Untamed by criticat

Prompt: Mask

This drabble was written for Riku Ryuu's Random Prompts.

Standard disclaimer applies. I do not own Inuyasha.

Prompt: Mask.

Words: 420

It ended as suddenly as it started, the sands settling underfoot, timid and motionless, the survivors barely visible in the dusty disturbed air.

 “Kagome! No! But she.. she saved me and I didn’t even..” Rin cried, slumping against Inuyasha as she wept. The inu bristled at first, having next to none experience of dealing with crying females but decided to say nothing as he attempted to comfort girl, putting a clawed hand onto her head as he traced soothing circles upon her back, much like one would do with an inconsolable child. Looking around, he saw Miroku limp up to them, the monk putting as much as he could of his weight on the staff, his face uncharacteristically solemn.

“Is she..”

“Gone? I think so, my friend,” Miroku said with a sigh, unsure of how and when the female that they viewed as an enemy so recently had wormed her way under their shells and into their hearts. The loss affected all, this much was apparent.

Finally, not bothering to suppress yet another sigh, the man looked up to see, with some surprise, that Kagome wasn’t the only one who was missing.

“Inuyasha, where is Sesshomaru-sama?”

A stripy wrist thrust through the ground was his answer. With a snarl, Sesshomaru finally emerged, cradling Kagome close to his chest, the youki barrier adjusting to each new movement with languid ease, sands parting before the Lord of the West.

“But he didn’t even move! How did he..” Rin stuttered in awe, her cheeks gaining colour as she saw her friend,  Kagome’s chest’s rise and fall even yet her eyes were shut, the girl not yet gaining consciousness.

“The last I saw was Kagome trying to knee that weird bastard where it hurts. Sesshomaru must have torn her away then. Wonder if the almighty lord got the brunt of her anger instead,” Inuyasha said with a toothy grin, the older inu choosing not to dignify that statement with a retort, his golden eyes not leaving Kagome’s face. Yes, the rise and fall of her chest as well as her scent were enough reasons to believe her condition to be satisfactory and yet he could not force himself to release her just yet, content with her current position for the time being. Fingers feathering against her cheek as his hand brushed upwards, he pulled the material of her hood down, not wishing the sun nor the heat to be the cause of her illness.

‘Humans are truly weak’ he thought with an inaudible sigh.