InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Minoue ❯ It Takes All Kinds ( Chapter 3 )

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Minoue

Chapter 3: It Takes All Kinds (Warning: short Lemon)

Miroku hummed to himself as he dressed in casual clothes fairly early on Saturday morning. He was quite pleased when he received the email that included the rosters of students registered for his classes. He hoped desperately that SATOU, Sango was the same Sango that had walked into InuYasha's dojo. While he knew that she would be off-limits as long as she was his student, he hoped that he would be able to learn more about her. She was at the Entrance Ceremony the day before, so he knew that she was enrolled at the university. He only hoped that the gods had seen fit to send her to him. He had never before been immediately captivated by someone as he had her. It almost made him believe in love at first sight.

Miroku looked at himself in the full-length mirror. He was wearing khaki pants with a deep purple long-sleeved polo. He then went and carefully rolled up his uniform from the dojo and placed it in a gym bag to carry with him. He was not planning on entering the tournament but was only going to support the students. However, he would take his Keikogi and hakama with him in case he reconsidered and elected to enter or just decided he wanted to look like the instructor of some of the students there. It wouldn't be too hard to pick them out since all of InuYasha's students wore a red Keikogi rather than one of the more traditional colors of black, blue, or white. InuYasha special ordered them for those who trained at his dojo, so while it was possible for another dojo to be using them, it wasn't very likely.

Changing his mind as he looked in the mirror, Miroku decided to go ahead and wear his uniform. He knew it would make the students who had come happy, and it would identify with certainty which dojo he was associated with. His was not a plain one as the students' wore. When InuYasha asked him to become an instructor, he was presented with a red Keikogi that had a large, fierce white dog with red eyes leaping out of the back of it. They had done an outstanding job with the embroidery work, and when you looked at it head on, you would have sworn that the dog was coming out of the garment right at you. When Miroku asked what had inspired the artwork and where it had come from, the hanyou had simply answered that it was a picture of his father in his true form. Miroku was stunned. He had then bowed and accepted it with thanks. He was honored that InuYasha asked him to become an instructor. It also got him to thinking that InuYasha's father was probably no ordinary demon.

Miroku had already pulled on a pair of black tabi socks, so he changed from his polo and pants into the uniform of the dojo. He decided to carry his street clothes with him in case he wanted to do something else before he returned home and placed them along with fresh socks and his loafers into the gym bag. Tying his hair back with a black ribbon, he decided he was ready to go.

~ ^~^ ~

Sango tended to be an early riser and was making herself a bowl of oatmeal while she contemplated what to do with her day. She had been surprised to see the man she had sparred with at the dojo sitting along with the rest of the faculty while the students filed by during the Entrance Ceremony. She wondered what class he might possibly teach as she went through all of the motions with the others.

She also had to admit that she'd never felt so alone in her life. Even when she had started at her old university, she had family and friends she could call if she felt lonely or just wanted someone to talk to. Now she had no family and no friends she wished to call. She'd cut off contact with just about everyone who knew what had happened, which included all of her old friends. While she was here to study, she suddenly realized that maybe having one or two friends wouldn't be such a bad idea. However, while nearly everyone was polite at the ceremony the night before, no one had made a point to even introduce themselves to her. On top of that, there were a couple that she would have sworn actually glared at her. Sango sighed. It was tough getting into a university in Japan; there was a long waiting list. They were probably mad because they thought someone else should have received the slot she was given. Sighing, she sat down at the table with her bowl.

After pouring some brown sugar and raisins into it, Sango ate her oatmeal while she thought. By the time she finished her breakfast, she had decided that she would go and check out the tournament. She knew she had found the dojo she wanted to train at, but it would be interesting to see how the students from there fared. Her mind made up, she washed her bowl and left it to dry and went to dress. Pulling on a comfortable pair of jeans and a hot pink t-shirt, she pulled her hair back into a pony tail. Satisfied that would do, she headed out. The gym the tournament was being held at was only about a mile away, and Sango decided that the walk would do her good.

