InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Divine Temptation ❯ The Bus Ride ( Chapter 4 )
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By: FluffysMyHomeboy 
on the bus
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.02.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 905 | Status: Work In Progress
on the bus
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.02.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 905 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N - thanks to all my reviewers, please keep them coming. Err, if anyone has any suggestions or would like to see something happen, well let me know. Err . . . on with the story.
~*DIVINE TEMPTATION*~
The Bus Ride
A young woman, about 20 years of age was watching all of the ruckus. She glided over to the group with a clipboard in her hand. “Let me guess,” she drawled. “You guys are in my group.”
Everybody turned to face her, and the guys’ mouths dropped. She was stunning, with long black hair, soulful brown eyes and evenly tanned skin. She was wearing a white tank top that showed her navel and red shorts with white flip flops. She giggled, clearly basking in the attention of the males while the females growled at her. “Hello,” she said. “My name is Kikyo. Let me take attendance before we talk. Inuyasha Hyate?”
“Here,” Inuyasha called.
She glanced up to smile at him, and he blushed while the girls giggled. He turned to growl at them while the boys snickered. He must have realized that he couldn’t make everybody shut up, so he dropped it. “Attendance,” he reminded her.
“Right. Thank you. Err, where was I? Oh, Sesshomaru Hyate?”
“Here.”
“Sango Tajiiya?”
“Here.”
“Kagome Higurashi?”
“Here.”
“Rin Shingetsu?”
“Here.”
“Miroku Mushin?”
“Here.”
“Kouga Takeda?”
He pried his lips away from Ayame’s long enough to answer her. “Here.”
“Ayame Wari?”
“Here.”
“Ok, so I was right. You are all in Group 7, my group.” All of the guys, except Kouga and Sesshomaru who eyed her warily, cheered. “Ok, kiddies. Settle down. This says you’re all seniors so you know the drill. As I said before, I’m Kikyo and I’m your camp counselor. As seniors, you’re going to have a lot more freedom, but you still have to follow rules. No smoking on the grounds. If a member of the opposite sex is in your cabin, the door has to be at least halfway open. But they can’t be in there at all after curfew, which for you all is 2 AM. If you must have sex, which I’m not supposed to encourage, but fuck it, you’re teenagers, like you’re going to listen to me, I don’t want to find condom wrappers everywhere. Make sure they are correctly disposed of. No drinking, unless you’re at a senior party. No fighting. And a bunch of other insane shit you should already know by now. Any questions?”
Miroku raised his hand.
She glanced down at her clipboard and looked up at him. “Miroku, right?”
Miroku looked as if he were going to faint because she remembered his name. He walked towards her and dropped to one knee. “Where have you been all my life? Please say you’ll bear my children?”
Kikyo giggled flirtatiously and denied him. Miroku looked crestfallen, but upon hearing that, the girls remembered that they were supposed to be killing him. However, they were still confined in the arms of the guys. So Rin pulled Inuyasha’s ears, Kagome pulled Sesshomaru’s hair, Sango poked Shippou in the eye, and Kirara . . . well, Kirara laughed. Kouga and Ayame merely shook their heads and went back to making out.
Kikyo smiled over the trouble that she had inadvertently caused. ‘I think I like this group already’ she thought. ‘Because the Gods know, the past few years were boring as hell.’ “The buses ear being loaded now,” she said aloud. “You guys are on the purple one in the back. Make sure you’re on it in 15 minutes. Later,” she said flippantly as she walked away.
Rather than chance the untimely murder of their friend, the guys decided to carry the girls to the bus, much to their chagrin.
“Fluffy?” Kagome said sweetly, running her hands through his hair. ‘Gods, it feels like silk. I’d like to make a pillow out of his hair and . . .’
His reply cut her thoughts short. “What?” he asked suspiciously.
“You can put me down now. I promise I won’t hurt him. Much,” she added under her breath.
Obviously she forgot about Sesshomaru’s near perfect hearing. He smirked at her added comment and shook his head. “No.”
“Fine then,” she said with a pout. But Kagome didn’t stop touching his hair solely because she was enjoying it. As she turned to see her friends’ faces also showing disappointment, she guessed that they weren’t going to be put down until they actually did get on the bus. “This sucks,” she muttered.
