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ax_main Two feral children wonder about the usage of Christmas decorations and talk about people.
Laura stomped her sneakers on the ground to get the fine coating of snow off the bottom before her and Inu-Yasha and her moved inside from their last sparring session. She unzipped her coat, frowning a little at all the green garland and red ribbons that decorated the halls. “It smells like a pine forest in here...mixed with clove.”
Inu-yasha wrinkled his nose at the overpowering smells as he followed her in, tapping his shoes a few times to shake off the snow. This shit was gonna give him a headache. "I hate this holiday stuff," he growled.
She went up to one of the many pieces of greenery along the walls and noticed some shining gold bells along with them. Laura reached out and tapped one, listening to the soft pretty jingle it made. “I am not sure about a lot of the traditions. “Why cut down a tree and bring it inside to decorate? I do not believe that was in the Bible when I last read it and is that not what this season is about? The birth of a small baby with a God inside him?”
"Beats me," Inu-yasha replied gruffly, looking at the bell suspiciously. "People waste money on all kinds of crap."
Laura nodded at his statement. “That is true. Money is must when it comes to food and clothing, maybe a few indulgences here and there, but this....” She motioned to the decorations. “I do not understand.”
"Me either," Inu-yasha replied gruffly. "Kaede-baba never had money to waste on shit like this."
Laura’s gaze slid over to the dog-eared boy and she raised an eyebrow. “Your mother?”
"What? No!" he replied petulantly, turning to glare at her. "The old lady I lived with in LA. Sometimes."
“Sometimes?” Laura questioned, raising an eyebrow at the glare he sent her way. “How long has it been since you left Japan?”
“When I felt like it,” Inu-yasha replied dismissively in response to her first question. “And I dunno, years now. What’s it matter?”
“Because I was wondering. You have barely any accent, one could only tell you’re not American by listening closely.” She answered with a small shrug of her shoulders. “My sensei mostly spoke to me in Japanese, so I had to learn quickly to hear what he wanted to say in secret. He had much more of an accent than you.”
He gave her a sulky look but didn't respond right away. She'd spoken about her sensei before, that wasn't it - but she'd told him about being trained, about her life. After looking at her for a long moment, he mumbled, "The kids at the school in LA made fun of me, so I learned."
“Well, that is foolish.” She replied with a sharp frown. “Why would it be any of their business how you speak or sound?”
She had never known any smaller children, but they sounded ridiculous if they teased one another on their insecurities and things that could not be helped.
Inu-yasha scowled at her, but without any aggression. "Because that's how people are."
“Well, not all.” She thought of Ororo, Clarice, and others she had met while being here. People who seemed to be genuinely kind and had not made fun of her for what she was or how she spoke. She turned to look at him again, taking in his claws and knowing the strength inside him. “You were stronger than them, were you not? You should have threatened them.”
That earned her a smirk, and he flexed his claws proudly. “That worked too. But,” he added, rolling his eyes, “that always got me in trouble with teachers and crap. That’s why I stopped going.”
“I see.” Laura replied, understanding that threatening other children with bodily harm probably would be looked down upon. “And your...Kaede was alright with this?”
“What was she gonna do, stop me?” Inu-yasha replied, turning in place to take in the full extent of the decorations.
“She was your care-taker, was she not? If I had said no to my care-takers I am not sure what would have happened.” In the end she had not really gone against them, so much as just decided to listen to one over the other. She pursed her lips a little and glanced at him. “Was she nice?
“No,” Inu-yasha replied flatly, not sounding very put out by it. “She was just some old lady Myoga could push me off on so he could run off again.” Coward. He turned back to her, puzzled. “Why’s any of this matter anyway?”
“I wanted to know. I hear womanly or motherly figures are supposed to be nice and loving, so I wondered if yours had been.” It seemed like they both had not had that luxury. “I am not sure if mine was. In her letter to me, she seemed to feel guilt for letting a lot of things happen to me.”
Inu-yasha raised an eyebrow at her. “Your life’s even weirder than mine,” he informed her. Kaede-baba had never been motherly to him, but she was always kind to children, and took care of many of the people in their poor neighborhood. He snorted softly. “Bet Kaede-baba would like you.”
“She would?” Laura quickly turned to look at him with barely visible surprise. The idea that Inu-Yasha’s caretaker would actually like her was something nice to think about, not that she would ever meet the woman. “What does Kaede do out in California? Does she have a family of her own?”
