InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Five Hundred Miles in Penny Loafers ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns Inuyasha; therefore, I do not.I also don't own Nike, or any common sense, apparently.

 

Well, my brain is pickled on sea water and liquor. Went on a cruise to the Bahamas last week. Did the snorkeling thing. Drank, a lot. Found it a little alarming how many rotund chicks squeeze into teensy weensy bikinis, two (no, make that four) sizes too small. Blech. Needless to say, I'll never look at Jell-O the same way again, so I swore off the buffet in favor of a diet of Stoli's & Cran and Mojitos. Hey, gotta have a well balanced diet. This story, if you can call it that, is the result.

 

I'm backtracking a little here. This one's actually a prequel to Allergy Season, Ma & Pa Snafu and Move Over Oil of Olay. You might want to get a shovel, a napkin and (maybe), if I did it right; a fresh pair of undies. God only knows which of the previously mentioned items you may need to wade through this load of crap. Oh, I must give an honorable mention to SplendentGoddess. See the end notes for the reason. Don't want to give the farm away too soon.

 

Filth is apparently the norm `round here. So take a hike, if you no like.

 

 

Five Hundred Miles in Penny Loafers

 

 

Kagome was in serious need of a pick-me-up. Three and a half years wandering the feudal era's countryside in penny loafers was doing a number on her arches and her self-esteem was in the dumper. She wasn't really sure why she continued to wear them, since she graduated and no longer wore a uniform. The young miko figured she was either a sucker for punishment, or craving a little consistency in her life. How penny loafers provided a semblance of consistency, she wasn't sure. But hey, sometimes it's the little things that keep a girl sane.

 

While she figured she could solve the arch issue with a shiny new pair of Nike running shoes, the self-esteem problem was another matter. Her intention was to go to the mall to purchase the sneakers and maybe a garish nail polish or a frilly new bra; something, anything to make herself feel feminine. While her attire may be considered revealing in the feudal era, the poor girl just felt frumpy.

 

Traveling with the hanyou of her dreams, who avoided her like the plague, certainly didn't help matters. Now that Naraku was gone and revenge had been served, the last jewel shard was Inuyasha's sole focus, when he wasn't crabbing about every little thing, that is.

 

Hmm, maybe a pair of four inch hooker heels might give her a lift. If not her state of mind, they'd lift her ass for sure. Not that she needed an ass lift, what with all the walking, or that she would ever wear them for an audience; but if she could ever get some time to herself, she could at least prance around her room and feel sexy for five frickin' minutes.

 

And why did it seem that she only attracted the goobers? She never had any interest in Hojo as more than a good friend, and mostly she just felt sorry for the poor, inept putz. Same with Koga, but he at least had some testosterone. Hojo was a little on the effeminate side, and Koga had more testosterone than one male should be allotted. It tended to cloud his judgment a weensy bit. So Kagome was always chased by either the cave-man type, or the pretty boy who wouldn't know what to do with a girl if he ever got one. Maybe he was just wanted to braid her hair and do her nails.

 

But the one she wanted and loved with all her heart treated her as a necessary inconvenience eighty percent of the time. The other twenty percent, he avoided her like she was a walking herpes outbreak or something. She'd surmised that he was still mourning Kikyo, who had passed three months ago, and couldn't stand to be near the reincarnation. It hurt, a lot, but she wasn't about to lay him on a guilt trip.

 

However, at this point, Kagome had to wonder what would hurt more; his avoidance, or if he decided they could be together, would it only be because she was his last resort? As much as she loved him, she wasn't the same silly fifteen year old girl, who fell down a well and gave her heart away to a being that couldn't give her his in return. Back then, she was willing to take what she could get, only to damage herself in the process. Somewhere along the way, she realized that she didn't want to be the fall back girl. She was a person, not a plan B.

 

Before Kagome dug herself into a pit of self pity, she straightened her back and got ready to go shopping; when what to the wondering eye did appear? A gorgeous hanyou in a gaudy, red outfit and adorable, fuzzy ears. Too bad he was only here to nag her into an early grave about the jewel shard.

