Standoff by salomewilde
Summary: Inuyasha and Kagome are fighting again.  Can anyone make it better?
Categories: Fables Characters: InuYasha, Kagome, Miroku, Rin, Sango, Sesshomaru
Genres: Comedy
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 561 Read: 919 Published: February 07, 2010 Updated: February 07, 2010

1. Chapter 1 by salomewilde

Chapter 1 by salomewilde
Author's Notes:
Originally written for LJ Comm FirstTweak's "Silence" prompt.  I had too much fun with this -- and its punchline especially.
It was a standoff. Perhaps their finest to date, an observer might opine, if asked. But no one was asking. In fact, no one was speaking at all. It was indeed so still at the little campsite as the sun set that Shippo wondered whether anyone of the group was even breathing.

Kagome sat, back rod-straight, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her eyes squinted as if death rays from some bad science fiction film could shoot out of them at any moment. Her lips were set in something an amateur might call a pout but her jaw was set far too tightly for such a description to be truly accurate. Her legs were crossed and Miroku lamented the fact that somehow that magical little green cloth she wore somehow still covered her panties. Certainly, he wasn't going to make any active effort to peek, even should something pink and lacy be easily visible. An angry Kagome was not to be trifled with.

Inuyasha's posture was no less upright, no less tense, no less immobile. He was the mirror image of Kagome, only inches from her body yet facing away and, Sango knew, entirely unwilling to budge either physically or strategically. His nostrils flared, his fangs showed, and his claws dug into his arms in their tight-folded position across his chest. There was no question the hanyou was virile. Sango couldn't help but enjoy the ripe scent of his hostility, even as she was glad not to have it aimed in her direction. An angry Inuyasha was not to be trifled with.

Shippo shivered with impotent rage. He hadn't the power to stop his companions from their squabbles, and he grew fearful just thinking about what would happen to him should he decide to intervene. Though he wanted to tell them both to grow up, remembered lumps on his head from the one and withering glances from the other reminded him that the angry twosome was not to be trifled with.

With such thoughts in mind, the kitsune quickly moved to hide behind Kirara, whose instincts quickly bid her burst into full nekomata form, though her reasoning mind knew there was no true danger. The fox demon's little fists clenched into her fur, and she was glad to have even the illusion of an excuse for her protective stance. She did not fear the pair, but creatures with human blood could be wild and irrational and were not to be trifled with.

Only Sesshoumaru found cause to smirk…or curve his upper lip that tiny fraction that was as close to such an expression as the inuyoukai ever got. He looked down from the cliff's edge upon the little party, his keen eyes taking in the absurd but familiar sight of his childish bastard brother and the petulant young miko in their silent standoff.

"What is it, Sesshoumaru-sama?" Rin asked in her high, curious voice, peeking from behind his leg. "Danger?"

"Yes," replied Sesshoumaru, on whim, inspired by Rin's innocent question. He set his booted foot to a nearby boulder and pushed it neatly over the ledge on which he perched. Rin gasped as the rock plummeted earthward, heading directly for the little campsite. Sesshoumaru's mouth curved more widely, despite his preference for self-control. What were a younger brother and his chosen bitch for, if not to be trifled with?
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