InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Mating Season ❯ Caught with his pants down ( Chapter 1 )
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By: SplendentGoddess 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.13.2006 | Updated On: 05.13.2012 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 49.6K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.13.2006 | Updated On: 05.13.2012 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 49.6K | Status: Completed
Blanket Disclaimer:
Inuyasha, and the characters therein, are the property of Rumiko Takahashi. I am in no way affiliated with Takahashi, or VIZ Productions.
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A/N:
This story has undergone a tremendous metamorphosis. Once upon a time, it was only a five chapter PWP based on the cliché notion of “mating season”, hence the title. Shortly afterwards, I had received some requests to continue the story, and eventually, without really having any specific ideas in mind for how I would one day conclude the tale, I began my own journey, by sending Kagome and Inuyasha on theirs. To paraphrase an ancient proverb, the journey of a hundred chapters starts with a single keystroke, and now, nearly two and a half years later, I’m proud to say it was worth every minute!
For nostalgic reasons, I’ve saved the original story summary, since I’ve since changed the summary to boast my hard earned accomplishment.
This was the original summary…
It’s Springtime in the Feudal Era, nature’s mating season. Will Inuyasha be able to control himself during this torment, or will Kagome have to take matters into her own hands? (pun intended)
New A/N as of 11/30/09...
I have attached a "Family Tree" graphic to this story, but it is meant to be viewed after reading the story itself. If you peak at the JPG in advance, you will be giving yourself some spoilers, of a sort. Be warned.
New A/N as of 05/13/12...
Winner!! I'm happy to announce this story has won three separate awards for Feudal Association's 1st quarter of 2012!
1st Place Best Lemon - specifically chapter 9.
1st Place Tie for Best In-character - Inuyasha.
2nd Place Best AU/AR - it's funny how one year's divergence becomes next year's AR, LOL, but this story definitely deviates from the canon, so I'll take it!
Chapter 1 – Caught with his pants down
“Hurry up you two!”
That was a switch, Sango actually telling Inuyasha to hurry up. It was all Kagome’s fault; she just had to bring that stupid iron cart with her. Then again, it was probably a good thing she wasn’t riding on his back for the time being…all things considered.
Still, one must save face.
“Feh!” Turning to glare at the miko in question, Inuyasha asked with rapidly vacating patience “Why don’t you ride that thing instead of pushing it?”
“It has a flat tire.” was her dejected reply.
“Again?”
Kagome sighed; her bike did get flat tires fairly often. She should probably stop bringing it, or at least invest in some sealant and a portable hand pump.
“This looks like a good spot to make camp.” proclaimed Miroku, as he, Sango and Shippo took in the sight of a decent sized clearing. “It’s close to the river, yet the trees ensure cover from the cool breeze.” he stated, as he and the kitsune cub began gathering firewood. Nodding her agreement, Sango went down to the said nearby river to fetch water, her neko companion accompanying her.
Moments after her departure, Miroku and Shippo were joined by a bitter hanyou and panting miko.
“How nice of you to join us.” he greeted behind a smirk.
“Can it, monk” came the quip reply.
Glancing around, Kagome was quick to notice their missing party. “Where’s Sango and Kirara?”
“They went to go get water.” Shippo said, while wobbling over toward the pile of wood Miroku had already started, depositing the small quantity of sticks he’d gathered himself.
“Oh! There’s a river near by?” the futuristic miko exclaimed in excitement. “Inuyasha, could you-” She never got to finish.
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to-”
“Keh, forget it.” he interrupted again. “I ain’t goin’ fishin’. Don’t feel like it.” At her pouty bottom lip, he merely crossed his arms, adopting a scowl of his own to show that he meant business. “You’ve got plenty of food in that bag of yours, we’ll eat that.”
Grumbling as she began going through said backpack, she couldn’t help but to retort, “It’s not healthy to eat ramen every meal, you know.”
“Keh.”
“If Inuyasha gets ramen, I get pocky!” Shippo declared, already imaging the wonder that would be to have his favorite ninja snack tantalize his taste buds twice in one day.
“Not tonight Shippo,” Kagome answered, deflating his happy bubble. “You already had some earlier.” she explained.
“But-”
“She said no, brat!”
“Why are you always so mean?”
“Feh, why are you always so ugly?”
Ignoring the hanyou’s last remark, Shippo hopped onto his ‘mother’s’ shoulder, adopting his cutest, doey-eyed puppy face. “Please….”
Smirking at the boy’s antics, Kagome couldn’t help but shake her head in amusement. She was never good at staying too strict, especially when he threw that face at her, so it wasn’t long before she caved. “Just one piece”.
“Yay!” he cheered as he dove inside Kagome’s bag headfirst.
Unfortunately, Inuyasha had missed Kagome’s retraction on the kit’s diet restrictions, having been momentarily distracted by grumbling to himself while attempting to light their camp fire. Seeing the kit make his nosedive into Kagome’s backpack, he quickly snatched the boy up by his tail. Shippo emerged from Kagome’s bag clinging onto the small box of pocky as if it were as precious as the Shikon no Tama itself.
“What do you think you’re doing, brat?” he snarled, not at all in the mood.
“Kagome said I could!” the fox cub defended, tightening his grip on his treasure even more.