 

The supremely un-jolly man in red popped through the window. Kagome cut him off just as he was inhaling for his predictable rant. “I have to go shopping for supplies. I'll come back a little later this afternoon.”

 

“We don't have time to dawdle. What's so important you have to waste time shopping for?” She could swear there was a pull-sting on him somewhere, that every time he entered her room, he'd get stuck in a playback loop. He was like a life-sized doll that had five phrases. His were: “Feh”, “Fuck you, asshole”, “We don't have time for this”, “We have to hurry and get the jewel shard”, “Get your ass moving, Kagome”, and what he'd just said upon arrival. Kagome frequently found herself lip-synching along with his script.

 

“We're out of ramen and I need a few things, so why don't you just go back and I'll be there in a couple hours, tops.” Her response was automatic and she checked behind her to make sure she didn't have a pull-string, and the gods weren't some lousy sit-com writers.

 

“Screw that. If I leave you to your own devices, you would never come back.” Well that wasn't part of the script.

 

Kagome stopped dead in her tracks to stare at him in disbelief. He was sure he was going to get sat when he saw her start to tremble with anger, but was confused when her expression morphed to pained resignation.

 

“It's so nice to know that after all this time; you have so little faith in me. I made you a promise. Have I broken it yet, even when the only times you speak to me anymore, are to lob insults at me? Why don't you just… oh, to hell with it. Here…” Kagome stomped over to her closet and yanked out a tee-shirt and jeans she kept for him and threw them at him. “I'll be downstairs when you're done.”

 

Inuyasha stood speechless as the most dependable person in his life fled her room to get away from him. Her door slammed shut and he could hear her cursing herself for thinking she might have made a difference as she stomped down the stairs.

 

Feeling numb, the hanyou meandered his way to her bed to sit down and collect his thoughts. He scooped up the clothes turned projectiles, set them neatly on her bed and hung his head. Why couldn't he ever just say what he meant, rather than couch it with insults? Beating around the bush with vague allusions to how he felt obviously wasn't cutting it. Avoiding her was putting a strain on their relationship. Avoiding risk to his heart was something he'd gotten very good at, but the games were getting childish. Maybe it was time to grow up.

 

He thought back to the last time he saw her naked. She had gathered her things for a bath in a nearby spring. Sango had offered to go with her, but Kagome said she just needed some quiet time to herself. They were camped for the night, so there was no rush. This had been a little less than two weeks ago.

 

Kagome's feet and back were aching and she just wanted a little peace from a long day of stupid arguments over ramen, groping and you name it. That day had just turned out to be a cluster-fuck of annoyances. Inuyasha knew she was nearing her wit's end.

 

After telling a big fat lie about scouting the area for danger, he slipped off to follow her. The others never suspected him, since he knew they believed him to be allergic to nudity. He watched her from his perch about fifty feet up in the tree canopy, well hidden in the shadows of the night.

 

It had been many months since he last saw her unclothed, so he enjoyed the chance to catch up on the most recent developments. She was almost nineteen, and absolutely stunning. Trim and toned with firm, perky breasts that he estimated were a good bit more than a handful.

 

She was massaging her lower back and calves, trying to work out the kinks. Kami, how he had wished those were his hands working out those knots, kneading her flesh. He continued his tree frog impression while she scrubbed down and soaked for a while.

 

When Kagome got out, she spread her towel on the grass and laid down to stretch out her back. One knee lifted to her chest as her lower body twisted in the opposite direction in order to pop her lumbar. The desire to touch her was incapacitating, and enough to make a grown hanyou want to cry.

 

His body craved her, his heart wanted to love her and be loved by her. So what was holding him back this time? Kikyo was finally at peace, so he didn't have to worry about the guilt of her suffering while he was making a life for himself. Naraku was gone, so he didn't have to worry about him screwing things up.

 

In the end, Inuyasha supposed it was fear. And maybe he'd grown complacent in his misery. Too many times his hopes had been dashed by circumstances beyond his control. Why bother seeking happiness, just to have it yanked away? Inuyasha knew Kagome loved him, or at least she used to. Had he finally alienated her one too many times?

