InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fruit of the Forbidden ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any other characters associated with it. This story is a work of fiction and is rated for language, scenes of sexual acts including an incest theme and violence. Please do not read if you are underage or offended by the above contents.

 

Second Edit: Changes at end so those who have already read the chapter don't have to re-read it.

 

 

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Miroku shifted uncomfortably in the dress shirt Inuyasha had forced him to wear. It wasn't that he hated wearing them, the problem resided in it being an old dress shirt. Old as in pre-high school old, thus being quite small on him. Though I have to admit, it does look like I bulked up a bit, he thought, looking over himself in the mirror. He resisted the urge to flex. Any more pressure and he would send a hail of buttons all over the place. What the hell am I talking about? I look ridiculous!

 

“Inuyasha…”

 

“Don't worry about it you baby. It looks fine. This is your fault for not buying anything decent in the clothing department.”

 

“Here,” Inuyasha said, handing him his cell phone.

 

“I don't want to,” he said, looking away.

 

“Do it…” Inuyasha growled. “I did not just waste all my time cleaning your house for you to get cold feet.”

 

“She's probably busy. I mean, it is a Sunday.” Inuyasha stared at him. Reluctantly, Miroku reached out and took the cell phone from his friend. It was already open, number dialed. All he needed to do was press the connection button. Taking a deep breath, he pressed it, turning on speaker phone as well. The phone rang once. Like always, she picked up before the second ring.

 

“What do you want?” Yep, still angry. Even Inuyasha winced at the sound of her voice. Oh sure, it's fine when she calls me, but when I do…

 

“Hey Sango, my lovely wonderful darling Sango, how are you this fine afternoon?” Inuyasha gave him an odd look, as Miroku gestured him to wait. There was a pause, making even Miroku wonder if he said the right thing.

 

“Fine… I guess,” she said, her voice softening. Even still, she still sounded on the defensive. “Is there something you wanted?”

 

“Why, I wanted to hear your wonderful voice, is that so wrong?” Inuyasha shook his head, placing his hand against his forehead as if shamed.

 

“Uh-huh and I know you better than that. You never call unless you want something.”

 

“That hurts.”

 

She sighed. “Really Miroku, what do you want?”

 

“Can you come over?”

 

“No,” she said instantly, surprising both guys. Miroku looked over at Inuyasha who shrugged. What good are you?

 

“Please?” he asked, completely out of ideas.

 

“No,” she repeated.

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because I know exactly what you are up to.”

 

“You do?”

 

“Yes, and you are still on suspension for last week.”

 

“Suspension? How is that a punishment? There's nothing to be suspended from!”

 

“Wha—” Inuyasha was waving his hands and shaking his head, making giant X's with his arms, anything to get his attention that he was going the wrong way. Miroku didn't care, either from the lack of sleep or just pent up anger at how his relationship with Sango had more or less screeched to a halt in terms of advancing.

 

“Oh sure, it would be a wonderful punishment if we were actually doing something. Oh sure, you let me kiss you every once in awhile, you even let me feel you up once. I'm getting sick of this! I know I fall short sometimes, but I am trying! I'm tired of being the only one putting something in this relationship!” Hanging up, he threw the phone on the bed, glaring at it as if it was the cause of his anger. Several seconds of silence followed as Miroku's breathing slowly returned to normal.

 

“Shit,” he said softly, eyes not moving from the phone.

 

“Bravo,” Inuyasha said clapping his hands softly. “I think you just said everything not to say.”

 

“She'll call back…” he said hopefully, still looking at the phone. A minute passed as the two waited in silence. “Any time now…” When nothing happened, his shoulder sunk. “What did I do? Maybe I should call back…” Before Inuyasha could answer, the phone rang. Miroku nearly dived trying to pick it up. “Listen, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean anything I said, I'm really, really sorry! Please forgive me—!”

 

“I'll… come over,” Sango said softly. Relief washed over him.

