InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bound to Tomorrow ❯ Crash Into Me ( Chapter 2 )

Anime update: Ah, crap! I just found out that they're releasing the rest of the Inu Yasha anime as “Inu Yasha - The Final Act” on Hulu! I know; all the fans are probably pretty darn excited. I am too, but it also means that the story might change or they may add more to the epilogue than what was in the manga. I hold off on doing fan fiction that continues beyond the ending until everything is out for this very reason. Well, if I've got to change anything then I will... but we'll assume for now that I'm working within the manga story line's ending. I'll keep watching the anime in the mean time. Don't worry guys, I'll keep writing this story! I won't wait for the anime to end.

Author's notes: Wow, I've been getting a lot of reviews from fans and I thought I should answer some questions. First, was there a shrine in town? I thought the shrine was built later on? Inu Yasha is a HUGE manga (not to mention the 100+ episode anime and feature-length movies) so some things fall through the cracks when I'm writing. If there was a shrine mentioned in the Sengoku period can anyone tell me what chapter of the manga (or episode of the anime) I can find it in? Obviously, there's a shrine in Kagome's time period but I can't recall seeing one in the Sengoku period. I can go back and re-write the chapter to replace all the stuff happening at Kaede's place to the shrine if that's the case. If I missed a detail I really want to make sure it gets fixed. I don't like to leave that kind of stuff out.

Also, you'll probably notice that I may borrow some ideas that I used in my First Class Dog story. I'm not cheating, I swear! I just really liked some of those ideas already.

And finally, this story is going to have lemony content. It's probably more of a lime because I don't really like making those scenes look like a porno. I personally like lemons but when people start using porn words I lose my suspension of disbelief pretty quickly. That's why it took me so long to write this scene, too. I'm trying really hard to keep things in character and that's pretty hard to do when the manga never really has them do anything but HUG. But anyway, you have been warned, there's a lemon afoot.

Oh and thanks again to all my readers—especially reviewers! You guys are wonderful!

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The wedding ceremony had ended with the couple paraded back to Inu Yasha's house. Their front porch was nearly covered in packages wrapped carefully in red and white fabrics. They would find out later to their intense embarrassment that most of them contained foods that were thought to encourage a woman to produce many offspring. Kagome noted that the villagers had no grand wedding receptions in their customs. She had to wonder if the custom developed sometime later in history when there was less inner turmoil amongst the provinces in Japan.

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Inu Yasha began to sweat a little when they stepped into their new house together. Miroku had told him (in a little too much detail) how to mate with a human female. What the perverted houshi had told him made him worry if he might hurt Kagome. He said that it hurt Sango initially and then after a few minutes she did not mind. Then the monk proceeded to elaborate on some of the `fun' things they had done together—which promptly ended in a swift beating from the furiously blushing half demon.

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Demonic mating seemed similar but was even less familiar to him. He had only observed youkai mating once when he had nearly been killed after stumbling upon two wolf demons rutting as a preteen. Later on, back when he had still been on speaking terms with his half brother, he had asked Sesshoumaru about it. His brother confirmed that the ritual of marking was normal (at the time the boy had thought they were devouring each other) but that was where the similarities ended. In his usual disdainful tone, Sesshoumaru had explained that dog demons of pure lineage never rutted out in the open air like animals and had their mates arranged for them between clans. He made sure to emphasize to his half brother that he would not have to worry about such things because his impure heritage made him worthless anyway.

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Kagome's voice shook him from his reverie.

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“Things sure move fast here.”

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“Huh?” He blinked, “How so?”

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“Well, when my cousin got married they had to meet with each side of the family, have the families agree to the marriage, their wedding took all day and their reception went all night, they had to sign a bunch of paperwork, and then they had to visit a shrine to be blessed…”

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“That sounds like it'd take forever!” The look on his face was one of near-horror and it made his new wife laugh.

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“Yeah, it does take a long ti—” She was immediately silenced by a kiss.

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The mere threat of having to wait for anything relating to Kagome had become too much for him. The half demon had been ridiculously patient waiting on her to get dressed while he waited like a dolt on the other side of the village. When he scented her again coming towards him dressed like a princess he had wanted to charge forward, forget the ceremony, and drag her back to his—their—home. His humanity had been the only thing maintaining his composure throughout the exchange of vows when in reality he wanted to tell the old hag to shut the hell up and get it over with. When they left Kaede's hut he wanted to howl at the villagers to get out of the way so he could get home quickly. Yet, stepping into the house finally had suddenly made him as nervous as if he had been on his first hunt all over again. He had quite nearly forgotten his desires over petty human insecurities—until Kagome reminded him. She had a way of spinning his mind around like that. Now, there would be no stopping him.

