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| abydospersephone (profile) wrote, on 12-2-2004 at 12:57am | |
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| I am so up past my self-appointed bedtime. Why do plotbunnies visit me on school nights? Sigh. It's random, but I feel like posting it. Oh, how I torture the characters of Inuyasha: He really hadn’t a clue as to how to react. Maybe if he’d met her more than twice, he’d feel more than just a twinge of nervous concern. The first time he had met her was for the introduction and for all the papers to be finalized. The second time, it had been for…the “ceremony,” if one could call it that. He had to admit he enjoyed that part, though; she had been so beautiful, so glorious, so…so perfect. He didn’t know anyone could be so utterly breathtaking until that moment. He most definitely would have enjoyed doing that with her much, much more, but their parents had kept them separated until today. His third visit. The first in half a year. His mother had told him that normally the third visit wasn’t supposed to be so soon, but that his young wife was very special for some reason—he didn’t know why, specifically—and that allowed for the early third visit. He was nervous because no one had told him yet whether the something special was good or bad, nervous for his sake as well as hers. A voice, that of his wife’s father, interrupted his thoughts, “Inuyasha-sama, please come this way. I am so pleased you could arrive on such short notice.” The man seemed excited, yet an anxiousness pervaded his voice. Inuyasha raised himself from his seat on the rather grandiose chair, standing short compared to the older man in front of him, and made to follow. “I wouldn’t have not come,” he responded, trying to keep the bite out of his tone. Did the man really think he would have chosen not to come just because it was early and on short notice? “Anyway,” he changed the subject as they walked down the lavishly decorated hallway, “What took—I mean, what kept you?” The man quickened his pace, “I’m terribly sorry to have kept you waiting, but there was nothing to be done. My daughter is quite uncomfortable these days.” Inuyasha looked to the floor, at a loss. Had he done something wrong during their second meeting? “Is she in pain?” he asked, trying to sound less worried than he actually was. His father had always told him that worry was useless. The elder answered, without notice of Inuyasha’s anxiety, “Some days it is quite bad indeed. At first we thought something was gravely wrong, but then Kaede the midwife came and informed us of why my daughter was in such pain.” Before Inuyasha could ask what he meant by that, they reached their destination. There she was, propped up amongst a sea of pillows and blankets, her belly large and distended. She greeted him with a soft, tired smile, breathing his name almost reverently, “Inuyasha….” She moved her blankets slightly, revealing to him just how large and distended her belly actually was. His eyes widened in concern. “Kagome….” Yeah, yeah, random.... |
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| Anonymous | 12-02-04 2:32am Wasn't a paper of yours due tomorrow . . . err . . . today? >_> *hopes you got it finished*
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abydospersephone | Re:, 12-02-04 9:54am Yes, I did have a paper due today. Luckily I finished it before the plotbunny attacked. And...I'm glad you liked it! I actually added a bit more and will probably post it as well, just so you know what I had in mind. >_> |