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Sunshine

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Day Three: Music

(This is my fifth time attempting to write this because the tumblr app kept crashing right at the end. But hey, hopefully it’s the best version possible because I’ve written it so many times!)

(A/N: I went with my favorite lullaby, and in case anyone is wondering, I do know it’s original connotation, I’m just choosing to ignore it. :P)

Kagome had a nice voice. It was a mezzo-soprano, that billowed out naturally from her chest. Whether she was laughing, speaking her mind, or singing a little tune, she had a voice that beckoned people to listen.

She was a noisy girl. Something was always going on around her and making some sort of sound. Whether her large yellow backpack was rustling with the weight of all the goodies it stored, or her bike chiming as it hit a rather large rock, sound just followed her around where ever she went.

Much like love and happiness, Inuyasha presumed.

He wasn’t too terribly fond of her constant noise making in the beginning, because being loud gave away your position and made it possible for someone to catch and kill you in his mind.

Eventually, he got used to it. It became his new normal.

She didn’t always sing in the beginning. That was a development with Shippou.

She had become his surrogate mother in a way. The first night he was with them, he hadn’t slept along side Kagome. He had tried to be a big boy and sleep on his own, but the night terrors that caused him to relive the worst moments possible in his short life seized his body. Kagome had woken up-almost as if with a mother’s instinct- and pulled the little boy to her chest.

She stroked his face and hair and sang to him until he could break free from the grasp of the horrible dreams that claimed his consciousness. Inuyasha had watched, a silent observer to the tranquil scene, from his perch and realized that Kagome was a far stranger girl than he ever could have imagined.

For a long while, Shippou would ask Kagome to lull him to sleep, and Inuyasha began to find comfort in her songs and relax at the sound of them himself.

Kagome cut back on singing when Miroku joined them, and Inuyasha felt something missing.

But what was once lost was found again with Sango.

Sango was intrigued by Kagome’s songs, and wanted to learn them herself. Between the two women, a song was almost always being sung as they walked, ate, or even drifted to sleep. Inuyasha pretended to be annoyed with the noise, but internally he felt a sense of relief and comfort.

He guessed that he took for granted the noise would always be there.

But one day it wasn’t.

He chose to give Kagome back. He knew that. He knew she would be safe on the other side of the well. He forgot to wonder if he would be safe separated from her.

The first day she was gone, he noticed the silence. And he, for the first time, felt the silence was more dangerous than the noise.

He lived with her for so long, always having some sort of sound emit from her that not having it was a stabbing reminder that she was gone.

And not coming back.

The noise came back in a most unexpected way. Once the twins were born, Sango started to sing Kagome’s songs to her new babies. The girls would smile and flail their chubby arms at the sound of the songs, gleeful to hear their mother’s voice.

Inuyasha would sit silently near by and listen to Sango sing. It was in those moments, he could pretend Kagome was still with him-that she was the one singing to him and he didn’t loose the one person who loved him as he was.

He felt guilty stealing those moments from Sango and her new babies.

But some days, that daydream was the only thing that kept him going.

As the girls grew, so did their affinity for Kagome’s songs. They would belt out the tune, but never quite the words, as they went about their days. Their favorite person to sing as loudly as possible the songs from a time far in the future was Inuyasha. They would enthusiastically clamber onto him and sing as best as they could, through their giggles.

He let them, much to nearly everyone’s surprise. He let them tug on his ears, pull at his hair, kiss his face almost violently, and sing their songs.

Except they weren’t the twins songs. They were Kagome’s.

Kaede had once asked him why he tolerated being so man-handled by the young girls.

He simply responded because then he felt closer to Kagome. Because he knew that Kagome, if she were here, would have taught them her songs.

It was never brought up again.

The first day she came back, the noise came with her. Inuyasha felt the little piece of himself that had been so long gone, slip right back into place. She was laughing and singing and being her normal noisy self. Everything was right again.

The twins were not shy little girls. They had, once or twice, wandered off with a different village man when Miroku wasn’t looking, so it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that they took to Kagome like ducks to water. As soon as she bent down to greet them, they had their hands in her hair, on her face, and began to sing their version of Kagome’s songs.

Kagome listened to them sing with a bright smile on her face, before joining in to sing the right words to them. At the sound of her joining them, they sang even louder.

Inuyasha watched and listened. And this time, he didn’t have to pretend she was there.

The world was noisy again. The world was right again.

Inuyasha had nightmares much like Shippou did in the beginning. He would say nothing of them, but Miroku had suspected for a while that his near and dear friend wasn’t letting on to all that bothered him.

Wisely, he said nothing, but watched closely.

When Kagome came back, Inuyasha thought the nightmares would cease. After all, he knew where she was, that she was well fed and safe, and that she was with him forever.

He was wrong.

The nightmares would not leave him. He would jolt awake when he slept, as little as that was, in a cold sweat and with a pounding heart that would not-could not- slow down.

He would sneak into Kaede’s hut just to listen to Kagome breathing. Just to hear her make noise and scare the silence away. As he sat close enough to hear her, but not close enough to wake her, he would softly sing to himself Kagome’s songs.

He decided in the spring that they needed a hut. Kagome was going to stay with him forever, and he was going to build her a house, he decided.

Something better than a hut, he thought; something that won’t make her miss home at all. Something that we can always share.

He was reluctant to allow the villagers to help him, because in his mind it was going to be his home for Kagome, and no one else’s. He only relented when Miroku insisted they wanted to help because they saw their half-demon protector as an invaluable member of their community.

That and Kaede told him she would only stop coming over to see what he was doing if she could get updates from someone else.

Inuyasha allowed them to help him build the outside and the roof, but the inside he would not permit any assistance on. That was because he has specific plans for the inside, and he didn’t want to risk someone changing them.

The inside of their home was spacious. Inuyasha wanted to make sure that wherever Kagome was inside, he could hear her. That the noise she made would never be muffled. He tested every single part of his home to make sure that Kagome’s sounds would carry delicately through the air, and his ears would always have a chance to hear it.

Kagome loved the home. The way she laughed with excitement the first time she went in was all the proof he ever needed that her sounds would fit perfectly into his new life in his new house.

His noisy new life.

The first night they spent in that house was uneventful. The ceremonies had gone on for so long that by the end of the night, Inuyasha was irate and ornery to the point Kagome had told him she wanted to leave, unspoken for his sake, even though she didn’t.

As they slept, his nightmare drifted back, and he dreamed a dream that Kagome’s sounds and songs were gone, and his world was once again, horribly silent.

He woke to hand stroking his face, ears, hair, arms, anywhere they could reach, and Kagome singing softly to him.

“You are my sunshine...” she cooed, “...my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray...”

He murmured with her as he gently gathered his wits from the grasp of his night terror “...you’ll never know dear...how much I love you...”

He draped his arms around her waist as she pressed his head into her chest.

“...Please don’t take my sunshine away...”

They continued to sing Kagome’s songs until Inuyasha was able to fall back asleep, this time with only pleasant dreams of singing to their future babies there to greet him.

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