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The miko was startled but not terribly surprised. The hanyou had oozed tension all day but she had thought that it had more to do with the village spectators than anything else. She hesitated only for a moment before returning his kiss. Her eyes slid shut and a second later recognized the hiss of satin as the kimono's hood dropped to the floor. By the time it had registered in her mind that the headpiece was no longer there the half demon had yanked her close. His hands shook as they fussed with the tie of her obi and he gave up her lips to lean his face into her shoulder, peeking over it to eyeball the complicated knot. There was no way he would slash it; he had worked too hard exterminating demons to acquire it in the first place.

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Kagome's heart pounded in her chest and felt that her mind was spinning. It seemed impossible that they were at such a point in their relationship. Yet, there she was, desperately clinging to the one she had loved for so long. Her hands tangled up in his haori until her fingers found the edges and tugged the folds out to each side. Just then she felt the obi around her middle sag and give way followed by a relieved sigh from Inu Yasha.

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When the obi fell the half demon shrugged off his haori. It gave him a moment to step back and enjoy the view. Her uchikake hung off her small frame to reveal another kimono beneath. He grinned approvingly and slid his fingers over her shoulders, under the collar of the uchikake, and then eased it back until it too fell away to puddle around her feet; eventually the under-kimono joined with her obi as well. The only thing left was her under robe. The hanyou marveled at the amount of fabric he had pulled off of her. To him it was like unwrapping the world's most complicated present.

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Her feet were practically submerged in silk and when Inu Yasha took her into his arms again she tripped. Her heels tipped back as her tangled up ankles became hung up on the heavy fabrics. She fell… for a moment. Then, strong arms encircled her middle and she found she was being carried. His golden eyes met hers and he smirked.

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“Clumsy.”

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Kagome huffed and crossed her arms, a bright blush on her cheeks. It took him a few steps to set her down on soft bedding. As soon as she was set down he flopped down next to her with an exhausted sigh. His arms quickly tugged her back into his embrace, his claws curled possessively around her back, and he gave her a squeeze.

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His voice mumbled into her hair, “Gods, I thought I'd never get to do this again.”

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The stubborn girl could not help but argue, “But you did…”

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“I got to hold you, but not alone. All those damned people just have to talk to you!” and then a little quieter he grumbled, “It's like they need you or somethin'.”

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“Well, we're alone now.”

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Somehow Kagome had managed to nestle her head under his cheek so that when she made her last comment her breath tickled his neck, causing him to shiver ever so slightly. She did not seem to understand how much it bothered him that his potential mate was dragged around at the whims of such a thankless bunch. If he would only mark her, his feral side argued, then he would not have to be concerned with it anymore. She would be his no matter where she went and all would know. The idea was too tantalizing to resist and Inu Yasha gave in.

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In an instant his fingers were in her hair, drawing her head up and canting it to one side. His lips pressed to her neck in what she interpreted as kisses but he used to trace the muscles in her neck. Goosebumps formed on her skin where his lips touched until he found her quickly beating pulse. He sought out her jugular in order to avoid it. By leaving his scent there he could move past it knowing that when he did mark her he would not bleed her to death. From there he traced his way back until he found a thick muscle where her neck met her shoulder. Instinct told him that it was there that he would make his move.

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A soft and familiar touch on his ears caused him to shudder. Her fingers had made a beeline to the soft white points on his head and began to rub them gently. She was the only one who could touch them like that; anyone else made him cringe. It was just one of a thousand things that made her special. Now she would be his Kagome. The hanyou gave her shoulder a quick lick, took a short shuddering breath, and then plunged his fangs into her skin.

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Kagome froze when she felt a sharp pain near her neck. She tried to move her hands down to touch her shoulder but found them blocked by Inu Yasha's head. She tried to push gently on his head to see what he might be doing but his only response was a low growl. The pressure lifted suddenly and the pain was dialed down quite a bit. A minute later the pressure returned to her shoulder as the half-demon dipped his head back down to her neck. Initially, she felt a dull twinge from the same spot as if he had pressed on an old bruise but as quickly as the soreness came, it left. An odd, tingling sensation spread slowly from the once-painful spot. In less than a minute the tingling sensation was everywhere in her body. Just then Inu Yasha lifted his head to gaze into her eyes which were full of confusion. What she saw shocked her.