 

“Eh?! What? You will?” he asked, surprised that she had agreed. He was just happy she had called him back.

 

“Un. Just… give me a little time okay?”

 

“Yeah! Yeah! Take as much time as you need! I'll be waiting!” Letting out his breath, he closed the phone, collapsing back on his bed.

 

“I think you just played chicken with a fright train…” Inuyasha said, smiling.

 

“No shit… I seriously thought I had broken up with her…” He pressed his hand to his chest, feeling his heart beat against his chest.

 

“No doubt she did too.” Inuyasha stood up from his crouch position, leaning over to slap his friend on the shoulder. “Well, I'll be off then. Good luck.”

 

“Where are you going, home?”

 

Inuyasha paused. “I don't know. Probably downtown, hit some bookstores and stuff. I still need to shop for Kagome's present too.” He gave him a small wave. “Good luck though. Remember: Take everything you learned from those porn movies, and throw them out. All useless. Don't mess up.”

 

Miroku got up and followed Inuyasha to the door, making sure the door closed behind him. Turning back to face into his apartment, he took a deep breath, clapping his hands together slowly.

 

“Well then…” He couldn't believe how different the place looked when it was clean. Without Inuyasha's help, he was sure he would still be cleaning it up. I'll have to thank Inuyasha later… I'll get him a kick ass gift for his birthday. Nodding to himself, he moved over to his couch, sitting down. He took deep breaths, twiddling his fingers as he looked around. I wonder how long she is going to take… Knowing her, awhile. His mind wandered, thinking of possible situations that would occur. Anxiety gnawed as his stomach as he waited; sweat beginning to form on his face. Suddenly, fear gripped him. …I have no idea what I'm doing! What if I suck? What if she hates it? Last week, it had been a spur of the moment thing, something he had just gone with. Now that he thought about it, did she ever show she was enjoying it? Gah! I can't remember!

 

Standing, he began to pace, mind racing. Calm down, calm down… how hard can it be right? I just… stick it in right? Condoms… condoms… He looked around. He had bought a box when he first started dating Sango. He almost laughed at how stupid his past self had been. He bought the largest box, thinking they would use them all in a week. Now, almost one year later, they still sat in the same place, unopened.

 

Opening it, he carefully removed one, frowning as he held it in his hand. Should I get two? Three? Biting his lower lip, he put the box back, tucking the single packet in his back pocket of his pants. One step at a time…

 

He returned back to the living room to resume his pacing. Please… please let me pull this off without messing up! The worries continued to pile up as the minutes slowly ticked by. God… I couldn't image living like this all the time. I would go crazy! He felt physically sick from the anticipation. Breath… check… everything seems okay…

 

He jumped when someone knocked softly on the door. Moving to the door, he reached out to open it only to find his hand shaking. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes trying to calm himself. It helped… a little. Opening the door, he found Sango standing there, hands folded in front of her. She looked… beautiful, he thought taking in the sight of her. She was dressed in a red blouse and black skirt. Where she normally pulled her hair back into a ponytail, she let it fall free down her back.

 

Her face reddened at his stare. “Are you going to invite me in or just stare at me?” she asked softly. Shaking his head, he stepped aside.

 

“Please,” he said as she stepped inside, quickly stepping out of her shoes and moving into the apartment. He caught a faint scent of flowers as she passed. Does she normally wear perfume? He didn't think so. Whatever it was, he liked it. Following her, he tried his best to gage her reaction.

 

“You cleaned up,” she said, more in astonishment than anything else.

 

“Uh yeah… Took me a week,” he lied, chuckling to himself. Sorry Inuyasha… He thought for a moment. How do you get started? Do you just… do it? Looking down at her back, he had the sudden urge to grab her, push her down on the couch and get it over with. Pushing it aside, he thought back to the Plan he and Inuyasha had discussed. Compliments… Women love compliments!