“Not likely.” the hanyou dismissed, before attempting to snatch the box out of the kit’s hands
“She did too!” he yelled, before managing to squirm away from Inuyasha’s grasp.
The inu-hanyou was instantly in hot pursuit, and it wasn’t long before Kagome had a miniature riot on her hands. It didn’t help that Miroku was suddenly nowhere to be found, having disappeared into the forest in search of dry firewood, as most of what they’d found so far was too damp to light. Kagome yelled at both of them in vein to settle down, quickly pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. She supposed she could always say it, but she had been trying to be good with that command these last few months as her friendship with Inuyasha continued to grow. Things quickly went from bad to worse when Inuyasha successfully caught up with his prey, quickly claiming his prize.
“Give that back!” Shippo wailed as the older youkai took his box of pocky away.
“No way!” Inuyasha said in triumph, clutching his prize to his chest, even if he wasn’t all that fond of the stupid things.
“Kagome!” Shippo tried this time. “Make him give it back!”
“Feh! She ain’t gonna do no such thing!”
“You’re a bully!”
“Gotta problem with that?”
“Kagome!”
An exhausted sigh of exasperation could be heard before a large intake of breath, and then…“SIT!”
The battle between hanyou and kitsune came to a screeching halt upon Inuyasha’s face taking on a new battle with the ground. A battle the ground easily won. The boys had managed to gain a slight distance away from camp throughout the ruckus, so it took Kagome a moment to reach Inuyasha, who hadn’t moved a muscle during her trek, still laying face down where the spell had dropped him. However, she was approx. one and a half seconds too slow to reach him before the spell wore off, as before she could bend down to pick up the box of pocky Inuyasha still clutched in his hand, he suddenly rolled over onto his back, flinging the box of pocky onto his chest, gripping it with both hands. The initial reflex for this action had been due to him believing it was Shippo who was preparing to pry the pocky from his fingers, however, upon realizing it was actually Kagome, he still did not relinquish his claims.
“Inuyasha!” she snapped, stomping her foot. She supposed their childish antics had rubbed off on her. “Give me the pocky!”
“Oi wench!” he snapped himself, ignoring her demand. “Why’d you sit me?”
“Because you were being mean to Shippo!”
“But….” He looked at her, eyes widening slightly before narrowing again. “You told him he couldn’t have any pocky, and then he stole it, I was just trying to-”
“Well I changed my mind.” she interrupted, even though she felt a little guilty as she realized Inuyasha had only been trying to uphold her own discipline.
“Oi wench!”
“Stop calling me that!” she snapped, stomping her foot once more. Her guilt was instantly a thing of the past as she saw the smirk in his eyes.
“Fine….bitch….” he said with a crooked smile, one fang poking out. He knew the term didn’t really upset her all that much any more.
“Baka!” she laughed, as she proceeded to launch herself on top of him, pining him down with her body so that he couldn’t get up. It was his fault, after all, for having continued to lay on his back all this time.
“Now…” she started quietly, teasingly, before suddenly yelling “Give me the pocky!”
“Never!”
“Give it!”
“Make me!”
Their friendship had grown during her time in the feudal era, and while Kagome may wish that they were more than friends, she still cherished moments like these. At his words of challenge, she didn’t hesitate to latch her own hands onto the small box of pocky he held, fighting against his superior strength with all her might. It wasn’t long before she was wiggling and squirming, twisting and turning, trying to pry the box from Inuyasha’s grip without ripping the thin cardboard on his claws. Quite the challenge. Meanwhile, Shippo was watching from nearby with unbridled enthusiasm. If the box were to break open, he’d have to be quick to snatch up as many of the sticks as he could before they beat him too it. It would be like one of those foreign ‘piñata’ things that Kagome had told him about once.
The couple’s lighthearted antics came to an abrupt halt when Inuyasha’s face suddenly took on a rather disturbing expression. Kagome wasn’t sure she could place it, but he almost looked….scared? What could have possibly happened?
“K-Kagome….st-stop moving!”
“Huh?” Blinking to clear the fog of their earlier antics from her mind, she looked down to meet his eyes with her own. “What’s the matter?”
Looking into his eyes as she was, she was utterly shocked to see the look of panic reflected back to her in his gaze. He quickly released his hold on the box of pocky, placing each of his hands on the ground at his sides.
“G-Get up!” he demanded through a nervous stutter, his claws piercing the soft soil.
“Inuyasha?” she questioned. “What’s gotten into…” She let her question die on her lips as she suddenly felt his erection between her legs.
Looking over herself, she found that she was positioned quite awkwardly, sitting directly over his hardened member. A deep shade of red climbed up Kagome’s face like the mercury of a thermometer, and when she dared again meet Inuyasha’s eyes, she found that his face had vanished into the red of his fire-rat suikan, leaving only yellow eyes to blink at her in humiliation, toped by a silver/white mane. Turning to Shippo, who had noticed the two had stopped fighting over the box, but only thought it meant that Kagome had won, she quickly tossed him his prize, telling him to return to the campsite.
“Okay!” he joyfully yelled as he bounced off, already munching on three sticks.
Kagome knew she had to get up immediately, but just wanted to make sure that the child was out of view first. Looking back down at Inuyasha as if to signal she was standing up now, she was surprised to see how much stress he seemed to be under. He was not only still flushed, but sweating, and panting, squinting his eyes closed as hard as he could, while gripping the earth with his claws. Quickly, she threw herself to the side, sitting on the ground besides him.
