InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bankotsu's Sensual Lessons ❯ Bankotsu's Mysterious Vixen Pt III ( Chapter 8 )
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By: kittyb78 
Bankotsu and the mysterious woman get into an argument.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.02.2010 | Updated On: 02.23.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 794 | Status: Completed
Bankotsu and the mysterious woman get into an argument.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.02.2010 | Updated On: 02.23.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 794 | 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 part of the series is getting long than originally planned, so be patient okay? Soon as the Mysterious Vixen mini saga is finished, we will get back to the random one shots :P
Bankotsu's Mysterious Vixen Pt. III
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His eyes narrowed at the cabin. He was tempted to just pick up his weapon and smash the structure until it was reduced to splinters. 'I can build something way better than that dumb old shack.' He flexed his fingers.
Her eyes filled with moisture and her lips pressed tight together. Just talking about him still hurt even after all of these years. She swallowed trying to relieve the tightness in her throat. Despite her determination not to cry again, a heart wrenching sob escaped into the air.
His ear twitched. He stared at her. When he saw the deep sadness in her eyes, his heart lurched. He ran a hand through his bangs. 'Aw shit, does she have to do that?'
Her hands shook as they fisted on the hem of her haori. Her lips trembled and tiny crystalline drops rolled down her cheeks.
His eyes pinned her and he expelled a long breath. "Why are you crying?" He flinched because his tone came out a bit harsher than he had intended.
Her slender hands covered her face and her sobs increased, while her shoulders shook.
He frowned. 'Damnit, now she's crying harder… what am I supposed to do I do now?' His eyebrow twitched as he watched helplessly. He felt a strange feeling gnawing away deep inside his gut. He couldn't describe it in words, but he'd never felt it before and whatever it was- it made him feel completely awful.
He never had been any good dealing with a crying woman, and for some damned reason watching this woman cry made him even more uncomfortable in a way he couldn't even begin to understand.
Every sob made his heart clenched painfully tight. Scowling darkly he raged inside his head, 'What the hell is wrong with me anyways?'
She sobbed louder. Bankotsu's heart clenched so hard that he couldn't breathe for a full second as he watched the crystalline drops travel down her soft cheeks.
His eyes began to swirl with mixed emotions as he stared at her and tried to think of something- anything that he could do to make her feel better.
He rubbed his sweaty palms on the legs of his hakamas and. 'Damnit man, think! There has got to be something you can do to make her stop crying.' The hand in his hair tugged a bit in frustration.
His heartbeat increased as he sat there nearly ripping his hair out as she cried. He surprised them both, when he reached over plucking her up off the ground and pulled her into his lap.
She blinked as his arms wrapped around her, and his hand pushed her head to rest on his chest. She buried her face into his haori and continued sobbing while he gently rocked back and forth.
His jaw clenched. 'Just stop the damned tears already.'
Placing a hand on his chest, she looked up and turned away from him, pushing for him to let her go.
His arm clamped around her waist and he gruffly asked, "So where is Mr. Wonderful now?" forcing her to face him.
She whispered icily, "He's dead." and jerked her chin free from his grasp.
He was so stunned that his hold loosened just enough for her to jump up from his lap and move to the fire, where she sat holding her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth, trying to keep her anger and tears at bay.
Bankotsu took a minute to register her words and just stared at her.
She looked so fragile and it annoyed him to see her looking so weak. He clenched his fists and asked, "Why are you living out here, alone?"
She snapped, "I don't owe you any explanations. " glaring at him with hard eyes.
He snorted. "I beg to differ." Glaring back at her.
She scowled and said, just because we screwed each other doesn't mean-"
He stormed over and yanked her up by the arms and growled, "Such foul language ill befits a woman, so don't speak to me like that again." getting right in her face.
She snorted in an un ladylike manner and said, "Fuck off."
His face became red and his hands squeezed around her arms like a vice as he yanked her closer and hissed, "I'm warning you."
Her eyes sparked with angry flames and she ignored the pain in her arms and brought up her knee intending to nail him in the balls. He quickly turned to avoid her knee and growled, "Are you trying to get killed?!" before tossing her to the ground and towering over her.