Sesshomaru smiled at her, and she inhaled sharply. The shock of seeing him smile along with the brightness of it nearly made her swoon. “It’s not that bad. This Sesshomaru knows that you enjoy spending time in his presence. So I have decided to grant you a gigantic favor, and let you talk to me,” he said, shifting her so that she was on his back with her hands still in his hair and her legs were around his waist, comfortably crossed at the ankles. His hands cupped her ass, and she gasped at the intimacy of it all, too shocked to respond to Sesshomaru’s narcissistic comment. Suddenly her scent changed. There was a sharp spike of arousal mixed with the usual combination of jasmine and vanilla, and she fought to stifle a moan as the constant movement of Sesshomaru’s legs caused the fabric of her shorts to rub against her, creating a delightful friction between her legs.
Sesshomaru was not the only one who noticed Kagome’s change in scent. Inuyasha looked at them and frowned over the way Sesshomaru was holding her. ‘If the bastard hurts her,’ he thought, ‘brother or not, I’ll kill him.’ He felt his anger steadily using but it stopped when he felt a small, delicate hand touch his sensitive ears. “Rin?” he called.
“Yeah,” she murmured breathlessly.
Her voice unnerved him. So did the change in her scent. He had never noticed it before, but it was a sensuous combination of lilies of the valley and roses. But hers spiked also, similar to the change in Kagome’s scent. ‘She cannot be getting off from riding me, can she?’ he thought to himself. Although, he was well liked, the fact that he was a half breed made his very insecure. He’d only been with 2 girls and they both left when they realized that he wasn’t a full fledged demon. In fact, the only girl that he was interested in romantically that hadn’t left him after finding out that he was a hanyou was Kagome. And she didn’t want him like that. He sighed dejectedly. “What are you doing?”
“Rubbing your ears. I always wondered what they felt like.” She inwardly chastised herself over her forwardness. “Do you want me to stop?”
He didn’t answer her because he couldn’t think straight. Her fingers were lightly dancing over the tip of each of his ears and then they rubbed the base of each one with the exact pressure that they needed. He sighed contentedly, inwardly smiling over the quick change in his mood. But he couldn’t help it. Her skill nearly rivaled Kagome’s.
“Inuyasha?” Rin called.
“What?”
“Do you want me to stop?” she repeated.
“Gods, no.”
“Good. Cuz I wasn’t planning on stopping, so your answer didn’t really matter.” She smiled over his growl that couldn’t overshadow his purring. Odd but it comforted her.
Inuyasha was about to reply sarcastically when they reached their bus. Lord, it was a sight. The bus itself was a pale lavender with large windows, trimmed with deep violet. It was pretty. That was the problem. What self respecting male would want to ride on a pretty, purple, girly bus?!
However, Kagome, Rin, Sango, Kirara, and Ayame shrieked at the sight of the bus. “It’s so pretty,” Kirara gushed. “My car is the exact same color as this?”
“You drive now?” Shippou asked, setting Sango down much to her delight. “They gave you a license with that lead foot of yours?”
“For your information, I only failed four times,” she said huffily.
“Whatever. Are we sitting together on the bus?”
“Course. It’s a ritual,” she replied. They walked onto the bus that Kouga and Ayame had already boarded. The wolves were once again swapping spit.
“Holy shit,” Shippou muttered. “Can you two get a room?”
Kouga didn’t even bother to pry his lips away from his girlfriend’s. He merely flipped Shippou off and winked, sliding his hand up Ayame’s shirt. Shippou rolled his eyes and went o find a seat.
Still outside, Kagome turned in Sesshomaru’s arms to see Sango on the ground, talking civilly to Miroku, as they entered the bus together.
“Hey Fluffy?” she said, poking him in the head.
“What?”
“Sango’s on the ground.” She turned and saw Inuyasha putting Rin down as they chatted amicably. “Rin’s down too.”
“So?”
“That means, Captain Obvious, that you can put me down now.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Huh?” she screamed.
“I don’t want to put you down. I find that I rather like holding you. I like having you depend on me. So I’m not going to put you down. Sorry.”
She sputtered angrily as Sesshomaru began to carry her into the bus. When he decided on a seat, he sat down, dumping her unceremoniously in his lap. She tried to climb away but he merely wrapped his arm around ger waist. It had the effect of a steel band. She sighed and accepted her fate.
