Becky and Inu-yasha | Backdated to Oct 17

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After talking with John, Becky goes to check on Inu-yasha and has to get a little coercive.



"Inu-yasha!!!"

Becky huffed as she looked around. She had passed her usual marzipan drop-off site forever ago - picking up the tupperware to take to him in person - and was starting to consider finding Midnighter for help. If she could even find her way back, that is.

Taking a deep breath - she should at least give it another few minutes - she bellowed, "Inu-yasha where are you?!"

"What the hell do you want?!" Inu-yasha was crouched in a tree above her, one hand on the trunk and the other steadying himself on the branch below him so he could glare down at her. He'd tried ignoring her, but she kept crashing around and yelling and anyone nearby could hear her and if that asshole John found out about this... Yeah, Inu-yasha was pretty sure this chick lived to humiliate him.

"There you are!" Becky smiled up at him. "I was worried! Well, John said that you were okay, but he lied to me about other things, so I wanted to check in person. I brought your marzipan!" She waved the container under his branch to try to entice him down. "They're shaped like pumpkins this time! Why don't you come down and try them!"

That was a lot for Inu-yasha to process, and pretty much none of it was good. This crazy chick was worried about him?? And she'd been talking to John, so who knew what bullshit she'd heard (even if she was apparently smart enough not to believe it all).

Also he flushed slightly pink at the mention of the dessert things she kept leaving for him. She wasn't going to lure him down with some promise of food! Especially food she made into stupid shapes and shit. Sure, he ate it when she left it, but she thought it made them friends or something??

Keh. She wanted him to come down? He narrowed his eyes at her. "No."

Becky frowned, and opened the container before waving the marzipan under the tree again. Maybe he didn't realize just how cute they were? "Aw, c'mon! Don't you want to try one?" If he didn't come down, then she couldn't check that he was really okay. Unless he wasn't okay? And that was why he didn't come down? She tried, "I altered the recipe and would really appreciate your feedback?"

"Who gives a shit about your stupid candy!"

Glaring and pouting, she pointed a finger at where he was perched. "Not cool, Inu-yasha! I spent a lot of time making these!" Still, she closed the lid and put the container on the ground. Hands free, she rolled up her sleeves and planted her hands on her hips. "You know, it really isn't nice to have a conversation when you're hovering above the other person."

"So?" Seriously, did she know him at all? Nice? That wasn't who he was on a normal day, and certainly not today. He hadn't finished healing yet, and it was making him restless and even less patient than usual. He'd ditched the stupid hand brace and bandages, but even though the wound on his hand had closed, it was still raw and red and tender, with a clear mark where John's claw had pierced it and then ripped free.

Well, it had been somewhat of a long shot, Becky admitted to herself. Might as well be blunt. "Fine then. I just got done talking to John, and he said you two got in a fight. Apparently enough that you needed medical attention. Is that true?"

Inu-yasha's lip curled. "That fuckin' liar. They made me go in, I didn't need anything!"

A-ha! Maybe this was her in. He was pretty prideful. "Oh yeah? Than prove it. Come down here at let me see."

He narrowed his eyes to a glare. "No!"

"I won't believe you until I see it!" She really, really wouldn't. For all she knew, his t-shirt was covering a myriad of open wounds. Or maybe he was stuck where he was, unable to move from pain! She was half way worked into a frenzy at all the awful possibilities she was imagining.

Inu-yasha snorted. "So? That's your problem, not mine."

Was it an amputation? Had she seen all of his limbs? What was his shoe hiding? "Please come down? I really just want to make sure you're alright!"

"Nope." What did he care if she got worked up about it? He settled back in the tree some, even more out of sight.

Wait, was he leaving? He had moved, and now she couldn't really see him. Half instinctively she grabbed a pen from her back pocket, which... wasn't actually a bad idea? She need to make sure he was okay! In a hurry - what if he left? He was already so high up - she wrote on her inner arm, Inu-yasha came down from his tree.

She paused to look up at him, then quickly added and let Becky check his wounds.

