InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Divine ❯ Chapter Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )

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Divine

Chapter Thirteen

"I don't know why I did it,

I don't know why I enjoyed it,

and I don't know why I'll do it again..."

--Bart Simpson

The kitchen was drenched in the thickest blanket of silence that Kagome had ever experienced. After her mother had asked her to explain, she'd sat down opposite the woman with a hand clasped over her mouth in dread, unable to come out with anything intelligent that would explain away this little problem.

If she'd been a smarter girl, she would have taken one look at the condom wrapper the moment she'd walked in and said, "What's that?" in an innocent virgin way, and her mother may have had doubts. But the guilt had been written all over her face for all to see. Too late for excuses now.

But that didn't stop her from trying. "Um… what's that?"

Her mother's expression didn't even flicker. "A condom wrapper. It was in your room."

"How odd…" Kagome gulped. "What happened to the condom?"

"I was hoping you'd be able to answer that." Her mother returned evenly.

Crap… I'm soooo dead. "Urm… well…"

"I found it in your trash can." Mrs Higurashi interrupted. "Before I went and changed your sheets for you."

That had to be the crud on the cake. What was she supposed to say to that? What did her mother want her to say? How was she going to say it?

"Kagome," her mother reached forward to enclose the wrapper in her hand before leaning back to deposit it into the trash can behind her. "You had a boy in your room while we were away, didn't you?"

Kagome bowed her head in shame. "Yes." She couldn't lie to her mother.

"Thank god."

A beat of silence passed over the table before Kagome inched her gaze up. "What?"

"For a while there I thought someone had broken into the house and befouled your room." Her mother's face was suddenly very smiley. "Now that that's settled, I better get on with the washing."

Kagome stared in dumb shock as her mother stood. Just as Mrs Higurashi was walking past, Kagome caught her arm to stop her. "Aren't you mad?" she asked haltingly.

"At what, sweetie?" Mrs H smiled down at her.

"That… that I had sex…" Kagome frowned slightly.

"Oh, good heavens! Why would I be angry about that? You're certainly old enough and you've been legal for two years - who am I to get upset about what my daughter decides to do?" Mrs Higurashi stroked her hair. "To be honest, I'm surprised that this seemed to be your first time. I was almost certain that you'd been having sex for years - if not with that nice Inuyasha boy then certainly with Mr. Hojo."

Kagome almost balked at her mother, too shocked to form words.

Her mother saw this and crouched down beside her chair. "Look, Kagome. When I gave birth to you I vowed that I wouldn't give you the same upbringing that my mother gave me. That woman suffocated me. She hardly ever let me leave the house and sheltered me from anything to do with sex. I wasn't even allowed to eat a banana until I was eighteen. She didn't believe in sex before marriage either… so I had quite a shock waiting for me on my wedding night."

Kagome gulped again.

"What I'm saying is that I promised myself that I'd never hold you back from your path in life. When you started going through the well I wasn't happy, but I knew that it was what you wanted so I let you and so I was happy for you." Her mother told her. "But I'm surprised a pretty girl like you didn't lose your virginity long ago."

A heavy blushed settled on Kagome's cheeks. "Well… I never felt ready before."

"So…" Mrs Higurashi grinned as she settled into 'girlfriend' mode. "Who was he?" She was secretly crossing her fingers behind her back and hoping the answer was-

"I-Inuyasha."

Yes! Finally a son with plush ears! "I suspected as much." Mrs Higurashi embraced her shell-shocked daughter warmly. "And I'm so proud of you for using protection. Most girls you age are stupid enough to not bother!"

Kagome still hadn't recovered yet. "So you're not mad?"

"Kagome, give it up." Her mother stood up. "I'm proud, not mad. Only my daughter would be able to hook herself a catch like that." And now that he's practically my son-in-law, I have ear-fondling rights!

"Oh…"

"But I don't think we should tell the boys." Mrs Higurashi said suddenly. "It's not that I don't think Souta's old enough to know, it's just that he'll probably let slip to Grandpa and then he'll be-"

"Upset. I know." Kagome nodded quickly.

"It's not that he doesn't like Inuyasha… it's just that you're still his little girl. You remember how broken hearted he was when you hit puberty."

"He wouldn't talk to me for a week."

"Maybe you can tell after the third child." Mrs Higurashi winked, and before Kagome had a chance to splutter with indignation, she swept out of the room saying something about clothes needing to be washed.