Rin was boarding the bus with Inuyasha at her heels when she noticed that there were only one row of seats left, unless she counted the one that should be occupied by Kagome If Sesshomaru ever decided to put her down. Rin turned to face Inuyasha and smiled sadly. “Looks like we’re stuck together, Yash.”
“I don’t mind,” he sad. Her heart soared. “For a weak human wench, you aren’t half bad.”
Rin had no idea why his comment angered her so much, but it did. She faced him with most evil look he had ever received and he immediately felt like the biggest ass in the world. ‘Oh, Rin, that’s not what I meant. I should’ve just said that I enjoyed your company. But how do I fix it,’ he thought to himself. He needn’t have bothered. Her next words cut him to the quick.
“It’s ok, Inuyasha. For a weak half demon, you aren’t half bad either.”
“You know what? Fuck you Rin,” he said angrily.
“The feeling’s mutual,” she said as tears sprung to her eyes. She wanted to stop fighting with him. She really did. She just didn’t know how. So she tried to apologize. “Inuyasha, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“Forget it, wench,” he grumbled.
“I mean it, Yash. I don’t know what came over me.”
“I do.”
“Ok, oh Great One, enlighten me.”
“Keh.”
“Is that all you’re going to say?” she screeched.
“Whatever. Look, let’s just get our seats.” The pair sat down next to each other, once talking so comfortably and now the armrest between them was almost like a brick wall. Inuyasha was too proud to admit that her remark stung and Rin was seething because he didn’t accept her apology when she never apologizes. Either way, neither one was willing to admit they were wrong. Rin tried to ignore the hanyou next to her but once the bus started moving, she remembered how tired she was. Her body started to sway as she tried to fight the sleep that was slowly overtaking her.
Inuyasha noticed. “Rest your head on my shoulder,” he muttered.
“Why? So you can call me a pathetic human again?”, she said while trying to stifle a huge yawn.
Inuyasha didn’t answer. He was transfixed bu the sight of Rin’s tongue darting out of her mouth, and several images ran through his head, all in which Rin was doing other, more sensual things with her lovely pink tongue. Luckily, Rin decided tp follow his instructions. She raised the arm rest and turned so that her back faced the aisle. She placed both of her legs on top of his and put her head on his shoulder. Their earlier animosity forgotten about as quickly as it developed, Inuyasha wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. She sighed contentedly. He did too. They shared a thought then, so clear, it was almost as if it was spoken aloud.
‘Life is good.’
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< br> Kagome was watching the whole spectacle from the time the two had entered the bus. When she heard Rin’s half-breed comment, her hear stopped. She knew how sensitive Inuyasha was about his demonic status, or rather lack of. She started biting her lip worriedly until somehow the two reconciled their differences. No longer concerned with the Rin and Inuyasha situation, she turned back to face the sexy, amber eyed demon, who was laying there with is eyes closed. ‘Gods, he’s gorgeous,’ she thought.
“It’s not polite to stare,” he said suddenly.
She blushed.
He smiled.
“Then stop being so damn sexy,” she complained under her breath, pouting the whole while.
“You think I’m sexy?” he asked, arching a fine, perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
“You know you’re sexy,” she ground out.
“I do?” he asked, confusion etched on his features.
“Don’t bull shit me. You practically ooze sexiness.”
“I do, don’t I?”
“Look, I cannot believe we are having this conversation.”
“Neither can I,” he said, fingering her hair lightly. Kagome froze, mesmerized by his gentle touch. He stopped abruptly. “This Sesshomaru thinks that you need your rest about as much as the other human,” he said, his eyes still closed. Kagome stared at him, completely entranced by his masculine beauty, while everything he said passed by unregistered. He sighed loud enough to part her hair. “I know you are comfortable. Put your head on my shoulder and go to sleep so I can have some peace.”
Somehow, Kagome seemed inclined to obey him. She rested her head on his shoulder and smiled into his neck. He felt the movement of her lips and it reminded him of a butterfly’s caress. It affected him as much as it would have if she had kissed him. Sesshomaru decided to let it go. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was tired. He needed to rest too.