~ ^~^ ~

InuYasha arrived at the building where the tournament was being conducted to see all manner of kids and adults milling around. It was easy to pick his students out of the crowd in their deep red tops. He couldn't help but to smile when he heard, “Sensei InuYasha!” and those that had not gone in yet all came running towards him. The parents with them came over to greet him as well.

Once he had convinced his students that he would stay through the tournament to see how they all fared, he worked his way inside. It looked like they had set up eight floors to spar on and had whiteboards showing the initial pairings to start the tournament. Each person who won his or her match would then move up until there was one winner per floor. Then the final eight would be paired off according to age and/or size. It appeared they were trying to work toward four or so winners based on age range. However, he also knew those things didn't always work out exactly as planned.

The hanyou found himself looking anxiously around for Kagome. He had spotted Souta with some of the other kids from his class, so he was certain she was here somewhere. He also knew that Miroku was planning to come and watch, so he looked for the dark head with the short pony tail as well.

InuYasha wandered through the throngs of people waiting for the tournament to get started, saying hello to his students and their parents as he came across them. He tried to refrain from growling as people stared at him. He should be used to it by now since he no longer attempted to disguise his appearance other than the plain black bandana that was tied over his ears. His long silver hair stood out, but then again, so did his clothing and the fact he was carrying a sword. Not certain what to expect but always afraid of the worst, the hanyou had worn the clothing that was left to him by his father so very long ago. The humans around him had no idea that the Robe of the Firerat really existed and that he was currently wearing it along with the red hakama he always wore with it. He wore the creamy white kimono under the firerat and tucked into his hakama. Last, he had the sword that Father had bequeathed to him at his side.

Before he died, his father told him that he should try to keep it with him especially if he thought he would be under stress. At the very least, it should be nearby if not on his person. At the dojo, it hung harmlessly on the wall along with the other swords though he took it with him every evening when he walked across the property to his home. However, not having any idea what he was walking into today, he had decided to carry it with him rather than leave it at home as he did most of the time when he ventured into public. He still recalled the conversation with the old flea youkai, Myouga, who had served his father. Myouga decided he needed to tell the hanyou what his father had not: InuYasha's demon blood was incredibly powerful, and was capable of taking over his human body and heart. The old flea told him that while no one knew for certain what the consequences would be, the likelihood of him going into a killing rage was high if that happened. InuYasha had felt that blood boil up within him when he was angry and knew it was possible. Rather than taking any chances, he carried the sword with him. As he had matured, he had gained more control. However, he decided that for today Tessaiga could be part of his outfit for the tournament. He did teach weapons at his dojo, and it could simply signify that.

Continuing on his way, InuYasha continued to look for some sign of Miroku or Kagome in the masses of people. Not having any luck and his sensitive nose overwhelmed with all of the scents, he headed back towards where he spotted Souta. He knew that sooner or later Kagome would be around to check on her little brother.

He wasn't disappointed. Sure enough, the dark haired girl appeared in the entrance that led back to the locker rooms and toilets. However, the hanyou had to suppress a growl when her face suddenly lit up and she actually hugged a nice-looking young man that appeared to be her age or a little older. He strained to hear over the chatter of the crowd what they were saying.

“Hojo! What are you doing here? It's been so long since I've seen you,” Kagome said with a smile.

“My little brother is participating in the tournament. My parents are here as well to watch him,” Hojo answered. “How about you? How are you doing? What are you doing here?”

Kagome laughed. “The same thing as you - my little brother signed up for the tournament. My mom is here, too, somewhere.”

They were interrupted by another man that joined them. “Hojo, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?”

With the appearance of the additional newcomer, InuYasha felt his hackles rise, and he did growl softly as he gripped the hilt of his sword to keep his blood from boiling over. The male that joined them may have been dressed in a rich brown uniform with black hair pulled back into a pony tail, but his piercing blue eyes weren't human. He was wearing a concealment charm to hide his demon features, but it couldn't completely hide the stench of wolf from the hanyou's nose.