 

Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat. “You uh… look nice today.” Smooth…

 

She turned to face him, eyeing him. “You look…” she looked down at his tight shirt. It was obvious she was trying to hold in her laugh. “Interesting.”

 

“Okay, this was the only thing I had. Turns out, I haven't gone shopping for clothes in a year and I haven't bought a nice shirt in four.”

 

“Thank you… for trying,” she said gently, looking down at the floor. “This is my first time so…”

 

His eyes widened. “You mean you're…” She nodded slowly, face turning red. Miroku nearly collapsed from the weight of the pressure being lifted from his shoulders as his head went light. His biggest fear had been doing something stupid or not measuring up to her previous experiences. “That's great,” he said, relief in his voice. She looked up at him quickly. “Err, that is, this is my first time too.”

 

“R-really?” she asked, her turn to be surprised. “I would have thought you…”

 

“Me? Oh no, I only put on a show.” Silence fell between them as the stood facing each other, both not sure how to continue or what to say.

 

“I… told my parents I was going to dinner with you, so I don't have a lot of time…” Miroku bit his lower lip. What does that mean? Do we just… go then? Did I get the green light? Inuyasha told me to set up the mood and ease into it! How the fuck do I do that? As thoughts raced through his head, Sango continued, her blush deepening. “Do you… want to do it here?” she asked looking around, her eyes finally moving between the couch and the carpet. For a second, he almost said `sure' but managed to catch it in time to stop it. One thing that Inuyasha had told him was that it absolutely had to happen on the bed. Don't understand why… she seemed okay to do it here…

 

“No, let's go to my room,” he said, holding his arm out in the direction of his room. The way she smiled made him feel as if he had passed some sort of secret test. Thank you Inuyasha! Placing his arm around her, they moved into his room. Standing next to his bed, she turned to face him, looking up at him. Gazing into her brown eyes, he steeled his resolve. He immediately threw the Plan away, remembering only one thing at this point. Start slow and read her reactions. Adapt accordingly. Moving close, he slowly leaned forward, their lips meeting.

 

They had kissed before. Not as many times as he would have liked, but he still had some experience with it. However, none of those compared to this. It felt like a jolt had run through his body, energizing him. Cautiously, he ran his tongue across her top lip as he brought his hands to her face, gently caressing her cheeks. Surprisingly she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. He tilted his head more, allowing him to deepen their kiss. Any other day, he would have been more than satisfied with this, but not today.

 

Pulling away slowly, he broke the kiss. She looked up at him, dazed. Smiling, he gently lowered her back on the bed, crawling over top of her. She shifted nervously underneath him as he met her lips once more, trying his best to comfort her. After several seconds, he moved down to her neck, running his lips against her smooth skin. To his surprise, he felt Sango's hands against his chest as she gradually undid one button at a time until it fell open, revealing his bare chest. He stared down at her as she looked at his chest, cautiously running a hand over his skin.

 

“You have no idea how good that feels,” he said softly.

 

“What, my hand or the fact I unbuttoned your tiny shirt?” He paused a moment.

 

“Both?” She smiled in amusement as she pulled him down into a kiss. While he could have easily sped it up at this point, he felt compelled to take his time, savor each and every moment. As best he could, he tossed his shirt aside while keeping their lips connected. Pulling away, he looked down at her as he began unbuttoning her blouse. Her face grew red as he pulled it open, revealing the thin fabric of her bra underneath. Miroku blinked twice at the surprise that awaited him. He would have never guessed Sango ever touched something this risqué, let alone wore it.

 

“Stop staring,” she whimpered, moving to cover herself. He stopped her, smiling. He did however, let her wiggle out of her shirt, tossing it aside with his shirt. Leaning in, he gently began planting kisses on her chest, his free hand gently rubbing her nipple under the fabric. She was breathing harder as she bit her lower lip to keep silent. With some help, he managed to reach around her, trying to unhook her bra. His face twisted in concentration as he fiddled with the foreign object. Who the fuck invented this monstrosity?

