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remix_reduxTitle: Onyx Skies Forever (The Daydreamers Remix)
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Summary: The sky rained down on them, but they still made a fire. (Featuring Ginta, Hakkaku, and Kouga)
Rating: PG/K+
Fandom: Inuyasha
Warnings: none
Spoileres: none
Title, Author and URL of original story: Onyx Skies Forever, by Ren/snovelor
They blink as Kouga stands abruptly. “Hey, where are you going?” Hakkaku asks, watching their leader stamp his feet in preparation.
“Just wait for me until I come back. I’ll bring back a kill,” their leader snarls impatiently, rubbing his claws.
“But…” Ginta protests, but Kouga is already gone, off on some hopeless chase, as usual.
The two sigh as one.
“Well, let’s get to work then,” one of them says. It doesn’t matter who said it, just so long as the sentence is out there.
While Kouga hunts, it’s their job to build a fire. They’re listless from the smell of incoming spring rain, though. It unsettles them, creates a disturbance within the air that dispels any calmness they might have felt before, leaving behind dregs of anxiety.
So they work quickly to build the fire, listening to the sky as it acts as a ticking clock in their service. Hakkaku measures the minutes with each rumble from the heavens, while Ginta counts time through the moments between each echo in the earth. It’s not a very reliable way to follow time, but it quickens their speed well enough.
The two wolves devised an efficient system long ago. Ginta leaps through the trees, tearing off branches and twigs at will, while Hakkaku huddles by the shelter, hunched while he sharpens sparking flint stones. Sometimes, but only sometimes, they envy each other’s tasks, but they had switched jobs before, and despite their efforts, a fire failed to arise; they had stuck to the routine ever since.
Ginta returns with the last tree limb. They both look out, eyes straining for any whirl of dust or any sign of Kouga’s return.
Breathing out, Ginta asks first. “Do you think he went to see… her?”
Hakkaku shrugs and states the obvious. “He’ll probably try, but then, you never know what trouble she and the rest are in.”
Ginta hums in agreement, and is suddenly inspired. “Maybe,” he suggests, “He’ll find them just as a monstrous youkai is about to swallow her up, and then he’ll cry, ‘I won’t let you take Kagome like that, you ugly monster!’
“And then, she’ll shout, ‘Oh, save me, Kouga! It burns so much!’ The dog will spit and try to save her himself.”
“And then,” Hakkaku continues, picking up the story, “he’ll kick that dog out of the way, and jump up to the youkai’s jaws. He’ll smash its teeth, freeing her, and take her into his arms.
“He’ll say, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with me.’ Then, she’ll say, ‘My hero!’ The dog will be furious, and then Kouga takes her back with him.”
Smiling, Ginta finishes, “And then we all live happily ever after!”
They stop laughing when the sky gives a shout, and frantically revisit their original task. Ginta dashes off for stones while Hakkaku stands by with his flint. Luckily, the flint sparks successfully, sending furious red beads into the air.
Once the fire breathes, they crouch around it, feeding and fussing over the flames like a newborn baby.
Ginta thinks that a child in their little tribe would be lovely, and says so.
Hakkaku is skeptical of the idea. “What would we need some kid for? It would just slow us down.”
“But think of all the fun we’d have!” Ginta counters. “We’d teach him how to hunt, how to fight, and how to… how to have fun!”
“You see anyone around here who’d want to have babies with us?” Hakkaku points out.
“It doesn’t have to be one of ours,” Ginta pushes. “It could be… Kouga and Nee-san’s!”
Hakkaku grows more skeptical. “A hanyou, you mean?”
Ginta falters somewhat at this surprising turn of logic, but presses on anyway. “Well, then that means we would have even more reason to protect him, right? We’d have to train him harder than ever.” Then, he points out the obvious: “And he’d still be Kouga’s kid in the end, right? That’s why we’d have to teach him all these things.”
He pauses to consider his next words, but says them anyway. “And then, we all live happily ever after.”
They ponder this notion for a moment, and Ginta sighs.
“Well, it was nice just talk about anyway,” he relents.
Kouga returns while the fire is still roaring. Ginta and Hakkaku note the boar’s carcass slung over their leader’s shoulder with no small relief.
After Kouga slings down the meet, they get to work, once again. Now, Kouga helps them. This particularly, boar is a tough beast, but there’s plenty of meat to go around, even if it takes longer to carve.
They watch silently the meat cook on the fire embers, sniffing as the blood bubbles. Somehow, the fire perseveres through the rain, as if trying to prove to the world that it is strong, that it can withstand even its most powerful opponent. Ginta almost swells with pride.
“You think it’s done now?” Hakkaku wonders, poking a claw at the meat.
Kouga doesn’t answer, so Ginta stands to the situation. “Hm,” he ponders, examining the meat, and then replies, “I think we can eat now!”
“About time!” Hakkaku quips.
