InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Brotherly Love ❯ Chapter 7

Disclaimer: If I write enough fanfiction, eventually I will go insane, and then at least I can believe that I own Inuyasha's characters, even though it isn't true.

 

Author Note: WARNING - lemony content ahead - If you aren't satisfied with the first pairing, don't worry - there will be others. Also, please remember Inuyasha refers to himself as a `guy' because he still feels like he is one on the inside.

 

Brotherly Love 07:

 

The first thing he saw when his eyes fluttered open was Kagome. And for the first time in many years, he did not confuse her with Kikyou, even for a second. Her face had blue-green stripes on each cheek, and her aura was swirling with color. No, she was nothing like his lost-love anymore.

 

As consciousness returned, the ex-hanyou remembered more troubling things. He was in the barren room again, the place of his confinement. Only this time, he was not alone. But that wasn't right. Kagome was supposed to be safe, far from here. Yet he had fought Sesshoumaru to rescue her, and then… “Kagome!” He shot straight up from the futon, fully awake at last. “Are you all right?”

 

She turned toward him with a delighted expression and threw herself onto the bed alongside him. “Inuyasha, you're up! You slept through dinner.”

 

This was, to say the least, a most unexpected reply. She had a way of doing that to him - whenever she was nearby, his world turned upside down and his hold on reality slipped. It was just her way of doing business. Kagome was moody, unpredictable, and literally out-of-this-world.

 

Perhaps `you slept through dinner' was a futuristic way of saying `I'm fine, we escaped, Sesshoumaru is dead, and you're a boy again.' Just for good measure, he checked. Nope, still female. And besides, they were still in his bastard half-brother's castle. Why was she being so casual about it?

 

The wavy, black haired miko reached out and ruffled his bangs, once she had his full attention. Apparently nothing could keep her from touching his head, even after the fuzzy ears had disappeared. Overjoyed to see her, yet wary in case Sesshoumaru was still around, he spoke softly, “You're here.”

 

“Yep!” With a giant grin and a chipper tone, Kagome armed herself for her toughest battle yet. Persuading Inuyasha to stay at his brother's castle, and convincing him that she hadn't turned traitor while he slept. “How do you feel? That was a nasty bump on your head.”

 

“I'm… fine…” murmured Inuyasha in quiet amazement. “Did he… hurt you?”

 

“No, not at all,” Kagome admitted, a guilty blush staining her cheeks. Before he could ask about it, she plunged ahead, eager to start her story. “Sesshoumaru came to the village a week after you left, and he said that you were staying here for a while, and that he wanted to help you… um… learn how to master the Tessaiga.”

 

But although Kagome had feared an angry interruption and flat-out disbelief at this point, Inuyasha said nothing in response to her statement. Confused, amber eyes simply stared at her, waiting for more. Hoping this was a good sign, Kagome told him the rest. Of her deal with Sesshoumaru, and her conditions for their release. Of her suspicion that all was not as it seemed with the taiyoukai.

 

Finally, she ran out of things to say. As she trailed off into silence, she glanced timidly at her ex-hanyou protector. For someone so vocal, he had been surprisingly docile throughout her speech. Waving one hand in front of his face, to check he was listening, she cheerfully added as an afterthought, “I think he might actually care about you.”

 

As if her remark was a catalyst, tipping the balance in a simmering dispute, Inuyasha exploded. “You agreed to come here?” he growled in fury. “Are you stupid? Can't you smell a trap when it's in front of your face?”

 

“Hey!” she protested, standing up to escape the sheer volume of his voice, “I am well aware he has hidden motives, but I couldn't just leave you here alone.”

 

Gritting her teeth, she tried to let go of her frustration. Otherwise, this would turn into the usual screaming match of which she and Inuyasha seemed so fond. Honestly, though! It was like he heard only the very beginning of her explanation and fell into a daze after that. Didn't he listen to the conditions of her agreement with Sesshoumaru? Maybe the taiyoukai had doubtful motives, but this didn't mean he was completely dishonorable.

 

Inuyasha positively fumed with resentment and hostility, as he imagined the ways he would rip his half-brother into little pieces. Obviously, his trusting, little miko had believed every lie the bastard told her. But he was no fool! He had been right about Sesshoumaru's wish - he had known it would be something sneaky, designed to ruin his life! And this would be the same - he just knew it. First, the taiyoukai had lured Kagome here, and now he was feeding her nonsense about `training' and weakening her resistance.