 

He'd never clarified his position for her regarding Kikyo. How could he just come out and say that he couldn't allow himself love and happiness when he felt like such a dismal failure? While he had cared very much for Kikyo, he had never experienced the magnitude of overwhelming desire and love he had for Kagome.

 

Inuyasha also knew he made Kagome feel insignificant compared to Kikyo, but as emotionally constipated as he was, he didn't know how to correct that assumption. Worse yet; what if Kagome got sick of all the bullshit and lost her love for him? She didn't seem as open with him anymore. She used to tell him stories and jokes to make him laugh. She used to walk close to him and whisper silly observations in his ear. He missed that. It seemed like she just gave up.

 

In their travels over the years, most humans and many youkai learned who they were and stopped insulting him with disparaging comments about his hanyou status because they feared the wrath of the miko who would just as soon purify you as she would embarrass the hell out of you for your lack of a good dental program, or poor hygiene habits. No one wanted to tangle with a pissed off Kagome. That was another thing he learned to appreciate about her; when it wasn't directed at him, of course. But even that part of her seemed muted now.

 

Inuyasha's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door downstairs. From the sound of things it was that little dipshit, Hojo. What did this guy have, Kagomedar? How did he always know when to pop up, like a festering boil? Inuyasha wished Kagome would let him lance the fucker with Tetsusaiga, or at least rip the weenie's trachea out. He listened as the peach fuzz covered weenie in question nervously asked Kagome to a movie tonight.

 

“Sorry Hojo, I have a prior commitment; you know… responsibilities come first.”

 

Something about the way she stressed the word “responsibilities”, with a tone of bitterness, rattled Inuyasha. For as many times as he told her it was her responsibility to fix the jewel, he'd never once heard her refer to it as such. Having his words flung back at him jarred loose the thought that he should apologize; and for more than his most recent transgression.

 

After Kagome efficiently evicted Hojo from the premises, the depressed hanyou decided to get off his duff and try to go fix things.

 

Kagome seemed surprised he was still in his every-day clothes. Inuyasha walked past her and paused at the door.

 

“You go ahead and take care of what you need to do. Take your time, I'll wait for you. And for what it's worth… I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I didn't mean to imply that you would go back on your word. I know you wouldn't. Sometimes, I'm just afraid I won't… never mind. I'll see you soon.” With that, he left a stunned Kagome standing in her living room as he made his way to the Goshinboku to stew.

 

After a few minutes of staring at the door in stupefied wonder, Kagome gathered her purse and followed Inuyasha's path. She didn't look up to see him in the branches of the giant tree as she passed; thinking that he had gone through the well.

 

Thirty-eight minutes, and a bus ride from hell later; the smelly beast of mass transit belched out a colorful array of locals and tourists alike, as well as a cloud of exhaust to rival Naraku's miasma. Kagome, still in a daze from Inuyasha's ground breaking apology, wandered into the mall staggering like a drunk on a bender. She managed to straighten up before she took out a clutch of little old ladies and a couple of yuppies with their 2.5 kids. The half kid turned out to be a terrified looking tea-cup poodle wrapped in a baby blanket. Damned yuppies. They're getting weirder and weirder and the botox sure as hell ain't working.

 

Quickly obtaining the ramen and Nikes from a store that sold a plethora of crap including; lawn mowers, hammers, “fashion” accessories, clothes and, well… ramen, Kagome decided to go into an up-scale lingerie boutique. There was a hot little number on a mannequin in the window that just screamed, “Take me NOW!”

 

It came in a variety of colors. Kagome avoided what she called the “Kikyo red”, for obvious reasons. The fuchsia was pretty cute, but she wasn't in the mood for cute. Black was pretty redundant, the green was puky looking, and the white was too bridal. Whoa! Hold the phone! Buried between the puky green and the virginal white, was the perfect shade of electric blue that would bring out her eyes. The only one left, and it was her size. Praise Kami, hallelujah and all that jazz. And the store even had a pair of strappy, four inch heels in the same shade. Oh, happy day!

