InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Your Mind ❯ "This...is not natural..." ( Chapter 3 )
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By: AerynTheDemon 
Sesshoumaru wakes up. o-o
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 248 | Status: Completed
Sesshoumaru wakes up. o-o
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 248 | Status: Completed
Wow...so long, so long...
Anywho. I've returned to show Sesshie's waking up sequence in Inu's body. *Grins evilly* Bwahahahaha All will bow before me... Except for my luver, of course. YaY Sarah!
Changing your mind
Chapter 3 - "This...is not natural..."
Sesshoumaru's eyes stung with the burning tingles one would obtain should they stay awake too long. He nearly whimpered; an action that had his inner man balking with horror. He tried to move, but only managed to emit a rumbling groan, thankful that only Rin was present to hear it.
"Hey...you alright? I found you passed out..." It was an immediate thought that the voice was nowhere near that of his sweet little wards. Golden eyes flew open and his body jerked spasmodically, refusing to do as he bid and stand. He paused and lay there silently, taking deep breaths and gathering his bearings, while whoever was kneeling beside him scuttled backwards.
A moment later he managed to sit up, the fuzziness that barricaded his vision subsiding. He looked over, seeing a young woman… It was… Yes, that was it. This was Inu Yasha’s bitch. He bared his fangs, feeling the talons on both hands gouge the ground.
Wait a minute! Two hands? He lifted his left appendage into his vision, blinking at it stupidly. He…had a hand…and he…was wearing a red haori.
“You dressed me, Bitch?” His right hand flew to his throat, wrist brushing against smooth beads and a heavy stone talisman. He glanced over at her to see the priestess’ face flush with anger.
“SIT, BOY!”
What? His golden eyes widened as the rosary glowed and pulled him down with a force he couldn’t fight. And unmanly groan passed his lips, puppy-like ears twitching. He was beginning to feel that he needed to slaughter someone with his borrowed claws.
Something small and loud hopped onto his head and began dancing around, pinching his sensitive ears and tugging on his silver locks. With a low, desperate snarl, he swiped his talons at the kitsune, leaping to his feet once he was able. Absently, as if too caught up in the habit to realize it, he unsheathed Tetsusaiga and instead of brandishing it, he stabbed it into the ground, his anger flaring as he advanced towards Kagome.
Shippo leapt in front of her and started to scold him, but he merely kicked the cub to the side, effectively knocking him out. The adrenaline rush of his demonic blood was making him lightheaded and fogging his mind. He was vaguely aware of his actions, and could feel the twinge of pain as his claws and fangs lengthened.
The nervousness and fear in her eyes wafted off her lithe form, tantalizing his nose and making him shudder in delight. With a silent leap, he had the girl pinned up against the tree, his demonic instincts taking over him entirely. Sesshoumaru looked through the bloody eyes in disgust, trying to make Inu Yasha’s body pull away from her warm, luscious form, but to no avail. His- no, Inu Yasha’s blood wanted her.
With a low growl that was almost a purr, he leaned in, nuzzling against her creamy neck. Why, oh why did he have to let go of the Tetsusaiga? Sesshoumaru wanted her to fear him and respect him, and by being a full demon he could do so, but he was only making himself look like a fool. One could guess now how stupid he felt for not knowing that even he could not control their father’s blood.
“I-Inu…Yasha…?” she whimpered, pressing herself further against the tree in a desperate attempt to put some distance between them. He would have none of that. He inched closer, his tongue snaking out to caress her collarbone, delighting in the way her breath hitched. His fangs grazed her tender flesh, soothing the faint pain with a sweep of his tongue while one of his thighs slipped between her legs, a low, ragged groan passing his lips at the heat she had to offer.
Sesshoumaru, however, was near vomiting in his mind, trying in vain to restore order to the demon’s mental state. It was as if he were locked in a glass prison that wouldn’t break, seeing all that was going on, but unable to reach the controls to Inu Yasha’s body.
“Mine…” That surely wasn’t the voice he was borrowing as it raced across her pale skin, raising goose bumps that he felt beneath the pads of his fingers as they clutched her arms.
A sudden whistling sound caught his attention and he whirled around to catch the hilt of Tetsusaiga before it could impale him or his own. The prison shattered and Sesshoumaru raced to regain control and it worked. He felt the rushing tide of Inu Yasha’s blood die down and settle.
“Inu…Yasha?” It was the wench again. Just the sound of her voice and her vanilla scent laced with traces of arousal made him lean on Tetsusaiga and attempt several dry heaves that left his stomach and lungs burning.
A young-looking monk and slayer stood nearby, the female holding the Kitsune, still out cold. The man cocked his head to the side and blinked as Kagome fumed.
“This…is not natural…” Sango nodded in agreement and five sits and one ‘I’m going home!’ later, Sesshoumaru was left to brood in a tree, thinking up several creative and gory ways to slaughter the woman who gave him the talisman and how to get his own body back. Miroku and Sango looked on in horror. Inu Yasha usually never let Kagome leave without some sort of scathing retort, but Sesshoumaru realized that this was neither the time nor the place to have a hissy fit like his younger sibling was prone to.