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His normally gold colored eyes were an odd shade of purple with a small ring of red around each iris. His cheeks held the same light tinge of purple in faint stripes. Stranger still was the thin line of blood that trickled from the corner of his lips and down over his chin. Inu Yasha watched her intently, waiting for something; his breaths came short as if he had just run a marathon. His eyes stared pleadingly back into hers and she shivered as the tingling sensation in her skin intensified. Then, her mind went blank. Distantly, something in her mind encouraged her to lean forward and she found herself kissing his chin at the spot where the blood ran. His immediate reaction to her touch was to curl his claws around her forearms, squeezing them slightly, yet barely moving at all. She was only dimly aware that she was a little bit surprised to note that she was not repulsed by the taste of blood. In fact, her kisses had traveled up his chin to his lips where she encountered the source of his wound. Inu Yasha had cut his lower lip with one of his own fangs.

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The man who had been so still just moments before exploded into action just then. One hand grasped the back of her neck and brought her in for a crushing kiss. She returned his kiss with enthusiasm barely noticing when one of her lips was pricked by his razor sharp canines. After that, the undressing became a frenzied blur. Their clothes seemed to vanish in a hurry and the only thing either person could recall later was getting hung up on the ties around each others' waists. Years later they would laugh about Inu Yasha's frustration, which he had kept in check so well with Kagome's uchikake and kimono, finally got the best of him and the ties on their inner robes had been slashed in a hurry. He was always quick to point out in an argument that she was actually the one who suggested that he cut them with his steel claws in the first place, her voice near-pleading.

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When he pulled back the final layer of her under robe he marveled at the strange lacy contraption covering her breasts. It looked flimsy, but also very interesting and alluring. The miko blushed as he stared at her and the cute look on her face quickly confirmed to him that he wanted to keep it intact. The thing he would later learn was a bra had to be something from her time, which meant it would be difficult to get a replacement… but how did he get it off? His claws trailed over the silky and lacy material, checking everywhere for some trick to getting the object off without ripping it. Eventually Kagome stammered out.

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“D-do you…l-like this?”

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He nodded eagerly.

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“Okay, then…”

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She shifted slightly; bringing her arms behind her back to expertly undo the clips. The garment sagged, fell forward, and was immediately caught by the half-demon. He held it gently by one of the cups as if it was made out of glass; turning it this way and that. It was a fascinating piece of work to him and he inspected it carefully. Kagome soon realized that he had become more engrossed in the object than with her and she cleared her throat impatiently. His sunset hued orbs darted away from his investigation of her bra to her face and he beamed at her.

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“This is cool. Do you have more?”

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She gave an embarrassed titter, her hands rose to her cheeks to hide the blush that had grown even darker. “N-no, pervert. It wasn't like I packed or anything before I came here…”

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“Oh.” Inu Yasha looked only slightly disappointed, then mentally compromised that he would just have to make sure he took good care of it. He set the object to the side of their futon like it was a holy relic and settled down on his side next to her, then blinked.

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“Oi, I'm not a pervert!”

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Her hands moved up to cover her eyes and he grabbed them away from her face. She then tried to roll away from him to her other side to hide from him, suddenly much more aware of her nakedness. The hanyou took the move as a challenge and clambered on top of her, straddling her hips as he pushed her hands away to either side of her head to keep her from moving.

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“Sit, still! What're you… ooh…”

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His eyes moved from her face to her chest. He'd seen her breasts before on a number of occasions but not at such close proximity. They were a hundred times more remarkable than the bra and he couldn't help but gaze at them. She had perfectly unmarked alabaster skin except where two buds were dark pink. Words slipped out of his lips before his brain caught up with them.

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“…Those are very, very nice.”

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The young virgin suddenly felt even more exposed and wriggled under him, her face burning with embarrassment and something else she had never experienced before. She suddenly realized that she liked that he liked what he was seeing! The thought was so alien to her that it was almost scary. Her girlish embarrassment led her mind to respond in the only way it knew how.

