InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bankotsu's Sensual Lessons ❯ Bankotsu's Mysterious Vixen Pt II ( Chapter 7 )
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By: kittyb78 
Bankotsu wakes to find his temptress gone and he's not happy about it.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.01.2010 | Updated On: 02.23.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 908 | Status: Completed
Bankotsu wakes to find his temptress gone and he's not happy about it.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.01.2010 | Updated On: 02.23.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 908 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters. They are the sole property of their wonderfully talented created Rumiko Takahashi. I am simply using them for my own twisted enjoyment. I do however own my naughty plot lines. XD
A/N: This is series of RANDOM ONE SHOTS, detailing all of our favorite mercenary leaders more sensual encounters and likely won't have any linking story to them- aside from Bankotsu's conquests.
Bankotsu's Mysterious Woman Pt. II
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"Stupid wench." He clenched his fists. 'How dare she run off on me?' A scowl crossed his face as he dressed and picked up his weapon. His heart felt strangely bereft at not seeing the beauty he'd spent the night sharing his body with, beside him upon waking.
Shoving the foreign sensation aside, he raised the weapon to his shoulder and turned his eyes back to the road. He didn't like the strange feeling in his gut and grew angered by the unwanted emotion and the disappearance of his mysterious vixen.
He growled and started off down the path, forcing the beauty from his mind. His eyes focused on the tiny dirt and twig strewn path through the forest.
He sighed glaring up at the sun that was beginning to rise in the sky, painting it an annoying shade of orange. He despised orange. Orange meant fire, and fire meant the death of loved ones.
He ran a hand down his face and sighed. Despite his wishes not to, his mind returned to the mysterious woman whose body he had enjoyed the previous night. 'Why am I getting so worked up over a missing woman?'
He snorted derisively. "It's not like she was anything special." His usually blackened heart cried out, 'But she was special. She was ours.'
He chuckled humorlessly and corrected, "Lie, she was never ours." A smirk filtered across his lips. 'But I was her first.' His penis twitched while images of how hot and welcoming her body had been played through his mind.
As feelings began to stir in his groin, he stared down at this hakamas. "Oi! Don't you even start!" He glared at his wayward arousal which was trying to jump back to life. His scowl intensified. He felt the twitching stop and his dick fell limp again.
He gave a firm nod. 'That's better.' He returned his attention back to the road. "I need some sake." His taste buds began salivating at the thought of the spicy brew.
His stomach rumbled a protest. He rolled his eyes. "Alright fine, some food and sake." His stomach gurgled in approval.
'Stupid body.' His nose twitched as a tantalizing aroma of roasted meat and savory spices teased his nostrils. His stomach of course, voiced its anticipation.
He sniffed again and stopped. Feeling the hunger pains wracking his stomach he huffed and changed his course, allowing his nose to lead him.
He followed the teasing aroma into the bushes and spread the foliage. His eyes widened when he saw the simple log cabin. It was simple, with small shutters over the windows. He blinked and the shutter pushed open.
He rubbed his eyes. 'What the hell? Since when does anyone live out here?'
--
Good morning sunshine.
The birds are singing.
The sky is clear.
--
He recognized that voice. 'Hey it's the girl from last night.' His heart rate increased as he watched her flutter about over next to the small fire, evidently cooking something.
His stomached growled and his mouth watered as the roasting carrots and potatoes became evident as well.
--
It's such a lovely day,
For happy feelings.
Oh how I miss you dear.
--
The hunger inside his stomach had his feet propelling him through the brush and towards the fire. "Oi! You've got some nerve taking off like that."
She blinked and then spun around and greeted, "Oh Good morning."
He snorted. He opened his mouth to let her have a piece of his mind, over her disappearing act, but was cut off by a loud rumbling from his stomach. His cheeks flushed.
She grinned. "Hungry are you?" An approving smile crossed her face as she thought, 'Well it's not surprising working up an appetite like that. Especially considering how active he was last night.'
His face became redder as his stomach answered for him.
A soft chuckle filled the air and her hand waved to indicate the pot. "You're welcome to join me of course."
He shifted the weapon to stand it upright on the ground beside him. "So why did you take off?" He stared at her with his foot tapping as he awaited her answer.
She blinked at the harshness of his tone. "I needed to return and start breakfast." Her eyes feel to the ground and she moved away. "I also had other chores to attend."
He frowned. "Why didn't you wait until I woke up?"
She straightened her shoulders and placed her hands on her hips. "I wasn't aware that I now answered to you." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and flounced towards the cabin, to retrieve the dishes.
His eyes narrowed at her retreating back and his jaw clenched. "Well you do!"
