue. Of course the fact that one was only about five and was receiving unhappy looks from the other two males spoiled the effect of all that gathered power.
Atae, dressed in blue, stood in front of his daddy, looking up at him with big, solemn puppy eyes. He swallowed hard. He knew, from the look on his daddys face and the scents of tension in the air that he had overstepped some boundary and was in trouble. Uncle, resting one hand on Ataes silver-haired head, held up a somewhat shredded boot for his daddys inspection with the other. The boys triangular puppy ear twitched as Uncles fingers brushed across its tip.
Atae, you did this? InuYasha looked down at hi
Little Pitchers, Big EarsI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiLittle Pitchers, Big Ears6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Little Pitchers, Big Ears, and Good Noses
Atae had been watching his parents during the day. Things got funny around the house on the day before the full moon.
Like usual, the little boy noticed that there was something different about the way Daddy looked at Mama. On this day, it had started at breakfast time. Daddys fingers brushed against Mamas fingers when she handed him his soup. Daddy smiled, and said something about soup not being the only thing good enough to eat. Her eyes dropped and her cheeks colored, and something about her scent changed, too.
Not long after that, Mama sent him down to the stream to get some water.
It was a sunny spring day, and Mama decided to wash clothes. Atae found Daddy standing behind Mama as she was hanging up a kosode. Daddy had taken the drying rod from her hand as she reached up t
The Clothes LineI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiThe Clothes Line6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Clothes Line
It was a warm and sunny afternoon. Kagome walked over carrying the big basket she used for her laundry and hummed a little tune as she took clothes off their drying rods.
Folding the white linen of one of her husbands under kosodes, she sang,
Cold water, they say
cant make a good cup of tea
when you are away
my life is just cold water,
no fragrance til you return.
Placing it in her basket, she turned toward the line where she had hung the sheet from their bed. The sheet waved a little in the late afternoon breeze as she walked along the clothesline, checking for dryness. It was perfectly dry and felt smooth in her hands. She began to tug it to her, still singing.
But when you return, I
She had it about halfway off when suddenly two hands wrapped around her sides. Surprised,
Of Water and Weighty MattersI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiOf Water and Weighty Matters6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of Water and Weighty Matters
There were times, usually as Kagome trudged up the path from the stream, buckets of water in her hands, that she would remember the kitchen faucet and the bathroom faucet and the water to the washing machine.
This was one of those moments.
Youre remembering again, the soft voice of her husband chided, sighing a little as he took the buckets out of her hands. I can always tell.
Thanks, InuYasha, she said as she rolled her shoulders a bit and shook out her hands. What do you mean, I was remembering again?
Kagome smoothed out her blue and white wrap skirt with one hand while resting another hand lightly on the red sleeve of her husbands jacket.
Your eyes get this funny, misty look, and I can tell youre not really seeing whats here, but whats back at your old h
SnakebiteI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiSnakebite6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
InuYasha! she yelled, running across the field.
He stumbled to one knee, then, sheathing his sword, he pressed it into the ground like a walking stick and leaned on Tessaigas hilt, catching his breath. Around him lay the remnants of the youkai he had killed, a white and scaly snake youkai. The carcass smoked lightly in the afternoon light. InuYasha had blood spatters on his cheek, and streaking his hair, but they werent his blood. Thats not where he was injured. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Kagome, and tried to crack a wry grin, but couldnt. Instead, he gritted his teeth and, leaning on his sword, pulled himself up with his left arm.
His right arm felt like fire. He could feel the trickle of blood seep down his wrist where the youkai had bit him. The world around him began spinning.
Fishing LessonI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiFishing Lesson6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They lay on the stream bank, just peeking over the water.
See the fish? The older of the two of them said softly.
Yeah, the younger one replied. We gonna catchem?
Watch first. The older pointed a clawed fingertip. Which way are they sitting in the water?
The younger one scratched behind a triangular ear. To my right? He sounded uncertain if that was the right answer.
Whats to your right?
The younger one frowned and looked thoughtfully around him. Dont know the right answer, Daddy.
What ways the water flowing, little guy? He rubbed his sons hair between his ears.
Upstream! the boy answered.
Thats right, Atae. River fish like to sit in the wat
Time to RelaxI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiTime to Relax6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Time to Relax
InuYasha put down the fire tongs after stirring the fire and adding wood so it wouldnt need attention for a while. Then he scooted out of his place by the fire and across the room where Kagome was sewing by lamplight, running her needle back and forth along some brightly printed linen cloth.
