InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Compliments of a Falling Bomb ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Compliments of a Falling Bomb
By Juju-san
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha. Yay. And I still don't own a clever disclaimer line.
Thanks to my devoted fans! (All one of you.)
Chapter Four
When Raiha awoke several hours later, the room was dark and she had no idea where she was. Terrified, she sat up in the bed, panting wildly, eyes darting around as she struggled to remember what had happened.
Her eyes fell upon a large painting on the south wall of the room, depicting a tall, powerful looking man with pale hair, wielding two large swords. He was dressed in clothing typical of the 15th century, she noted, finally realizing that she was in a guest bedroom at the Taishou estate. For some reason, the man's eyes, golden and catlike, disturbed her…they saw nothing, and at the same time, everything.
Rising from the bed, she walked over to the mirror on the dressing table and began attempting in vain to smooth her hair. I look like hell, she thought. Then again, I always do.
Shrugging, she glanced at the digital clock on the left side of the table. One AM. Damn, I slept for a long time…but it's still so early. She sighed and lay down on the bed again, staring at the ceiling. Her mind wandered, finally settling on Sesshoumaru. Closing her eyes, she pictured him, or more accurately, him and herself, entwined on the very bed she was currently lying on, in a very compromising situation.
She opened her eyes again, glancing at the painting on the far wall. The figure looked quite a bit like him, except that the features were a bit coarser, and the man in the portrait looked a bit less…feminine. The first time she saw him, she'd almost mistaken him for a girl, until she noticed the absence of breasts and heard him speak. Still…she wondered faintly if that made her bisexual, as she found him attractive, even when she thought he was a girl.
Her hand, unbidden, wandered over her chest, then down to her hips, playing with the button on the jeans she'd “borrowed” from Miroku's girlfriend, whoever she was. Slim fingers slid down, teasing her lower abdomen as she continued to stare at the painting, although she was seeing someone else…
A knock on the door jarred her from her thoughts, and she withdrew her hand, completely embarrassed. She felt ashamed for having such thoughts about someone she hardly knew, but could hardly blame herself. Any woman would think the same about him…
Standing shakily, she exhaled and walked to the door, opening it cautiously. She was greeted with the sight of a solid male chest, swathed in a white and red silken robe with a floral pattern near the shoulders. Drawing her gaze up slowly, she looked into the eyes of none other than the man she'd just been fantasizing about…the memory of what she had been about to do brought a light blush to her cheeks, something that she rarely did.
“Y-yes?” Smooth, Raiha…. She tried to seem cool, nonchalant, but in her mind she was beating the hell out of herself, preferably with a large stick or some other such blunt object.
“Father asked me to come check on you. If you need anything, just ring the bell on your nightstand…“ He indicated which object he was talking about with a graceful wave of his hand, “…and one of the servants will come help you. …Goodnight.” He looked faintly uncomfortable as he said the last words, as if they were too friendly or emotional for his tastes.
She nodded. “Goodnight, then…” She bit her lip, feeling the urge to throw herself at him and hug him, but decided that the gesture would most likely not be appreciated. Smiling and shaking her head at herself, she closed the door gently and went back to the bed. Lying down, she fell into a fitful, although thankfully dreamless sleep.
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The next morning found Raiha sprawled out on the massive bed, her head and left arm hanging precariously over the edge. One leg had somehow gotten wrapped around the bedpost, and she was hugging her poor pillow for dear life.
She sat up and glanced at her bedside table, seeing a small green bag tied with a silk ribbon sitting there. Raising a brow, she pulled it into her lap and opened it, pulling out a small towel, a bar of soap, and a hair brush. One of the servants must have left this for me. And it's a good thing…I'm in a very sorry state.
She chuckled, then headed into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
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Once finished, she walked out the door and down the hall into what appeared to be the main living room. A boy dressed in a red t-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans was perched on the edge of the couch, frantically tapping buttons on a video game controller. She stood in the doorway, eyeing him curiously for a moment, trying to decide whether or not she should enter.
Noting the silver hair, she assumed that he was the younger brother Miroku had hinted about. She was taken aback by the small, furry ears that were nestled in his mass of hair, then sighed, still trying to get used to the fact that she was living with a family of youkai. The ears twitched, and she covered her mouth, fighting the urge to squeal. Backing up, she was about to exit the room when a gruff voice stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Are you gonna stand there gawking all day, or are ya actually planning on saying something?”
The boy was looking at her, a slightly irritated expression on his face. She shook her head and walked to the couch, standing near the left arm, unsure if he wanted her to stay and introduce herself, or leave.
“Are you…Sesshoumaru's brother?” Her voice sounded small and timid, and he smirked up at her.
“That would be me. Just don't let him hear you saying his name like that; he'll burn you at the stake. Come on, sit. I don't bite…”
He grinned ferally at her and she shrank back, which seemed to amuse him, as he laughed quite loudly. Quirking a brow, she sat down on the couch, staying a safe distance away from him- just in case he was lying, she reasoned.
He went on playing his game for a few minutes as Raiha sat in silence, staring at the wall, then turned to her and raised a brow, folding his arms over his chest.
“So. You're that one chick, huh? Miroku said you got raped or somethin', but you don't really smell like it…” With that, he leaned in and began sniffing at her neck, ears twitching away.
Moving back a little to escape his unwanted evaluation of her did little, as it only seemed to prompt him to lean further forward until he was practically in her lap. Raiha gave a little shriek and slid onto her back, the arm of the couch resting uncomfortably against the back of her neck. Her eyes widened as she tried to think of a way to escape the awkward situation without being rude.
Her salvation came in a rather unexpected way. She could hear someone clearing their throat and turned her head, eyes widening more in horror.
A girl with somewhat unruly black hair, wearing a pleated skirt stood in the doorway tapping her foot, making angry little noises with her throat. Beside her was the man she assumed to be her “host,” and the father of the boy who practically had his head down her shirt at the moment. He glared and she shoved InuYasha off quickly, smoothing her clothing out with an embarrassed flush.
She and the other girl spoke at the same time.
“InuYasha! What is the meaning of this?”
“It's not what it looks like, I swear!”
Said boy gave both girls an innocent smile that looked obscene on his wicked, wicked face.
“Just getting acquainted, Kagome.”
Turning to his father, he raised a brow:
“She wasn't raped, so that's good, ne?”
Raiha wished desperately that the floor would open up and swallow her whole. Standing, she bowed to the pair and fled the room, fighting back the insane laugh that one acquires only acquires when traumatized or very, very nervous all the way.
The man turned and glared at her retreating back, then swiftly left the room, headed in the opposite direction.
TBC.
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