InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Both ❯ Consideration ( Chapter 2 )

Chpt 2 Consideration

Goddamned, stupid human women. So fucking selfish...

Inuyasha trampled young weeds and pulverized small stones as he ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction of where the two women of his group had gone to take care of their “time of the month” issues. Truth be told, he was about ready to pull his hair out–he couldn't take many more freezing baths or whack off onto any more unsuspecting trees. Inuyasha groaned as he idly toyed with his hardened length through the soft folds of his Fire rat haori.

Both...at the same time...

He had heard some talk about human women “synchronizing” their cycles together, but it has sounded like a bunch of made up crap to him. Not once in the entire time that they had traveled together had Kagome and Sango had their heats at the same time. At first it was disturbing because it caused him to distance himself twice a month rather than once, but then he was always thankful that he never had to deal with the one-two punch of them together, because...

...because for the life of him, he really couldn't decide who he wanted more.

Kagome...

Kagome was bright, the epitome of sunshine and warmth, bathing all in her presence in the incessant rays of unquestioned acceptance. She was the all-caring, the all-understanding, the all accepting. Kagome could fix any situation and any person with a hug and a smile...she had completely repaired Inuyasha from his broken heart though he had never so much as said a kind word...

Sango...

Sango was the moon of vengeance and righteous life, the dark flower of undying passion that could infect the entire group with a zest and zeal that was unmatched by any other. She was an ally, an equal in battle, and the fiercest warrior-woman he had ever seen...and she was completely and utterly pure...

This isn't fair..

Inuyasha grumbled as he kicked at another small sapling, causing it to go flying far over the forest canopy. Truth be told, he was afraid to speak to either one of them. He figured that as time passed, his feelings would decline or at least become more manageable, but that had not happened even once in the three years that they had been together searching for jewel shards and hunting for Naraku. His feelings had not become any clearer for one versus the other, either. He would be in an equally crappy mood if he were away from Sango from too long as he would be if he were away from Kagome. Because Sango was almost always there, he was simply better able to control his temper tantrums for her presence. Inuyasha thought back to when he had first met the taiyija and the incredible anger he had felt against Naraku for hurting her so, how he had been so rough and rude because his heart was breaking for her inside. That was it–it was the beginning of the end for him as far as he was concerned...

I'm a fucking pussy...

But it wasn't just his lack of resolve that was a barrier. There were the complications. Kagome and her time-traveling. Sango and Kohaku.

Not to mention that there was also Hiraikotsu and his favorite three-letter word...

Keh, figures I'd fall for the only two women who could kick my ass...

Well, three, but Inuyasha had finally come to the decision that he had to let Kikyou go. She was lost forever to him–only a sad shell of the being he once loved as Naraku twisted and darkened her into an instrument of hatred and loathing. He wanted to love her, he really did, but it all seemed to come to him one day when he was holding her in his arms...

She had no scent.

No, she had a scent of earth and clay, but all beings had a signature essence of life–of health and musk. It was that essence that was altered when a person was seriously ill, infertile, or otherwise unbalanced. It was that essence that faded away upon death.

And that's exactly how she smelled.

Off balance. Bland. Dead.

That fateful encounter with Kikyou was the last time that he had seen her, and informed her quite suddenly and quite forcefully that she could have him when he was good and ready to die and not a minute before that. That had been nearly a month ago, and Inuyasha had been grateful that she seemed to respect his wishes enough to not come around any longer, even if he did have a sinking suspicion that she was planning to slit his throat in the night.

Oh well, it's not any different then she was doing before...

Inuyasha looked up to see that his feet and stupid dog sense of smell had taken him in exactly the opposite direction of where he wanted to go–directly in a large semicircle towards the hot spring where Kagome and Sango said they were going. He had been trying to get away from them so that their smell would not cause him to do...things...that he really wanted to do...

Inuyasha's member twitched eagerly in his hakama. He was going to have problems controlling himself if he didn't turn around very soon...

“What about Inuyasha?”

“Well, you tell me!”

“There's nothing to tell. He's a loud-mouthed unbearable asshole!”

“That you can't seem to keep your eyes off of...”

Silence.

Inuyasha paused in mid-step. He had just turned around, common sense finally winning out over his demon blood, but damned if he could keep going with the two most irritating and beautiful women on the planet talking it up...about him...

Sango waded closer to Kagome. The girl had been acting strangely since she first started having her heat–her eyes seemed to glaze over whenever she looked at Inuyasha. The same loud-mouthed, unbearable asshole that she always complained about she would stare at for hours when she thought no one was watching. It was strange–at least a little. By any means, the men that they traveled with were distinctly handsome, and Sango knew that she was more than a little taken with the monk. But there was something about the fearless and foolish Inuyasha that was...alluring...and she could understand Kagome's attraction in many ways.

“I'm not trying to upset you, Kagome. Just trying to help you. You can't keep staring at him when you think no one's looking–you're not fooling anybody. I can help you get him alone, if that's what you want...”

Kagome felt her face flush in ten different shades. That was what she wanted, but she kept having images of naughty things flash through her mind–of his mouth and hands and tongue doing things and of her mouth and hand and tongue doing things...things that were not appropriate, that were not polite, that were just...not...Inuyasha...

“No, Sango. I think I just have to work this out on my own. I mean...everyone had naughty thoughts, right? That doesn't mean that we should act on them. I mean, have you thought about Inuyasha that way?”

Sango was taken aback. She hadn't seen that one coming in a million years. In fact, she was prepared to answer about Miroku–about how she had had impure thoughts, but had taken her time to meditate and clear her mind to control the urges. About how she could now sit in a room alone with him without contemplating terrible, wonderful things...at least most of the time...

But she wasn't prepared for this.

“Wha–Inuyasha? No–I mean yes–I mean...I had...thoughts...once, but...”

All conversation was cut off abruptly as a loud crash was heard in the forest surrounding the hot spring. Sango cursed her stupidity–they were too far out to get their weapons and would be easy prey for any youkai in the area.

Goddess, please bring Inuyasha...we need him right now...

“Oh, Kami...”

Kagome's startled gasp caused Sango to whirl and time stopped at the predator who was regarding them with blood-filled eyes and sharp, metallic fangs.

“...no...”

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