“Inuyasha?”
“I...I'm sorry….” she barely heard him whisper.
She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He really didn’t need to apologize. She didn’t want to laugh; it was a bit funny, but also embarrassing, and perhaps for someone who’s had the life he’s had so far, humiliating? She hoped that this could one day become the sort of thing they ‘looked back on and laughed about’, and to be perfectly honest, she felt a little flattered. While these thoughts were running around in her head, he attempted to stammer to his feet, although she could see that he wasn’t doing too well. He was acting light headed and dizzy, which she supposed was to be expected, considering all of the blood in his body had relocated to one, very specific, location. A location whose presence could be seen quite clearly through his baggy hakama, which was precisely why Kagome knew she wanted to get Shippo out of there first.
She knew…knew she shouldn’t…but she couldn’t help but to look. He was really rather large, though his choice of garments left much to the imagination. An imagination she was quite sure would be haunting her while she tried to sleep that night. Inuyasha caught her stare, and seemed to take on a saddened expression. Did he honestly believe all those things about being a worthless, tainted half-breed? Did he truly believe himself to be disgusting in her eyes? If so, then he must’ve thought Kagome was mortified! Damn it, how does she tell him that she’s not turned off by him, without admitting that she’s turned on by him?
“Uhh….Inuyasha….I-”
"I’ ;m gonna…go catch those fish.” he interrupted.
Before she could even open her mouth to speak again, he leapt into the air and landed several yards away, running in a mad dash towards the river. He only prayed that Sango wouldn’t still be gathering water when he arrived. She wasn’t, as she and Miroku were back at the campsite, with a very happy kitsune who’d consumed nearly the entire box of pocky by the time Kagome returned.
“Shippo! I told you just one!” she scolded, really starting to regret ever having sat Inuyasha in the first place over this mess.
“But we’re just eating ramen.” he explained away with a child’s logic. “I won’t spoil my dinner, I’m always still hungry after the ramen anyway.”
“Actually…” she started hesitantly, not sure how to go about bringing this up. “Inuyasha went to catch some fish, after all.”
“He did?” asked Sango. Kirara even perked up from her resting place at the mention of delicous seafood.
“Yeah.”
Since nobody else was aware of anything that had taken place since they’d left for their tasks, and Shippo only knew of the pocky fight, Kagome thought it definitely best if certain details over how she managed to convince Inuyasha to go fishing remained secret.
It usually didn’t take Inuyasha very long to catch some fish; it was something that he was exceptionally good at. So after a while, when Miroku and Sango both started commenting as to what could be taking so long, Kagome decided to volunteer to go and find him. She offered a lame excuse that there was probably not many fish in that particular part of the river, and so perhaps he went either up or down stream, or took to hunting game in the forest, but she was in truth worried that he might be sulking somewhere, in a totally unnecessary and uncalled for depression. She wasn’t sure what she could, or should say, to help lift his spirits after what’d happened, but she knew that it was her responsibility to say something.
Though Kagome was not an expert tracker, and lacked a keen sense of smell, finding Inuyasha proved remarkably easier than she feared it would be, as she was able to quickly find his footprints in the soft muddy soil, which headed straight towards the sounds of the river. She wasn’t necessarily trying to be quiet, but the damp ground did make for a softer approach, lacking in snapping twigs or crunching leaves. After she was almost within view of the river, she thought she heard Inuyasha’s voice, and it sounded as though he was muttering something to himself, most likely cursing himself for what had happened, she assumed.
“Damn it Kagome…” she heard.
Now wait a minute, she thought. What did I do? Besides straddle his crotch. Oh yeah…
“Why do you have to smell so fucking good…” she heard next.
What the hell?!
Now she was trying to be quiet, and even tried to stay down wind, as she silently hastened her approach. Peering through the brush, she could see the river, with a few freshly caught fish laying out in a row. But no Inuyasha…where was he? Upon hearing a sudden growl coming from more to the right, she leaned out further, and glimpsed over at a figure that appeared to be clad in fire-rat fur. Or at least partially clad in fire-rat fur. Readjusting her position so fewer branches obstructed her vision, she found an excellent vantage point for what she soon realized was peeping! It was Inuyasha all right; thank the gods that he had his back to her. He was still wearing his suikan and kosode, not that they covered very much, with the way he had the robes gathered up at his waist. Oh, his back was fully clothed, but that wasn’t the issue, as she could quite clearly see flesh where his hakama should be. That garment in question currently resting bunched up around his feet.
Oh my GOD! He’s…he’s…I shouldn’t watch this!
Kagome quickly found herself fighting an inner battle, and losing. She knew she mustn’t stay, mustn’t look; she had to get back to camp, now. But…but his body was soooooo, Mmmmm. No…this was wrong. This was what she and Sango always got mad at them for doing, she thought. It was no use, though, she wasn’t listening to herself, and the half of her that was ignoring her other half found that it was listening in on Inuyasha’s exclamations…most of which were actually non-verbal, accompanied by moans of her own name, which made a whole new type of heat rise to her face.
Great…now I’m horny…she mused. At least a lady has some measure of self-control, she thought. She would wait until everyone else was asleep before, you know… In the two years she’d traveled with Inuyasha, she’d done ‘things’ while keeping him in her thoughts, on more than a few occasions, actually. But she had no idea that he also…
“Mmm Kago-ugn Ahhhhh!”