Meanwhile, up in his tree, Inu-yasha was suddenly struck by the thought that the fastest way to get rid of her would be to go down there and let her check on him. That would do it. Then she'd shut up and leave. Yeah.

"Y'know what? Fine," he called down, before hopping down to land lightly in front of her. Still glaring, he sat down cross-legged on the floor and used his uninjured hand to pull off his shirt. Despite his slight build, the lean muscles of his torso were toned. Across his chest, three pink claw marks were still apparent, almost completely healed; tomorrow there wouldn't even be a scar. He rested his injured right hand on his knee where she could see. "Happy now?"

...not that he cared if she was happy, but whatever.

"Holy shit that actually worked!" Becky blinked at the boy in front of her. She didn't think he had any psychic shielding, but she had half thought he was obstinate enough to nullify her powers.

Catching sight of the massive claw marks first, she quickly dropped to her knees, her hands hovering an inch above the wounds. "Do these still hurt? Should they be exposed like this? Did you go see Simon?"

Inu-yasha blinked at her. "...what worked?"

Becky was too busy fussing to actually pay attention to anything Inu-yasha said. "Oh, look at your poor hand!" She gingerly picked it up and turned it over to see both sides. "What happened to it? What did that big jerk do! Are you right-handed? Have you been able to use it?"

Golden eyes narrowed, Inu-yasha let her touch him. Becky didn't even register as a threat, after all, just some ridiculous girl - fucking crazy, but harmless. "He's got bone claws," he told her roughly. "But this is nothin', I've had worse.

"Oi." He brushed that aside, making sure he had her attention this time. "What worked?"

The deer in the proverbial headlights, Becky just stared at him. "Uhhhh... my awesome powers of persuasion?"

Attempting to subtly hide her left arm behind her back until she could roll down her sleeves, she reached out blindly for the marzipan container with her right hand and shoved it in his face. "Here! You need to eat to heal, right? Eat up!"

If she'd wanted to fool him, she probably should've avoided the word 'powers' - he was on to her now. Ignoring the food, he reached forward and grabbed her wrist, pulling her arm forward and squinting at the scrawled words. The hell...?

Becky tried - futilely - to pull out of his grip. Knowing she was pretty much caught, she rambled, "Look, okay, I was talking to John, and sweet Castiel is he muscled, like to the point of it almost being too much, and he said he had claws and healing and that he fought you because of your ears - and I really hope you got him good for that, your ears are perfect - and then he said that Midnighter of all people had to drag you to the infirmary so I had to check up on you, okay? But then you wouldn't come down and what was I supposed to do? Just take you at your word that you weren't slowly dying while I did nothing below? So, yeah, I used my powers on you and I know that isn't really allowed but it was only because I was worried and please don't tell on me?"

As her babble tapered off, Inu-yasha just blinked at her. He was pretty sure that was English, but since he couldn't make heads or tails of it, he wasn't entirely sure.

"This," he said, jerking his head toward her arm. He wasn't holding it tightly or anything, he just wasn't letting go since she'd tried to hide it. "This is your power?"

"Uh, yeah?" Becky had thought that he already knew. She had told everyone about them on her intro post. "Well, sort of. My power is that whatever I write down becomes true, for a little while. Either by psychically making you want to do what I wrote, or my creating hallucinations where it comes true."

His eyes narrowed again as he considered this. He released her wrist, crossing his arms (a little delicately) over his chest. "Show me."

Slowly pulling her arm back towards her, Becky pulled out another pen (she had no idea where the first had gone) and pulled off the sticky-note that read 'For the Dog-Demon' from the tupperware so that she could write on the back. "Oooookay... Any suggestions?"

Inu-yasha just looked at her blankly, waiting for her to proceed. This was her bullshit, he didn't know anything about it.

Shrugging, Becky looked down at the note, which had black ink bleeding through to the other side. Well, she might as well, right? With a small smirk, she wrote Demon dogs made of flesh and bone and smoke surrounded the pair, circling them and gnashing their jaws in frustration. Their howls rent the air.

She smiled as she looked up and saw mist begin to creep into the trees, slowly coalescing into solid forms. One long howl started a cascade from the other figures as bright glints of bone flashed through the leaves. Soon enough they could see strips of flesh barely sticking to the bones, with organs and muscles exposed. A few lunged at them, but were repelled by an unseen force.

