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Everything happened so fast and totally without his permission that it wasn't until he was trying to puzzle out why she was looking searchingly at him with those big, dewy eyes that his sluggish brain finally caught up.

What. The. Fuck.

Eloquent, yes. But apt. It was certainly too late to take it back gracefully, so he crossed his arms tight across his now, strangely bare feeling torso and keh'd. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her rub the fabric curiously between her hands. The luminous red cloth a stark contrast against the ebony of her hair.

Why the hell did he go and do that? The fire-rat clothing was literally the only thing he owned. It's his armour for fuck's sake. And surely, this youkai they were hunting was not of the kindly variety, so giving away his suikan was probably the stupidest thing he could do. It was something he had never shared, worn like his own skin. He had been self-preserving and withdrawn his whole life, that's how he'd stayed alive for so long. He certainly did not care about the human wench. Must be more of her trickery.

It wasn't much later that he was flooded with a foreign wave of of relief, seeing her slender body dwarfed by the swathes of crimson cloth. Most importantly, unharmed by the flames that had swallowed her just minutes before.

Maybe it wasn't his brain that was slow.

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Suikan - the upper 'shirt' part of Inuyasha's robes.


A/N: Couldn't resist writing this. Inuyasha giving Kagome his fire-rat is probably one of my favourite things. Because it is almost all he owns and because it's his own protection too.