 

Amused at his struggle, Sango reached around with one hand and easily released it.

 

“How—?”

 

“Practice,” she said, smiling. Taking a deep breath, he focused back on her bra. Lifting it away from her body, he cast it aside. It was the first time he had ever seen her topless. This time, he didn't wait for her to tell him to stop staring as he leaned in to gently run his tongue around her pink nipple on her right breast. She shuddered, but otherwise remained silent. Cupping the other breast with his other hand, he placed her nipple in his mouth, sucking gently on it, running his tongue across it every so often. Even though he wanted nothing more than to squeeze them, he resisted the urge, instead, moving his attention to the other one, making sure to give both equal treatment.

 

While her attention was on her breasts, he snuck his hand up her skit, his fingers brushing against the inside of her thighs. He half expected her to slap him; but instead, she spread her legs wider, allowing him better access. She was already wet, which made him feel a little better since his erection was pressing against his pants quite painfully for awhile now. Sliding the material aside, he slid a finger into her, causing a sharp gasp. Must be doing something right, he thought, smiling as he began moving his finger around inside her. He pushed himself up more so he could see her face. Her mouth was open as she gasped softly.

 

She moved against his finger, pushing her hips up as if begging him to go deeper. Seeing the pleasure on her face, he slid a second finger into her. Wiggling both fingers inside, he slowly moved them in and out. He noticed her breathing increase as she tried pushing against him faster. Seeing that she wanted him to increase his pace, he happily obliged. Suddenly, she let out a soft squeal as she tensed up, moving her hand to her mouth, she bit down on her finger. Her eyes seemed unfocused as she tightened around his fingers. After several seconds, she relaxed back into the bed, breathing rapidly.

 

Blinking, he removed his fingers from her and moved closer. “Did you just…”

 

She nodded, face flushed as she tried to catch her breath. He felt warm inside, happy that he had made her feel that good. Moving down, he slowly slid her skirt off along with her panties to find a small rectangular patch of hair. Her face was red as she lay completely naked before him. As quickly as he could, he unfastened his belt and undid his pants, pushing them and his boxers down and kicking them off. It felt good to finally liberate himself from the tight compounds of the pants.

 

She eyed him nervously as he crawled in between her legs, his hands running along them, spreading them open so he could move close. As he slowly moved himself to her entrance, she suddenly spoke up, causing him to jump in surprise.

 

“D-do you… have one?” she asked softly, face completely red. He looked at her, confused, trying to figure out what she was talking about. “I mean… since it's you… I… don't mind but…” Suddenly it clicked.

 

“Oh condom, right,” he said quickly scrambling back over to his pants to pull the wrapper out. Opening it, he frowned, examining the object. Carefully, he put it on before moving back to his original position. He glanced up at Sango just before her entrance. “Are you ready?” She nodded. Pushing in, she stretched to accommodate him. He continued until he was fully inside her. It felt better than he had ever dreamed. The only concern he had left was if she felt as good as him.

 

“You okay?” he asked, studying her closely. She nodded quickly.

 

“Yeah, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.”

 

“So I can move?” She nodded again. Still careful to measure her reaction, he pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Seeing that she was okay with the movement, he continued, increasing the pace slightly. While he was very much enjoying himself, the more time progressed, the more unsettled he became. It didn't look like Sango was enjoying it. Other than her increased rate of breathing, she looked… bored. She was being as passive as someone could be. Her arms were at her side and she was making no movements. She wasn't even making eye contact as she stared up at the ceiling.

 

When he stopped, she finally made eye contact, blinking in confusion. “Why did you stop?”

 

“If you're not enjoying it… we can stop,” he said. He really didn't want to, his body screamed for release; craving the pleasure he was feeling. But at the same time, he felt guilty that he was the only one feeling it and because of that, despite the pleasure he was feeling, it was making it difficult for him to stay hard. The puzzled look never left her face as she tilted her head to the side.