You look tired, he said. He looked at the fabric, a bright pattern of red on blue and brown, something she was making for Atae. He picked up one corner.You should put that down and do something to relax.
She looked up at him, gazing into his amber eyes. There was something playful lurking in his look, but concern, too. You have something in mind? she said.
Maybe, he said. He gave her a wicked, but sweet smile.
Tucking the needle into the fabric first, Kagome put her
KissI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiKiss6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
InuYasha held Kagomes face cupped in his hands, the tips of his claws disappearing into her midnight hair. His amber eyes searched hers, wanting, demanding, and hers answered, heavy-lidded, and gray, her face tilting up. He brushed his thumb lightly across her cheekbone before lowering his face to hers, his lips brushing at first lightly across the satin of hers. Her lips opened up in return, inviting more. He pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers, exploring her taste as she melted against him.
Bedtime, she said, pulling on his obi.
Right, he replied.
Hard HomecomingI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiHard Homecoming6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was well after dark when he reached his house. The hanyou slid open the shouji door, and leaning on his sword like it was a cane, walked into the entryway. His garments were torn and stained, and had not yet had the chance to repair themselves. Worst was the rent across his shoulder. The tatters of his undershirt near it were stained red, and his suikan was stained an even darker red. The wound itself had not yet fully closed and glistened a little as it oozed. He held the arm limply at his side.
There were brownish-red streaks in his hair as well, and one of his ears had a pink stripe down it, evidence of a healing tear. He had a blood smear across one cheek.
InuYasha sighed as he looked inside the room. Kagome, instead of being in the sleeping room, was laying down on a mat near the fire pit. T
Breakfast TimeI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiBreakfast Time6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was still fairly early in the morning, but well past sunrise. Kagome fished in the pickle tub, and pulled out a section of daikon pickle, closed the lid, and took it to the basin to wash it. As she took the water out front to dump it, she saw InuYasha, his silver hair gleaming in the morning light walking up to the house. For a moment she allowed herself to enjoy the sight of him walking, lithe, sure, confident.
Good morning, Koibito, InuYasha said, smiling, as he stepped up on the veranda. They entered the house.
You were out early, she said as he slid the shouji door behind them.
Didnt want to wake you, he said. I kind of kept you up a bit late last night.
You didnt hear me complaining, she said, replacing the basin. I rather enjoyed it. It
Happy HomecomingI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiHappy Homecoming6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kagome looked up from where she was working in the garden. Her blue-gray eyes went from concentrated to joy almost immediately. InuYasha! Youre home! Kagome said, dropping her hoe, and running and jumping into her husbands arms.
He caught her, wrapping his arms around her, his hands firmly holding her up by her bottom. He rested his head between her breasts and breathed deeply. Kami, but I missed you, Koibito. Her hands wrapped around his neck, sliding under his silver hair, while her lips placed a tiny kiss on each of his triangular ears. He spun her around slowly clasping her closely. You smell so much better than that bouzo does, especially after a week on the road.
Her laughter rang through the yard. She brushed his bangs out of his eyes, leaned down, and brushed her lips against
Shopping ListI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiShopping List6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tell me again, he said, leaning back against her chest.
It was an early evening. They had lit the lamp against the growing shadows, but some light still made its way into the little room, fast deepening into twilight. Kagome sat kneeling on a cushion, while InuYasha, out of his suikan and hakama, stretched out, fresh from his bath and wearing only his white kosode. The light shone on the sculptured muscle of his legs, which for the moment were
crossed at the ankle.
Tell you what, InuYasha? Kagome said. She put the comb she had been using on his hair to the side, and began to gently massage the skin around and along his two white furred dog ears. He closed his eyes for a moment, and relaxed into her touch.
What do you want me to get you when Miroku and I go to the market down in Odawara? He looked up at her fa
Waking Up In the DarkI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiWaking Up In the Dark6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Waking Up In the Dark
Waking up from a dark nightmare, InuYasha gulped air as he tried to clear his head of the dark and bloody images and slow the beating of his heart. Quickly he realized where he was, in bed with his wife, and not in the evil place of his dream, but reaching out, his hands sought the warm reassurance of her skin. He traced the soft curve of her hip with strong, claw tipped fingers free of the blood he had seen in his dream and breathed in the warm scent that was uniquely Kagomes.
Reaching out, he snugged her to him, her back to his chest, as if by wrapping himself in her presence, he could chase the night terrors away.
Uhmm, InuYasha, she said as his mouth planted a row of little kisses down the length of her neck and across the top of her shoulder. Feels good.
