The Sight Of The Future: A Legacy (a Koga x Reader fanfiction)

Chapter Six

It fucking rains.
Kagome has an umbrella - for her and Shippo and Sango. Miroku tries to crowd under it and Inuyasha scowls at the sky as they walk. Koga, on the other hand, jumps in puddles like a toddler, splashing anyone within five feet.
Your hair is wet. You're so fucking tired.
Koga gets water on your jeans - you should've brought your mudding boots. You've taken off your tennis shoes and socks in favor of putting them in your bag - currently under the umbrella, hooked to Kagome's bike - and the dirt is squishy between your bare toes. It isn't unpleasant.
"Nice to see that I'm not the only one here with some fun in my bones," Koga kicks mud at Inuyasha, who snaps, "Why the hell are you still here?"
You sigh. Inuyasha's been snappish all day. You bend over to roll your jeans up to your knees.
Koga says, "Because I can, bozo, lay off."
"Who're you callin' a bozo, you overgrown-"
"Okay!" Kagome claps her hands and they both look over. "Cool it, guys."
"He started it," Inuyasha grouches, and Kagome shoots him a glare that strikes him silent. He almost looks afraid, if you look at him long enough.

Koga asks, "Where're we goin', anyway? We've been walkin' all day."

Inuyasha's eyes spell Koga's instant death in a single look. Apparently Koga is illiterate. "We're looking for Jewel Shards," his tone is dark, and you wonder just what the fuck his problem is.

"My problem," he growls, and you realize that perhaps you'd wondered aloud, shit- "is that he-" he gestures at Koga, who has ceased splashing in the mud to listen to his response. He looks thoughtful. "-can't keep his filthy paws off of Kagome."

Paws. Is that a fucking pun?

Oh, God, his little dog ears are killing you. You laugh, and then pause before laughing some more, because you're tired and hysterical and hurting inside because of the words of your brother. You may cry a little at the end, but who can tell? It's raining. Your heart hurts. You're laughing your ass off and that's okay.

Your present company stops in favor of watching you snort so hard that you give yourself a two-year migraine that'll probably last through the next Irish Potato Famine. Kagome starts to laugh just because you're laughing, because your laugh is infectious and rising in hilarity - the two of you actually do this a lot, but not in public and nowhere near this loud.

When you calm marginally, you give her a real reason to laugh: "Paws, Kagome," you wheeze, pointing at Inuyasha's head, and she falls into Sango's side, covering her red face.

The rain hasn't ceased by the time you've finished tittering, and you sneeze with a broad grin on your face as the group continues moving towards the next town.
Koga shakes his head at you. "What, you sick?"

You flip him the bird and he looks confusedly at your hand. "I don't get sick, Lobo." Man, you love that Animal Crossing character. He's so sweet.

He flips himself off, muttering, "Lobo..." as he kicks mud-water with his bare foot, frowning at his hand. Some of it splashes against you and you kick some back at him, saying that he isn't helping any. He snorts.

"Oh yeah?"

The two of you end up covered, head to toe, in mud. Legitimate mud, not dirty rainwater, and it's only because you'd reached down for water to throw at him and had instead come up with mud, and then he had tackled you to the ground where you had shoved fistfuls of mud into his hair. You're not sorry, and he doesn't look it either. On the contrary - he looks quite gruntled to be absolutely filthy. His smile nearly breaks his face as he shakes out his limbs one by one like a dog.

Chihiro clicks her tongue at you. "You're getting sick," she says, but you wave her off.

"Nah. I'm fine." You flick caked mud off of your arm. You wonder if a shower is in the question.

"You're not. Let me heal you," she steps towards you to presumably lay her hands on you - your playful mood must still be in effect, because you step out of her reach.
"You're gonna have to catch me first!" You take off down the road to town, your bare feet kicking up mud as you pass Kirara and nearly slip as you try to turn with the path. You'd forgotten how much you loved to run - being on the track team, you have to at least like it to some degree, but you were notorious on the team for smiling during your races.

She cries, "Arinaga!" and a delighted crow of laughter rushes out of you as you race her to town.

It's roughly a mile and a quarter before the town comes within seeing range, and you put it at about another mile down the trail even though it's a straight shot. You're walking until you hear, "ARINAGA, IT IS BEST THAT YOU STOP WHILE YOU'RE AHEAD!"
Okay, now we're sprinting because that was terrifying as all get-out and you don't wanna fuck with that right now. Man, your face is hot. The rain feels... Nice. Yeah. Your feet kinda hurt, though. Not nice.

Sprint, sprint, sprint. You count your steps on a tempo as the collection of straw-roofed huts gets closer. One, two, three, four, fivesix, seveneightnine, ten, eleven, twelvethirteenfouteenfifteen - wait a second - fuck-shit that's the ground and it's coming up really really fast oh God-

An arm, around your midriff. You blink at the wet dirt below you as you're put back on your feet.

"Just what do you think you're doin' getting a head start back to town? You don't run a fair race at all, Ishikawa." It's Koga - how does he know your last name? "You're such a damn chea-" You give up on being conscious - the blackness behind your eyelids presses in close and you're out like a light.