 

“I'm enjoying it.” He still didn't feel convinced.

 

“You aren't showing it… You look… bored. Can't you… make some noise? Something?”

 

Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. “I… can't…”

 

“You can't… why not?” he pressed. Her blush deepened as she looked away.

 

“It's too embarrassing.”

 

She is completely naked and that is too embarrassing. “No one else is going to hear it, there's just the two of us,” he said gently. Unless she did something, he didn't have confidence he would be able to finish. To his dismay, she shook her head.

 

“I'm sorry, I can't; I just can't.” Her voice was quivering, as if she was holding back tears. From the look on her face, she was holding back tears.

 

Out of all the worse case scenarios Miroku had thought of, making Sango cry wasn't one of them. Now completely limp, he knew it was over. Pulling what remained inside her, he peeled the condom off as he turned away from her. He could feel the bed move as she sat up.

 

“You don't have to stop…”

 

He chuckled softly, trying to keep his voice light. “I would, but it seems Junior went to sleep on me.” To his alarm, Sango burst into tears. Startled, he turned around to see her struggling to keep calm as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “Woh, why are you crying?” Miroku said, moving closer to her.

 

“I'm sorry; it's my fault.... I…” She broke down into sobs as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

 

“No, don't worry about it. I was the one who forced you into this.” He felt her shake her head against his chest.

 

“It was my decision to come here knowing that… It's my fault I was too boring.”

 

“Hey,” he said releasing her so he could look at her. He had never seen Sango look so vulnerable; she always put up the tough exterior that rivaled most guys. “Don't say that. You're not boring. Let's file this as me not having enough skill. This is a mere speed bump. I'll get much better and my skill will be so good, you can't help but scream out.” Her face turned red as she looked away, half laughing, half crying. Rubbing her bare shoulders, he smiled. “Feel better?”

 

She nodded. “Yeah.” She pressed herself back into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her once more. Saying nothing, they just enjoyed the feel of their naked bodies pressed against one another.

 

He didn't know how long it lasted, but Sango eventually moved away, saying she had to get back before her parents started calling. He sat back on the bed, watching as she slowly gathered up all her clothes and dressed. He pulled his boxers back on, walking her to the door. After putting her shoes back on, Sango turned around to face him.

 

“Sorry that it wasn't what you were expecting,” she said, blushing.

 

“Stop apologizing. It's fine, really.” They shared a brief kiss before she opened the door. She gave him a small wave goodbye as he closed the door. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly, his head spinning. He had seen a side of Sango he didn't know existed. So the tough as steel woman crumbles when embarrassed. He felt like laughing; or crying. It was so unexpected; he didn't know what to do. But why was it only when we were actually doing it? Sure, she wasn't making a lot of noise during the foreplay, but she was into it. A sudden feeling of guilt clawed at him. That means it was my fault. His mind twisted it over. She had to like him; right? She wouldn't have let him do anything if she didn't have feelings for him. So why did she react like that? What does it all mean?

 

Growling, he ruffled his hair with his hands, giving up. He couldn't think of anything, at least, not at the moment. Time might shine a light on things in the future. Right now though, the tension that had been building was killing him. While things hadn't quite worked out the way he wanted them too, he had been stimulated quite a lot. He tried to remember the feeling of Sango's smooth skin against him, the warmth of her body. An image began to form, but quickly fizzled out. Sighing in defeat and tossing any ideas away, he headed off towards the bathroom. Nothing a cold bath won't fix…

 

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Kouga let out a long groan as he leaned back farther on the small hotel bed. Mouth open, he looked down, watching as his cock disappeared into the woman's mouth again. Amazing, he thought, his breathing labored. He would be close soon at this rate.