Oh god! He’s cum! And I’m still here! I need to get back to camp before he sees me!
But apparently during the previous night’s drizzle, the clouds decided to circle around the spot which she now stood, sparing one single twig from a moonlit soaking, the very same twig that Kagome’s right foot now managed to find at that precise moment.
*snap*
“….fuck....”
Whether it was the sound of a snapping twig that indicated anyone’s presence, or the immediately following whisper of a curses by none other than pure innocent Kagome, that made Inuyasha’s face the brightest, no one knows for sure. What we do know is the immediate after math of said noises, which resulted in a very frozen hanyou, meeting the gaze of a very embarrassed miko, who once again, against her better judgment, could not resist the temptation to look. It was only then that Inuyasha realized he still had his hakama around his ankles. As if his higher brain functions had ceased to operate, he simply bent down and pulled them up, retying them on autopilot, although his face did reveal how low he was feeling with himself at the moment. As for Kagome, she couldn’t think straight. Her heart was pounding and her mind was racing. She was disgusted with herself for being a hentai peeping tom; that’s precisely what she was. Yet…if she had to do it all over again, the only thing she would change would be where she placed that damn foot of hers. He was so…soooo…Mmmmmm. She couldn’t think! She had to get out of there before he reamed her a new one. She was certain she was in trouble big time, and she couldn’t blame him; she knew how she’d react if he caught her doing what she’d just witnessed. Without running the repercussions of what thoughts he might draw from her action through her frazzled mind, she bolted, taking off straight back to camp.
Oh gods, oh gods, oh GODS! This isn’t happening! she chanted in her mind, I did not just watch Inuyasha masturbate!
Yes you did, her wicked brain decided to argue. You watched. You stared while he jacked off, and he CAUGHT you!!!!
“Noooo!” she cried aloud, even though she knew her inner conscious was right.
“Kagome?” voiced a worried Miroku. “What’s wrong?” he asked, as a yelling Kagome came barreling into camp, flushed and panting.
“Did you see a youkai?” asked Sango. “Where’s Inuyasha?” she asked next, already picking up her Hiraikotsu.
Kirara was starting to get herself ready as well, but one whiff in Kagome’s direction assured the neko that there was no danger. Her human companions didn’t notice her calm stature, though, as their eyes remained fixed on the panting miko.
“Inuyasha?” Kagome echoed between heavy breaths. “Oh…*pant* no…*pant* he’s…*pant* he’s fine. Everything’s fine…*pant* he’s uh…*pant* still catching fish.”
“Why did you run back here in such a panic then?” questioned an unbelieving Miroku.
“Ummmm…”
“Because there was a youkai, but I already killed it.” announced an arriving hanyou, arms full of fish.
“Must you always take these things on by yourself, Inuyasha?” Miroku lectured. “Just know you need not feel obligated to do so, we are happy to help when it is needed.”
“Keh” was his noncommittal reply.
Kirara just rolled her eyes.
Good, Kagome thought, at least they believed him. While she had missed the amused glint in Kirara’s eyes, she wasn’t so naïve as to believe the nekomata would be unable to smell what had happened, but just so long as their two human companions remained in the dark, that was all she could honestly hope for. She was momentarily worried about Shippo, but the kit was apparently too young to understand, or even notice, as all he kept asking was how long before dinner was ready.
As she sat down by the campfire to prepare the fish, she was careful not to meet Inuyasha’s gaze. Shippo, being the bottomless pit that he was, had no trouble putting away his fish even after polishing off the entire box of pocky. Kagome dared to look up at Inuyasha a few times, only to discover that he had been looking at her, and quickly turned away upon their eyes briefly meeting. She knew she was being foolish, but she just couldn’t bare to meet his eyes for the time being. She couldn’t risk discovering what troubling emotions his orbs would reveal. Was he angry with her? Disgusted with her? Humiliated? It was too much to fathom.
Fortunately, for both of them, Miroku and Sango were both too busy enjoying their own dinners to notice the exchange. Kirara had sent them curious glances a few times, which succeeded in making the miko feel even more uncomfortable, but Inuyasha was either oblivious to the neko’s scrutiny, or was deliberately ignoring her. The hanyou also had no problems eating, and was rapidly putting away his own fish. Kagome supposed the instinct to eat when food was available was buried deeply within his psyche, not about to let him starve, regardless of the situation. She honestly wished that she possessed the same instinct, but as it was, Kagome found that her mind was just too preoccupied, and despite how hungry she had been earlier that evening, her appetite was simply gone. She was certain that Inuyasha was furious with her, and feared that things wouldn’t be the same between them for quite some time. She was quickly worrying herself sick over it. She’d have to talk to him, apologize to him, try to make it up to him, even if it meant letting him peak at her in return. Fair was fair, after all. The passing thought of Inuyasha seeing her naked made her body shiver, in a good way. He’d seen her naked before, of course, but when she wasn’t expecting it, and the sudden realization of being spied upon killed any possibility for a romantic atmosphere at those times. Then again, at least the fact that he was spying proved that he was attracted to her, didn’t it? Not to mention the fact that he copped a boner when she was sitting on his lap. Hmmm, maybe he would realize that the reason she was looking was because she, too, liked what she saw. No, Inuyasha wasn’t that apt at putting two and two together. She’d better make sure she cleared the air tonight; it wasn’t a talk she was looking forward to.