The two wolves dig in, teeth flashing and bits of charred meat sprinkling the area around them. Kouga waits for a moment, and slowly reaches out to the fire. He retrieves a slab of meat, but does not take a bite right away.
Ginta glances at his leader, noting his slow first bite into the boar flesh and his gaze that lingers on the ground. Taking another gnaw at the last bits left on a thigh bone, Ginta looks away from Kouga and watches the rain take the upper hand on the fire, feeling somewhat despaired as the flames struggle helplessly in the pouring wet.
“Hey, Kouga?” Hakkaku chimes, reaching for another piece. “Where did you go today?”
Kouga chews.
After a few beats of silence, Ginta presses, “Did you go to see Kagome-nee-san?”
Kouga swallows, and sighs. Ginta and Hakkaku lean ever so slightly toward him, awaiting an answer, possibilities.
“There were fighting against an insect youkai today,” Kouga recalled. He kicks some dirt into the fire, to the chagrin of his lackeys. “When I got there, it was advancing on Kagome. I started running over, to protect her, you know? But…”
They wait patiently for him to continue. Staring at the flickering, dying fire, their leader tosses his meat over his shoulder.
“It’s nothing,” he says to their stares. “Before I got to her, Kagome shot an arrow and dealt with the youkai by herself. She didn’t need me. I didn’t need to be there. At that moment, I didn’t need to exist. The end.”
Ginta and Hakkaku look at each other. “Oh,” replies Ginta.
“The end?” Hakkaku murmurs.
The rain finally gets the better of the fire, and the world is cold and empty, with onyx skies forever. Ginta looks up at the sky, eyes wide open as the raindrops flick across his face, slipping across his eyelashes and down his cheeks. Kouga rests his elbows on bent knees, bowing his head down, neck curved. Above them are thunder, darkness, and doom.
Hakkaku digs out the last slab of meat within the wet firewood, and taps Ginta’s shoulder.
“Share?” he asks. The meat in his hand still steamed, despite the pounding rain.
Ginta looks back down to earth, and smiles, holding out a hand. Hakkaku tears off a particularly large piece, and nods in Kouga’s direction. In turn, Ginta rips it in half, and offers it to their leader.
Kouga starts slightly at the attention, but pretends he didn’t. He shakes his head, but Ginta flaps his palm insistently.
“Fine,” Kouga grumbles, and accepts the meat.
But, he closes his eyes as he bites it, and they savor the residue warmth together.
Author:
dawnsamaSummary: The sky rained down on them, but they still made a fire. (Featuring Ginta, Hakkaku, and Kouga)
Rating: PG/K+
Fandom: Inuyasha
Warnings: none
Spoileres: none
Title, Author and URL of original story: Onyx Skies Forever, by Ren/
snovelorThey blink as Kouga stands abruptly. “Hey, where are you going?” Hakkaku asks, watching their leader stamp his feet in preparation.
“Just wait for me until I come back. I’ll bring back a kill,” their leader snarls impatiently, rubbing his claws.
“But…” Ginta protests, but Kouga is already gone, off on some hopeless chase, as usual.
The two sigh as one.
“Well, let’s get to work then,” one of them says. It doesn’t matter who said it, just so long as the sentence is out there.
While Kouga hunts, it’s their job to build a fire. They’re listless from the smell of incoming spring rain, though. It unsettles them, creates a disturbance within the air that dispels any calmness they might have felt before, leaving behind dregs of anxiety.
So they work quickly to build the fire, listening to the sky as it acts as a ticking clock in their service. Hakkaku measures the minutes with each rumble from the heavens, while Ginta counts time through the moments between each echo in the earth. It’s not a very reliable way to follow time, but it quickens their speed well enough.
The two wolves devised an efficient system long ago. Ginta leaps through the trees, tearing off branches and twigs at will, while Hakkaku huddles by the shelter, hunched while he sharpens sparking flint stones. Sometimes, but only sometimes, they envy each other’s tasks, but they had switched jobs before, and despite their efforts, a fire failed to arise; they had stuck to the routine ever since.
Ginta returns with the last tree limb. They both look out, eyes straining for any whirl of dust or any sign of Kouga’s return.
Breathing out, Ginta asks first. “Do you think he went to see… her?”
Hakkaku shrugs and states the obvious. “He’ll probably try, but then, you never know what trouble she and the rest are in.”
Ginta hums in agreement, and is suddenly inspired. “Maybe,” he suggests, “He’ll find them just as a monstrous youkai is about to swallow her up, and then he’ll cry, ‘I won’t let you take Kagome like that, you ugly monster!’
“And then, she’ll shout, ‘Oh, save me, Kouga! It burns so much!’ The dog will spit and try to save her himself.”
“And then,” Hakkaku continues, picking up the story, “he’ll kick that dog out of the way, and jump up to the youkai’s jaws. He’ll smash its teeth, freeing her, and take her into his arms.
