Functionally Dysfunctional part 11
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Some days everything just goes so horribly wrong, that Kagome can either loose her mind from being mad or she can just loose it laughing.
Because if the universe was going to make her a laughing stock she might as well have a giggle with it.
It was the kind of day where she woke up late, managed to miss her buss by mere moments, and have the bottom of her shoe vacate it’s assigned position in under an hour. By the time she got to work she was such a mess that she went straight to a bathroom stall to cry for a moment. To let it all out before it ruined the rest of her day.
She was an oddly prepared person, her husband had always said, so she grabbed some coffee and the extra pair of shoes out of her locker before going on to some morning meetings.
Since she had woken up late, her outfit was a hodgepodge of whatever was on top, so it didn’t bother a bit that she was wearing navy shoes with a decidedly black slacks and a tan shirt.
‘I’m making a fashion statement.’ She told herself. ‘One hell of one too.’
The day was a perpetual 30 minutes behind, and even skipping lunch didn’t help with the tardiness of everything. Kagome had scarfed down what she could of her lunch in between seeing patients and answering phone calls.
By the end of the day, when she finally was on the bus, she was do hungry that everything sounded good for dinner.
At the grocery store, everything sounded even better, and she went home with enough food for three whole dinners.
Inuyasha met her at the end of the block (as if he sensed she had too many bags to carry home). But as she handed over the heavier of the bags to him, the bottoms gave out, much like her shoes had earlier. Cans and vegetables rolled their merry little way down the sidewalk, happily going wherever they could.
Inuyasha looked worried, and opened his mouth to offer some sort of condolences, but Kagome cut him off by bursting out laughing. Inuyasha was taking aback by her outburst, however he did chuckle with her, because her emotions were so contagious to him.
Inuyasha had a very limited range of emotions. And an even more limited ability to express them.
But there was one thing that he could talk about for days with anyone and that was old machines of any kind.
So when Kagome heard about an old car show happening about an hour away, she bought tickets immediately. Inuyasha had been hard pressed to be convinced to drive an hour away from his house on a Saturday, especially since Kagome was so intent on surprising him that she wouldn’t tell him what they were driving to see.
As they exited the city and billboards became more and more rare, Inuyasha perked up when he saw that a vintage car show was near them. Kagome did her best to not let on that she was exited to see his reaction, but if Inuyasha had looked over once at his wife, he would have seen a very poorly disguised smile.
Inuyasha wasn’t convinced, for wherever reason, that they were headed to see the cars of days past, and let out a very excited “Really?” when Kagome told him to take the turn into the fair grounds. Parking the car, Inuyasha finally spun quickly to look at Kagome. He didn’t say anything, but the smile that was playing on the edge of his lips and he sparkle in his eyes told her all that she needed. She held out the tickets, and Inuyasha grabbed them while kissing her.
The two of them made it to the gate, and Kagome fell even more in love with him while watching him talk to others who were just as excited to see a Ford (“A real Ford, Kagome! All the way over here!” He had exclaimed) as him.
Suddenly she was just as exited as him, and wanted to learn as much about these strange looking cars as she could.
Kaede made her way over next door with a cake in hand. She had been gifted it by an old student of hers who had become a baker who was rather famous in their part of Japan.
Kaede knew that, even though he wouldn’t ever admit it, Inuyasha would be thrilled to give it a try. It was the first thing she had thought when she had initially saw that cake.
That and the cake was enormous.
So here she was, carefully walking across her garden, with a cake she swore weighed 10 pounds.
And then Inuyasha was there lifting the tiered cake up with ease. “What’s this, old lady?” Kaede smiled at her nickname from the young man.
“Something I thought we could share.” Inuyasha offered a slight gaze before tilting his head to indicate the door. Kaede opened it and stepped inside, holding the door for Inuyasha.
Kagome was in the kitchen, doing some baking of her own, but wasn’t surprised to we Kaede. She rinsed her flour covered hands before giving Kaede a quick hug.
“Good to see you!” Inuyasha tenderly placed the cake down next to the mess that was Kagome’s cookie batter bowl. Kagome gasped when she laid eyes on the delicately decorated cake. “It’s so beautiful!"
"Kaede said it’s for sharing.” Inuyasha filled his wife in before grabbing a knife to cut the cake. Kagome gathered plates and forks, and watched Inuyasha cut uneven slices with tender love in her eyes.
Kaede took note of the terrible job Inuyasha was doing, but said nothing.
Kagome leaned over and whispered “You should have seen our wedding cake.” Kaede snorted slightly at the image procured in her mind, of guests receiving all sorts of sizes of slices.
Inuyasha placed down three slices of the cake, allowing the ladies to pick their slices. Kaede picked the slimmest, and Kagome the next smallest, leaving Inuyasha a large, frosting heavy piece.
Kagome took a bite, and sighed. “It’s wonderful! Where did you get this?” Inuyasha grunted his agreement.
“An old student of mine gave it to me. He was always such a gentle and giving soul."
"I didn’t know you were a teacher.” Kagome scooped some of the sweet frosting on to her husband’s plate, which he downed happily.
“Oh yes, for years. It was my greatest love."
"Well,” Inuyasha spoke around the rich cake in his mouth, “you sure are welcomed to share anything else your old students give you."
Kagome shot him a scolding look, but Kaede laughed heartily. She certainly would share with them, because they shared their happiness with her.