 

So, it wasn't exactly a practical purchase, but it would make her feel better. Lingerie was her chocolate. She always felt a little subversive, wearing things under her clothes that she knew would give any feudal era farmer an arrhythmia. It was just what she needed. She was a fishnet and lace wielding revolutionary; in private.

 

Kagome paid the vulture… uh, clerk, and made her escape. Another thirty-eight minutes, and bus ride later; she was home. Again, she didn't notice the sad hanyou in the tree as she raced past and straight to her room to try on her newest version of textiled sex.

 

Up the stairs, through the bedroom door; ripping her clothes off like a frantically sex-starved Wonder Woman; Kagome was in her completely sheer, super low-cut, thong-backed, leaving-nothing-to-the-imagination, electric blue teddy in a matter of seconds. She must have made a world record. Lola, down at The Pink Peacock, would have been proud.

 

Kagome stood at the full length mirror on her wall, across from the foot of her bed, critically eyeing herself. Not too shabby. Good bit of lift, nice separation. All-in-all, it did the trick. She slipped on the shoes to complete the ensemble. Calves and ass in good position?... check. Mission… successful.

 

She giggled to herself as she wondered what Inuyasha would think of such a getup. Little did she know that she was about to find out.

 

They both froze, drop-jawed and wide-eyed, when the hanyou landed inside her window. The world stopped spinning, the crickets stopped chirping, and neither of them could move. Five seconds passed. Ten seconds passed. Somewhere around the twenty-five second mark, Kagome was finally able to choke out, “Inuya…” She didn't get to finish.

 

With males, in a contest of logic versus erection; erection will always win out. It's an indisputable fact. How else can you explain such a large population?

 

Before Inuyasha could stop himself and listen to the little voice that was telling him to run away, he was behind her, tearing away the blue thingy and trailing his hands all over her. Part of him was sure this opportunity would never arise again. Hours of thinking himself into a headache in the Goshinboku, convinced him to talk to Kagome about their future, if there was one. He just didn't know how to broach the subject. This way seemed pretty awesome. Maybe the Kami didn't hate him after all. He just hit the mother load of golden goose eggs, in terms of bringing up a difficult subject.

 

Kagome watched, dazed yet again, as her brand new blue teddy was slingshot across the room. Then warm hands were on her, moving over her ribs, hips, chest, everywhere. Soon, his lips were on her as well, blazing a path over her shoulder and up the side of her neck.

 

He crowded her, leaving her no avenue of escape, even if she wanted to. The soft warmth of his clothing against her naked flesh made her feel vulnerable. Her skin was super-heated and tingling. Gods, it felt like someone set off miniature sticks of dynamite in her womb. Kagome heard him sniff a couple times, and then one hand held her in place at her belly, while the other began yanking his clothing off. His movements were desperate and needy. They didn't seem like the movements of a man who was settling for second choice.

 

That thought brought her back into a semi-coherent state.

 

“Inuyasha… we can't. I won't settle for some dusty corner of your heart. It's all or nothing for me.”

 

Rather than answer, as soon as his clothes were off, he locked his arms around her and pulled her backwards to the bed, where he sat with his back to the headboard and positioned her between his upraised knees; her back to his chest. Then he hooked her thighs over his knees, spreading her while he watched in the mirror as his hand moved to gently stroke between her legs.

 

She started to struggle and tried to cover herself. He only removed her hand and continued. She was torn as to whether she wanted to slap the piss out of him or tell him to hurry the fuck up. His hot breath at her ear startled a whimper out of her.

 

“Shhhh. Look at us Kagome.” He nodded toward the mirror. Afraid of what she'd see, but obeying none-the-less, Kagome looked into the mirror and was floored by the eroticism of their reflection. “We belong together. It was meant to be.” Her eyes moved on to his face and she was leveled by the sincerity and love there.