Becky furrowed her brow, though - something was missing. With a soft "ah!" she added, They smelled like meat, like a fresh kill they had abandoned as soon as it stopped twitching.

It took Becky a moment to notice it through her daze of writing, but Inu-yasha was on his feet immediately, snarling and brandishing his claws at the things that had come from nowhere and surrounded them.

"What the fuck did you do?!" he demanded over his shoulder as the smell hit him. Blood. So much blood. He didn't know what was keeping them at bay, but if this witch had summoned them and couldn't control them, things were about to get ugly.

Startled out of her happy contemplation of her creatures, Becky stared at Inu-yasha. "Woah! Calm down! They're just hallucinations? They aren't real. Look," she waited until he was at least half paying attention to her and drew a line through her previous two sentences. The dogs immediately disappeared. "See? Just like they were never here. Because, you know, they weren't."

Inu-yasha looked sharply around as the creatures - and everything about them - vanished.

"But... I could smell them," he said uncertainly, even though he believed her. All he could smell now was her, the marzipan, and the ink from her pen. You weren't supposed to smell hallucinations, were you?

She grinned - she had been proud that remembered that bit. "Yeah, see here, below where I crossed out? I wrote what I wanted them to smell like. Um..." she squinted up at him. "Want me to try again, but with something less... threatening?"

Still not quite comprehending, Inu-yasha looked down at her, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to process what had just happened. "You just wrote that and made it real?"

Becky... was realizing that Inu-yasha wasn't on the same page as her. Well, to be fair her powers were kind of weird. "Here, sit down, and I'll explain it better, okay?" She tugged on his hand.

Inu-yasha sat down again with the tug, frowning and glaring.

Ooookay, so not anything scary, maybe something entirely different to show him her versatility? Oh! She had the best idea - Inu-yasha really needed to explore his creative side.

"Alright, so the first thing I'm going to do is create a hallucination. This happens when what I write isn't actually physically possible - like when I wrote there were those demon dogs. There were no actual demons around to come and circle us, so it triggered a hallucination. Right now, I'm going to write that there's a sketch pad with paint in front of us, okay?" She spared him a glance before scribbling just that on a corner of her paper.

And right in front of them, from one blink to another (there really wasn't any point to a dramatic slow arrival for a pad of paper), there was a huge sketch pad and several pots of paint with brushes sticking out of them.

Eyes narrowing, Inu-yasha tentatively reached down to tap the paper with a claw. It felt solid enough. He looked up at her again. "But... it's not real?"

"Nope!" Becky reached forward and grabbed a brush from the blue paint jar. "Here, so you can see once it fades." She drew a star on the back of her left hand and then handed the brush over to him.

He took the brush from her slowly, raising it to his face to sniff at it. It all seemed real. He made an experimental mark on the paper, which turned out rough and streaky, but still marked like paint and paper should. "...huh."

Becky smiled at him, he was being pretty adorable, after all. "Okay, so the other part of my power is that if I write something that is possible, like earlier I wrote that you came down from your tree, then it makes people want to do what I wrote. Um, I can demonstrate that, if you want? If you don't mind being my volunteer."

"...you want to mind-control me?" he asked, nonplussed. Who would agree to that?

Becky shrugged. "Well, I did say I would explain it all to you, but it would be rude not to ask. I just figured you might want to know what it feels like now, when I'll warn you ahead of time what I will write. I mean, I would get it if you're too afraid to try it." She blinked at him innocently.

"What?! I'm not afraid!" he protested angrily.

"Oh good! Then I'll just have you use this stuff, okay?" As she spoke, Becky started writing, Inu-yasha knew only his art, his love for painting.

"Keh. It'll do," he growled, before completely ignoring her. He dipped his fingertips into the paint, careful to only get the pads of his fingertips and not his claws. He looked at the page in front of him, waiting for the inspiration to come.

Becky blinked at him. Had her power failed? But he had gotten the paint? She tried again. He painted a masterful scene of the woods on the canvas.

