InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Feni's Ficlets ❯ Field of Screams ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

A/N: This seasonal ficlet was created in response to the fabulous Forthright's Hallowe'en Drabble Challenge on LiveJournal, and was first posted on 30 October, 2006.

 

The requirements for the drabble included an alternate pairing, an appearance by Naraku, a pumpkin, a biting, and the line `That's just scary'.

 

Field of Screams

 

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It was near dusk when the foursome came across the field of pumpkins on the outskirts of a prosperous village. Great heaving mounds of tangled vines humped into untidy hillocks, revealing only tantalizing glimpses of the plump, turgid, rounded forms beneath.

 

Kagome stopped to admire the suggestively contorted landscape, and Inuyasha, for once, didn't immediately complain. Sango and Miroku stopped just behind them, but instead of the expected slap, Sango let out a shrill screech of surprised pain.

 

“Houshi! Have you lost your mind?” she shrieked and pushed him violently away.

 

The monk rubbed his cheek ruefully. “I just thought I'd try something different to approach you, instead of a grope. That was an affectionate nip.”

 

“Nip? You weirdo… you bit me!”

 

Kagome and Inuyasha rolled their eyes and sighed. Inuyasha sniffed deeply, then growled dangerously while firmly gripping his weapon. “Shit… I smell Naraku… and he isn't alone.” Catching Kagome around the waist, he leapt them into the centre of the field, landing before an extremely large, pulsating heap of vines. Kagome let out a squeak as a tendril curled around her naked thigh and sensuously tickled the tender inner skin. Claws flashed, and the cursing hanyou slashed it away.

 

“Inuyasha… that isn't a pumpkin vine, is it?” she quavered.

 

“It's Naraku, all right… by all the gods of heaven and hell!”

 

At that moment, the vines fell away, revealing a dishevelled, flushed, familiar taiyoukai, his head flung back, his fangs bared and his claws buried in the long twining tresses of their hated foe, who was face-down and had his arms wrapped tightly around Sesshomaru's waist.

 

Inuyasha drew Tetsusaiga while yelling, “Sesshomaru! Is that bastard trying to absorb you again?”

 

Heavy-lidded yellow eyes focused briefly on the hanyou's narrowed amber gaze, and then the taiyoukai gave a very satisfied, very lop-sided smirk. “Not so much `absorption', little brother, as `consumption'…” His voice trailed off as his head lolled back.

 

“It must be the miasma is affecting his brain…” Inuyasha muttered. “Stand back, Kagome!” He squared up, but then an exultant howl pinned his ears back into his hair. The Tetsusaiga thudded gently to the ground as his brother's words sank in, to the point that he was barely aware of Kagome `eeping' behind him, or of Miroku's arrival at his shoulder.

 

The monk cocked his head to one side as he put away his sutras, peering intently at the involved couple framed by the writhing `vines', then shuddered. “Eeyew…that's just scary, what Naraku can do with those tentacles…”