“No family,” Inu-yasha answered. “The old lady makes medicines and shit from plants and takes care of sick people.” People repaid her with what they could, usually food, sometimes fixing something around the ancient shack or sending children over to help with chores. Inu-yasha generally ignored all of it.
“She is all alone? What if something happens?” Laura knew that being elderly could be difficult since your body was starting to shut down.
"Keh, she's fine. People come by every day - and she's tough, for an old lady." But that was exactly why he though Kaede would like this strange girl.
Laura watched him closely, raising an eyebrow. “You sound almost like you like her.”
“What?! That old bag?? No way!!”
She gave a disbelieving hum at that, moving over to poke at one of the bright red bows. “Do you like anyone?”
“No!” Inu-yasha replied hotly, not liking her tone. “Why should I?”
Laura frowned at how defensive he got at her question. “No one? I am not the most talented at social speaking, but even I have people I enjoy and like.”
"Not me," Inu-yasha replied gruffly, defensively. "Other people are a waste of time." And no one had ever liked him anyway.
Laura stared at him, not believing him at all because she had seen him around a few people where he was not as hostile as usual. But instead of arguing she just shrugged and let it go, not wanting to debate that topic. “If you have that view on people, then they will have it of you. It is not a nice to feel like a waste of anything.”
Inu-yasha glanced over his shoulder at her but didn’t respond. He hated that, the dark things that tried to eat away at him when people tried to tell him it was his fault that people hated him. He bit at his lip with a fang, turning away again.
She was surprised by his silence and looked at him in question. “Did I say something to upset you?”
"The hell do you know about other people anyway," he growled back at her, not turning to look. He didn't care that it was a cheap shot. "Didn't you grow up in some lab?"
Laura’s expression remained unchanged and she gave a small nod. “That is true. I do not know much about people and grew up without much interaction, so I could be wrong.”
"Well you are wrong," he snapped, turning to glare at her for a moment before turning to storm out of the room in the direction of the boys dorm. "So, don't go blaming me for other people being shit."
Laura watched him go, a frown on her lips as he stomped off towards the boys dorms. She was not quite sure how that conversation had gone that badly so quickly, but she would not force him to talk to her if he did not want to. Instead she would remember that talking about caring for others was not the best topic when it came to the boy and she went back to looking at the decorations a little put out.
Laura stomped her sneakers on the ground to get the fine coating of snow off the bottom before her and Inu-Yasha and her moved inside from their last sparring session. She unzipped her coat, frowning a little at all the green garland and red ribbons that decorated the halls. “It smells like a pine forest in here...mixed with clove.”
Inu-yasha wrinkled his nose at the overpowering smells as he followed her in, tapping his shoes a few times to shake off the snow. This shit was gonna give him a headache. "I hate this holiday stuff," he growled.
She went up to one of the many pieces of greenery along the walls and noticed some shining gold bells along with them. Laura reached out and tapped one, listening to the soft pretty jingle it made. “I am not sure about a lot of the traditions. “Why cut down a tree and bring it inside to decorate? I do not believe that was in the Bible when I last read it and is that not what this season is about? The birth of a small baby with a God inside him?”
"Beats me," Inu-yasha replied gruffly, looking at the bell suspiciously. "People waste money on all kinds of crap."
Laura nodded at his statement. “That is true. Money is must when it comes to food and clothing, maybe a few indulgences here and there, but this....” She motioned to the decorations. “I do not understand.”
"Me either," Inu-yasha replied gruffly. "Kaede-baba never had money to waste on shit like this."
Laura’s gaze slid over to the dog-eared boy and she raised an eyebrow. “Your mother?”
"What? No!" he replied petulantly, turning to glare at her. "The old lady I lived with in LA. Sometimes."
“Sometimes?” Laura questioned, raising an eyebrow at the glare he sent her way. “How long has it been since you left Japan?”
“When I felt like it,” Inu-yasha replied dismissively in response to her first question. “And I dunno, years now. What’s it matter?”
“Because I was wondering. You have barely any accent, one could only tell you’re not American by listening closely.” She answered with a small shrug of her shoulders. “My sensei mostly spoke to me in Japanese, so I had to learn quickly to hear what he wanted to say in secret. He had much more of an accent than you.”
He gave her a sulky look but didn't respond right away. She'd spoken about her sensei before, that wasn't it - but she'd told him about being trained, about her life. After looking at her for a long moment, he mumbled, "The kids at the school in LA made fun of me, so I learned."