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Inuyasha, and the characters therein, are the property of Rumiko Takahashi. I am in no way affiliated with Takahashi, or VIZ Productions.
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A/N:
This story has undergone a tremendous metamorphosis. Once upon a time, it was only a five chapter PWP based on the cliché notion of “mating season”, hence the title. Shortly afterwards, I had received some requests to continue the story, and eventually, without really having any specific ideas in mind for how I would one day conclude the tale, I began my own journey, by sending Kagome and Inuyasha on theirs. To paraphrase an ancient proverb, the journey of a hundred chapters starts with a single keystroke, and now, nearly two and a half years later, I’m proud to say it was worth every minute!
For nostalgic reasons, I’ve saved the original story summary, since I’ve since changed the summary to boast my hard earned accomplishment.
This was the original summary…
It’s Springtime in the Feudal Era, nature’s mating season. Will Inuyasha be able to control himself during this torment, or will Kagome have to take matters into her own hands? (pun intended)
New A/N as of 11/30/09...
I have attached a "Family Tree" graphic to this story, but it is meant to be viewed after reading the story itself. If you peak at the JPG in advance, you will be giving yourself some spoilers, of a sort. Be warned.
New A/N as of 05/13/12...
Winner!! I'm happy to announce this story has won three separate awards for Feudal Association's 1st quarter of 2012!
1st Place Best Lemon - specifically chapter 9.
1st Place Tie for Best In-character - Inuyasha.
2nd Place Best AU/AR - it's funny how one year's divergence becomes next year's AR, LOL, but this story definitely deviates from the canon, so I'll take it!
Chapter 1 – Caught with his pants down
“Hurry up you two!”
That was a switch, Sango actually telling Inuyasha to hurry up. It was all Kagome’s fault; she just had to bring that stupid iron cart with her. Then again, it was probably a good thing she wasn’t riding on his back for the time being…all things considered.
Still, one must save face.
“Feh!” Turning to glare at the miko in question, Inuyasha asked with rapidly vacating patience “Why don’t you ride that thing instead of pushing it?”
“It has a flat tire.” was her dejected reply.
“Again?”
Kagome sighed; her bike did get flat tires fairly often. She should probably stop bringing it, or at least invest in some sealant and a portable hand pump.
“This looks like a good spot to make camp.” proclaimed Miroku, as he, Sango and Shippo took in the sight of a decent sized clearing. “It’s close to the river, yet the trees ensure cover from the cool breeze.” he stated, as he and the kitsune cub began gathering firewood. Nodding her agreement, Sango went down to the said nearby river to fetch water, her neko companion accompanying her.
Moments after her departure, Miroku and Shippo were joined by a bitter hanyou and panting miko.
“How nice of you to join us.” he greeted behind a smirk.
“Can it, monk” came the quip reply.
Glancing around, Kagome was quick to notice their missing party. “Where’s Sango and Kirara?”
“They went to go get water.” Shippo said, while wobbling over toward the pile of wood Miroku had already started, depositing the small quantity of sticks he’d gathered himself.
“Oh! There’s a river near by?” the futuristic miko exclaimed in excitement. “Inuyasha, could you-” She never got to finish.
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to-”
“Keh, forget it.” he interrupted again. “I ain’t goin’ fishin’. Don’t feel like it.” At her pouty bottom lip, he merely crossed his arms, adopting a scowl of his own to show that he meant business. “You’ve got plenty of food in that bag of yours, we’ll eat that.”
Grumbling as she began going through said backpack, she couldn’t help but to retort, “It’s not healthy to eat ramen every meal, you know.”
“Keh.”
“If Inuyasha gets ramen, I get pocky!” Shippo declared, already imaging the wonder that would be to have his favorite ninja snack tantalize his taste buds twice in one day.
“Not tonight Shippo,” Kagome answered, deflating his happy bubble. “You already had some earlier.” she explained.
“But-”
“She said no, brat!”
“Why are you always so mean?”
“Feh, why are you always so ugly?”
Ignoring the hanyou’s last remark, Shippo hopped onto his ‘mother’s’ shoulder, adopting his cutest, doey-eyed puppy face. “Please….”
Smirking at the boy’s antics, Kagome couldn’t help but shake her head in amusement. She was never good at staying too strict, especially when he threw that face at her, so it wasn’t long before she caved. “Just one piece”.
“Yay!” he cheered as he dove inside Kagome’s bag headfirst.
Unfortunately, Inuyasha had missed Kagome’s retraction on the kit’s diet restrictions, having been momentarily distracted by grumbling to himself while attempting to light their camp fire. Seeing the kit make his nosedive into Kagome’s backpack, he quickly snatched the boy up by his tail. Shippo emerged from Kagome’s bag clinging onto the small box of pocky as if it were as precious as the Shikon no Tama itself.
“What do you think you’re doing, brat?” he snarled, not at all in the mood.
“Kagome said I could!” the fox cub defended, tightening his grip on his treasure even more.
“Not likely.” the hanyou dismissed, before attempting to snatch the box out of the kit’s hands
“She did too!” he yelled, before managing to squirm away from Inuyasha’s grasp.
