InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Gone With the Wind. ❯ Reflection and Affection ( Chapter 13 )

Gone With the Wind

Chapter 13

 

 

“Insolent……useless…….toss in the stream and…….…….Wake up wench!” A high pitched toady voice squawked as Keiko slowly faded in and out of consciousness.

 

“Wake up!” The voice ordered roughly again as a bucket of icy cold water was suddenly dumped over the young woman's head.

 

Keiko sputtered loudly as the sounds of a slow moving stream filtered through the background. “What…..Jaken?!” She huffed as she furiously pulled her saturated hair from her face. “What's your --?!” She began, her thoughts abruptly halting as she opened her eyes and recalled the events that led to her unconscious state. She'd been so angry with the tiny toad for dousing her that she had completely forgotten why she required dousing in the first place.

 

“How did I-?” Keiko questioned brokenly again as her blurry gaze fell on the taiyoukai who sat casually beside her. “You're…..You're alive!” She practically sobbed as she threw herself roughly against the great dog demon and gave his shoulder a good squeeze; completely oblivious to the fact that she was sopping wet. “I thought you were dead.” She admitted quietly, her voice trembling with relief.

 

“Wait….” Keiko questioned as she finally released the death grip she held on the taiyoukia's shoulder. “Why aren't I dead?”

 

Sesshoumaru remained motionless as his mirror-like eyes simply reflected the light of the midday sun.

 

“Good question.” Jaken mumbled a little too loudly, earning himself a glare from the human wench who still had her hands on his master.

 

Keiko's eyes narrowed inquisitively as she looked to the demon lord again. “Where were you?” She questioned thoughtfully. “You…You disappeared… and then there was……this,” she struggled to find the right words to describe what she'd seen, “thing…I thought it was going to eat me.” She admitted softly.

 

Sesshoumaru's gaze remained unreadable as he simply stared at her with shimmering irises.

 

Keiko blinked reflexively as the demon lord simply stared. Even for Sesshoumaru he was acting strange. Did he think she was lying again? “I….You believe me don't you?” She questioned softly.

 

He remained silent.

 

“Jaken,” Keiko stated emphatically as she desperately sought to prove she wasn't insane. “You saw it, didn't you? Yes! You did! I know you did. Tell him you saw it too!” She urged.

 

The toad youkai looked as if he was trying to pinch the bridge of his nose, despite the fact that he lacked that particular appendage. “That THING was Lord Sesshoumaru's true form.” The toad squawked in a very `you idiot' sort of way.

 

“But…” Keiko attempted to argue as her head pivoted between Jaken and the taiyoukai. That thing was Sesshoumaru? How was that possible? Was this some form of youkai… joke?

 

“Really?” Keiko finally asked as she turned to the great dog demon for answers. Now that she thought about it, the thing had seemed dog-like. She'd been too frightened before to really notice.

 

Sesshoumaru snorted in a very `duh' sort of way and Keiko's eyes grew large. That was his true form? So the ass she ogled so frequently was just an illusion?

 

How sad.

 

“You're so…” Keiko began as she attempted to dispel any offense the taiyoukai might have taken to being called a thing. “Big.” She finished dimly.

 

Keiko's comment seemed to catch the youkai's attention, compelling her to back peddle further. “Not that size matters.” She huffed in confusion while arching her back and slumping in defeat. Why in the name of Kami was she fumbling with her words like this?

 

Sesshoumaru continued to stare blankly as he struggled to keep the amusement from his eyes. Her experience with his true form had apparently left her a bit…..frazzled. To be honest, it hadn't left him unaffected either.

 

Keiko covered her slightly pink face with her hands as the demon lord continued to stare. Kami she was an idiot sometimes. “I …I'm glad you're okay.” She offered quietly before deciding to change the subject.

 

“Gah,” She huffed overdramatically, “These clothes have had it.” She emphasized her point by attempting to move a tattered piece of her sleeve back into place. She really needed a change of clothes, which of course meant she needed to go back through the well, which of course meant...

 

“We should really head for the…” She began.

 

“No.” The taiyoukai answered back flatly; speaking for the first time since she had awoken.

 

“Jerk.” Keiko huffed softly, not at all surprised with his response, as she pulled her knees up to her chin and stared into the fire. It occurred to her, while she continued to stare into the recently lit campfire, and then to the stream, that clothes would be the least of her problems if she didn't get back soon. Her `time-of-the-month' was quickly approaching, and while she was sure women of this time probably had some way of dealing with such a thing, she was decidedly lacking in adult female companionship, and had no clue what women in this time typically used.

 

Oh how she longed for her Tokyo; land of soda, TV dinners, and tampons.