“Sensei, this is one of my old friends from Junior High School. I really haven't seen her since then because we moved, and I attended a different high school. Kagome, this is my brother's sensei, Kouga-sama.”

Kouga hardly let Hojo finish before he started in, “So, are you here looking for a dojo to join? You know mine is one of the best. My students are sure to fare well in this tournament.”

Kagome blushed as he was talking to her, mostly because she was embarrassed. She had never met anyone quite as forward as he was; he'd taken her hand between his as he looked into her eyes.

The wolf knew he must have her hooked by the way she was turning red as he laid the charm on thick. What he didn't expect was the soft growl that clearly stated `hands off'.

“Kagome, I've been looking for you,” InuYasha said as he walked up to her.

Kagome took the opportunity to yank her hand away from Kouga. She bowed politely and said, “It was nice to meet you.”

“Wait - you're leaving with that piece of dog shit?” the wolf asked incredulously.

Kagome stood up straight and looked him square in the eye. “He's MY sensei and my little brother's. He's a very good teacher. Good day to you. It was nice to see you again, Hojo.” Kagome turned on her heel and followed InuYasha. When they were a little further away, she whispered, “Thank you.”

“Be careful around that one; he's a wolf.” InuYasha had stopped and turned to face her.

“Oh, I know-” Kagome started.

The hanyou cut her off, shaking his head. “You don't understand; he's really a wolf youkai, and it looks like he's on the prowl. Just be careful, all right?”

“All right, I will. Oh! How did we miss the beginning of the tournament?” Kagome asked.

InuYasha couldn't very well say he was looking for her, and she was locked in the grasp of the mangy wolf. “Come on; let's check on the students and keep your eye out for Miroku. He's supposed to be here.”

That made Kagome giggle. The hanyou looked at her with an eyebrow raised, and she replied, “Miroku might be jealous that he's got a real wolf for competition.”

InuYasha just sighed.

Kouga watched Kagome walk away. He was surprised at the power he felt coursing through her when he took her hand between his own. Confident that she would like him much better than that half-breed, he thought about how he could get her alone as he turned back to watch the tournament.

Sango entered the building to see that the tournament had started with the first sets of opponents sparring on all eight of the floors. Looking around to see if she saw anyone that looked familiar, she spotted the long silver hair flowing down the back of a red uniform. Determining that it must be InuYasha, she made her way towards him.

She noticed the girl with dark hair next to him, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides as she quietly cheered on someone on one of the floors. Sango looked to the ring to determine that it must be the boy in red she was watching. Though his opponent was larger in size, the younger boy was doing very well. The referee's arm suddenly went up and pointed to the smaller boy in red, announcing that he was the winner. The two bowed to each other before they left the floor, and then the winner headed straight for InuYasha and the girl next to him.

“Kagome, Sensei, did you see? Did you see? I won! I was worried because he was so much bigger than me, but I tried to remember everything you've taught me, and it worked!”

“You did good, Souta,” InuYasha said with a smile. “Now, while you're waiting for the next round, think about what you did well that worked and what didn't.”

“Okay, Sensei, I will,” Souta said. “Kagome, did you see?”

Kagome hugged her little brother. “Of course I did. I'm so proud of you. Now why don't you go and find Mama? I'm sure she'd like you to tell her all about it. But don't go too far. You don't know when you'll be called back to the floor again.”

“All right. Thanks!” Souta beamed as he dashed off to tell Mama and see how his friends were faring in the competition as well.

“He did pretty good, didn't he?” Kagome asked InuYasha after Souta was out of earshot.

“He did very well,” a feminine voice answered, startling Kagome.

The two turned to face the girl as she joined them, and InuYasha realized that Kagome had not yet met Sango.

“Kagome, this is Sango. She recently moved to Tokyo and has decided to train with us at the dojo. Sango, this is one of my longtime students, Kagome. That was her little brother Souta that we were just watching.”