Aeryn
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Anywho. I've returned to show Sesshie's waking up sequence in Inu's body. *Grins evilly* Bwahahahaha All will bow before me... Except for my luver, of course. YaY Sarah!
Changing your mind
Chapter 3 - "This...is not natural..."
Sesshoumaru's eyes stung with the burning tingles one would obtain should they stay awake too long. He nearly whimpered; an action that had his inner man balking with horror. He tried to move, but only managed to emit a rumbling groan, thankful that only Rin was present to hear it.
"Hey...you alright? I found you passed out..." It was an immediate thought that the voice was nowhere near that of his sweet little wards. Golden eyes flew open and his body jerked spasmodically, refusing to do as he bid and stand. He paused and lay there silently, taking deep breaths and gathering his bearings, while whoever was kneeling beside him scuttled backwards.
A moment later he managed to sit up, the fuzziness that barricaded his vision subsiding. He looked over, seeing a young woman… It was… Yes, that was it. This was Inu Yasha’s bitch. He bared his fangs, feeling the talons on both hands gouge the ground.
Wait a minute! Two hands? He lifted his left appendage into his vision, blinking at it stupidly. He…had a hand…and he…was wearing a red haori.
“You dressed me, Bitch?” His right hand flew to his throat, wrist brushing against smooth beads and a heavy stone talisman. He glanced over at her to see the priestess’ face flush with anger.
“SIT, BOY!”
What? His golden eyes widened as the rosary glowed and pulled him down with a force he couldn’t fight. And unmanly groan passed his lips, puppy-like ears twitching. He was beginning to feel that he needed to slaughter someone with his borrowed claws.
Something small and loud hopped onto his head and began dancing around, pinching his sensitive ears and tugging on his silver locks. With a low, desperate snarl, he swiped his talons at the kitsune, leaping to his feet once he was able. Absently, as if too caught up in the habit to realize it, he unsheathed Tetsusaiga and instead of brandishing it, he stabbed it into the ground, his anger flaring as he advanced towards Kagome.
Shippo leapt in front of her and started to scold him, but he merely kicked the cub to the side, effectively knocking him out. The adrenaline rush of his demonic blood was making him lightheaded and fogging his mind. He was vaguely aware of his actions, and could feel the twinge of pain as his claws and fangs lengthened.
The nervousness and fear in her eyes wafted off her lithe form, tantalizing his nose and making him shudder in delight. With a silent leap, he had the girl pinned up against the tree, his demonic instincts taking over him entirely. Sesshoumaru looked through the bloody eyes in disgust, trying to make Inu Yasha’s body pull away from her warm, luscious form, but to no avail. His- no, Inu Yasha’s blood wanted her.
With a low growl that was almost a purr, he leaned in, nuzzling against her creamy neck. Why, oh why did he have to let go of the Tetsusaiga? Sesshoumaru wanted her to fear him and respect him, and by being a full demon he could do so, but he was only making himself look like a fool. One could guess now how stupid he felt for not knowing that even he could not control their father’s blood.
“I-Inu…Yasha…?” she whimpered, pressing herself further against the tree in a desperate attempt to put some distance between them. He would have none of that. He inched closer, his tongue snaking out to caress her collarbone, delighting in the way her breath hitched. His fangs grazed her tender flesh, soothing the faint pain with a sweep of his tongue while one of his thighs slipped between her legs, a low, ragged groan passing his lips at the heat she had to offer.
Sesshoumaru, however, was near vomiting in his mind, trying in vain to restore order to the demon’s mental state. It was as if he were locked in a glass prison that wouldn’t break, seeing all that was going on, but unable to reach the controls to Inu Yasha’s body.
“Mine…” That surely wasn’t the voice he was borrowing as it raced across her pale skin, raising goose bumps that he felt beneath the pads of his fingers as they clutched her arms.
A sudden whistling sound caught his attention and he whirled around to catch the hilt of Tetsusaiga before it could impale him or his own. The prison shattered and Sesshoumaru raced to regain control and it worked. He felt the rushing tide of Inu Yasha’s blood die down and settle.
“Inu…Yasha?” It was the wench again. Just the sound of her voice and her vanilla scent laced with traces of arousal made him lean on Tetsusaiga and attempt several dry heaves that left his stomach and lungs burning.
A young-looking monk and slayer stood nearby, the female holding the Kitsune, still out cold. The man cocked his head to the side and blinked as Kagome fumed.
“This…is not natural…” Sango nodded in agreement and five sits and one ‘I’m going home!’ later, Sesshoumaru was left to brood in a tree, thinking up several creative and gory ways to slaughter the woman who gave him the talisman and how to get his own body back. Miroku and Sango looked on in horror. Inu Yasha usually never let Kagome leave without some sort of scathing retort, but Sesshoumaru realized that this was neither the time nor the place to have a hissy fit like his younger sibling was prone to.
Aeryn
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