 

“Jaken….” Keiko whispered softly from her place against the fire. She had decided, after several moments of quiet brooding, that out of her three traveling companions, Jaken would be the one she would have to talk to regarding her feminine issues. Rin was simply too young to know about such things, and talking to Sesshoumaru would be exceedingly embarrassing, so, logically, the only person left she could talk to was…..

 

`I hate logic.' Keiko pouted internally.

 

“Jaken,” She hissed a little louder; tossing a stick in the tiny toad's direction as he seemed bent on ignoring her.

 

“What?!” The indignant toad finally squawked.

 

“Can I talk to you,” Keiko questioned in a softer tone, “In private.” She added as she noted the demon lord's eyes had swiveled in her direction again.

 

“No.” Jaken squawked indignantly as he prepared to walk away.

 

“Please,” Keiko pleaded, “It's important…and,” Kami help her, she was going to have to kiss the toad's ass, “You're the only one I can trust to keep it a secret.”

 

The toad youkai's bulbous eyes seemed to brighten with a sense of self importance as he made a show of reluctantly accepting the woman's request. “Very well.” He huffed before motioning for the woman to follow him.

 

Keiko pulled on Jaken's sleeve as she gauged the distance between herself and the great taiyoukai. She hopped they were far enough out that he couldn't hear, all though, she couldn't be sure. If inu-youkai had superior strength and senses just how far could they hear? She would just have to chance it she supposed. Surely the toad would say something if he thought his master could overhear them…right?

 

“I um…” Keiko faltered as she realized just how awkward this conversation was going to be. The toad could be so damn condescending some times, and she was pretty sure she was going to sound like an idiot for not knowing such a basic thing. “I have…..I need.”

 

“Spit it out wench.” Jaken squawked.

 

“I-need-to-know-what-people-in-this-time-use-when-they-h ave-their-monthly.” She spat out quickly, deliberately avoiding the word period as she horrifically imagined having to explain what it meant. She decided to elaborate further as the toad seemed ready to explode; his body practically vibrated with righteous ire and she knew she'd only have seconds to explain. “I can't get back to my time and the things I…typically …use aren't going to be made for years and years and years.” She pointed to the taiyoukai as she continued on with her explanation. “And he won't let me go back to get them.”

 

“Indecent woman!” Jaken croaked as he flailed his arms around violently.

 

“Shhhhhhh!!!” Keiko chastised as her eyes darted between the toad and the great dog.

 

“How dare you discuss---!”

 

Keiko's hands instantly locked on the tiny toad youkai's beak as she silenced him. “Quiet!” She growled, “I don't want everyone to know.” She explained while nodding in the taiyoukai's direction.

 

“Unhand this Jaken!” Jaken squawked loudly as he successfully pulled his clammy muzzle from the woman's grasp. “Vile wench!” He practically cursed as he shook a tiny flipper at her menacingly. He straightened his rumpled clothing before shooting the obviously distressed female an indignant look and waddling away. Honestly, like he cared about the inner workings of her filthy human body. Disgusting!

 

Keiko lowered herself to the ground as she hugged her knees into her chest. A quick glance in the taiyoukai's direction testified to what she all ready expected; he was staring at her. She huffed again as she forced herself to look away by adjusting her tattered sleeve again with a miserable laugh. Not an inch of her clothing remained pristine. What's worse, they now smelled of…. dog slobber!

 

Keiko's eyes suddenly widened as the moments before she passed out filtered through her brain. `The beast…is Sesshoumaru…and the beast licked me…that means.'

 

`He licked me?' Her mind questioned in disbelief.

 

Keiko forced her eyes to meet his as she tried to get inside his head; frowning sadly as the only thing reflected in his gaze was the light of the campfire. She turned away quickly as matching his gaze became difficult for some reason. Why would he lick her? For that matter, why was he being so quiet lately? He wasn't exactly talkative before but…He hadn't even glared at her! He simply wasn't making sense.

 

“Talk about confusing.” Keiko muttered; completely oblivious to the fact that the taiyoukai had heard… everything.

 

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That night in camp inu-tachi…

 

“Inu Yasha…” Kagome hissed quietly again as she waved her book and a small flashlight in the hanyou's direction in the hopes of getting his attention. She'd been reading the tiny tome for the better part of the day, her hanyou companion occasionally reading along, as they once again traversed the countryside in search of shikon shards. This of course left Miroku and Sango in charge of `tree-spotting', which had turned out to be a fabulous idea; considering the monk and demon slayer seemed a bit more attentive to the road then Inu Yasha typically was.

 

The situation gave Sango an excuse to force the monk to take the lead, which meant, for once, she wouldn't have to worry about the houshi's wandering hand.

