Black Heart by Chickpea
The sun and moon
A/N: I wanted to try my hand at a humorous dark tale. Criticism and and whatnot is always appreciated
Disclaimer: I don't own anything INUYASHA (c) Rumiko Takahashi
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Every second she shines like the sun...
Moist lips formed a crooked frown. Golden eyes slanted at the woman in question as she happily aided the sleazy man. The dirt coated villian was your typical thief and she fell for his charm like a sheltered child. In the span of a few moments they went from complete strangers to bitter enemies to the best of friends.
Honestly, this woman was something else; far too forgiving and way too kind. No one in their right mind should ever be that nice after coming close to losing their limbs. I swear if I hadn’t returned when I did she would’ve been scattered all across the road. I’m the one who halted that man’s vile actions when I struck a paralyzing fear into his very soul. Still before I could rid him from this world she just had to flail in front of him to spare his life. The cretin didn’t deserve such unwarranted kindness and he knew he had her when the croc tears came. And as if to test her gullibility he even spun her that ridiculous two minute tale. It was the most incredible thing I’d ever heard and even after helping him forge the story she gave him all of our minted coins. The whole situation was just terrible beyond belief. Never in my long life had I seen anything like it. But I suppose I shouldn’t expect much sense from someone who’s still as naïve as a newborn pup.
Once the man took off she softly mumbled. “Sorry for the wait.”
Hmph! As I turned and started walking I could hear her scrambling. As if anything she said would change my mind now. The lesson for the day was clearly done.
“Wait! What did I do?” she gasped. Hastily, she jogged to walk alongside me. “Are you mad about that guy? He was a robbed farmer…”
“In search of food for his ten kids, and a cow, two stallions, and a bitch that he left defenseless miles away home in some ridiculous town you’d never heard of nor would even think twice to question that’s been overrun by trifling bandits.” The way her cheeks lit up was adorable. “Is that about right?”
“Erm…yes?”
If only to catch a glimpse of her glistening mounds I stopped long enough for the woman to catch her breath. Up and down those perfect peaches moved but the distraction still just wasn’t enough. The feeling of biting off more than I could chew slowly weighed in as I realized something unfortunate. The priestess’s naivety was far worse than I imagined and I had unwittingly took her under my wing. Damn.
“Yah know that was the most I’d ever heard you speak. In one go I mean.”
“Hn.” She acts like I’m incapable of spouting words. As if someone like me couldn’t hold a conversation. Well if she has time for sassy remarks then she’s clearly well enough to back moving. We were still about an hour’s distance from her village. Once she’s dropped off I’ll have to rethink my plan.
“Hey! Earth to Sesshomaru! Are you listening to me?”
No.
“What happened to getting Rin a kimono?”
“Another time.”
She moaned ever so loudly. “It took us forever to get this far. Going back now would make this whole trip pointless!”
Truer words have never been spoken. “The fault is yours the trip has failed.”
“What!? What are you talking about?” She stopped in front of me, arms crossed, lips pouting. The girl from ten years ago had really matured. Field labor molded that plank into something alluring. And while I’d love more than anything to take ravage that bod there was still that annoying fragrance of innocence she held. All that needed was a little corruption. Realization dawned in those doe-like eyes. “Ah-hah! I knew it! It is because of that poor farmer guy.”
“That vermin was never a farmer to begin with and he was certainly anything but poor.” Didn’t she notice the missing callouses on his hands or any form of muscles from toiling in the fields? The design of his clothes from a higher ranking? Anyone could fall and roll around and mud. I hope she wasn’t basing his status off his filth. There are plenty wealthy humans who didn’t bathe. Demons, too, for that matter. Also. “…you should never have to help someone with their own tale.”
“But I didn’t! Or at least I don’t think I did. Well maybe a little, but it’s not his fault. Poor guy was scared to death. You freaked him out so much that his tongue was tied up.”
“In a lie.” She needs to learn how to read people better. Luckily for her that lesson was in motion. I’m amazed she hasn’t caught on to it yet since it’s been going on for several years now. The look she’ll give when she finds out is tempting, but I’ll let her get there on her own. No need to spoil the surprise too soon. Just have to take everything nice and steady. “It’s getting late. We’re heading back.”