 

With a shudder, Inuyasha faced the wall, so furious he could barely see straight. When would she wake up? How could Kagome always be so damned innocent and gullible? As his temper worsened, he felt fingers, lightly touching his shoulder in an attempt to calm him.

 

Shrugging off her hand, Inuyasha growled again. “No! How can you think the best of him? After all he's done, to hurt us… to make me suffer…”

 

Silence met his anguished plea, and he turned to see her eyes filling up with water. Night had fallen, and it was hard to see her delicate features in the dark, yet the glimmering of unshed tears was clear even in the shadows of the moonlight. Standing up frantically, Inuyasha realized he had no idea what to say to comfort her. As usual, he didn't even know exactly what had upset her. It always went like this. He would yell. She would yell right back, or become hysterical. But dammit… Sesshoumaru was untrustworthy!

 

Her next words surprised him however, with their candor. “Are you suffering then, Inuyasha?” she asked miserably, as two tiny tears trailed down her cheeks. “I… know things haven't turned out just the way we planned… Heaven knows, Shippou's wish threw me for a loop… But I realize now I was wrong to ask you to use your wish to save me. Just like you were wrong to ask Sesshoumaru to use his wish to bail us out. We'll simply have to deal with the changes. At least you got to be a full-youkai, like you wanted from the start.”

 

“Kagome,” he corrected her, anxious at the emotion she was displaying, his gut still twisting from the anger he felt. “I was going to wish to be human, not youkai. Besides, Shippou's wish didn't screw everything up, his did.”

 

Sniffling a little bit, the miko wiped her eyes with her sleeve, before pulling the proverbial rug out from beneath his feet once more. “I seem to recall Shippou wasn't the only one casting careless wishes that day. Does it matter? I mean, it was flattering that you would wish to be human, to stay with me… But I never asked you to do it. That was Kikyou.” With a pointed look, she finished, “I've always liked you the way you are.”

 

If he had still possessed pointed dog-ears, they would have flattened against his skull with agitation. “You mean the way I was,” he muttered sourly, unable to meet her gaze.

 

“No, I mean the way you are Inuyasha,” answered the miko. Stepping forward, she grasped his face between her hands, her claws resting just below his ears. “Did you think I liked you because of the way you looked? Because you were a guy? It's what is on the inside that counts.”

 

It wasn't the first time she had said this, but for once Inuyasha listened to her words with rapt attention and processed their meaning. The full import of it was a long time coming. Her next words were a ghostly whisper, as he began to feel light-headed.

 

“Actually, I kind of like my new… features…” A new blush was tinting her cheeks, her watery eyes sparkling with warmth and love. “I can understand Shippou's reasoning. I often wished all of us could live happily ever after, together forever. It's not such a bad wish.”

 

Wide eyed, Inuyasha gazed at his second-love's face. Her skin felt like cool, smooth porcelain on his face, and her claws like tiny pin-pricks on his neck. The rage slowly drained out of him, to be replaced by a perplexing fog in his chest. When he did not speak, she shyly moved closer, until he could feel her body-heat warm his skin. “I always felt a little bit jealous, you know,” she went on, sniffling away the remaining evidence of her emotional outburst a few moments ago. “Of Kikyou for being first. Of Sango, for being so beautiful… Even of you, for being so strong and fast. But now I can be pretty and strong too! So… um… it's not all bad to be a demon?”

 

Placing his hands over the backs of her own, he shifted her hands from their perch on either side of his face. Even her hands were different now, pale and shining in the dim light of the moon. As a youkai, she was delicate, more curvaceous than before, and utterly lovely. But then, he had liked her before too. Just as she said, it was inner beauty that impressed people. Did she really mean that she liked him as … a girl?

 

But that was…

 

And then, his brain stopped functioning, as Kagome drew him in for a hug. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she sunk her fingers into his hair just behind the ears and sighed happily. It was the first time he could recall her initiating any contact between them. He had hugged her once or twice, and she hadn't seemed to mind - and she had said she loved him, now and then. Except he never really had believed her. Or maybe he had never felt worthy of her, because he had been preoccupied with Kikyou?