She glared defiantly at him and hissed, "Just go away." turning her back to him.
His chest rose with barely controlled rage as he snatched her hair and growled, "Oi don't even think about trying to ignore me!"
She bit her lip at the stinging sensation in her scalp and fell backwards sending her foot into his stomach.
His eyes widened and he grunted as he dropped to one knee, with his free hand over his stomach.
She repeated coldly, "Go away and leave me be."
Bankotsu stared at her. 'She's crazy if she thinks I'm going to listen to her.'
He pushed to his feet and ran over yanking her up to his face. "Oi, I give the orders here, not you wench!"
Her face became red and she slammed her head forward, hitting him in the nose. 'I'm not a damned wench, you asshole!"
Bankotsu snorted and shook his head to clear his vision, before grabbing her throat and lifting her off the ground.
She kicked out and tried to scratch his hand with her nails. She struggled demanding, "Let go!" Her own eyes blazing with fury as she tried to break free from his iron grip. Her small hands immediately dug the nails into the hand constricting her throat.
Bankotsu's glare was hard and unrelenting. The moment she began to kick at him, he tightened his grasp around her slender neck, ceasing her violent movements.
She gasped for breath as she willed her eyes to remain open. She could feel the blood in her face rushing and building up from the lack of circulation. Black spots began to dance before her as she stared into his eyes. They were hard and shimmered with that same evil gleam she'd seen when she and her fiancé's friend had first met. She moved her lips, but no words passed them.
At the sight of her neck growing a deep purplish color, an aching began in his chest, causing him to loosen his grip on her. She inhaled immediately gasping the air greedily. He glanced down to his chest and narrowed his eyes as he looked back to her. The unfamiliar sensation had lessened as soon as he'd loosened his grip on her throat.
He applied more pressure to his hold on her neck. In response she let out a muffled noise. Tears gathered in her eyes as blood vessels began to burst, turning her eyes bloodshot red. Her movements began to become sluggish.
He spoke dangerously, "Don't you ever attack me again," glaring at her with hard and unforgiving eyes. The tone of his voice so dark she involuntarily shivered in fear and tried to shrink away from his intense glare. Bankotsu inwardly smirked at her fear. It was rolling off her in waves.
Mustering what little strength she had left, she held her fingers together and bent her wrist, forming her hand into a crane beak and drove it as hard as she could; right into the top of his hand.
His hand involuntarily jerked opened and she fell to the ground, sucking huge amounts of air into her oxygen starved lungs.
Her original color slowly returned to her skin and the tears that had gathered around her eyes streamed down her cheeks. Eyes wide as saucers, she glared at him saying shakily, "Stay… stay away from me," crawling backwards, as his angry glare bored into her, while he gently cradled his aching hand.
Once she'd made it several feet away from him, she sat straight with her eyes never leaving his hulking form and tried to return her accelerated heart rate back to normal; rubbing her bruised neck in an effort to soothe the abused skin.
Bankotsu scowled and moved towards her, watching as she visibly recoiled from him, flinching in fear. His heart clenched at the sight. Halting in his tracks, he released a heavy sigh and said, "Look I-"
She held up a hand and cut him off in a raspy voice, "Don't bother- just… don't." and very slowly moved to stand to her feet.
Bankotsu blocked her path and said, "Look wench, I-"
She screamed, "I have a name you know." Getting pissed that he kept referring to her as a barmaid.
He demanded, "So tell me what it is!"
She stared at him, "What do you care?"
He said irritated, "Just tell me." arms crossed over his chest.
Feeling all of the fight drain from her, she mumbled. "It's Michiko." and turned to stare at the water behind the cabin. She quietly walked towards the river and knelt beside a patch of dirt running her hands over it.
Confused by her sudden change in mood, he followed after her. Spotting the dirt and watching how tenderly she caressed it, his jaw clenched and he ground his teeth.
Blue eyes narrowed at the dirt trying to stab through the dirt. 'That damned well better not be what I think it is, or I'll rip the grave open and shatter his bones into dust! She may have been engaged to some creep before, but she's with me now, whether she likes it or not!'