He nuzzled the side of her head with his cheek.
Not Quite Enough TimeI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiNot Quite Enough Time6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not Quite Enough Time
It was getting late. The shadows had deepened in the house, letting the light from the fire pit and the oil lamp become brighter to the eye. InuYasha, looking at a basket laid next to where their futon was prepared, turned and looked to where his wife was sitting as she sewed in the lamplight. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and moved, kneeling behind Kagome. A stray breeze made the lamp flame flicker as she pulled the thread through the fabric. He let his arms circle her waist, his long red sleeves covering her lap, partially burying the fabric she was working on.
Kagome looked up at her husband and smiled.
Babys asleep, he whispered, pulling her closer to his chest.
I see that, she replied, then put her sewing to the side.
The warm wet of his mouth brushed against her neck, sending little shivers down her spine.
PickledI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiPickled6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a beautiful, hot day, but one with a nice breeze, too hot to work inside. Kagome knelt outside of her small house, in the dappled shade of nearby trees, a small table in front of her.
Reaching into the basket next to her, she picked up a turnip and deftly peeled and sliced it, then did the same with a cucumber.
InuYasha walked up the path.Making pickles? he asked.
Yeah, she said. I thought you were going hunting. She measured salt into the pickling tub.
Too hot, he said, sitting down near her. I helped Miroku with patching the roof on his chapel. He pulled off his suikan and rolled it into a pillow.
That sounds hot, too, she said. She layered some of the vegetables in the tub and added more salt.
It was, let me tell you, he said, laying back on the
Bath TimeI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiBath Time6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The room was warm and damp, and only dimly lit by the single lamp. The lamp threw its light across the small room, piercing the deep shadows, but not driving them away. It lit up the small stool, the kosode hanging near the door, a small amount of water on the floor, and the bathtub now in use. A faint amount of steam lingered just over the water, hard to see. Kagome stretched her legs out in its warmth.
The door slid open, and her husband stepped into the room, hanging his kosode next to hers as he dipped out some water from the tub and went to sit on the washing stool. His long hair brushed the floor as he sat there.
Babys asleep, InuYasha said. Do you mind?
Of course not, she replied.
She watched him pour the warm water over his silver hair, watched how the lamplight reflected on the water dripping
RemindersI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiReminders6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Reminders in Shades of Red and Blue
Kagome smiled at InuYasha, a short, fleeting touch of warm to her face as she went about her evening routine, putting away the dishes into their shelf, making sure the lamp was filled, fetching the bedding from its cupboard, laying it out and smoothing it. InuYasha, watching her work, got up and did his chores, bringing in more firewood in before it got dark, and then checked the water to make sure there was enough in the house to last until morning. When he came back in, carrying the buckets, she had put the tea kettle on, and had lit the lamp, although it was not truly dark yet. She looked up as he came in, and gave her another one of those brief smiles, then went to sit next to the lamp where she had pulled out her sewing, and without saying anything, began to thread a needle.
Even without her scent giving it away, InuYasha could
House CallI do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko TakahashiHouse Call6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a sunny, but cold day, and a light coating of snow clung to the ground.
Kagome stood in the front of her house, a cold wind lifting the ends of her hair, as she carried a load of firewood in her arms. She had a blanket swathed over her for warmth; it only slightly disguised the fact of her being with child. Something nudged at the edge of her consciousness as she stood there, watching the woods beyond her garden. The path that led to her house and Mirokus and the village beyond was empty, and the only sounds she could hear were from the trees swaying in the cold wind.
She was about to turn back inside when she heard something, a twig snap, a crunch of leaves, and then she recognized why she was feeling wary. An aura was drawing near; she had felt it many times since her return, especially when she was near Rin, and suspected she knew who i
Afternoon SurpriseI do not own InuYasha or any characters created by Rumiko TakahashiAfternoon Surprise6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kagome, enjoying the late summer afternoon, sat on the veranda of her house and tied up a handful of mint into a bundle, wrapping the twine around the base of it before knotting it together to hang up. There were a number of bundles of it in her basket. Her mint patch had been quite productive. Cutting the twine, she said, Thats the last of it. Standing up, she stretched then brushed the sweet bits of herb off her clothes.
InuYasha peeked around the side of the house. Done? he asked.
Kagome raised an eyebrow as she looked at her husband, and at the badly suppressed smile that he was trying to keep off his face, but didnt comment. Soon as I hang these up to dry, she replied, gathering her basket and moving towards the rack where she began hanging the herbs up to dry.
He jumped on the porch