 

It felt odd, hugging another woman while he was one too. It wasn't a bad sensation. Once or twice, he had even dreamt about Kagome and Kikyou together. If those didn't qualify as freaky dreams, then he didn't know what would, but it was definitely providing food for thought at the moment.

 

“Of course, now you're prettier than me,” mumbled Kagome sullenly, against his neck. “Not fair.”

 

Inuyasha had no idea how to reply to that. The very idea was mortifying. He wasn't pretty! And wasn't there something he had been going to ask her? It was hard to think straight with a priestess hanging around his neck, especially since he had been interested in the girl for years. “Miko wished me this way,” he gasped, finally grasping his train of thought, “Another one might be able to change me back.”

 

Stopping the massage she had been giving the skin behind his ears, Kagome pulled back, and Inuyasha saw something akin to disappointment in her eyes. “Well,” she replied testily, “When I'm as powerful as Midoriko, you'll be the first to know.”

 

Oh crap! Inuyasha cursed internally. She thinks I'm comparing her to Kikyou again, by saying she isn't good enough? He shook his head, and tugged on her clothing to draw her back into his embrace, as an apology.

 

“What are you doing?” she inquired, as a beautiful face with square, blue stripes inched toward her own.

 

At her question, Inuyasha froze in terror. Ack! He had misinterpreted her actions - she wasn't interested after all. As a burning sense of embarrassment crept over him, he sat down abruptly on the futon, and tried to ignore the fact that he was so acutely, miserably female. Of course, girls didn't want other girls. Not even when one of them used to be a boy. How did he get into these situations?

 

With a worried expression, Kagome sat down beside him. They had been together for years now, and the hanyou hadn't tried to kiss her more than once. So, she had merely been asking for information - it had been surprising, that was all! Obviously, he had taken her words the wrong way. Heart racing, she decided on a course of action. It was risky, since his self-esteem had been damaged by his transformation, but perhaps she might be able to make him feel better about the entire experience, perhaps she could give him the confidence he was lacking.

 

He gasped, when she covered his mouth with hers. The kiss was soft and feathery light. Blinking, amber eyes stared at her in amazement. “Kagome, I…”

 

“Shh…” she breathed against his lips, and smiled. It was kind of fun to see the same old eyes, staring out of a different face. And darn it, she had been waiting for the hanyou to make a move forever! If they were both girls, then she didn't have to wait for the guy in the relationship to take the first step anymore, right?

 

So she kissed him again, as he wrapped his arms around her and rolled back, halfway on top of the futon. Her slender form leaned into his waist, as she put one leg on either side of his body, and settled into place. The weight against his hips made him shut his eyes with pleasure. If he had still been a guy, right now she would have been… sitting on…

 

Crossing her arms over her chest, Kagome reached up to pull off the top of her school uniform, and then she placed his hands on her chest, just below the lacy bra she always wore. It was an open invitation, but Inuyasha lay immobile, unable to think as he tried to figure out how he had come to be lying here, and whether he was blessed or cursed. She leaned forward and touched his chest, removing the bindings from below the loosened gi.

 

Once, twice, three times around, and then his breasts were free. The cold night air hit his flesh, and he gasped at the sensation. It was heavenly. Somehow his chest was more sensitive now than before. Earlier, he had been so angry at being tricked that he had ignored his new… assets. Definitely not the first thing Miroku would have done upon becoming a woman.

 

With a mischievous look, Kagome stroked the underside of the mounds, and Inuyasha moaned aloud. For the love of all that was holy, she was enjoying his problems, wasn't she? And how did she know exactly where his body would be the most sensitive? Everyone claimed that practice made perfect, but Kagome shouldn't have known about such things.

 

Her bra scratched against his skin, as she leaned forward again, scraping against his chest. This time, her kiss was stronger. Moving his lips against hers, he heard her intake of breath, and felt pleased to know he wasn't the only one being affected by their contact. It was high time the lacy bra disappeared. Pulling on the sides of it, he tried to figure out the catch and heard her giggle. “It's in the back - here, I'll do it.”