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A/N: Michiko translates to beautiful, wise. This little detour is getting longer than I had expected, don't fear though, all will become clear soon enough. As it stands there should be two more parts to the 'Mysterious Vixen' mini saga, then back to the good old random one shots.
A/N: This part of the series is getting long than originally planned, so be patient okay? Soon as the Mysterious Vixen mini saga is finished, we will get back to the random one shots :P
Bankotsu's Mysterious Vixen Pt. III
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His eyes narrowed at the cabin. He was tempted to just pick up his weapon and smash the structure until it was reduced to splinters. 'I can build something way better than that dumb old shack.' He flexed his fingers.
Her eyes filled with moisture and her lips pressed tight together. Just talking about him still hurt even after all of these years. She swallowed trying to relieve the tightness in her throat. Despite her determination not to cry again, a heart wrenching sob escaped into the air.
His ear twitched. He stared at her. When he saw the deep sadness in her eyes, his heart lurched. He ran a hand through his bangs. 'Aw shit, does she have to do that?'
Her hands shook as they fisted on the hem of her haori. Her lips trembled and tiny crystalline drops rolled down her cheeks.
His eyes pinned her and he expelled a long breath. "Why are you crying?" He flinched because his tone came out a bit harsher than he had intended.
Her slender hands covered her face and her sobs increased, while her shoulders shook.
He frowned. 'Damnit, now she's crying harder… what am I supposed to do I do now?' His eyebrow twitched as he watched helplessly. He felt a strange feeling gnawing away deep inside his gut. He couldn't describe it in words, but he'd never felt it before and whatever it was- it made him feel completely awful.
He never had been any good dealing with a crying woman, and for some damned reason watching this woman cry made him even more uncomfortable in a way he couldn't even begin to understand.
Every sob made his heart clenched painfully tight. Scowling darkly he raged inside his head, 'What the hell is wrong with me anyways?'
She sobbed louder. Bankotsu's heart clenched so hard that he couldn't breathe for a full second as he watched the crystalline drops travel down her soft cheeks.
His eyes began to swirl with mixed emotions as he stared at her and tried to think of something- anything that he could do to make her feel better.
He rubbed his sweaty palms on the legs of his hakamas and. 'Damnit man, think! There has got to be something you can do to make her stop crying.' The hand in his hair tugged a bit in frustration.
His heartbeat increased as he sat there nearly ripping his hair out as she cried. He surprised them both, when he reached over plucking her up off the ground and pulled her into his lap.
She blinked as his arms wrapped around her, and his hand pushed her head to rest on his chest. She buried her face into his haori and continued sobbing while he gently rocked back and forth.
His jaw clenched. 'Just stop the damned tears already.'
Placing a hand on his chest, she looked up and turned away from him, pushing for him to let her go.
His arm clamped around her waist and he gruffly asked, "So where is Mr. Wonderful now?" forcing her to face him.
She whispered icily, "He's dead." and jerked her chin free from his grasp.
He was so stunned that his hold loosened just enough for her to jump up from his lap and move to the fire, where she sat holding her knees to her chest and began rocking back and forth, trying to keep her anger and tears at bay.
Bankotsu took a minute to register her words and just stared at her.
She looked so fragile and it annoyed him to see her looking so weak. He clenched his fists and asked, "Why are you living out here, alone?"
She snapped, "I don't owe you any explanations. " glaring at him with hard eyes.
He snorted. "I beg to differ." Glaring back at her.
She scowled and said, just because we screwed each other doesn't mean-"
He stormed over and yanked her up by the arms and growled, "Such foul language ill befits a woman, so don't speak to me like that again." getting right in her face.
She snorted in an un ladylike manner and said, "Fuck off."
His face became red and his hands squeezed around her arms like a vice as he yanked her closer and hissed, "I'm warning you."
Her eyes sparked with angry flames and she ignored the pain in her arms and brought up her knee intending to nail him in the balls. He quickly turned to avoid her knee and growled, "Are you trying to get killed?!" before tossing her to the ground and towering over her.
She glared defiantly at him and hissed, "Just go away." turning her back to him.
His chest rose with barely controlled rage as he snatched her hair and growled, "Oi don't even think about trying to ignore me!"