“It is very nice to meet you. Your brother did very well against a boy that was so much larger than he was,” Sango apprised.

“Thank you, but the credit has to go to InuYasha. We have both trained with him for just about five years now. We are very grateful for what we have learned. And it is nice to meet you, too.” Kagome bowed to her in conclusion.

InuYasha nodded and blushed at the praise from the miko and turned back to watch the proceedings.

“So, are all of the students in red InuYasha-sama's?” Sango asked as she looked out on the floor at the pairs sparring and at those in holding areas waiting their turn.

Kagome nodded. “It looks like they're doing pretty well, too.”

“There you are,” a masculine voice said. “I was certain you would be here.”

“Just watch your hands,” InuYasha stated, making it clear not to grope either of the girls. “Where have you been?”

“Saying hello to all of the students and parents. I ran into Souta, and he told me he won his first match. How are the others doing?” Miroku asked as he nodded hello to both Sango and Kagome.

“Considering they have not been trained for these kinds of formal tournaments, I'd say pretty well,” InuYasha responded. The referees on three different floors had just pointed to red-clad students as winners of their match. “It looks like we might be here for a while.”

Miroku nodded as they all turned to watch the next pair that had taken the floor.

Several pairs had already competed when Kagome said, “I'm kind of thirsty. Sango, would you like to go with me to get a drink? There was a concession stand through that entrance.” She pointed in the direction she had spotted one. Sango nodded so Kagome added, “InuYasha, Miroku, we'll be back. Do you want anything?”

Miroku opened his mouth, but InuYasha elbowed him before anything came out. Instead of what he almost said, that he wanted Sango, he shook his head. “Not right now, thanks.”

As he watched the backs of the shapely girls walk away, Miroku said, “That was a loaded question, and not just for me, InuYasha. I wish you would quit punishing yourself and ask her out already. Her birthday is coming up, and she will be of age. Just do something about it.”

The hanyou growled in return.

When they reached the doorway that led to the corridor which circled around the arena, Kagome opened it and then followed Sango through. The older girl finally broke the silence. “So, Kagome, how long have you known InuYasha? How did you find his dojo? It isn't exactly on the beaten path.”

Kagome flushed red and didn't respond immediately.

“I'm sorry; I shouldn't pry,” Sango told her.

“No, it's okay. I just haven't been asked that before. I met him on my fifteenth birthday,” Kagome responded before she launched into the story of how he'd rescued her.

“So, how about you? How did you find InuYasha's dojo? Did you have family or friends in Tokyo that knew about it?”

Sango shook her head. “No, I don't really know anyone here. I called my old teacher back home to see if he could help me. I was having no luck finding one on my own. I went at his suggestion.”

“I'm sure you'll like it. InuYasha is a very good teacher,” Kagome offered though she couldn't help flushing pink again. “And I like that he isn't into belts like the other dojo. We're only as competitive as we want to be. He's more into making sure we can actually defend ourselves if we need to.”

“My old sensei was the same way, so I can appreciate that,” Sango said as they arrived at the concession stand. “Well, here we are. What shall we have?”

The girls each bought a soda, plus Kagome picked up a bag of potato chips. They made their way back to the floor to see that the first rounds were almost over and the pairings were being made for the second round. There seemed to be an abundance of students dressed in red going in for the next round as well as quite a few dressed in deep brown. Kagome couldn't help but to smile as she noticed the sea of red that surrounded InuYasha and Miroku. The classes at the dojo were kept down in size, so she had no idea of the true number of students until she saw so many of them here together. She also realized that InuYasha was probably uncomfortable with everything that was going on, and so, leading Sango, she hurried to his side.

“Here you are,” the miko said as she handed InuYasha the bag of potato chips.

“Thanks,” the hanyou responded when he took them from her and then ripped the bag open.

Kagome blushed in response.

