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Kagome’s gone home, something that she usually does when they get back from a long adventure. Inuyasha understands that. It doesn’t stop him from putting up a huge fuss and trying to jump into the well after her.
“She’s going to be back soon. She just needs some rest, like we all do.” His friends had tried to explain, but to a mentally five year old wolf pup, it just sounded as though they were purposefully keeping him away from Kagome.
“She needs time to rest, you do to, or have you forgotten?” They would repeat to him when he once again went to see if the teen was back yet.
He knows this as well. They’re all badly injured, the copper sweet scent of blood hanging off of them all, but that doesn’t mean he wants to stay put, unless it’s to keep watch for Kagome’s return.
“Inuyasha! You coming?” He chances one last look at the Bone Eaters Well before bounding after Miroku and Sango.
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Much to his displeasure, Inuyasha allows Kaede to check out his wounds. Cleaning them and wrapping them up in scratchy white bandages. They’re itchy, and he wants nothing more than to slice them all off and go run to find Kagome, but he’s quickly threatened by the old lady for simply picking at the cloth with his claws.
“Wasn’t gonna do nothin’” he pouts, pulling the sleeves of his outfit over the bandages. “Swears its!”
“You can take them off when you’re done healing.” Sango promises, ruffling his hair softly.
He refuses to admit to leaning into her touch.
“Knowing you that won’t take too long.”
Sango is a liar. It does take a long time. At least in the regressor’s opinion.
It’s not fair that a pup should be stuck indoors healing. He wants Kagome to come back and he wants to go on an adventure! Right now!
Yeah, it’s not happening…
He’s absolute not about to let Kaede look at his injuries again. There not that bad, he heals quickly enough without being fussed over. So what if one re-opened? It would heal. At least that’s what he keeps telling the others, but no one seems to want to listen to him.
Before Inuyasha knows what is happening he’s being picked up by the scruff by Miroku and held in the monk’s lap. Kept from moving so that Sango can redress his wounds. Strong hands wrap around his abdomen and he can feel the monk’s soft breath on the top of his head. It’s comfortable in a way, not that he’s going to ever admit that out loud.
“Le’ me go!” Inyuasha whines, kicking out at Sango and nearly knocking over the pot of salve she’s brought over to them.
Miroku hums in thought, his hold tightening ever so slightly, “Nope. Consider this a time out. You need to calm down and have Sango look at your wounds.”
“Don’t wanna!” He continues to squirm.
“Inuyasha.” Miroku’s voice has an edge of warning to it that he promptly ignores.
“I wan’ Kagome!”
“She’d only force you to sit anyways with you acting out like this. So save us all the hassle and stop fighting.”
“Fine.” He huffs, only because Sango is right and he doesn’t want Kagome to come and tell him off.
The demon slayer unwraps his arms. There’s more blood trickling slowly down his forearms. He looks away, pressing his face closer to Miroku.
“This is what happens when you don’t give proper time to heal.” The monk chides.
“Yeah yeah, wha’ever.” The inu pouts, refusing to look at the wound.
All of the bandages need to be checked and while he doesn’t kick up much of a fuss he does make his complaints known.
“Okay all done.” Sango pats the top of his head while the regressor simply scowls.
“You can get off now Inuyasha.” Inuyasha simply crosses his arms and pouts, refusing to move in a petty sort of revenge. See how Miroku likes being stuck in one place for a long time.
“Oh, I see then.”
Little does he know that his pettiness is giving both his friends a much needed break from trying to keep the regressor from bouncing off the walls.
Air is blown lightly onto his ear, making it twitch. He thinks nothing of it. It happens again. He hears Sango laughing this time.
“Stoooop!” Inuyasha whines, shaking his head fiercely.
Another soft gust of air, this time he catches the monk in the act of blowing on his ear.
“No M’oku!” The little swats at his friend.
“Alright, I’m ever so sorry.” He’s about to comment on how the other doesn’t sound all that sorry, when he feels a soft kiss pressed to the side of his head.
Sango coos at the two of them while Inuyasha’s left in a state of shock and bewilderment.
“Wah?” He turns around as best as he can to stare at the mentally older boy.
Not a moment later a second kiss is pressed to his temple, making him splutter.
“Silly pup.” Miroku chuckles.
He turns fully back around, and while he refuses to move from his spot in Miroku’s lap, doesn’t mean that he has to look at the perpetrator, who most definitely has a grin on his face. Hiding his own face away in the sleeves of his kimono he grumbles incoherently.
“Aw, did I make you shy little one?” A hands starts stroking through his hair.
Inuyasha shakes his head no, still refusing to look at either one of them. He doesn’t want to admit that the attention is making him feel fuzzy and soft, and, well, loved… it’s a strange feeling after going so long without.
His refusal to move, and therefore self obtained boredom sets in soo after the embarrassment fades away. Inuyasha’s tired, far too safe feeling to keep putting up a fight. Miroku and Sango will keep him safe, or they will wake him up if need be. It’s probably find if he just… rested his eyes for a moment.
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“Want help?” Miroku asks softly, watching as Sango cleans and wraps a slash on her arm.
“No I’ll manage.” Her eyes flick to Inuyasha. Right. Probably not the best idea to move him when it took so long to get him to settle down in the first place.
The monk nods, shifting to move their regressed friend off of himself. His legs are starting to go numb from the weight of the other. He piles on an absurd amount of blankets on top of the Inu
Inuyasha wakes up no longer surrounded by Miroku’s warmth, but laying in a small nest of blankets. He blinks back sleep from his eyes. Looking around he spots Sango over the fire, stirring something- most likely that nights dinner. Miroku is near her, fiddling with the beads on his hand and looking lost in thought.
Inuyasha stares for a moment, huffing. Who gave Miroku permission to leave him? He’s just a small pup and it’s unfair that he should be left all by his lonesome.
He tries reaching out for one of them, not getting very far. He rolls over, pouting when he’s still not being noticed. Fine. If that’s how it’s going to be, he’ll just ignore them as well.
This resolve lasts about 15 seconds.
He doesn’t mean to gain their attention; doesn’t even know he’s whining aloud until Sango turns to look at him.
“Hello sleepyhead. Have a nice nap?”
He gives an involuntary whine, before smushing his face into one of the blankets that he’s surrounded by, cheeks heated already from embarrassment.
“What’s the matter pup? Do your injuries hurt?” Sango asks, expression growing concerned.
He shakes his head no, looking down at one of the blankets and away from them.
“Do you need something hun?”
Inuyasha shrugs.
Then promptly hides his face away again when they both turn to look at him.
“Hmm?”
“Inu, think you can tell us what’s the matter? We can’t help if we don’t know what you want.”
“Want…” he mumbles waving his hand about in front of himself. It’s stupid to ask for such a thing silly thing like affection. He may be a half breed but that doesn’t mean he is as weak as a human is. He just wants them to know so he doesn’t have to say it.
But they don’t, looking at him with mild confusion written across their features.
“Cuddles?” He asks, making an attempt at grabby hands but ultimately failing, what with how long his sleeves are. Miroku gets the message either way.
“Sure.”
“Such a pretty pup.”
This time Sango kisses his head. He’s instantly back to being a blushing, sappy mess.
“Again?” He asks in a quiet voice.
“Silly puppy.”