 

Suddenly, a familiar song began playing from the pocket of his pants that lay on the bed beside him. Groaning, he reached over and pulled his ringing cell phone out. Forgot to put it on silence, he thought as he started to push the cancel button. His eyes widened as he saw who was calling. Cursing, he pushed the woman away, causing her to tumble backwards. He gestured for her to wait as she glared up at him. Taking a deep breath to get his breathing under control, he pressed the accept button, connecting the call.

 

“Kagome, darling, I'm a little busy right now…” he said, glancing over at the angry woman.

 

“Oh,” she said, obviously disappointed. “I was just wondering if you wanted to do something today.”

 

“Is something wrong?” he asked; concern in his voice. “You don't sound to well.”

 

“Oh… it's nothing important. I'm just alone in this house and you know how I don't like being alone.”

 

“What about Inuyasha? Isn't he there?”

 

“No, he's over at Miroku's… Or at least, that's where he says he is.”

 

“Says he is? Inuyasha is lying about where he is? That doesn't sound like him.”

 

Kagome giggled. “I think he is seeing someone and doesn't want anyone to know.” With his cock still hard, begging for attention, the woman moved over, smiling evilly as she began stroking it gently. He bit his lip as he glared down at her, but didn't stop her.

 

“Any idea who?” he asked, keeping his voice steady.

 

“No, none that comes to mind.” She paused for a moment. “Are you going to be busy for long?” Kouga looked down at the girl, who, smiling, slid his cock into her mouth once more. “Uhh… I don't know. It could be awhile.” It wouldn't be less than an hour. He had paid for this room, he would be damned if he was going to waste it.

 

“Oh, okay. Well, if you get some time, I would really like to see you.” There was a brief hesitation before she continued in a lower voice. “Even if it's just to a hotel or something…”

 

“T-tempting,” he managed, his voice faltering. “If I get out early, I'll call okay?”

 

“Okay, bye. Love you,” she added happily.

 

“Love you too,” he said, quickly closing the phone as he let out all the air in his lungs. “God damn it! What is wrong with you? You have any idea who that was?”

 

Spitting his cock out, the woman looked up angrily at him. “What is wrong with you? Here you are dating Kagome and yet you still call me to meet you at these cheap hotels.”

 

He frowned. “You keep coming.”

 

“Yeah, and I leave wondering why each time.”

 

“Please, you like it and you know it. Besides, I told you about how our relationship was going to be a long time ago. We are—”

 

“Just friends, yes I know. Still…”

 

“We can stop if you don't like it.” Her eyes widened.

 

“No! That's okay!” He smiled.

 

“Good, that's the spirit. Now, how about you show me that spirit a little more intimately…” he said, gesturing to his erect cock. Without another word, she quickly went to work again.

 

“You brought the gift for her right?” Kikyo nodded; an awkward movement with his cock in her mouth. “Good,” he sighed. That's one less thing to worry about. I'm so damn brilliant. Who better to get a gift for her than one of her close friends? Saves time and guarantees she will love it. Maybe it will be enough to get her to finally use her mouth... He smiled at the thought.

 

Kagome is a wonderful girl, but she doesn't do the stuff Kikyo does. If only Kagome was like Kikyo in bed… He closed his eyes, imaging Kagome's lips were wrapped around him rather than her friends. It wasn't too hard to do, they looked incredibly similar. He didn't feel guilty about what he was doing. He loved Kagome, but he desired something more than their physical relationship could give. It was only natural for him to get what his body needed. He found himself exceptionally lucky about how fate had dealt his cards to him. When he first started dating Kagome, he knew that she would never give up her virginity quickly. That was when her friend, Kikyo had confessed to him; even despite knowing the two were dating. He had always thought of himself as a crafty individual, so coming up with the current setup was fairly easy. Kagome took care of his emotional needs while Kikyo was there to release all his physical needs. Sure, Kagome was decent in bed, but Kikyo was amazing. Kagome would never do the things Kikyo would. What made matters so perfect was the fact Kikyo was completely in love with him. She would do anything for him and since she didn't want to destroy her friendship with Kagome, kept their relationship a secret.