“He’ll say, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with me.’ Then, she’ll say, ‘My hero!’ The dog will be furious, and then Kouga takes her back with him.”
Smiling, Ginta finishes, “And then we all live happily ever after!”
They stop laughing when the sky gives a shout, and frantically revisit their original task. Ginta dashes off for stones while Hakkaku stands by with his flint. Luckily, the flint sparks successfully, sending furious red beads into the air.
Once the fire breathes, they crouch around it, feeding and fussing over the flames like a newborn baby.
Ginta thinks that a child in their little tribe would be lovely, and says so.
Hakkaku is skeptical of the idea. “What would we need some kid for? It would just slow us down.”
“But think of all the fun we’d have!” Ginta counters. “We’d teach him how to hunt, how to fight, and how to… how to have fun!”
“You see anyone around here who’d want to have babies with us?” Hakkaku points out.
“It doesn’t have to be one of ours,” Ginta pushes. “It could be… Kouga and Nee-san’s!”
Hakkaku grows more skeptical. “A hanyou, you mean?”
Ginta falters somewhat at this surprising turn of logic, but presses on anyway. “Well, then that means we would have even more reason to protect him, right? We’d have to train him harder than ever.” Then, he points out the obvious: “And he’d still be Kouga’s kid in the end, right? That’s why we’d have to teach him all these things.”
He pauses to consider his next words, but says them anyway. “And then, we all live happily ever after.”
They ponder this notion for a moment, and Ginta sighs.
“Well, it was nice just talk about anyway,” he relents.
Kouga returns while the fire is still roaring. Ginta and Hakkaku note the boar’s carcass slung over their leader’s shoulder with no small relief.
After Kouga slings down the meet, they get to work, once again. Now, Kouga helps them. This particularly, boar is a tough beast, but there’s plenty of meat to go around, even if it takes longer to carve.
They watch silently the meat cook on the fire embers, sniffing as the blood bubbles. Somehow, the fire perseveres through the rain, as if trying to prove to the world that it is strong, that it can withstand even its most powerful opponent. Ginta almost swells with pride.
“You think it’s done now?” Hakkaku wonders, poking a claw at the meat.
Kouga doesn’t answer, so Ginta stands to the situation. “Hm,” he ponders, examining the meat, and then replies, “I think we can eat now!”
“About time!” Hakkaku quips.
The two wolves dig in, teeth flashing and bits of charred meat sprinkling the area around them. Kouga waits for a moment, and slowly reaches out to the fire. He retrieves a slab of meat, but does not take a bite right away.
Ginta glances at his leader, noting his slow first bite into the boar flesh and his gaze that lingers on the ground. Taking another gnaw at the last bits left on a thigh bone, Ginta looks away from Kouga and watches the rain take the upper hand on the fire, feeling somewhat despaired as the flames struggle helplessly in the pouring wet.
“Hey, Kouga?” Hakkaku chimes, reaching for another piece. “Where did you go today?”
Kouga chews.
After a few beats of silence, Ginta presses, “Did you go to see Kagome-nee-san?”
Kouga swallows, and sighs. Ginta and Hakkaku lean ever so slightly toward him, awaiting an answer, possibilities.
“There were fighting against an insect youkai today,” Kouga recalled. He kicks some dirt into the fire, to the chagrin of his lackeys. “When I got there, it was advancing on Kagome. I started running over, to protect her, you know? But…”
They wait patiently for him to continue. Staring at the flickering, dying fire, their leader tosses his meat over his shoulder.
“It’s nothing,” he says to their stares. “Before I got to her, Kagome shot an arrow and dealt with the youkai by herself. She didn’t need me. I didn’t need to be there. At that moment, I didn’t need to exist. The end.”
Ginta and Hakkaku look at each other. “Oh,” replies Ginta.
“The end?” Hakkaku murmurs.
The rain finally gets the better of the fire, and the world is cold and empty, with onyx skies forever. Ginta looks up at the sky, eyes wide open as the raindrops flick across his face, slipping across his eyelashes and down his cheeks. Kouga rests his elbows on bent knees, bowing his head down, neck curved. Above them are thunder, darkness, and doom.
Hakkaku digs out the last slab of meat within the wet firewood, and taps Ginta’s shoulder.
“Share?” he asks. The meat in his hand still steamed, despite the pounding rain.
Ginta looks back down to earth, and smiles, holding out a hand. Hakkaku tears off a particularly large piece, and nods in Kouga’s direction. In turn, Ginta rips it in half, and offers it to their leader.
Kouga starts slightly at the attention, but pretends he didn’t. He shakes his head, but Ginta flaps his palm insistently.
“Fine,” Kouga grumbles, and accepts the meat.
But, he closes his eyes as he bites it, and they savor the residue warmth together.
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