Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this gentle reminder... especially for the one who keeps the faith. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
This drabble was originally posted to Live Journal on February 4, 2010.
Sun-warmed wood made for good basking, and Kirara flexed her claws against her favorite perch. Her relationship with Sango was changing now that the taijiya had youngsters underfoot. She doesn't need me as she once did, but my place is still here... for now.
Companionship was something Kirara valued, and over the years, she'd rarely been without someone. The in-between times stood out in her memory; each beginning with a goodbye that came too soon... followed by lonesome, listless days. That remembered ache was part of the reason she lingered here. One red eye peeped as a solitary figure crested the hill and trudged across the meadow. He's early today.
Some villagers believed Inuyasha's stubborn attachment to this place prevented him from moving on as life must. But Kirara knew something they did not. Time was not measured in hours or even years... but in heartbeats. As the hanyou dropped onto the grass, the fire-cat's whiskers quivered. This was the other reason she came. The Well is quiet, but not silent. Echoes of longings tickled at the edges of perception, barely there—a gentle pulse. His hopes are reaching her, and her heart still beats for him. Kirara was confident that Inuyasha's faith was not in vain. So she waited with him, always ready, hoping that each day would be the day.
The hanyou propped his sword against his shoulder and gazed towards the eastern horizon. "I'll see her again," he stated with gruff conviction.
She answered with an approving purr.
End Note: The drabble was written for the Live Journal community iyissekiwa and their prompt for Contest #94—Ready. 250 words. For Neko-sama, whose 'purrs' will be missed.