The inu-hanyou was instantly in hot pursuit, and it wasn’t long before Kagome had a miniature riot on her hands. It didn’t help that Miroku was suddenly nowhere to be found, having disappeared into the forest in search of dry firewood, as most of what they’d found so far was too damp to light. Kagome yelled at both of them in vein to settle down, quickly pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. She supposed she could always say it, but she had been trying to be good with that command these last few months as her friendship with Inuyasha continued to grow. Things quickly went from bad to worse when Inuyasha successfully caught up with his prey, quickly claiming his prize.
“Give that back!” Shippo wailed as the older youkai took his box of pocky away.
“No way!” Inuyasha said in triumph, clutching his prize to his chest, even if he wasn’t all that fond of the stupid things.
“Kagome!” Shippo tried this time. “Make him give it back!”
“Feh! She ain’t gonna do no such thing!”
“You’re a bully!”
“Gotta problem with that?”
“Kagome!”
An exhausted sigh of exasperation could be heard before a large intake of breath, and then…“SIT!”
The battle between hanyou and kitsune came to a screeching halt upon Inuyasha’s face taking on a new battle with the ground. A battle the ground easily won. The boys had managed to gain a slight distance away from camp throughout the ruckus, so it took Kagome a moment to reach Inuyasha, who hadn’t moved a muscle during her trek, still laying face down where the spell had dropped him. However, she was approx. one and a half seconds too slow to reach him before the spell wore off, as before she could bend down to pick up the box of pocky Inuyasha still clutched in his hand, he suddenly rolled over onto his back, flinging the box of pocky onto his chest, gripping it with both hands. The initial reflex for this action had been due to him believing it was Shippo who was preparing to pry the pocky from his fingers, however, upon realizing it was actually Kagome, he still did not relinquish his claims.
“Inuyasha!” she snapped, stomping her foot. She supposed their childish antics had rubbed off on her. “Give me the pocky!”
“Oi wench!” he snapped himself, ignoring her demand. “Why’d you sit me?”
“Because you were being mean to Shippo!”
“But….” He looked at her, eyes widening slightly before narrowing again. “You told him he couldn’t have any pocky, and then he stole it, I was just trying to-”
“Well I changed my mind.” she interrupted, even though she felt a little guilty as she realized Inuyasha had only been trying to uphold her own discipline.
“Oi wench!”
“Stop calling me that!” she snapped, stomping her foot once more. Her guilt was instantly a thing of the past as she saw the smirk in his eyes.
“Fine….bitch….” he said with a crooked smile, one fang poking out. He knew the term didn’t really upset her all that much any more.
“Baka!” she laughed, as she proceeded to launch herself on top of him, pining him down with her body so that he couldn’t get up. It was his fault, after all, for having continued to lay on his back all this time.
“Now…” she started quietly, teasingly, before suddenly yelling “Give me the pocky!”
“Never!”
“Give it!”
“Make me!”
Their friendship had grown during her time in the feudal era, and while Kagome may wish that they were more than friends, she still cherished moments like these. At his words of challenge, she didn’t hesitate to latch her own hands onto the small box of pocky he held, fighting against his superior strength with all her might. It wasn’t long before she was wiggling and squirming, twisting and turning, trying to pry the box from Inuyasha’s grip without ripping the thin cardboard on his claws. Quite the challenge. Meanwhile, Shippo was watching from nearby with unbridled enthusiasm. If the box were to break open, he’d have to be quick to snatch up as many of the sticks as he could before they beat him too it. It would be like one of those foreign ‘piñata’ things that Kagome had told him about once.
The couple’s lighthearted antics came to an abrupt halt when Inuyasha’s face suddenly took on a rather disturbing expression. Kagome wasn’t sure she could place it, but he almost looked….scared? What could have possibly happened?
“K-Kagome….st-stop moving!”
“Huh?” Blinking to clear the fog of their earlier antics from her mind, she looked down to meet his eyes with her own. “What’s the matter?”
Looking into his eyes as she was, she was utterly shocked to see the look of panic reflected back to her in his gaze. He quickly released his hold on the box of pocky, placing each of his hands on the ground at his sides.
“G-Get up!” he demanded through a nervous stutter, his claws piercing the soft soil.
“Inuyasha?” she questioned. “What’s gotten into…” She let her question die on her lips as she suddenly felt his erection between her legs.
Looking over herself, she found that she was positioned quite awkwardly, sitting directly over his hardened member. A deep shade of red climbed up Kagome’s face like the mercury of a thermometer, and when she dared again meet Inuyasha’s eyes, she found that his face had vanished into the red of his fire-rat suikan, leaving only yellow eyes to blink at her in humiliation, toped by a silver/white mane. Turning to Shippo, who had noticed the two had stopped fighting over the box, but only thought it meant that Kagome had won, she quickly tossed him his prize, telling him to return to the campsite.
“Okay!” he joyfully yelled as he bounced off, already munching on three sticks.
Kagome knew she had to get up immediately, but just wanted to make sure that the child was out of view first. Looking back down at Inuyasha as if to signal she was standing up now, she was surprised to see how much stress he seemed to be under. He was not only still flushed, but sweating, and panting, squinting his eyes closed as hard as he could, while gripping the earth with his claws. Quickly, she threw herself to the side, sitting on the ground besides him.
“Inuyasha?”
“I...I'm sorry….” she barely heard him whisper.
