Disclaimer: I do not own the Inuyasha series or any of the characters. If I did, Inuyasha and Kagome would have gotten their act together by now. The live one! Pick the live one, dummy! Not the undead one who is yet again beyond your reach!
Summary: An ever-growing assortment of drabbles, shorts, and other one-scene ideas that have popped into my head, in a variety of genres. Expect to see many different characters portrayed as the collection grows. If you have an idea for a future entry, leave a review. I can't promise to comply, but I'm always open to suggestions.
The Collected Works of a One-Shot Junkie
Inuyasha ran with light, quick steps, his bare feet hardly making any noise beyond the rustling of the grass in his wake. The sun was shining, it wasn't too hot or cold, and he was not tired, injured, hungry, or in any immediate danger. This, he mused, might just be what real happiness felt like. Provided, of course, he tuned out the complaints of the miko on his back. She was pretty loud, though, and quite close to his left ear, which made it kind of difficult.
"I really don't know what your hurry is, Inuyasha," Kagome was protesting. "There's no point in wearing us all out when we don't have any idea where Naraku is. There hasn't been a hint of a jewel shard nearby either. We don't even know where we're going yet."
"Maybe not, but at least we'll get there faster. You humans are so slow."
Kagome let out a frustrated sigh that tickled the fine fur on his ear, sending a shiver down the back of his neck. "You're impossible," she announced. "If we get attacked, we'll be too worn out from this pace to fight back."
"Would you stop nagging, wench? You ain't got nothin' to complain about, anyway. I'm the one carrying you."
"And what about poor Kirara? She has to carry everyone else in order for them to keep up, and how… ack!"
Kagome cut off abruptly and started coughing hard. The noises coming from her were quite alarming, and not liking the idea of being coughed all over, Inuyasha craned his neck to try to see over his shoulder. "Hey wench! What's goin' on back there?"
Kagome didn't answer, but continued to cough and choke, and he started to get concerned. "Are you okay?"
Still no answer. Worried now, he slowed to a stop and let her down off his back so he could turn and examine her. She showed no sign of injury, and she smelled alright; in fact, she seemed pretty normal except for the fact that she was kneeling in the grass, gagging and choking with her hand at her throat. Kirara landed nearby carrying Sango, Miroku, and Shippou, all of whom showed varying degrees of concern and curiosity.
"Kagome? What happened?" Inuyasha tried again, still with no reply. He sniffed the air suddenly, trying to detect any trace of miasma or some other fume that would leave her gasping like this. Nothing.
Kagome finally stopped coughing and sat silently with her hand still resting against her throat.
"What the hell was that, wench?" Inuyasha demanded, relieved that she seemed to have recovered but still wary of some sort of threat.
Kagome looked up at him, eyes wide, with a slightly traumatized expression that made Inuyasha's worries return with a vengeance. What could have happened to put her in such a state?
"I think…" she started hesitantly in a small voice, and he leaned forward a bit, impatiently awaiting her explanation.
"I think I just swallowed a bug."
AN - And we're off to a wonderful start!