He inhaled deeply, loving the way the jasminey vanilla intertwined with the very scent of Kagome’s essence seemed to calm his senses. Opening his eyes, he looked around to see Ayame and Kouga sleeping in a similar position, and Kirara leaning against the window with Shippou’s head in her lap while she stroked his hair.
Satisfied with his inspection and assured that no harm would come to Kagome, he once again closed his eyes. They popped back open when he realized that he was worried about the human in his lap. Sesshomaru looked down at her and noticed that she was sleeping, her lips set in a pouty expression. His body tightened painfully as he imagined those lips doing other things. To him. And only to him. Angry that his thoughts were straying, he decided to just go to sleep and try to control his unruly mind another time.
For some strange reason, the legend of the Hyate men popped into his head. Legend has it that when a Hyate man meets the woman that is destined to be his mate, a small part of that man screams “MINE!” It is up to that man to either let his mate go or to claim her. However, the road is never easy, and the females love to run. Sesshomaru never dwelled on it much, it was just a story that is passed down form generation to generation even though his father swears up and down that he heard that voice when he saw Inuyasha’s mother. Not his, Inuyasha’s.
Rather that get upset, Sesshomaru closed his eyes and welcomed sleep. One more thought passed through his head before he drifted into divine unconsciousness. And it scared the shit out of him.
Unless it was the product of his sleep deprived mind, a part of him kept shouting the word “MINE!” And it only happened when he looked at Kagome.
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Sango sighed and stared out of the window. She was tired and bored. Miroku sat next to her, a similar expression on his face.
“Hey Sango?” he called.
“What up?”
“Do you mind if I rest my head in your lap? I’m really tired,” he said drowsily.
She stared at him suspiciously. There was no guile in his sparkling violet eyes. Rather, there was a clear honest expression that was fighting a valiant battle with sleepiness. And losing. She shrugged and nodded. He sighed audibly, his relief apparent and put his head in her lap. Within minutes, she could head his light snores. Shifting so that she could comfortably rest her head on the small of his back, she laid down. “This is nice,’ she thought before she fell asleep.
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The bus driver, Myoga, smiled sadly. He didn’t have anyone to talk to since his passengers were all asleep. He pulled out an ancient pair of head phones and put on his favorite rock cd, steeling himself for the 5 hour trip.
“It’s going to be a long ride,” he said to himself. And Myoga is never wrong.
~*DIVINE TEMPTATION*~
The Bus Ride
A young woman, about 20 years of age was watching all of the ruckus. She glided over to the group with a clipboard in her hand. “Let me guess,” she drawled. “You guys are in my group.”
Everybody turned to face her, and the guys’ mouths dropped. She was stunning, with long black hair, soulful brown eyes and evenly tanned skin. She was wearing a white tank top that showed her navel and red shorts with white flip flops. She giggled, clearly basking in the attention of the males while the females growled at her. “Hello,” she said. “My name is Kikyo. Let me take attendance before we talk. Inuyasha Hyate?”
“Here,” Inuyasha called.
She glanced up to smile at him, and he blushed while the girls giggled. He turned to growl at them while the boys snickered. He must have realized that he couldn’t make everybody shut up, so he dropped it. “Attendance,” he reminded her.
“Right. Thank you. Err, where was I? Oh, Sesshomaru Hyate?”
“Here.”
“Sango Tajiiya?”
“Here.”
“Kagome Higurashi?”
“Here.”
“Rin Shingetsu?”
“Here.”
“Miroku Mushin?”
“Here.”
“Kouga Takeda?”
He pried his lips away from Ayame’s long enough to answer her. “Here.”
“Ayame Wari?”
“Here.”
“Ok, so I was right. You are all in Group 7, my group.” All of the guys, except Kouga and Sesshomaru who eyed her warily, cheered. “Ok, kiddies. Settle down. This says you’re all seniors so you know the drill. As I said before, I’m Kikyo and I’m your camp counselor. As seniors, you’re going to have a lot more freedom, but you still have to follow rules. No smoking on the grounds. If a member of the opposite sex is in your cabin, the door has to be at least halfway open. But they can’t be in there at all after curfew, which for you all is 2 AM. If you must have sex, which I’m not supposed to encourage, but fuck it, you’re teenagers, like you’re going to listen to me, I don’t want to find condom wrappers everywhere. Make sure they are correctly disposed of. No drinking, unless you’re at a senior party. No fighting. And a bunch of other insane shit you should already know by now. Any questions?”