She spun on her heel. "Excuse me?" Her eyes narrowed at him. "Just when the hell did you become my keeper?"
He huffed and planted a hand on his hip, staring her down. "Since last night."
She snorted and resumed her path inside.
"Oi! I'm talking to you."
She scoffed. "You are?" She gathered the dishes and carried them outside.
His eyes narrowed. "Hai I am."
She shook her head and faced him, eyes blazing with fire. "Now you listen to me pal," She poked his chest. "I don't answer to you." She leaned close to his face and rose on her tip toes. "I don't answer to any man. Got that?"
He snagged her waist pulling her against him and a smirk crossed his lips. "You do now." His eyes spoke volumes about how serious he was.
She shoved against his chest and huffed, "Bullshit!" and flounced off towards the fire.
Chuckling, he followed her, carrying his weapon.
She huffed as she filled the bowls and laced his on the ground in front of where he was already sitting Indian style.
She took her own bowl and sat with the fire between them. He raised a brow and then picked up his bowl and started shoveling the yummy stew into his mouth.
She blinked a few times and then slowly ate her food.
He stood up and helped himself to more food.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye, while eating her food. Not sure what to make of the man before her.
Last night he'd shown the same veracity in the way he'd satisfied both of their body's needs. After their first encounter in the hot spring, he'd been tender, but passionate.
Her body hummed with how well sated she'd felt as she had fallen asleep in his arms. She'd judged his demeanor by how thorough he'd been last night with her body.
He wasn't the gentle type, but she hadn't thought he'd be so obstinate either. The way he came up and started demanding answers, made her wonder if he perhaps had a split personality.
After he ate his fourth bowl, he sat back and stared at her. His eyes noted the way the sunlight danced in her hair, making the red seem almost magical as it twinkled, while the black shined with a blue tint.
His heart beat increased as his mind replayed just how soft her hair was. He shook his head to steer his thoughts back to the present.
His voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "How long have you lived here?"
She blinked. "Only for a few years. The cabin was built by my fiance, as a testament of our intent to wed." Her eyes clouded over with sorrow, and she stared at the ground.
As soon as he heard the word 'fiance', he clenched his fists. 'Any man who comes near her is going to have to go through me before he can even try to touch her. I'm going to teach this bastard the real meaning of pain and suffering. No way in hell is he touching her while I'm around.'
His teeth made a grinding noise and his nostrils flared. His normally blue eyes became solid black with blue flames of anger dancing in them. 'If he even tries to touch her, I'll cut off his damned hands. If he looks at her, I'm going to rip his eyes out of their sockets and shove them down his fucking throat.'
A/N: This is series of RANDOM ONE SHOTS, detailing all of our favorite mercenary leaders more sensual encounters and likely won't have any linking story to them- aside from Bankotsu's conquests.
Bankotsu's Mysterious Woman Pt. II
--
"Stupid wench." He clenched his fists. 'How dare she run off on me?' A scowl crossed his face as he dressed and picked up his weapon. His heart felt strangely bereft at not seeing the beauty he'd spent the night sharing his body with, beside him upon waking.
Shoving the foreign sensation aside, he raised the weapon to his shoulder and turned his eyes back to the road. He didn't like the strange feeling in his gut and grew angered by the unwanted emotion and the disappearance of his mysterious vixen.
He growled and started off down the path, forcing the beauty from his mind. His eyes focused on the tiny dirt and twig strewn path through the forest.
He sighed glaring up at the sun that was beginning to rise in the sky, painting it an annoying shade of orange. He despised orange. Orange meant fire, and fire meant the death of loved ones.
He ran a hand down his face and sighed. Despite his wishes not to, his mind returned to the mysterious woman whose body he had enjoyed the previous night. 'Why am I getting so worked up over a missing woman?'
He snorted derisively. "It's not like she was anything special." His usually blackened heart cried out, 'But she was special. She was ours.'
He chuckled humorlessly and corrected, "Lie, she was never ours." A smirk filtered across his lips. 'But I was her first.' His penis twitched while images of how hot and welcoming her body had been played through his mind.
As feelings began to stir in his groin, he stared down at this hakamas. "Oi! Don't you even start!" He glared at his wayward arousal which was trying to jump back to life. His scowl intensified. He felt the twitching stop and his dick fell limp again.
He gave a firm nod. 'That's better.' He returned his attention back to the road. "I need some sake." His taste buds began salivating at the thought of the spicy brew.
His stomach rumbled a protest. He rolled his eyes. "Alright fine, some food and sake." His stomach gurgled in approval.