Fingers flickering with a harsh grace, Inu-yasha began making lines and shapes on the page, and the forest scene began to emerge. He used his claws to carve delicate details within the strokes, creating careful shading.

His only awareness of Becky was that she was part of the scene he was capturing, a lone figure seated on the forest floor, surrounded by tall, powerful trees.

Peering over his shoulder, she smiled as the artwork began to unfold. "Wow, that's great!"

Except... he was totally ignoring her. Eyes widening as she looked back at what, exactly, she had written, she figured she might as well take advantage of this opening. She leaned closer towards his chest and, giggling a little nervously, poked at one of John's claw marks. It seemed pretty healed... She had read something, somewhere, about animals healing from the outside in, but if that was the case there wasn't really anything she could do to help. Besides, it wasn't like he was an actual dog, not even as much as Sirius.

Not able to take a closer look at his hand, since he had forgone the brushes for finger painting, Becky leaned back and considered him. Well, she leaned back, took a picture of his ridiculously adorable expression as he worked intently on his art, and then considered him. Her eyes invariably were drawn upwards towards those disgustingly perfect fuzzy triangles he called ears. She debated with herself for a full ten seconds before deciding that it would be a shame to waste an opportunity like this and reached up.

Oh god, they were better than she remembered. Soft and warm and exactly like what her puppy's ears felt like whenever she wrote him into existence.

Becky got to enjoy this experience for almost exactly five seconds. Then the paper and paints faded away - and so did the effects of her mind control.

Eye twitching in disbelief and irritation, Inu-yasha gritted his teeth and shut his eyes. Voice deadly quiet, he asked, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Blinking rapidly as she was also brought back to reality, Becky sloooowly pulled her hand away (by way of one more upwards caress, obviously). "Well... I had to check them, you see... Because John could have hurt them? He seems to have something against them, after all..."

Inu-yasha flinched at the last little stroke of his ears. Voice more strained than before, he managed, "And you had to touch them because...?"

"The fur could have been hiding something?" She widened her eyes innocently.

The forest erupted in sound as Inu-yasha lost his temper. "What the hell is wrong with you?!? Who goes around touching other people's ears?!?"

Becky was taken aback for all of a second before she narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. "Well, I'm so sorry for thinking your ears are lovely! Maybe if you weren't so afraid to show them off, I wouldn't have to jump on the chance to appreciate them!"

"WHO'S AFRAID?!?"

"YOU ARE!!!"

"NO I'M NOT!!"

"YES YOU-" Becky cut herself off with an exasperated shriek, tugging at her hair and taking a deep breath. "You know what? Whatever. Your ears are fine. You seem to be healing, and..." She furrowed her brows. What had they been doing? Oh, right. "And now you know my powers feel like. So, you know. What did you think?" Her tone was still slightly clipped, but she didn't feel like screaming anymore. Taking deep breaths through her nose helped.

"What do I think about what??" demanded Inu-yasha, who had completely forgotten anything that had been happening before his ears were molested.

Becky took a five-count to just close her eyes and breathe, wishing there was a desk around to bang her head on, just for irony's sake. "The painting? I had you paint so you could know what my powers felt like?"

Though she could certainly think up a few new ideas for making him feel her powers, right about now...

"Oh," he said, holding his hand up to study his fingers. Right, he'd been painting. It'd been so easy, and... good, actually. Nothing he could've done on his own. He frowned at her. "What do you want? It was weird, that's all." He crossed his arms over his chest, assuming an aloof posture. "Barely noticed."

Becky rolled her eyes, over this conversation. "Yeah, well, good for you, and now you know." She slowly lumbered to her feet, brushing leaves and other debris off her clothes. She very deliberately left the tupperware of marzipan on the ground.

Already walking away - hopefully in the right direction - she waved over her shoulder. "I'm glad you're okay, and I'll see you around the mansion!"

Inu-yasha just huffed. Like he cared if she wanted to run off like that. She was super annoying anyways, and he preferred the quiet.

As her steps trailed away, he glared around him just because, then grabbed the tupperware and hopped back into a tree.