Miroku raised his hand.
She glanced down at her clipboard and looked up at him. “Miroku, right?”
Miroku looked as if he were going to faint because she remembered his name. He walked towards her and dropped to one knee. “Where have you been all my life? Please say you’ll bear my children?”
Kikyo giggled flirtatiously and denied him. Miroku looked crestfallen, but upon hearing that, the girls remembered that they were supposed to be killing him. However, they were still confined in the arms of the guys. So Rin pulled Inuyasha’s ears, Kagome pulled Sesshomaru’s hair, Sango poked Shippou in the eye, and Kirara . . . well, Kirara laughed. Kouga and Ayame merely shook their heads and went back to making out.
Kikyo smiled over the trouble that she had inadvertently caused. ‘I think I like this group already’ she thought. ‘Because the Gods know, the past few years were boring as hell.’ “The buses ear being loaded now,” she said aloud. “You guys are on the purple one in the back. Make sure you’re on it in 15 minutes. Later,” she said flippantly as she walked away.
Rather than chance the untimely murder of their friend, the guys decided to carry the girls to the bus, much to their chagrin.
“Fluffy?” Kagome said sweetly, running her hands through his hair. ‘Gods, it feels like silk. I’d like to make a pillow out of his hair and . . .’
His reply cut her thoughts short. “What?” he asked suspiciously.
“You can put me down now. I promise I won’t hurt him. Much,” she added under her breath.
Obviously she forgot about Sesshomaru’s near perfect hearing. He smirked at her added comment and shook his head. “No.”
“Fine then,” she said with a pout. But Kagome didn’t stop touching his hair solely because she was enjoying it. As she turned to see her friends’ faces also showing disappointment, she guessed that they weren’t going to be put down until they actually did get on the bus. “This sucks,” she muttered.
Sesshomaru smiled at her, and she inhaled sharply. The shock of seeing him smile along with the brightness of it nearly made her swoon. “It’s not that bad. This Sesshomaru knows that you enjoy spending time in his presence. So I have decided to grant you a gigantic favor, and let you talk to me,” he said, shifting her so that she was on his back with her hands still in his hair and her legs were around his waist, comfortably crossed at the ankles. His hands cupped her ass, and she gasped at the intimacy of it all, too shocked to respond to Sesshomaru’s narcissistic comment. Suddenly her scent changed. There was a sharp spike of arousal mixed with the usual combination of jasmine and vanilla, and she fought to stifle a moan as the constant movement of Sesshomaru’s legs caused the fabric of her shorts to rub against her, creating a delightful friction between her legs.
Sesshomaru was not the only one who noticed Kagome’s change in scent. Inuyasha looked at them and frowned over the way Sesshomaru was holding her. ‘If the bastard hurts her,’ he thought, ‘brother or not, I’ll kill him.’ He felt his anger steadily using but it stopped when he felt a small, delicate hand touch his sensitive ears. “Rin?” he called.
“Yeah,” she murmured breathlessly.
Her voice unnerved him. So did the change in her scent. He had never noticed it before, but it was a sensuous combination of lilies of the valley and roses. But hers spiked also, similar to the change in Kagome’s scent. ‘She cannot be getting off from riding me, can she?’ he thought to himself. Although, he was well liked, the fact that he was a half breed made his very insecure. He’d only been with 2 girls and they both left when they realized that he wasn’t a full fledged demon. In fact, the only girl that he was interested in romantically that hadn’t left him after finding out that he was a hanyou was Kagome. And she didn’t want him like that. He sighed dejectedly. “What are you doing?”
“Rubbing your ears. I always wondered what they felt like.” She inwardly chastised herself over her forwardness. “Do you want me to stop?”
He didn’t answer her because he couldn’t think straight. Her fingers were lightly dancing over the tip of each of his ears and then they rubbed the base of each one with the exact pressure that they needed. He sighed contentedly, inwardly smiling over the quick change in his mood. But he couldn’t help it. Her skill nearly rivaled Kagome’s.
“Inuyasha?” Rin called.
“What?”
“Do you want me to stop?” she repeated.
“Gods, no.”