Kagome's face still burned, but it was only mildly now - more due to the fact that she'd had something similar to 'the talk' with her mother. But that had gone better than she'd ever had hoped. Her mother didn't mind her sex life… in fact she was proud of it.

Kagome gave herself a shake. That had been a very narrowly avoided repercussion right there waiting for her…

Oh woe was the life of a monk who had pledged his entire life to helping other people. Buddha forbid he ever help himself. He was one more rip away from his kazanna opening up and swallowing him hole - instantly bringing an end to his family line and stopping any chance of his ancestors getting their revenge so they could rest in peace - but here he was making some kind of viagra out of ground up "hanyou penis". Exactly which hanyou this belonged to, he wasn't sure, but he damn well hoped it was Naraku's.

Actually, it was probably nothing of the sort. Hanyous were hard to find, and last time Miroku had checked, Inuyasha still had all his tackle in one piece, so the chances of this actually being authentic were little to none. In fact, he could almost have sworn he was grinding up dried Narcissus petals by the smell of it.

"What exactly is it that Kaede wants you to make?" Sango asked curiously as she peered over his shoulder at the white powder the monk was grinding with his mortar and pestle.

"Well, one of the sixty-odd year old men in the village is having trouble getting it up for his wife who wants another baby so he's commissioned Kaede to make some kind of viagra for him in order to satisfy the woman, and Kaede has in turn commissioned me to do it instead, except, I'm not entirely sure it will work anyway because it's not really the penis of a hanyou, it's actually just a flower, but then again, some flowers are said to have the effect of an aphrodisiac. Want a taste?"

Of course, he didn't actually say that because he knew that saying such a thing would earn him nothing more than a slap and a screeched "Pervert!". So instead he simply smiled blandly and said, "It's a pain reliever for one of the village men who is having trouble with his shoulders."

"Oh." Sango's brow raised. "Does it work?"

"Hopefully, yes." Miroku said benignly, as he tipped half of the powder into a little paper slip. He stood up. "Well, that should do it. I better go deliver it to that… poor, poor man."

Sango waited until he had left the hut before inching closer to the mortar he'd left behind. To be truthful, her shoulders had been killing her for quite some time now and carrying around that enormous boomerang of bone had done nothing to help the pain either.

Well… as long as there weren't any strange side-effects.

Sango grabbed the pot of fresh water that had been boiling steadily over the fire, and tipped a splash into the mortar containing the last remains of the 'pain reliever'. With one gulp, the taiji-ya drained the liquid and pulled a face.

That tasted oddly like daffodils…

Inuyasha wasn't feeling like a particularly happy person as he made his way back down to the village. Kagome had once again ran off and left him unfulfilled. For a lover, she sure didn't put out much…

He intended to find her again and finish what she'd started, and the first place he looked was Kaede's hut. There wasn't anyone in there apart from a pot of heating water and an empty mortar.

"Gone home already, huh?" Inuyasha glowered around the one-room house before turning to leave again with every intention of tracking the schoolgirl back through the well -

When he bumped into Miroku.

"Watch where you're walking, bouzu!" He snapped.

"I was." The monk replied dryly. "Where are you off to?"

"Ah - uh-" It probably wasn't wise to say he was off to go sex Kagome up… "To find Kaede… we need to talk about shelves."

At the mere mention of Kaede he twitched, and quickly forced his way past the monk before he gave himself away any further. Miroku followed the hanyou with his gaze, slightly puzzled at his behavior, and more than slightly suspicious. He stepped inside the hut with the intention of cleaning up the remainders of his earlier potion… only to find someone had already beaten him to it.

He was busy staring at the empty mortar when Shippo bounded into the hut and leapt on his shoulder. "Heeey, Miroku." He greeted in a sing-song voice. "What's going on?"

"Inuyasha's sexually harassing Kaede again." The monk replied evenly, unawares that the kitsune had just slipped off his shoulder and hit the floor in shock. "Each to their own, I suppose…"

"Miss, the condoms don't come any larger than this."

"No, that can't be right. What about all the men who are bigger than jumbo sized?"

"Miss, men don't come any bigger than jumbo sized."

As if it wasn't embarrassing enough buying condoms, but Inuyasha's generous size wasn't making it easy for her to find the right sort. And the more she argued with the store clerk, the hotter her face burned.

There were only four sizes available to her. Small, medium, large and extra large. Except that the condom manufacturers had renamed them recently so they were now; large, extra large, super size, and jumbo sized. A bit misleading. But at least the condom sales had shot up recently…

"Look - jumbo size isn't going to be big enough." Kagome rapped her nails against the desk. "Are you really sure that you don't have anything bigger?"