Miroku just grinned at the exchange. Sooner or later…

The tournament was going very well for InuYasha's students. He and Miroku both looked like proud parents as the kids in red steadily advanced up with each heat. They finally started to be eliminated when they were paired up against each other as the contestants were whittled down. The same thing was happening to the students in the brown uniforms; now that they were being pitted against one another more often, their numbers were growing smaller. InuYasha and Miroku were circulating among the students and parents, giving them advice and words of encouragement as they prepared to return to the floor and even if they were finally defeated.

Souta was still hanging in there though Kagome could tell he was starting to tire. She was watching intently when she felt a hand placed on her shoulder.

“I told you my students would do well in this tournament,” Kouga said. “You would do well to come to my dojo to train with me. I don't know why you would want to hang around a piece of dog shit like that one. He's nothing but a half-breed.”

Embarrassed by his familiarity but not wanting to create a scene, Kagome pulled away to face him and looked frantically around for InuYasha, or even Sango or Miroku, as she responded, “I'm watching my brother right now if you don't mind.”

“Yes, that's one of my students he's sparring with. I dare say that my student will win.” Kouga couldn't help but to smirk.

Even Kagome's human ears heard the growl as InuYasha suddenly appeared and pushed her behind him. “You brought youkai to a human tournament.”

“So what if I did?” the wolf demon answered.

Kagome gasped as she realized what he was saying. “Did you bring any human students besides Hojo's brother?”

“We came to show our strength and win though I did let a few of them enter. The humans are too weak,” Kouga answered cockily.

“They wouldn't be if you trained them properly,” InuYasha responded.

“They're hardly worth the effort,” he said.

“If humans are hardly worth the effort, why were you trying to get me to switch to your dojo?” Kagome interjected, albeit very softly.

“I… well…” Kouga started but then was interrupted as a cheer erupted from the crowd. They turned to see that the referee was pointing at the boy in red.

“He won! Souta won!” Kagome exclaimed as she pulled away to run to meet her brother as he exited the floor. His opponent had not even bowed at the conclusion of the match but had snarled and stalked away.

“Aw, Sis, not in front of everyone!” Souta exclaimed with a blush as Kagome hugged him as soon as she reached him. She guessed one hug in public a day was his limit.

“I'm so proud of you, Souta. I know that Sensei is, too,” the miko told him as she looked for the hanyou. Instead, she spotted Sango standing alone. She must have just returned from the ladies' room. “Come on. I want you to meet someone.”

Kagome took Souta's hand and led him towards Sango. “Sango, this is my younger brother, Souta. You'll be seeing him around the dojo, too. Souta, this is Sango. She just moved here and is going to start training with InuYasha.”

Souta politely bowed. “It's very nice to meet you.” He turned back to his sister, “I'm going to find Mama and then see how the others have done, okay?”

“Okay, Souta. Just keep up with what's going on. I don't know if you'll be paired with anyone else, or if they will declare you as the winner for your age division. I think the boy you sparred with last was the winner from another floor,” Kagome told him.

“Really? I wasn't paying that much attention,” Souta said excitedly. “Cool!” he exclaimed before he dashed off.

Kagome grinned as she turned back to Sango. “Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Do you have any plans for dinner? I don't know for sure what we'll be doing, but you're welcome to join us.”

“I… well…” Sango stammered.

Kagome blushed and looked at the floor. “It's okay. You don't have to. I know you may have other plans.”

“No, that's not it. I… just… I'd love to,” Sango finally answered. Kagome had been nothing but nice to her all day. She may be a little younger than her, but she had gone out of her way to make certain that Sango was introduced to students and parents from the dojo plus others she knew from her classes.

Kagome smiled in return. “Come on. Maybe InuYasha and Miroku will join us.”

“Miroku?” Sango asked. Why did that name sound familiar?

“Yes, the other instructor from the dojo that was in red. I thought you had already met him,” Kagome answered, sounding puzzled.

Sango shook her head. “Not exactly. I sparred with him but was not really introduced.”