 

And then, they were free. And they were just as superb as he had always imagined. Small, with pert little nipples, and just large enough to fit in his effeminate hands. Copying her movements from a few minutes ago, he traced his claws around the sides of her, and heard her whine in the back of her throat. It wasn't enough, he had to taste them.

 

Doubling over he attacked her chest, marveling at how soft and perfectly round her breasts were. Kagome's hands joined him in his pursuit, and soon they were both eagerly exploring one another. Then taking one of his hands, she placed it against his own flesh.

 

He stilled, confused by her motion. Tracing down his side, with her hand atop his, she met his eyes, her gaze dark with passion as she instilled her idea in his mind. The best way for him to acclimate to his new figure was to know it. Then, once he was at home in his own body, he would be able to defeat his brother more easily. It was brilliant!

 

Kissing her again, to show his appreciation, he rolled them over on the futon, trapping her beneath his form. And suddenly, he felt lighter, more free. Laughter welled up inside him, and he knew if he had been a man, he would have been out of his mind with need right now. Instead, he was calm, focused, and exactly where he needed to be.

 

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The mewling sound of a bitch in heat woke Sesshoumaru. Jerking out of a sound sleep, he furrowed his brow in consternation, breathing heavily. In his dreams, he had lain with a woman. The miko, of course. Except her faceless figure had distinctly had silvery white hair. Inuyasha, then. Did it matter? Neither one wanted him. Biting back a moan, the taiyoukai rolled over and tried to return to the world of dreams. Tomorrow, he would…

 

Another soft cry disturbed his thoughts, and he realized the sounds were not solely the product of his over-active imagination. Sitting up slowly, he listened attentively to the darkness. Surely not. Not in the room right next door.

 

A sweet sounding moan answered his question, and the previously undefeated Lord of the Western lands realized he had been conquered. Outmaneuvered by a sneaky bitch that had once been a human. She had demanded to `stay by his side' and he could not go back on his word. But he had never expected… this. For her to engage in acts of lascivious, immoral behavior, while he listened to them crying out for release.

 

When he had made his wish, he had expressly worded it to separate those two! They were both women now, so nothing should transpire between them! Here, his brain helpfully supplied imagery to support his latest theory - two women, one dark, one light, embracing each other as their hair mingled in a pool on the floor. It almost undid him.

 

Standing up, Sesshoumaru flexed and unflexed his fist, considering the possibilities. He would storm the room and demand that they cease and desist. He would drag them apart if necessary. They would be lying together, in the nude, the miko on the bottom, arching against his half-brother in delight… Or perhaps he could simply crawl into the bed with them, instead? That might work?

 

Two steps before the shoji screen door, he stopped. Trying to swallow, he found his throat dry. Who gave them the right to such pleasure when he had none? What dark twist of fate had sent his brother good fortune while he was left out in the cold? All he had to do was reach out and slide back the door.

 

But he couldn't move.

 

He was the one with all the power, the family connections, money, prestige, everything. Yet Inuyasha had always been… happier. More free. Even after he had been sealed to a tree, betrayed by love, he had never hesitated to defend what he cared for, to make new friends, to thrive on adversity, and to rebound from the most horrible of circumstances. It was like his little brother lived under a proverbial cloud with silver-lining. In real life, failure to plan ahead in a battle meant death, but Inuyasha succeeded time and time again, through nothing but perseverance. For years, Sesshoumaru had searched for his Father's legacy, and in one instant, Inuyasha had turned the blade against him, using it to cut off his left arm. It had felt like proof that his Father despised him, that the fang had defended an unknown human, over his Father's own flesh and blood. And later, he had thought to measure up to his Father by defeating Ryukotsusei, only to discover his brother had done so already, in his usual, unprepared, half-assed fashion. It was insulting. Infuriating, even.

 

They were right there, separated from him by the thickness of a rice paper. But he couldn't do anything about their behavior. If he entered the room, they would be embarrassed and vulnerable, and he would lose any ground he might have made with the miko or his brother. And he couldn't very well leave his room, because that would be like running away, which was something that Sesshoumaru did not do.

 

So instead, he sat down in front of the shoji screen.

 

Smothering a sigh, he wondered how much more he could stand, before he lost his mind with need and impatience. Sadly, knowing his penchant for self-control, the answer was probably a lot. It would be a long night.