“But what about the kimono?”
“With what coins exactly?”
“Oh…”
Yes. Oh, indeed. You can’t buy anything without bartering something, fool. At the very least you’re not ready for something like that yet, but one day you’ll reach that magnificent level. IN the meantime home you go. Maybe if we’re lucky we’ll catch something interesting.
“Hey… Sesshomaru?”
“Hn?”
“I’m really really sorry we didn’t make it to the market… again.”
“Worry not. There’s always tomorrow.”
“But you’ve been saying that for days! If it weren’t for me you would’ve already gotten it. All I seem to do is keep holding you back. Look, I’m super flattered you asked me for help but at this rate Rin will never get that new dress. Things just seem to keep popping up on me.”
“Then cease your unnecessary acts of kindness. Yesterday it was saving those ducks from those wolves, today you were utterly robbed blindly.”
“But they would’ve died if I hadn’t intervened…”
“And gotten yourself killed while during the process.” I can’t step away for more than five minutes without you getting into some sort of trouble. How Inuyasha managed to keep you alive is commendable, but he’s a lot more artful than I give him credit. Getting me to take on his misfortune so easily. I’ll be sure to pay the twit back in scores…
“But, look, I didn’t die. And it’s all because you were always there in time to save me. I don’t even know where to begin to say thanks.”
“Commit three wicked deeds per day and just maybe I’ll consider it a start.” That was definitely supposed to stay in my head, though I doubt she’d actually go along with it.
“Fine. You’ve got yourself a deal… Lady Sesshomaru.” She quickly flinched.
Wonder how long she’d been waiting to say that? Though I guess I shouldn’t be too upset. While I may look like my mother’s counterpart underneath all this beauty is one hundred percent male. But she’ll find that out about me soon enough. Well played, Higurashi. Well played, indeed. As a matter of fact I’d be even more impressed if stood your ground rather than hugging it. “Once you’re done cowering we should continue to move forward.” The change in her heart rate was duly noted.
“Wait, you’re not mad? About the Lady thing?”
“Hn.” I might be little sour. “You’re a lot more clever than you look.”
“Really? Um… thanks?” She followed behind quietly until I heard a loud, “Hey!?”
The rest of our trip back to the village was silent with exception of a few flocking evening birds. We needed only to conquer one more hill before we caught sight of the town’s dwellers packing it in. Night was soon closing in as the dying sun hovered over the horizon. It marked my favorite time of day when the sky was filled with shades red; the most ardent color to have ever existed. I’ll make it her favorite hue as well. The green she insisted on wearing didn’t suite her. I’d much rather see her painted in blood. Speaking of the color red. “The idiot’s near.”
“Inuyasha?”
Another scent mingled with his. “And so is the slayer.”
“Oh ok.” Her smile flattened almost immediately. Black brows seemed to crease with thought. “Guess they went out hunting again.”
“You don’t seem to be so sure.”
“Well it’s not like I’m trying not to but when they’re together I keep thinking of Kikyo.” Her teeth assaulted her bottom lip. A few seconds later she released a long pensive sigh. “Nah. I’m must be overreacting. I refuse to become the overbearing girlfriend who’s jealous of every woman her man hangs out with. Nope, their just really good friends I have complete and total trust in both of them.”
A window of opportunity has just presented itself. Let’s see if I can put a crack in that solid of trust. “And what if they decide to stop staying friends?”
“She has a family”.
“So did my father.” That little detail didn’t stop him in the slightest. But I suppose I couldn’t blame him for leaving. He mated to the dark side of the moon. Mother ran shady scenes behind his back; families were broken and lives destroyed all because of a whim for entertainment. Perhaps that’s why I took this little woman under my wing. It was time to see if I inherited mother’s trade. What better test subject than a naïve priestess. She reminded me of myself before I was broken; full of hope and indisputable innocence. It really pisses me off to no end.
Every second she shines like the sun makes me burn to blacken that light.