“Oh, well, we'll have to take care of that. And while he's a good instructor, just watch his hands. They tend to wander.” Kagome couldn't help but to giggle. “He's something of a lecher. I wonder where he is?”

“Oh, gods, harder,” the woman whispered, her hands flat against the wall.

Miroku pressed the side of his face into her back as his hand pushed her bra up out of the way. His other hand had reached into her panties so that his middle finger found her hardened numb. His first finger and thumb worked the edge of the underwear further away from his cock that was busy plunging into her depths. At her cries, he thrust harder with his pelvis as he applied more pressure.

“Gods, yes,” she cried out, her voice echoing against the walls of the vacant chamber that was the men's locker room.

They had only made it as far as around a corner before the woman started to rub Miroku's dick through his hakama. When she found him exiting the men's toilet, she had simply grabbed him and dragged him a little further down to the next door and then through it. As she stroked him with one hand, she expertly undid the ties of his pants with the other. She did not have the chance to remove her own panties before he'd spun her against the wall and flipped her skirt up. Miroku simply pushed the thin fabric that was soaked with her desire for him aside as he impaled her with his length.

This wasn't the first time he'd done her. She was one of the horny mothers from the dojo who had made a move on InuYasha only to be rejected and then came on to him instead. Miroku didn't mind; he fucked them all when they needed it. He also didn't worry with a condom when it was the married mother of one of the students. He knew these trysts were exactly that and nothing more. Their husbands were too busy with their work and left them unsatisfied. If an illicit fuck or two made them happy, he was glad to oblige.

Miroku felt her shudder around him as she climaxed and with a few more hard thrusts, he exploded to fill her. He continued to rock against her and into her as long as her moans continued. Finally, he went limp and pulled his length from her.

“Thank you,” she said as she moved to take a few paper towels and wet them in order to clean herself up.

“Glad I could help,” Miroku responded as he did the same. “You'd better go out first. I'll be out in a few minutes.”

The mother, sated for now, kissed him on the cheek and grinned as she left the locker room.

Miroku grabbed some more paper towels, and this time used some soap with them. He sighed as he hoped that the multitude of scents from the tournament would help mask the fact he'd left to have sex. He really didn't want to have a public scene with the hanyou. Then again, InuYasha's reaction when they were among others was usually to flush red and turn away. He'd rather wait and let Miroku have it in private. With that thought in mind, he pulled his boxers and hakama up into place, checked himself in the mirror, and headed back out to the floor.

Miroku walked back out to where the tournament was being held to find that it was mostly over. He had taken longer than he thought back in the locker room. He looked for the silver head and spotted him next to Kagome and Sango, and surrounded by a sea of red. Realizing that he had never really been properly introduced to the new student, he headed in that direction. It struck him odd that InuYasha seemed to be protectively standing almost in front of Kagome as if to stay between her and some unseen suitor. Sango was at her other side, and the two girls were quietly talking while they watched the proceedings. A stand had been erected on the far side to oversee the eight floors, and now it was being lined with trophies for the winners and ribbons for participation. Everyone waited anxiously for the awards ceremony to take place.

A handsome man climbed the steps and then offered his hand to the stunning woman behind him. She had long straight black hair that reached the small of her back and bangs that were cut straight across. “Oh, shit,” Miroku muttered as he watched her gracefully ascend the steps. He looked across to his friend to see his back become rigid as he froze in place. He hurried to reach his side. This wasn't good.

“Fuck,” InuYasha whispered when he saw her. His feet felt like lead, and he couldn't move or breathe.

Kagome could tell something was amiss and gently touched his arm. “InuYasha, what is it?”

“What is she doing here?” Miroku said, venom dripping from his voice as he arrived at InuYasha's side.

“Who is she?” Kagome whispered, aware that something was painfully wrong.

“The one who tried to ruin him,” Miroku answered her, equally as soft. “The one who tried to crush him.”

The hanyou finally found his voice. “Kikyou.”

To be continued…