"Is this some kind of joke?" the young store clerk looked around. "Am I on TV or something."

Urgh… why bother? "Fine, I'll take the freaking jumbo size."

"One box or two?"

"Six, please." Kagome shifted uncomfortably. "And please don't look at me like that."

"Like what, miss?" Now he avoided looking at her altogether. "Now would you like ribbed? Studded? Glow in the dark?"

Kagome opened her mouth to decline straight away, before pausing in thought. Perhaps a novelty condom might tempt Inuyasha into wearing them more- "No. Definitely not." Let's not go down that road, Kagome…

Evening was always a pleasantly quiet time in Kaede's village. Shippo was accompanying Kaede on an errand as a woman in the village was giving birth and the old miko was acting as the midwife.

Some people have all the luck, Miroku thought grudgingly about the overjoyed father of the newborn. He sighed to himself as he continued grazing the ring of his staff with a rock, sharpening it for lack of a beautiful woman to make love to. It seems everyone's out there having sex and babies except for me - I, who needs sex and babies above anyone else!

Thoroughly annoyed with life, Miroku set his staff down on the porch with a clatter. He was itching to just suck something up to vent his anger…

"Houshi-sama… there you are."

Miroku turned to see Sango making her way toward him in her casual kimono… a kimono that seemed a little loose right then. But that was nothing compared to how husky her voice seemed.

He had sex on the brain.

He always had sex on the brain.

Shaking himself of his naughty thoughts, he smiled at the approaching girl. "Nice evening." he commented.

"Mm." Sango stopped right in front of him. "Houshi-sama - you know that massage you promised me…" she trailed off with expectantly raised eyebrows.

"Of course I do." He slid back a little and patted the little seat of porch now between his knees. He knew it was a slap waiting to happen, but he loved teasing this woman.

But more to his shock and mild horror, Sango didn't even bat an eyelid and sat down promptly between his legs. "Thank you, Houshi-sama. All this fighting has made me all tense and knotted. I can't seem to get rid of the pain…"

"W-Well… we'll soon sort that out." His stutter was more due to his shock than anything else. He was pretty sure that Sango had just slapped him so hard that he was unconscious and dreaming of her sitting with him.

Gently resting his fingertips on her shoulders, he began pushing his thumbs against the muscles above her shoulder blades, pressing through the cloth of her kimono to try and loosen the muscle. Sango groaned slightly and Miroku had to shake his head to clear his thoughts again. He had to concentrate very hard on her shoulders to avoid thinking of other things that would cause the taiji-ya to groan like that.

"That's nice…" she hissed under her breath, letting her head droop to the side. "Here, this might be better…"

She suddenly loosened her kimono even further, letting it drop halfway down her upper arms. Miroku almost froze at the sight of her bare shoulders - all smooth and creamy and feminine - but he quickly overcame his moment of weakness and moved his hands back over her exposed shoulders. He touched, kneaded and stroked the muscles into submission, and enjoyed every damn moment.

Sango certainly wasn't helping to temper his thoughts with her careless little moans.

"That's so good…" she breathed, making his legs turn to jelly. It was a very good thing that he was sitting down. It was an equally good thing that she couldn't see his lap either. "Have you done this before, Houshi-sama?" she practically purred.

He had, of course. He'd impressed several young maidens and princesses in his time with these little tricks, massaging his way through households at a time. Everyone loved a good massage. But it was pointless. Princesses and young maidens didn't do the same kind of back-breaking labor that men suffered, and their muscles were as flexible and soft as a child's. Sango, on the other hand, had the most amazing knots in her muscles. He enjoyed working them loose, and hearing her earnest groans in response. This was a hundred times better than massaging the squishy necks of all those other girls…

"Not really… only on men." He reassured.

"Mm… yeah, right there." Her back arched provocatively as his thumb found another trigger point. "A bit lower… nh.. a bit more…"

Miroku pursed his lips and followed her commands, pushing his hands further down her back until he was passing over her ribs. The kimono was being forced further down, until finally, Sango unlocked her arms and let it fall completely to her waist.

Miroku cursed his rotten luck to be stuck on the wrong side of her.

"That's great, just a bit lower." Sango encouraged, biting her lip.

He was caressing her hips and the small of her back, and wondering how on earth he'd ended up in such a predicament. He kept shooting anxious looks around him into the darkening vicinity, wondering who might be peeping out of their huts and seeing more of Sango than he could. But no… every appeared to be in bed, preparing for more hard work in the fields tomorrow.