“Good. Cuz I wasn’t planning on stopping, so your answer didn’t really matter.” She smiled over his growl that couldn’t overshadow his purring. Odd but it comforted her.
Inuyasha was about to reply sarcastically when they reached their bus. Lord, it was a sight. The bus itself was a pale lavender with large windows, trimmed with deep violet. It was pretty. That was the problem. What self respecting male would want to ride on a pretty, purple, girly bus?!
However, Kagome, Rin, Sango, Kirara, and Ayame shrieked at the sight of the bus. “It’s so pretty,” Kirara gushed. “My car is the exact same color as this?”
“You drive now?” Shippou asked, setting Sango down much to her delight. “They gave you a license with that lead foot of yours?”
“For your information, I only failed four times,” she said huffily.
“Whatever. Are we sitting together on the bus?”
“Course. It’s a ritual,” she replied. They walked onto the bus that Kouga and Ayame had already boarded. The wolves were once again swapping spit.
“Holy shit,” Shippou muttered. “Can you two get a room?”
Kouga didn’t even bother to pry his lips away from his girlfriend’s. He merely flipped Shippou off and winked, sliding his hand up Ayame’s shirt. Shippou rolled his eyes and went o find a seat.
Still outside, Kagome turned in Sesshomaru’s arms to see Sango on the ground, talking civilly to Miroku, as they entered the bus together.
“Hey Fluffy?” she said, poking him in the head.
“What?”
“Sango’s on the ground.” She turned and saw Inuyasha putting Rin down as they chatted amicably. “Rin’s down too.”
“So?”
“That means, Captain Obvious, that you can put me down now.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Huh?” she screamed.
“I don’t want to put you down. I find that I rather like holding you. I like having you depend on me. So I’m not going to put you down. Sorry.”
She sputtered angrily as Sesshomaru began to carry her into the bus. When he decided on a seat, he sat down, dumping her unceremoniously in his lap. She tried to climb away but he merely wrapped his arm around ger waist. It had the effect of a steel band. She sighed and accepted her fate.
Rin was boarding the bus with Inuyasha at her heels when she noticed that there were only one row of seats left, unless she counted the one that should be occupied by Kagome If Sesshomaru ever decided to put her down. Rin turned to face Inuyasha and smiled sadly. “Looks like we’re stuck together, Yash.”
“I don’t mind,” he sad. Her heart soared. “For a weak human wench, you aren’t half bad.”
Rin had no idea why his comment angered her so much, but it did. She faced him with most evil look he had ever received and he immediately felt like the biggest ass in the world. ‘Oh, Rin, that’s not what I meant. I should’ve just said that I enjoyed your company. But how do I fix it,’ he thought to himself. He needn’t have bothered. Her next words cut him to the quick.
“It’s ok, Inuyasha. For a weak half demon, you aren’t half bad either.”
“You know what? Fuck you Rin,” he said angrily.
“The feeling’s mutual,” she said as tears sprung to her eyes. She wanted to stop fighting with him. She really did. She just didn’t know how. So she tried to apologize. “Inuyasha, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
“Forget it, wench,” he grumbled.
“I mean it, Yash. I don’t know what came over me.”
“I do.”
“Ok, oh Great One, enlighten me.”
“Keh.”
“Is that all you’re going to say?” she screeched.
“Whatever. Look, let’s just get our seats.” The pair sat down next to each other, once talking so comfortably and now the armrest between them was almost like a brick wall. Inuyasha was too proud to admit that her remark stung and Rin was seething because he didn’t accept her apology when she never apologizes. Either way, neither one was willing to admit they were wrong. Rin tried to ignore the hanyou next to her but once the bus started moving, she remembered how tired she was. Her body started to sway as she tried to fight the sleep that was slowly overtaking her.
Inuyasha noticed. “Rest your head on my shoulder,” he muttered.
“Why? So you can call me a pathetic human again?”, she said while trying to stifle a huge yawn.
Inuyasha didn’t answer. He was transfixed bu the sight of Rin’s tongue darting out of her mouth, and several images ran through his head, all in which Rin was doing other, more sensual things with her lovely pink tongue. Luckily, Rin decided tp follow his instructions. She raised the arm rest and turned so that her back faced the aisle. She placed both of her legs on top of his and put her head on his shoulder. Their earlier animosity forgotten about as quickly as it developed, Inuyasha wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. She sighed contentedly. He did too. They shared a thought then, so clear, it was almost as if it was spoken aloud.
