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Happy belated birthday, Clearwillow! I am so sorry that this gift is late! Thank for you being such a staple in this fandom and blessing us with beloved, iconic works that have filled us with so much joy and at the same time, inspired so many more creations! I hope you had the best day ever!

You Be the Anchor That Keeps My Feet on the Ground

Summary:

It's never easy feeling like a stranger in your own home. When Kagome feels like she's being torn apart between two worlds, Inuyasha is there to remind her that home can be more than a place.

#It's always so good to read about Kagome getting some comfort and appreciation #She deserves the world

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shinidamachu · 2 hours

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I wrote a quick summary for this idea a while back, but in my desire for light and happy things, I doodled this and wrote out more to accompany it. Enjoy.

“Mo-chan, please don’t run so far ahead of mommy!” Kagome called out after her rambunctious daughter.

To the young girl’s credit, she did marginally slow down for her mother, but she was still a distance away. At least there were no streets for her to cross anymore.

Kagome huffed behind. She was in pretty good shape having raised her energetic girl, but with a heavy backpack full of snacks and an ever-growing checklist of single-mother supplies, Kagome struggled to keep up with her. Moroha was always on the go, always wanting to dive headfirst into all activities, always ready to explore.

“Mommy, let’s go!” She had already reached the door and was jumping in place. Her walking shoes tapped against the ground in excited impatience.

“I’m coming!”

When Kagome reached the entrance, Moroha was kind enough to open the door wide for her. Despite her tiny frame and frantic energy, she had a big heart. At least she was doing something right as her mother. Kagome thanked her and gave her a pat on the head as the girl rushed inside the dojo, her hair flouncing up and down in its little ponytail.

“Sensei! We’re here!” Moroha boldly announced their presence. She got inside and made fast work of removing her shoes and placing them in the cubby area.

Her teacher set down some equipment before stretching back up to turn towards them. Kagome fought down a blush. So Moroha had a handsome karate instructor. Sue her for having a little bit of a crush.

“Oi, Moroha, you’re all fired up today again, huh?” He looked back at Kagome at the entrance. She gave a little wave. “H-Hey,” he welcomed her.

Moroha ran right up to him and gave him a fast but low bow. “Sensei, I’ve been practicing my splits! Look!” She was on the floor the next moment, practically jumping into the position before raising her hands up high. “Tada!”

“Nice work there, kiddo. Go stretch or you’ll pull something.”

Kagome fought down the urge to clap for her daughter as she usually did when they were home. “Don’t worry too much about her warming up. She’s been moving and practicing non-stop all week.”

“Is that right?”

The door opened again, and a red-headed boy walked in the door.

“I’m here” the kid announced, an air of snark in his voice.

“Oh, hello Shippou-chan,” Kagome greeted the seven-year old as he stepped into the dojo.

Upon hearing her, the boy’s eyes lit up. “Kagome!” His tone did a 180. He went up to hug her with a big smile.

“How are you today? How’s school been?”

He grinned wide. “I’m good. School’s easy.”

She mussed up his hair. “Easy for a smart boy like you, huh?”

He rubbed his nose smugly. Shippou was a difficult child, but she managed to get in his good graces years ago. Sure, he used her first name, but most of the kids from his class did. She’d only been a part-time aide at their school at the time.

“Oi, Shippou. Get to stretching!” their teacher demanded.

Shippou rolled his eyes. For as much as he adored Kagome, he liked to be difficult with others, and for some reason he enjoyed showing attitude to their instructor. “Hey, Inuyasha,” he sneered.

“Sensei,” Moroha and Inuyasha corrected simultaneously, both aghast the disrespect.

“Inuyasha-sensei,” he mocked.

Kagome giggled to herself.

It was Inuyasha’s turn to roll his eyes. “Just get to stretching, brat. You too Moroha.”

“Yes, Nishiyama-sensei,” Moroha made a point to annunciate before running towards Shippou. They may have been two years apart, but they got along well. Maybe because Shippou had no siblings, but always wanted to be a big brother.

“Shippou! I can do a split now, watch me!”

Inuyasha took a second to walk over to Kagome and properly greet her. It’d been five weeks since Moroha had enrolled in lessons, and he’d quickly grown fond of her. They had a weird kinship that came naturally. He and her mother had a different kind of connection.

“Yo, Higurashi-san.” He tried to sound casual. Cool. Mature.

“How are you doing today, Nishiyama-sensei?”

“Good, great. Looks like your girl has been working hard at home.”

Kagome beamed, first at Moroha and then at him. “I think if she could live in the dojo she would. Since she started lessons it’s become her goal to get to the next belt as fast as possible.”

He laughed, trying to push out some of the tension in his shoulders. “I wasn’t patient about it either.”

“I think I could’ve made that bet.” There was a twinkle in her eye; a spark that reminded him of the first day they met.

“She’ll get there before too long if she keeps this up.”

Her expression turned warm; her pretty smile turning something in Inuyasha’s chest.

“Thank you for looking after her. We’re very fond of you,” she said.

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak, but Kagome suddenly seized up. Her eyes went wide and her hands flew up. “As her teacher!” She quickly added, practically shrieking. “You’re a great teacher. Moroha has already learned so much and we’re always excited to see you. I mean she! Moroha is always excited to see you.” She averted her gaze, sweating and flustered.

Before he had a chance to respond, Kagome was scrambling with her bag and yelling out, “Oh, look at that. I have to get going! So much to do!”

“Wai—“

She peered over his tall frame and called out, “Mo-chan! Mommy is going to the store! I’ll be back to pick you up later! Bye!” The door shut, and in the blink of an eye she was gone.

Inuyasha’s jaw snapped closed as he processed. What had gotten into her? Part of him wanted to run after the woman, but that couldn’t happen with class starting in a few minutes. What would he even say to her? A few more students filtered into the dojo, so he did his best to focus on that. He had a class to teach, so he pushed Kagome as far out of his brain as he could… except that her daughter was front and center during the lesson.

We’re very fond of you.

Yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to be able to concentrate today.

#This is AWESOME

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shinidamachu · 3 hours

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once again why did we let masquerade balls and handwritten letters and heart lockets and daggers strapped to thighs go out of fashion

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