She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He really didn’t need to apologize. She didn’t want to laugh; it was a bit funny, but also embarrassing, and perhaps for someone who’s had the life he’s had so far, humiliating? She hoped that this could one day become the sort of thing they ‘looked back on and laughed about’, and to be perfectly honest, she felt a little flattered. While these thoughts were running around in her head, he attempted to stammer to his feet, although she could see that he wasn’t doing too well. He was acting light headed and dizzy, which she supposed was to be expected, considering all of the blood in his body had relocated to one, very specific, location. A location whose presence could be seen quite clearly through his baggy hakama, which was precisely why Kagome knew she wanted to get Shippo out of there first.
She knew…knew she shouldn’t…but she couldn’t help but to look. He was really rather large, though his choice of garments left much to the imagination. An imagination she was quite sure would be haunting her while she tried to sleep that night. Inuyasha caught her stare, and seemed to take on a saddened expression. Did he honestly believe all those things about being a worthless, tainted half-breed? Did he truly believe himself to be disgusting in her eyes? If so, then he must’ve thought Kagome was mortified! Damn it, how does she tell him that she’s not turned off by him, without admitting that she’s turned on by him?
“Uhh….Inuyasha….I-”
"I’ ;m gonna…go catch those fish.” he interrupted.
Before she could even open her mouth to speak again, he leapt into the air and landed several yards away, running in a mad dash towards the river. He only prayed that Sango wouldn’t still be gathering water when he arrived. She wasn’t, as she and Miroku were back at the campsite, with a very happy kitsune who’d consumed nearly the entire box of pocky by the time Kagome returned.
“Shippo! I told you just one!” she scolded, really starting to regret ever having sat Inuyasha in the first place over this mess.
“But we’re just eating ramen.” he explained away with a child’s logic. “I won’t spoil my dinner, I’m always still hungry after the ramen anyway.”
“Actually…” she started hesitantly, not sure how to go about bringing this up. “Inuyasha went to catch some fish, after all.”
“He did?” asked Sango. Kirara even perked up from her resting place at the mention of delicous seafood.
“Yeah.”
Since nobody else was aware of anything that had taken place since they’d left for their tasks, and Shippo only knew of the pocky fight, Kagome thought it definitely best if certain details over how she managed to convince Inuyasha to go fishing remained secret.
It usually didn’t take Inuyasha very long to catch some fish; it was something that he was exceptionally good at. So after a while, when Miroku and Sango both started commenting as to what could be taking so long, Kagome decided to volunteer to go and find him. She offered a lame excuse that there was probably not many fish in that particular part of the river, and so perhaps he went either up or down stream, or took to hunting game in the forest, but she was in truth worried that he might be sulking somewhere, in a totally unnecessary and uncalled for depression. She wasn’t sure what she could, or should say, to help lift his spirits after what’d happened, but she knew that it was her responsibility to say something.
Though Kagome was not an expert tracker, and lacked a keen sense of smell, finding Inuyasha proved remarkably easier than she feared it would be, as she was able to quickly find his footprints in the soft muddy soil, which headed straight towards the sounds of the river. She wasn’t necessarily trying to be quiet, but the damp ground did make for a softer approach, lacking in snapping twigs or crunching leaves. After she was almost within view of the river, she thought she heard Inuyasha’s voice, and it sounded as though he was muttering something to himself, most likely cursing himself for what had happened, she assumed.
“Damn it Kagome…” she heard.
Now wait a minute, she thought. What did I do? Besides straddle his crotch. Oh yeah…
“Why do you have to smell so fucking good…” she heard next.
What the hell?!
Now she was trying to be quiet, and even tried to stay down wind, as she silently hastened her approach. Peering through the brush, she could see the river, with a few freshly caught fish laying out in a row. But no Inuyasha…where was he? Upon hearing a sudden growl coming from more to the right, she leaned out further, and glimpsed over at a figure that appeared to be clad in fire-rat fur. Or at least partially clad in fire-rat fur. Readjusting her position so fewer branches obstructed her vision, she found an excellent vantage point for what she soon realized was peeping! It was Inuyasha all right; thank the gods that he had his back to her. He was still wearing his suikan and kosode, not that they covered very much, with the way he had the robes gathered up at his waist. Oh, his back was fully clothed, but that wasn’t the issue, as she could quite clearly see flesh where his hakama should be. That garment in question currently resting bunched up around his feet.
Oh my GOD! He’s…he’s…I shouldn’t watch this!
Kagome quickly found herself fighting an inner battle, and losing. She knew she mustn’t stay, mustn’t look; she had to get back to camp, now. But…but his body was soooooo, Mmmmm. No…this was wrong. This was what she and Sango always got mad at them for doing, she thought. It was no use, though, she wasn’t listening to herself, and the half of her that was ignoring her other half found that it was listening in on Inuyasha’s exclamations…most of which were actually non-verbal, accompanied by moans of her own name, which made a whole new type of heat rise to her face.
Great…now I’m horny…she mused. At least a lady has some measure of self-control, she thought. She would wait until everyone else was asleep before, you know… In the two years she’d traveled with Inuyasha, she’d done ‘things’ while keeping him in her thoughts, on more than a few occasions, actually. But she had no idea that he also…
“Mmm Kago-ugn Ahhhhh!”