‘Life is good.’
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< br> Kagome was watching the whole spectacle from the time the two had entered the bus. When she heard Rin’s half-breed comment, her hear stopped. She knew how sensitive Inuyasha was about his demonic status, or rather lack of. She started biting her lip worriedly until somehow the two reconciled their differences. No longer concerned with the Rin and Inuyasha situation, she turned back to face the sexy, amber eyed demon, who was laying there with is eyes closed. ‘Gods, he’s gorgeous,’ she thought.
“It’s not polite to stare,” he said suddenly.
She blushed.
He smiled.
“Then stop being so damn sexy,” she complained under her breath, pouting the whole while.
“You think I’m sexy?” he asked, arching a fine, perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
“You know you’re sexy,” she ground out.
“I do?” he asked, confusion etched on his features.
“Don’t bull shit me. You practically ooze sexiness.”
“I do, don’t I?”
“Look, I cannot believe we are having this conversation.”
“Neither can I,” he said, fingering her hair lightly. Kagome froze, mesmerized by his gentle touch. He stopped abruptly. “This Sesshomaru thinks that you need your rest about as much as the other human,” he said, his eyes still closed. Kagome stared at him, completely entranced by his masculine beauty, while everything he said passed by unregistered. He sighed loud enough to part her hair. “I know you are comfortable. Put your head on my shoulder and go to sleep so I can have some peace.”
Somehow, Kagome seemed inclined to obey him. She rested her head on his shoulder and smiled into his neck. He felt the movement of her lips and it reminded him of a butterfly’s caress. It affected him as much as it would have if she had kissed him. Sesshomaru decided to let it go. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was tired. He needed to rest too.
He inhaled deeply, loving the way the jasminey vanilla intertwined with the very scent of Kagome’s essence seemed to calm his senses. Opening his eyes, he looked around to see Ayame and Kouga sleeping in a similar position, and Kirara leaning against the window with Shippou’s head in her lap while she stroked his hair.
Satisfied with his inspection and assured that no harm would come to Kagome, he once again closed his eyes. They popped back open when he realized that he was worried about the human in his lap. Sesshomaru looked down at her and noticed that she was sleeping, her lips set in a pouty expression. His body tightened painfully as he imagined those lips doing other things. To him. And only to him. Angry that his thoughts were straying, he decided to just go to sleep and try to control his unruly mind another time.
For some strange reason, the legend of the Hyate men popped into his head. Legend has it that when a Hyate man meets the woman that is destined to be his mate, a small part of that man screams “MINE!” It is up to that man to either let his mate go or to claim her. However, the road is never easy, and the females love to run. Sesshomaru never dwelled on it much, it was just a story that is passed down form generation to generation even though his father swears up and down that he heard that voice when he saw Inuyasha’s mother. Not his, Inuyasha’s.
Rather that get upset, Sesshomaru closed his eyes and welcomed sleep. One more thought passed through his head before he drifted into divine unconsciousness. And it scared the shit out of him.
Unless it was the product of his sleep deprived mind, a part of him kept shouting the word “MINE!” And it only happened when he looked at Kagome.
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Sango sighed and stared out of the window. She was tired and bored. Miroku sat next to her, a similar expression on his face.
“Hey Sango?” he called.
“What up?”
“Do you mind if I rest my head in your lap? I’m really tired,” he said drowsily.
She stared at him suspiciously. There was no guile in his sparkling violet eyes. Rather, there was a clear honest expression that was fighting a valiant battle with sleepiness. And losing. She shrugged and nodded. He sighed audibly, his relief apparent and put his head in her lap. Within minutes, she could head his light snores. Shifting so that she could comfortably rest her head on the small of his back, she laid down. “This is nice,’ she thought before she fell asleep.
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The bus driver, Myoga, smiled sadly. He didn’t have anyone to talk to since his passengers were all asleep. He pulled out an ancient pair of head phones and put on his favorite rock cd, steeling himself for the 5 hour trip.
“It’s going to be a long ride,” he said to himself. And Myoga is never wrong.