"Yeah, just here." Sango's hands guided his own onto her stomach, and with each caress her body moved. Her hips tilted, her back arched and her head fell back. "A bit higher."

He obeyed, finding the bottom of her ribs.

"Higher…"

The bare skin beneath her breasts.

"Higher…"

She can't possibly mean-

Sango grabbed his hands and placed them directly over her breasts.

By now, Miroku was very positive that when he'd offered Sango a seat between his legs she'd bludgeoned him to death with his own arm and he was now in heaven. Except, with all the sins he'd committed up until this point, there was no way he was getting through those pearly gates.

In which case, hell wasn't that bad.

"Sango, these aren't muscles." Miroku noted, even though his hands were quite happily touching and stroking the generously proportioned mounds of flesh.

"I know… but it feels so good to have them touched." The young woman moaned quite loudly and pressed her back against his chest. "Just don't stop, Houshi-sama."

'Houshi-sama' sighed quietly to himself as he reluctantly detached one of his hands from her chest and reached into his robes. He withdrew a slip of paper with an ofuda charm painted on it, licked the back, and slapped it against Sango's forehead.

The taiji-ya stiffened. "Uh… Houshi-sama. What are you doing?"

"Oh… just checking you weren't possessed or anything."

"And am I?"

"Not really." Miroku peeled the ofuda off with a sense of mild surprise, screwing the strip of paper up and tossing it over his shoulder. Well, she'd passed the first test… which was in fact the only test. It was better not to look a gift horse in the mouth…

Sango sighed happily as his hand returned to her breast, squeezing and pinching her distended nipples lightly as his lips feathered against her shoulder. "What brought this on?" she heard him ask quietly, even though he probably wasn't that interested.

"I don't know." For some reason, while she'd been taking a refreshing dip in the river to ease her shoulder seeing as how the 'pain reliever' hadn't really lived up to its name, she'd begun feeling frustrated. She'd started thinking about the Houshi-sama and his quiet smile and deep eyes and had marveled at the mere possibility that such a handsome, brave and strong man would ever be attracted to her - a resurrected taiji-ya with a hideously scarred body.

But then again, making the Houshi attracted to you wasn't that difficult a task. If you breathed, moved on two legs and had a hole, you were pretty much fair game.

But the only reason he chases other women is because he wants an heir… he's engaged to you and you do nothing to help ease his plight. What kind of woman are you?

Sango's conscience had started to bother her. Her husband-to-be was interested in other women and she really had only herself to blame. Maybe if she gave him what he wanted, he wouldn't need to seek other women?

What could it hurt? Especially now that she suddenly felt rather hot and bothered at the mere thought of the Houshi…

"If we're going to be together one day, why are we waiting. Our time is becoming more and more precious these days… let's not waste it." An ache had been growing between her legs since the moment his fingers had touched her bare skin. Now that his hands were skillfully manipulating her breasts, he seemed to stoke that ache into a searing flame with each caress. Hastily, she grabbed one his hands and drew it down past her stomach, past her loosened obi until he was cupping the apex of her thighs.

"You're full of surprises today." She heard him mutter behind her as he took her hint and pressed a digit against the bundle of nerves.

Sango snapped taut against him, a heady cry tearing from her throat. It was a great response, but Miroku couldn't help but look around anxiously in case they'd attracted unwanted attention. They were right in the open here…

"Houshi-sama, I don't want to wait any longer." Sango said urgently as she suddenly shifted around until she was facing him with her knees drawn around his hips. Miroku regarded their new position with a great deal of interest, especially now that he was confronted with the finest pair of breasts he'd ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on. But he didn't have much time to admire them, as Sango soon stole his breath with a kiss that made his eyes cross. "Please take me." She begged against his lips. "Don't say no."

Putting it like that… "Well, if I must." He conceded, and gave himself up completely to her kiss.

Sango was a remarkably good kisser. She seemed to have an instinct for sensuality and an untamed, highly responsive appetite. It was delightful, as well as very flattering, when he only had to skim his fingers down her hips to earn a whimper of pleasure.

He wanted to take things slow, to memorize her body and learn actually which buttons to press - but Sango didn't seem to be in the mood for slow love making. Her hasty fingers fumbled with his robes, pushing them out of the way rather than removing them. Miroku didn't argue with her speedy methods, not when there was a risk that anyone could walk by at any moment and catch them, and not when her cool fingers closed around his heated length.