 

The pace of his careful caresses picked up and she arched back into him. “I never wanted or loved Kikyo like I do you. My heart belongs to you, the whole thing. It's yours to do what you will with it. Let me make it so we can be together forever… please. You are the only one I want. Say yes. Tell me you love me.”

 

Kagome's eyes were drifting closed and her head fell back against his shoulder. “Yes… you know I love you. I always have.”

 

She felt his hands slide under her to lift her enough to align himself. “Take hold of me, Kagome. Guide me home.”

 

With a whimper, she reached down to grasp him. Once he was positioned where they needed, his hands slipped back up to circle her waist and pushed her down onto him, while he thrust upward; watching the whole time. They both cried out. Surprisingly enough, the tears were Inuyasha's. The emotional bombardment of being one with her, combined with the physical ecstasy of being inside her was too much.

 

Fully enveloped, his arms trembled as he held her tightly, before he had enough strength to move. He kissed her shoulder and Kagome felt two hot drips of liquid rolling down over her clavicle to her breast. She realized what they were and tilted her head back to kiss him softly on the lips. “What's wrong?” she whispered into his lips.

 

She was surprised by his smile. “For once; not a thing. I love you, and this is the best decision I've ever made.”

 

Composure regained, he kissed her with a slow and sensual precision. His kiss was long and lush, and had them both winded and moaning soon enough.

 

“Now, are you ready?” She nodded. “Good, watch us, because this is something I never want to forget.”

 

Turning to look in the mirror, Inuyasha again carefully stroked her with his fingers and watched her undulate in time with his thrusts as best she could with the limitations of the position. His other hand caressed everywhere else within reach. They were in sensory overload and it wasn't going to take much longer to reach their peaks.

 

Kagome was very close. His lips and breath on her throat, the look in his eyes as he watched her, was earth shattering. She half panted, half screamed his name, and he felt her. “That's it, come on Kagome, you're so beautiful when you come. Ohhh fuck! You… feel… so… incredible, Kagomeeeee!”

 

Kagome was absolutely enthralled by the sight of him, at the height of his orgasm. “So are you, my love.”

 

A little later, he explained that forever meant anywhere between fourteen to seventeen hundred years, they tried several positions, then a shower, in which Inuyasha discovered that Kagome was a little miracle worker with her tongue, and Kagome discovered that an erection was rather… al dente, for lack of a better adjective.

 

When Kagome went to wash the comforter, Inuyasha ripped it out of her hands.

 

“The hell you will! That's mine now, give it.”

 

“Can you explain why you don't want it washed, at least? It's got… stuff all over it.”

 

“It's got our first mating scent on it. They're memories, like your photograph album thing. You are not washing it, put another one on.”

 

“Reeeally, you wanna have it framed too?”

 

He looked thoughtful. “Think we should?”

 

Hmm, fifteen hundred years with Inuyasha; she'd probably be insane by the time she turns eight hundred. Maybe she should go buy more Nikes… and comforters, plenty of comforters.

 

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Forgive me if there are any spelling and/or punctuation errors, I'm still de-pickling.

 

Ok, so here's the scoop; I'm on this big-ass boat, chugging along in the Atlantic, two and a half sheets to the wind (good buzz, not quite tanked). Our “state room”, (that's cruise-speak for a sardine can with a bed and a window), had a big picture window leading out onto the balcony. The window has a film on it to prevent the sun from turning you into a fried ant, and I guess so people at ports of call can't look in. The windows, as a result, are fairly reflective on the inside at night. I think you can see where I'm going with this. If not, you need help.

 

Censored version: Let's just say that it triggered a memory of a steamy mirror scene that SplendentGoddess wrote. Unfortunately, I was just buzzed enough to giggle at the memory. And the window was right frickin' there! (The scene is in Mating Season, and if you haven't read it, you should check it out.) It was inspiring. Now my husband is pissed at me. Oh well.

 

By the way, I scrapped Never Look Back because I hated it. I may revise it and re-post it at a later date. There were some elements that I really liked exploring, so I robbed a few and put them in what you just read, but the rest was pretty cheesy. You may see it again, once I de-cheesify it.

 

 

 

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