Oh god! He’s cum! And I’m still here! I need to get back to camp before he sees me!
But apparently during the previous night’s drizzle, the clouds decided to circle around the spot which she now stood, sparing one single twig from a moonlit soaking, the very same twig that Kagome’s right foot now managed to find at that precise moment.
*snap*
“….fuck....”
Whether it was the sound of a snapping twig that indicated anyone’s presence, or the immediately following whisper of a curses by none other than pure innocent Kagome, that made Inuyasha’s face the brightest, no one knows for sure. What we do know is the immediate after math of said noises, which resulted in a very frozen hanyou, meeting the gaze of a very embarrassed miko, who once again, against her better judgment, could not resist the temptation to look. It was only then that Inuyasha realized he still had his hakama around his ankles. As if his higher brain functions had ceased to operate, he simply bent down and pulled them up, retying them on autopilot, although his face did reveal how low he was feeling with himself at the moment. As for Kagome, she couldn’t think straight. Her heart was pounding and her mind was racing. She was disgusted with herself for being a hentai peeping tom; that’s precisely what she was. Yet…if she had to do it all over again, the only thing she would change would be where she placed that damn foot of hers. He was so…soooo…Mmmmmm. She couldn’t think! She had to get out of there before he reamed her a new one. She was certain she was in trouble big time, and she couldn’t blame him; she knew how she’d react if he caught her doing what she’d just witnessed. Without running the repercussions of what thoughts he might draw from her action through her frazzled mind, she bolted, taking off straight back to camp.
Oh gods, oh gods, oh GODS! This isn’t happening! she chanted in her mind, I did not just watch Inuyasha masturbate!
Yes you did, her wicked brain decided to argue. You watched. You stared while he jacked off, and he CAUGHT you!!!!
“Noooo!” she cried aloud, even though she knew her inner conscious was right.
“Kagome?” voiced a worried Miroku. “What’s wrong?” he asked, as a yelling Kagome came barreling into camp, flushed and panting.
“Did you see a youkai?” asked Sango. “Where’s Inuyasha?” she asked next, already picking up her Hiraikotsu.
Kirara was starting to get herself ready as well, but one whiff in Kagome’s direction assured the neko that there was no danger. Her human companions didn’t notice her calm stature, though, as their eyes remained fixed on the panting miko.
“Inuyasha?” Kagome echoed between heavy breaths. “Oh…*pant* no…*pant* he’s…*pant* he’s fine. Everything’s fine…*pant* he’s uh…*pant* still catching fish.”
“Why did you run back here in such a panic then?” questioned an unbelieving Miroku.
“Ummmm…”
“Because there was a youkai, but I already killed it.” announced an arriving hanyou, arms full of fish.
“Must you always take these things on by yourself, Inuyasha?” Miroku lectured. “Just know you need not feel obligated to do so, we are happy to help when it is needed.”
“Keh” was his noncommittal reply.
Kirara just rolled her eyes.
Good, Kagome thought, at least they believed him. While she had missed the amused glint in Kirara’s eyes, she wasn’t so naïve as to believe the nekomata would be unable to smell what had happened, but just so long as their two human companions remained in the dark, that was all she could honestly hope for. She was momentarily worried about Shippo, but the kit was apparently too young to understand, or even notice, as all he kept asking was how long before dinner was ready.
As she sat down by the campfire to prepare the fish, she was careful not to meet Inuyasha’s gaze. Shippo, being the bottomless pit that he was, had no trouble putting away his fish even after polishing off the entire box of pocky. Kagome dared to look up at Inuyasha a few times, only to discover that he had been looking at her, and quickly turned away upon their eyes briefly meeting. She knew she was being foolish, but she just couldn’t bare to meet his eyes for the time being. She couldn’t risk discovering what troubling emotions his orbs would reveal. Was he angry with her? Disgusted with her? Humiliated? It was too much to fathom.
Fortunately, for both of them, Miroku and Sango were both too busy enjoying their own dinners to notice the exchange. Kirara had sent them curious glances a few times, which succeeded in making the miko feel even more uncomfortable, but Inuyasha was either oblivious to the neko’s scrutiny, or was deliberately ignoring her. The hanyou also had no problems eating, and was rapidly putting away his own fish. Kagome supposed the instinct to eat when food was available was buried deeply within his psyche, not about to let him starve, regardless of the situation. She honestly wished that she possessed the same instinct, but as it was, Kagome found that her mind was just too preoccupied, and despite how hungry she had been earlier that evening, her appetite was simply gone. She was certain that Inuyasha was furious with her, and feared that things wouldn’t be the same between them for quite some time. She was quickly worrying herself sick over it. She’d have to talk to him, apologize to him, try to make it up to him, even if it meant letting him peak at her in return. Fair was fair, after all. The passing thought of Inuyasha seeing her naked made her body shiver, in a good way. He’d seen her naked before, of course, but when she wasn’t expecting it, and the sudden realization of being spied upon killed any possibility for a romantic atmosphere at those times. Then again, at least the fact that he was spying proved that he was attracted to her, didn’t it? Not to mention the fact that he copped a boner when she was sitting on his lap. Hmmm, maybe he would realize that the reason she was looking was because she, too, liked what she saw. No, Inuyasha wasn’t that apt at putting two and two together. She’d better make sure she cleared the air tonight; it wasn’t a talk she was looking forward to.
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