She bit her lip at the stinging sensation in her scalp and fell backwards sending her foot into his stomach.
His eyes widened and he grunted as he dropped to one knee, with his free hand over his stomach.
She repeated coldly, "Go away and leave me be."
Bankotsu stared at her. 'She's crazy if she thinks I'm going to listen to her.'
He pushed to his feet and ran over yanking her up to his face. "Oi, I give the orders here, not you wench!"
Her face became red and she slammed her head forward, hitting him in the nose. 'I'm not a damned wench, you asshole!"
Bankotsu snorted and shook his head to clear his vision, before grabbing her throat and lifting her off the ground.
She kicked out and tried to scratch his hand with her nails. She struggled demanding, "Let go!" Her own eyes blazing with fury as she tried to break free from his iron grip. Her small hands immediately dug the nails into the hand constricting her throat.
Bankotsu's glare was hard and unrelenting. The moment she began to kick at him, he tightened his grasp around her slender neck, ceasing her violent movements.
She gasped for breath as she willed her eyes to remain open. She could feel the blood in her face rushing and building up from the lack of circulation. Black spots began to dance before her as she stared into his eyes. They were hard and shimmered with that same evil gleam she'd seen when she and her fiancé's friend had first met. She moved her lips, but no words passed them.
At the sight of her neck growing a deep purplish color, an aching began in his chest, causing him to loosen his grip on her. She inhaled immediately gasping the air greedily. He glanced down to his chest and narrowed his eyes as he looked back to her. The unfamiliar sensation had lessened as soon as he'd loosened his grip on her throat.
He applied more pressure to his hold on her neck. In response she let out a muffled noise. Tears gathered in her eyes as blood vessels began to burst, turning her eyes bloodshot red. Her movements began to become sluggish.
He spoke dangerously, "Don't you ever attack me again," glaring at her with hard and unforgiving eyes. The tone of his voice so dark she involuntarily shivered in fear and tried to shrink away from his intense glare. Bankotsu inwardly smirked at her fear. It was rolling off her in waves.
Mustering what little strength she had left, she held her fingers together and bent her wrist, forming her hand into a crane beak and drove it as hard as she could; right into the top of his hand.
His hand involuntarily jerked opened and she fell to the ground, sucking huge amounts of air into her oxygen starved lungs.
Her original color slowly returned to her skin and the tears that had gathered around her eyes streamed down her cheeks. Eyes wide as saucers, she glared at him saying shakily, "Stay… stay away from me," crawling backwards, as his angry glare bored into her, while he gently cradled his aching hand.
Once she'd made it several feet away from him, she sat straight with her eyes never leaving his hulking form and tried to return her accelerated heart rate back to normal; rubbing her bruised neck in an effort to soothe the abused skin.
Bankotsu scowled and moved towards her, watching as she visibly recoiled from him, flinching in fear. His heart clenched at the sight. Halting in his tracks, he released a heavy sigh and said, "Look I-"
She held up a hand and cut him off in a raspy voice, "Don't bother- just… don't." and very slowly moved to stand to her feet.
Bankotsu blocked her path and said, "Look wench, I-"
She screamed, "I have a name you know." Getting pissed that he kept referring to her as a barmaid.
He demanded, "So tell me what it is!"
She stared at him, "What do you care?"
He said irritated, "Just tell me." arms crossed over his chest.
Feeling all of the fight drain from her, she mumbled. "It's Michiko." and turned to stare at the water behind the cabin. She quietly walked towards the river and knelt beside a patch of dirt running her hands over it.
Confused by her sudden change in mood, he followed after her. Spotting the dirt and watching how tenderly she caressed it, his jaw clenched and he ground his teeth.
Blue eyes narrowed at the dirt trying to stab through the dirt. 'That damned well better not be what I think it is, or I'll rip the grave open and shatter his bones into dust! She may have been engaged to some creep before, but she's with me now, whether she likes it or not!'
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A/N: Michiko translates to beautiful, wise. This little detour is getting longer than I had expected, don't fear though, all will become clear soon enough. As it stands there should be two more parts to the 'Mysterious Vixen' mini saga, then back to the good old random one shots.