'Stupid body.' His nose twitched as a tantalizing aroma of roasted meat and savory spices teased his nostrils. His stomach of course, voiced its anticipation.
He sniffed again and stopped. Feeling the hunger pains wracking his stomach he huffed and changed his course, allowing his nose to lead him.
He followed the teasing aroma into the bushes and spread the foliage. His eyes widened when he saw the simple log cabin. It was simple, with small shutters over the windows. He blinked and the shutter pushed open.
He rubbed his eyes. 'What the hell? Since when does anyone live out here?'
--
Good morning sunshine.
The birds are singing.
The sky is clear.
--
He recognized that voice. 'Hey it's the girl from last night.' His heart rate increased as he watched her flutter about over next to the small fire, evidently cooking something.
His stomached growled and his mouth watered as the roasting carrots and potatoes became evident as well.
--
It's such a lovely day,
For happy feelings.
Oh how I miss you dear.
--
The hunger inside his stomach had his feet propelling him through the brush and towards the fire. "Oi! You've got some nerve taking off like that."
She blinked and then spun around and greeted, "Oh Good morning."
He snorted. He opened his mouth to let her have a piece of his mind, over her disappearing act, but was cut off by a loud rumbling from his stomach. His cheeks flushed.
She grinned. "Hungry are you?" An approving smile crossed her face as she thought, 'Well it's not surprising working up an appetite like that. Especially considering how active he was last night.'
His face became redder as his stomach answered for him.
A soft chuckle filled the air and her hand waved to indicate the pot. "You're welcome to join me of course."
He shifted the weapon to stand it upright on the ground beside him. "So why did you take off?" He stared at her with his foot tapping as he awaited her answer.
She blinked at the harshness of his tone. "I needed to return and start breakfast." Her eyes feel to the ground and she moved away. "I also had other chores to attend."
He frowned. "Why didn't you wait until I woke up?"
She straightened her shoulders and placed her hands on her hips. "I wasn't aware that I now answered to you." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and flounced towards the cabin, to retrieve the dishes.
His eyes narrowed at her retreating back and his jaw clenched. "Well you do!"
She spun on her heel. "Excuse me?" Her eyes narrowed at him. "Just when the hell did you become my keeper?"
He huffed and planted a hand on his hip, staring her down. "Since last night."
She snorted and resumed her path inside.
"Oi! I'm talking to you."
She scoffed. "You are?" She gathered the dishes and carried them outside.
His eyes narrowed. "Hai I am."
She shook her head and faced him, eyes blazing with fire. "Now you listen to me pal," She poked his chest. "I don't answer to you." She leaned close to his face and rose on her tip toes. "I don't answer to any man. Got that?"
He snagged her waist pulling her against him and a smirk crossed his lips. "You do now." His eyes spoke volumes about how serious he was.
She shoved against his chest and huffed, "Bullshit!" and flounced off towards the fire.
Chuckling, he followed her, carrying his weapon.
She huffed as she filled the bowls and laced his on the ground in front of where he was already sitting Indian style.
She took her own bowl and sat with the fire between them. He raised a brow and then picked up his bowl and started shoveling the yummy stew into his mouth.
She blinked a few times and then slowly ate her food.
He stood up and helped himself to more food.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye, while eating her food. Not sure what to make of the man before her.
Last night he'd shown the same veracity in the way he'd satisfied both of their body's needs. After their first encounter in the hot spring, he'd been tender, but passionate.
Her body hummed with how well sated she'd felt as she had fallen asleep in his arms. She'd judged his demeanor by how thorough he'd been last night with her body.
He wasn't the gentle type, but she hadn't thought he'd be so obstinate either. The way he came up and started demanding answers, made her wonder if he perhaps had a split personality.
After he ate his fourth bowl, he sat back and stared at her. His eyes noted the way the sunlight danced in her hair, making the red seem almost magical as it twinkled, while the black shined with a blue tint.
His heart beat increased as his mind replayed just how soft her hair was. He shook his head to steer his thoughts back to the present.
His voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "How long have you lived here?"
She blinked. "Only for a few years. The cabin was built by my fiance, as a testament of our intent to wed." Her eyes clouded over with sorrow, and she stared at the ground.
As soon as he heard the word 'fiance', he clenched his fists. 'Any man who comes near her is going to have to go through me before he can even try to touch her. I'm going to teach this bastard the real meaning of pain and suffering. No way in hell is he touching her while I'm around.'
His teeth made a grinding noise and his nostrils flared. His normally blue eyes became solid black with blue flames of anger dancing in them. 'If he even tries to touch her, I'll cut off his damned hands. If he looks at her, I'm going to rip his eyes out of their sockets and shove them down his fucking throat.'