 

A perfect pair, he thought, leaning back on he bed again as Kikyo continued her work. God, what I wouldn't do to get both of them together. He chuckled mentally at the thought. Kikyo would do it easily. He didn't think there was too much she wouldn't do to keep his attention on her. Kagome on the other hand… There was no doubt in his mind that she would go completely ballistic. If she found out about this… Which she won't, he thought confidently. She trusts me and I trust her. I'm not going to tell and Kikyo sure as hell won't. He knew that eventually, all good things came to an end and he would have to choose one. Though he didn't like thinking about marriage, if there was anyone in the world he wouldn't mind waking up next too every morning, it was Kagome. But until I have to make a choice, why not enjoy myself?

 

His thoughts were interrupted by the familiar feeling burning in his groin. Grunting, he pressed his hands on the back of Kikyo's head, forcing himself deeper as he erupted inside her mouth. Groaning, he felt himself empty his stores, relaxing back on the bed as his cock twitched inside her mouth. Sucking obediently, she made sure nothing spilled from her mouth as she swallowed his load.

 

Resting, he took a deep breath as Kikyo used both her mouth and hands in an attempt to get his softening erection hard again. Like always, he was ready to go again in a matter of minutes. Not feeling in much of a mood to do any work, he let Kikyo straddle him. He felt her warmth wrap around him as he slid inside of her. So much better without a condom, he thought. Yet another thing the two were different about. Kagome always had him wear a condom.

 

She pressed her hands against his chest for support as she moved up and down on him, moaning loudly. Kikyo had a nice voice. He wished Kagome was a little more vocal in their lovemaking.

 

He took a deep breath, remembering her call earlier. Staring up at Kikyo, he watched as she moved up and down, vocalizing the pleasure she was feeling. An hour is a long time… he thought, remembering how he chose to rent the room for an hour. I guess I could use the last twenty minutes to shower and clean up. I could take her out to dinner before bringing her here… He smiled to himself. Kikyo, thinking he was smiling at her, smiled back. Yeah… I think I'll do that.

 

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Inuyasha wandered around downtown, moving from shop to shop as he looked for a gift for Kagome. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to pop out at him. Being a Sunday afternoon, it was depressing to see all the couples around him. It felt out of place for him to be by himself.

 

Stopping by one of the many fast food places, he ordered a burger and drink. Not bothering to sit down, he continued window shopping as he ate. I wonder how Miroku is doing. He hoped things were going well. Miroku and Sango made a good couple. They had their quirks, but other than that, he felt they could have a very solid relationship in the future. So long as Miroku didn't do anything terribly stupid like cheat on her, Inuyasha was fairly confident their relationship would continue for a very long time, maybe even marriage. He took a sip from his cup as he tried to conjure up what their kids would look like. He smiled as even his gifted mind failed to produce. Needless to say, whatever they managed to bring into being, it would be interesting.

 

Moving back into reality, something caught Inuyasha's eye as he wandered past a store. Stopping, he moved closer to the glass, looking inside. Behind another case of glass were several dozen rings displayed for shoppers. While many were just accessory rings for casual wear, his eyes were drawn to the large diamond engagement rings. His mouth went dry as his heart beat increased. I wonder what one would look good on Kagome?

 

Shaking his head, he quickly moved away from the store, tossing his empty wrapper and cup in a nearby garbage can. As he passed more stores, he looked into the windows without actually seeing them, his mind in another world. I wonder what it would be like if Kagome and I had no relation. Would they hang during lunch like they usually did? Would he actually have a chance with her? Could he be dating her instead of Kouga?