A electric bolt of pleasure shot up his spine at the light contact and he swallowed hard, furrowing his brow in an attempt to contain himself. He had to be careful, considering it was her first time. Sango, on the other hand, had no intention of being careful. No sooner had she freed him from his fundoshi, than she tilted her pelvis forward in order to lower herself onto him.

Penetration was quick, smooth and painless, the union instant, and they gasped as one - Miroku by the sudden warmth that surrounded him, and Sango for the fullness that he gave her. And that's when Miroku realized belatedly…

This was no virgin that he was making love to.

"Hi, Mrs Kagome's mom." Inuyasha greeted as he stopped in the doorway of the living room. "Is Kagome around?"

Mrs Higurashi looked up from her book, mildly surprised to find Inuyasha there. What did he do, tiptoe through the front door or something? She just smiled and pointed upward. "In her room, I think you'll find."

"Thanks." Was it just him, or was that smile just that slightest bit peculiar? Like the woman knew something he didn't… "See ya."

"Bye bye! Keep the noise down, ok?"

Very peculiar woman…

Inuyasha didn't bother knocking on Kagome's door when he got upstairs, and simply barged through and looked around. He found the girl leaning out of her window.

"Saw you coming." She said before he could utter any kind of greeting or expletive (one and the same for Inuyasha).

"Hey bitch, why did you come running back here so suddenly?" he demanded, walking up behind her.

"Had to. Ran out of condoms." Kagome stared off into the night. "Mom knows about what we did."

Inuyasha blinked at her back, nonplussed. "What did we do?"

"We had sex in my bed!" Kagome whirled around, exasperated.

"Oh." Inuyasha glanced guiltily at the bed. "Was that not allowed?"

"I was this close to being disowned!" Kagome threw up her hand to squeeze her finger and thumb together. "I saw my life flashing before my eyes!" she relaxed back against the window sill with a sigh. "Fortunately, mom's a cool kind of person. She doesn't seem to mind that we had sex… in fact, I think she approves."

"Of course she does." Inuyasha 'keh'ed as he moved her to her dressing table and began fiddling with the various little pots of potions and powders. "I keep trying to tell you, you shouldn't be embarrassed by sex. It's natural. Everyone has it. It's not something to be ashamed of."

Kagome narrowed her eyes. "When have you told me that?"

"Dunno… maybe I dreamt it." He sniffed her nail varnish, but had to draw back quickly with his eyes spinning. "Ew…"

Kagome sighed. "I know all that, but it's weird when the woman who raised you finds out about your sex life." She bit her lip. "Not only that, but she has just assumed that I've been having sex for ages!"

"Easy mistake to make." Inuyasha tapped the end of a can of deodorant on the dressing table, trying to figure out a way to open it, oblivious to Kagome's scowl.

"Why does everyone say that? I'm not a slut just because I'm pretty!"

"You're not modest either." Inuyasha turned his attention to her facial wipes.

"Would you stop fiddling, you damn moocher!" Kagome stomped over and ripped the cosmetics out of his hands. "This is serious - my mother thought I was a floozy and you're not even listening to me."

"That's because you're saying stupid things." He rolled his eyes. "You're making a big deal out of nothing."

"I am not-"

Inuyasha cut her off abruptly with a sharp kiss. An anger muscle twitched in Kagome's cheek, and she refused to reciprocate. After a moment, Inuyasha drew back reproachfully. "What's the matter? If your mother approves then why are you being so cold?"

"Look, it's weird, ok?" Kagome said as she went to flop down on her bed. "I don't want to do that sort of thing with Mom around… I feel like she's listening at the door or something."

"Nah." Inuyasha shrugged. "She just told me to keep the noise down with you. She's reading a book."

"Oh god…" Kagome buried her face in the pillow. "Maybe in the Sengoku Jidai, Inuyasha. But I don't think I'll ever have sex in this house again for as long as I live."

"Then let's go back through the well. Like. Now." He headed for the window.

Kagome wrinkled her nose. "No…" she murmured. "To be honest, I haven't been having very many good nights sleep since we went over there. I'd just like to be in my own bed for once with a guaranteed an eight hour sleep. You're welcome to stay here, as well."

Inuyasha perked up.

"Just no nookie."

Inuyasha perked… down.

Kagome held out an arm to him, and with an upward glance at the heavens, Inuyasha moved toward the bed and lay down beside her. The schoolgirl cuddled up to him with a content smile. "My little hot water bottle." She sighed happily.

Inuyasha pouted at the ceiling. "Little…?"

>TBC