“Well, that is foolish.” She replied with a sharp frown. “Why would it be any of their business how you speak or sound?”
She had never known any smaller children, but they sounded ridiculous if they teased one another on their insecurities and things that could not be helped.
Inu-yasha scowled at her, but without any aggression. "Because that's how people are."
“Well, not all.” She thought of Ororo, Clarice, and others she had met while being here. People who seemed to be genuinely kind and had not made fun of her for what she was or how she spoke. She turned to look at him again, taking in his claws and knowing the strength inside him. “You were stronger than them, were you not? You should have threatened them.”
That earned her a smirk, and he flexed his claws proudly. “That worked too. But,” he added, rolling his eyes, “that always got me in trouble with teachers and crap. That’s why I stopped going.”
“I see.” Laura replied, understanding that threatening other children with bodily harm probably would be looked down upon. “And your...Kaede was alright with this?”
“What was she gonna do, stop me?” Inu-yasha replied, turning in place to take in the full extent of the decorations.
“She was your care-taker, was she not? If I had said no to my care-takers I am not sure what would have happened.” In the end she had not really gone against them, so much as just decided to listen to one over the other. She pursed her lips a little and glanced at him. “Was she nice?
“No,” Inu-yasha replied flatly, not sounding very put out by it. “She was just some old lady Myoga could push me off on so he could run off again.” Coward. He turned back to her, puzzled. “Why’s any of this matter anyway?”
“I wanted to know. I hear womanly or motherly figures are supposed to be nice and loving, so I wondered if yours had been.” It seemed like they both had not had that luxury. “I am not sure if mine was. In her letter to me, she seemed to feel guilt for letting a lot of things happen to me.”
Inu-yasha raised an eyebrow at her. “Your life’s even weirder than mine,” he informed her. Kaede-baba had never been motherly to him, but she was always kind to children, and took care of many of the people in their poor neighborhood. He snorted softly. “Bet Kaede-baba would like you.”
“She would?” Laura quickly turned to look at him with barely visible surprise. The idea that Inu-Yasha’s caretaker would actually like her was something nice to think about, not that she would ever meet the woman. “What does Kaede do out in California? Does she have a family of her own?”
“No family,” Inu-yasha answered. “The old lady makes medicines and shit from plants and takes care of sick people.” People repaid her with what they could, usually food, sometimes fixing something around the ancient shack or sending children over to help with chores. Inu-yasha generally ignored all of it.
“She is all alone? What if something happens?” Laura knew that being elderly could be difficult since your body was starting to shut down.
"Keh, she's fine. People come by every day - and she's tough, for an old lady." But that was exactly why he though Kaede would like this strange girl.
Laura watched him closely, raising an eyebrow. “You sound almost like you like her.”
“What?! That old bag?? No way!!”
She gave a disbelieving hum at that, moving over to poke at one of the bright red bows. “Do you like anyone?”
“No!” Inu-yasha replied hotly, not liking her tone. “Why should I?”
Laura frowned at how defensive he got at her question. “No one? I am not the most talented at social speaking, but even I have people I enjoy and like.”
"Not me," Inu-yasha replied gruffly, defensively. "Other people are a waste of time." And no one had ever liked him anyway.
Laura stared at him, not believing him at all because she had seen him around a few people where he was not as hostile as usual. But instead of arguing she just shrugged and let it go, not wanting to debate that topic. “If you have that view on people, then they will have it of you. It is not a nice to feel like a waste of anything.”
Inu-yasha glanced over his shoulder at her but didn’t respond. He hated that, the dark things that tried to eat away at him when people tried to tell him it was his fault that people hated him. He bit at his lip with a fang, turning away again.
She was surprised by his silence and looked at him in question. “Did I say something to upset you?”
"The hell do you know about other people anyway," he growled back at her, not turning to look. He didn't care that it was a cheap shot. "Didn't you grow up in some lab?"
Laura’s expression remained unchanged and she gave a small nod. “That is true. I do not know much about people and grew up without much interaction, so I could be wrong.”
"Well you are wrong," he snapped, turning to glare at her for a moment before turning to storm out of the room in the direction of the boys dorm. "So, don't go blaming me for other people being shit."
Laura watched him go, a frown on her lips as he stomped off towards the boys dorms. She was not quite sure how that conversation had gone that badly so quickly, but she would not force him to talk to her if he did not want to. Instead she would remember that talking about caring for others was not the best topic when it came to the boy and she went back to looking at the decorations a little put out.
