InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Act Two ❯ The Intermission ( Chapter 2 )

"Act Two"

-E. Marie

E-mail: Emw712@aol.com

January 20, 2004: There hasn't been a terrible amount of feedback thus far regarding the first installment, but my motto is: don't worry, get writing! So, here it is! As I have an innate distaste for disclaimers (springing from an innate laziness) I hereby declare that all of the characters of this work, (except for the few, minor peons I create for my own amusement) are not my original work! This is fanfiction! If I could have been the first to come up with the idea of a Japanese schoolgirl falling down a well and happening upon a hot, comatose half-demon, stuck to a tree…well, let's just say that disclaimers and car insurance wouldn't be much cause for concern. I don't own Inuyasha.

Chapter Two: The Intermission

Orange light of the sunset danced across the bodies of a man and a woman, lying content in the soft grass, resting almost innocently. One would have to say "almost", because even though these two were in a rather compromising position, they were completely clothed. Indeed, it was the man's hand, gloved in purple leather straps and encased with prayer beads, inching down the woman's lower back and reaching for the swell of her buttocks that drove away the tender image this scene originally presented. *sigh. With every action comes and equal and opposite-

WHAM! The sound of at least a hundred bounds of well-crafted demon bone cracking against human flesh and bone echoed throughout the surrounding forest, scaring away the array of disgustingly cute woodland creatures that had, a moment ago, been adding to the wonderful, romantic scene, now ruined by lechery.

"Sorry, Miroku-chan!" cried Sango, blushing as she tossed her over-sized weapon to the side in order to care for a rather dazed Miroku. "I forgot that I had promised to allow you such freedoms in private!"

With a grimace of pain that looked remarkably like a smirk, Miroku lightly stroked the growing bump on the top of his head.

"We all have our moments, my dear Sango-but I believe you know the only remedy for the wound you have inflicted on me-"

Slugging him playfully in the arm before wrapping her arms around his neck, Sango murmured, "Always a lecher, ne?" before depriving Miroku of his ability to breathe with her favorite and least violent method: a sweltering kiss.

Even Miroku, despite his lusty front, was never fully prepared for the depth of passion he felt in the moments he shared like this with Sango, away from the rest of their group of wanderers. Even though the danger of either of them losing their lives in battle (or Miroku suddenly being consumed by his kazaana), the pair had come to a mutual decision that they would not truly be united as a couple until the destruction of Naraku. There were just too many dangers, and with the final battle looming on the horizon, with victory so tangible, the warriors would need every hand available. This certainly meant no maternity leaves. Thankfully, this self-sacrificing pair was completely ignorant of exactly how far Inuyasha and Kagome's relationship had progressed, for it certainly would have made their own forbearance bittersweet. Nevertheless, local villagers had spotted one of Naraku's offspring but a few days before, and even though they were stopping at Kaede's village for supplies the next day, the final battle seemed to be at hand. But, hey, who's to stop lovers from a few kisses during peaceful interludes in the bushes?

`Besides', thought Miroku, as his hand slide possessively up Sango's silk-covered thigh, `with Naraku weakened and so close at hand, we'll be starting on those ten or twenty children in no time at-'

"SIT!!!!"

WHAM!

And the serenading birds were interrupted again. With a start, Miroku and Sango turned in the direction of camp, before bursting out in laughter.

"Some things never change", remarked Sango, as she began to straighten the collar of her casual kimono.

"Hai, and as much as I would like to tumble with you in the soft grass for the rest of the evening, my wanton lady, I fear that it is growing dark, and our compatriots are already back to their usual tricks". Miroku rose and offered Sango his hand to help her do the same, which she slapped aside, as any good demon slayer ought.

"Me! Wanton! Just wait until I fix my kimono which YOU wrinkled AGAIN, and I'll teach you the importance of being a gentleman!"

"Whatever you say…sexy!"

"OOOOOOH!!! I can't believe Kagome-chan taught you that word! I'll knock it right out of your head!" Sango scrambled for her weapon, as Miroku began to sprint toward the safety of camp, laughing all the way. As the all too familiar whiz of the Hiraikotsu grew closer and closer, Miroku could only chuckle to himself and think:

"Some things never change."

***

Red eyes slanted as they observed the antics of her mandated enemies from the sky. Clutching a small bag that glowed with a great spiritual power to her breast, where her heart should have been, the demoness circled the area once before heading to her ordered destination. After only a few moments, the end of her mission was in sight. Floating over the enchanted forest, tangled with centuries of dark growth, she could still clearly make out the shape of the ancient, magical well, even in the dying light of the sun. Knowing that she was being watched, even in her brief moments of reflection, she clutched that bag tighter and disappeared into the mists of the night, returning to her master, mission complete.

***

Even as she continued to scold Inuyasha for his cruel treatment of Shippou, Kagome couldn't help but shiver as she felt the immense power of what felt like hundreds of jewel shards appear and seemingly disappear in a matter of seconds. She turned to Inuyasha, to see if he had sensed anything odd, but the dog demon was too busy sulking and picking the compacted dirt out of his hair and mouth from that last round of "sits" to pay her any mind. Closing her eyes and concentrating her spiritual powers, as she had learned to do after years of hands-on training as a priestess, she searched for the shards that had set her senses on edge, but before she could form a clear image of the possessor of all those shards, the person (or demon, most likely) vanished in some kind of mist. Wrinkling her brow, Kagome couldn't help but feel uneasy that the mass of jewel shards had seemed to be so close to Kaede's village-

"Kagoooooomeeee!!!! I want some pocky!" wailed a tiny voice in her right ear. With an exasperated sigh, she shook the thoughts of the pieces of the Shikon no Tama from her mind. Her senses were still just that, senses, and any human sense can be misleading.

`I'm probably just tired,' she thought, as she dug through her massive pack, handing over another large bag of the desired chocolate treat to the delighted kitsune. As Shippou sucked delightedly on his treat, Kagome allowed her attention to wander again, until she was brought back to reality by the feeling of a warm hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, what's wrong, `Gome?" Inuyasha asked softly, running his claws lightly up and down her spin, a tried and true method for calming her nerves. Looking up into his concerned amber eyes, Kagome couldn't help the warmth that swelled in her heart as she saw that, even through his worries about her, love echoed deep with his eyes. Leaning softly against his frame with a contented sigh, she murmured, "Nothing, nothing at all."

Leaning closer to his woman, Inuyasha glanced around quickly to see if their were any spying eyes. Shippou was too absorbed with annihilating the earthly remains of his pocky treat to be aware of even the end of the world, but Kirara was crouched near the fire Inuyasha had just started, her eyes gleaming with feline mischief…but a steely glare in her direction was enough to make the cat demon almost roll her eyes (if cats could do such a thing) as she turned her head away. Free of the distractions of unwanted witnesses, Inuyasha leaned in closer to kiss Kagome lightly on her forehead and then her lips.

"And I'll try to keep it that way. I love you, Kagome."