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“Eek, d-don't look at me! Sit!”

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Inu Yasha realized the chain reaction of emotions playing on her face at the last possible second. Knowing the inevitable was coming he put all his energy into his neck and somehow managed to keep his head to the side as he came crashing down on top of her. His forehead hit the futon with a dull *whump* mere centimeters from her head. With a dull sense of relief he noted he had saved her from a terrible head collision at the last instant. The miko had only a brief moment to tense her stomach muscles before he thudded into her but it was enough to save her from having the breath knocked out of her. It still hurt quite a bit, regardless.

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She squirmed uncomfortably beneath him and stuttered a half dozen sorrys to the ceiling. He groaned and said something unintelligible to the mattress in response. She wriggled her wrists free of his hands and reached around his back to cup his cheeks and bring his face up to look her in the eyes. What she saw was a glazed look in his eyes and flushed cheeks, his breath short and heavy.

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Kagome panicked and shifted slightly lower to get a better hold on his face, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

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“N-no… yes… I mean…no….wait, what?” He mumbled, his attention fully focused on her body moving beneath him.

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The bump to his head had been cushioned by the futon and he had been more stunned to her order than anything else when it connected. However, he was at a total loss when she started to wiggle around. If he had wanted to be angry about being sat then in that instant it was completely forgotten. His woman's concerns ignored. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she gave them a little shake, worrying that he might have received a concussion.

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“Hey! Answer me! Are you okay?”

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Without a word he grabbed her hip in one hand and pressed himself against her, “Shh, no more talking.”

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Kagome gave a tiny surprised gasp and dropped his face in favor of wrapping her arms around his back. Her husband tucked his head into the crook of her shoulder as his free hand roamed the side of her body. She, in turn, arched her back into his chest and gave short gasp. The girl was surprised to notice that the palms of his hands were not hard and callused but soft and warm. His regenerative abilities did not allow for scars to form, so it made sense then that neither would calluses. He continued to push against her hips blindly for several minutes before it registered that she had yet another barrier between them. His claws tugged down the offending garment until Kagome could kick it away.

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Their lips met again when they were completely free of clothing. Instinct told both of them what was supposed to happen next but inexperience got in the way. Inu Yasha had to try several times before he managed to press into her in a way that was comfortable for the both of them. Even then, it was a tight fit and slow progress for the girl who had never been with anyone at all. The sheer act of entering her after all that work sent them both over the edge almost immediately. The only noise made between them was a tiny relieved gasp from Kagome and a strangled groan from Inu Yasha.

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He collapsed on top of her, sweaty from the effort and abuse he had taken to get so far. When she tried to move he clutched her to him and shook his head wordlessly. There was no way he was about to leave her when he had spent all that work getting there in the first place! Kagome stilled and let her hands fall against the small of his back. Gradually, his weight on her chest began to bother her and she tapped on his spine with her knuckles until he reluctantly released her.

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He rolled off of her and settled at her side with an arm stretched across her waist. One golden eye cracked open to observe the girl who had become somewhat fidgety.

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“You need to get washed, don't you?”

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Her eyes stared back at him with an expression of surprise. Her shock amused him.

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“Yes, Kagome, I do know you that well.”

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It had not taken him terribly long to see the correlation between the times he carried her and her desire to bathe. Whenever he had carried her after a big fight between a demon and he had become sweaty he knew that once he put her down she would immediately seek out a hot spring or river. The humans from her time period seemed to have an obsession with cleanliness and she was no exception. It had become a source of amusement for the half demon. With his consent she scooted away from his warm grasp and pulled on a simple kimono Sango had given her the day before. Once she was fully dressed she tied her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head and headed out the door. When she stepped out onto the front porch the miko discovered Sango waiting patiently for her alone. She carried a bucket with some washcloths tucked inside.

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Kagome smiled, “How did you know?”

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The huntress laughed and led her friend away from the house; lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I didn't know you'd be coming out now. I just guessed from what I remembered about my wedding night.”

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The priestess blushed and allowed Sango to lead her off in the direction of a nearby hot spring the locals used for bathing purposes. Kagome reflected on the warmth she had missed from her friends while she was gone, one of the first being how well everyone seemed to know her. In just two days she already felt like she was back home where she belonged and her friends seemed to have picked up right where they had left off. It almost felt as if her absence had never happened and her mind was completely at peace.

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