 

Thinking of Kouga, Inuyasha clenched his fists, his anger rising. He didn't know what pissed him off so much about him. He seemed like a decent guy. He had to be considering Kagome was dating him. She was a much better judge of character than he was. God, I feel terrible… Jealous of my sisters' boyfriend… Like he didn't have enough to hate, the last thing he needed was yet another thing. His pace began to slow as his mind drifted, an uneasy feeling crawling in his stomach. How far have they taken their relationship? He had seen them kiss once. Of course, they had been dating for three months, it was fairly normal for their relationship to be that advanced wasn't it? Kagome wouldn't be doing that, would she? The thought of her and Kouga together…

 

Shaking his head, he tried clearing the thoughts from his head to no avail. It seemed he had opened a door he couldn't close again. Sighing and really depressed now, he wandered around for several more hours before finally drifting into a small jewelry shop. While she always said she didn't have much care for expensive stuff like jewelry, Inuyasha knew better. He had been shopping with her a good many times and had noticed how she always pretended to casually look into the windows of the stores as they passed.

 

Just by walking inside, he felt like he had entered another world, a world of stuff he probably couldn't afford. Just looking at several things, he nearly fell over at some of the prices.

 

“Can I help you sir?” a woman asked smiling at him as she approached.

 

“Ah, I was just looking,” he said, bowing slightly.

 

“Shopping for your girlfriend?”

 

God how I wish… Before he answered, it occurred to him that she was a total stranger, someone who knew nothing about him or his situation. “Yeah…” he answered slowly; as if afraid she would catch him in a lie.

 

Instead, her smiled seemed to brighten. “She is a lucky woman. May I suggest something from over here?” Noticing the hesitation as he followed her over, she gave him a reassuring smile. “These are cheaper than most of the other products in the store, but they are still quite a sight.”

 

He was thankful that she had picked up on the fact price was an issue with him. Slowly, he looked down into the display case, looking at all the sparkling gold, silver and gems that radiated in the case lighting. He felt his throat tighten as he eyed the prices. Cheap my ass… Still, they certainly looked good.

 

The woman noticed his eyes falling on one of the necklaces on display. It was a flower made from silver, with several small gems decorating the center.

 

“It's supposed to mean `Beauty' or `Secret Love;' depending on who you ask of course,” she added with a smile.

 

“Huh?”

 

“The flower,” she said moving around to the other side of the case. “Would you like to see it up close?” With the price tag next to it, he almost said no but instead, he felt himself nodding. Opening it, she pulled it from its place and allowed him to look it over. It was small, but heavy. “If I had to say, `Beauty' fits it much more, doesn't it?”

 

He nodded. If it were up to him, he would think `Secret Love' fit him better. He looked over at the price again. It would definitely hurt, but it was possible. He knew Kagome would love it. She didn't have very many necklaces, none of them as fancy as this. It wouldn't look bad if I gave her this, right? Indecision raged inside him as he was torn between whether he should get it or not. Half of him wanted to get it, wanting to see Kagome's happy face while the other half warned that it looked more like a gift one would give to a lover rather than a sibling.

 

In the end, Kagome won out. Case buried in his pocket and his bank account empty, he walked out of the store. He took a deep breath, sighing. Now was the long wait to give it to her…

 

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Phew… This chapter sure took awhile to write compared to the others. I spent three hours on the last page of the Miroku and Sango section alone and I'm still not entirely satisfied with it.

 

Also feel like I made Kouga more of an ass than I originally intended.

 

Anyways, hope everyone enjoyed and as always, thanks for the reviews.

 

*Edit: I changed the ending to the Miroku/Sango section. I think the new addition is a little better than before. I wanted there to be some sort of relationship issue with them. (Can't have Inuyasha being the only one :o) Hope the added bit made it a little better.

 

**Edit: Added the following to the Kikyo/Kouga section:

“You brought the gift for her right?” Kikyo nodded; an awkward movement with his cock in her mouth.. “Good,” he sighed. That's one less thing to worry about. I'm so damn brilliant. Who better to get a gift for her than one of her close friends? Saves time and guarantees she will love it. Maybe it will be enough to get her to finally use her mouth... He smiled at the thought.