 

The only issue, Kagome noted as she continued to wave her arms furiously at treed dog demon, was now she wanted to read her book, and he seemed to be ignoring her.

 

“I'll say it.” Kagome warned quietly; instantly receiving the hanyou's attention as he openly glared down at her. “Come on Inu Yasha,” she urged in a lower tone, “you were the one who insisted—“

 

“Keh!” Inu Yasha snorted as he dropped soundlessly from the tree. “Aren't you tired of that thing yet?” He questioned guardedly as he apparently didn't feel the need to be reminded of what he agreed to. “You've been reading it practically all day.”

 

“Mou,” Kagome huffed as she attempted to make her eyes as big as possible. “I haven't read this one yet....and it's just starting to get good.” She explained. “Besides…you've been reading it too.” She pointed out.

 

“Feh.” He groused softly, overdramatically rolling his eyes, as he scooped the young girl up and jumped back into the tree.

 

Kagome eeped as Inu Yasha set her between his outstretched legs while pulling her back again his chest. They were at least a good thirty feet off the ground, but the height hadn't been the cause for her exclamation. Being so close to Inu Yasha always had an effect on her. Not that she would ever tell him that, of course. He was cocky enough as was.

 

“In a tree?” She questioned while leaning over to look down, instantly regretting it, as she suddenly felt dizzy. “Couldn't we read on the ground?” She inquired evenly.

 

“And have you wake everyone up with your mumblin'?” Inu Yasha snorted. “Think again wench.”

 

“I mumble?” Kagome questioned as she eyed the book once more.

 

“Even when you're quiet you're noisy.” He complained.

 

“Sorry…” She offered apologetically.

 

“Keh.”

 

“Don't let me fall…” Kagome ordered casually as she tilted her head back and began to open the book. With both of her hands occupied, one holding the flashlight and one holding the book, she leaned most of her weight up against her hanyou's chest to keep her balance. She had a feeling, from her brief peek over the side, the fall to the ground would not be pleasant if one of them somehow lost their balance.

 

“Have I ever dropped you, woman?” Inu Yasha whispered in a gruff voice that reverberated against the young girl's back as his chin rested against her shoulder.

 

“Hmmmmm,” She teased humorously, “I guess not,” She finally conceded with a smile.

 

“Damn straight.” He retorted simply.

 

“Where were we?” Kagome questioned to no one in particular as she thumbed through her book absentmindedly.

 

“Page 93” Inu Yasha woofed softly against the shell of her ear, causing Kagome to shiver. “You cold?” He questioned with concern while furrowing his brow.

 

“A little.” She covered, smiling softly as he wrapped his arms around her middle. “Thank you Inu Yasha.” She whispered contentedly as she finally found the page she'd been searching for.

 

When they had last left Penelope, the main character of her new novel, she had been captured by the roguishly handsome Captain Samson Mcdoogle. Samson was a scoundrel, as any pirate captain would be. He was lewd, garish, and often took liberties with Penelope's person that would have been frowned upon in the high class society she had grown up in. Still, despite his gruff exterior, Penelope felt the captain was still a good man. The longer they stayed together, the more she knew about Samson and the easier it became to care about him.

 

Kagome huffed as she scanned the top of page 93 and began to read. `What did Inu Yasha think of Captain Mcdoogle?' She found herself wondering. While he occasionally read over her shoulder, barking at her when she turned a page too quickly, did he really understand what was going on between the two?

 

Kagome giggled as she recalled the hanyou's reaction to an earlier chapter they had read together.

 

“Bastard!”

 

“Huh?” Kagome huffed distractedly.

 

“I can't believe he just…..Bastard!” The hanyou repeated.

 

“The Captain?” She inquired again.

 

“Feh! You don't hit a woman.” He growled while eyeing the book angrily.

 

Kagome couldn't help the reverent smile that curled against her lips as she turned to her puppy-eared companion. He was so noble, despite the gruff exterior he attempted to project. Did he have any idea how wonderful he was?

 

“I think he was just trying to calm her down.” She pointed out casually as she returned her attention to the book.

 

“Feh.” The hanyou snorted. “Smacking her ain't gonna calm her down.” He argued before his eyes locked on the pages again. “Dammit, see! Now she's crying.”

 

Kagome had left it at that. While she understood the purpose of the plot device, to paint the Captain as a despicable character, she wasn't about to start arguing in favor of slapping women. Besides, the Captain hadn't done it since, and Penelope had somehow forgiven him, so there was no need to dwell on such things.

 

`She's forgiven him all right.' Kagome's inner mind pointed out nervously as the scene she was currently reading suddenly became a little more heated then she expected. Typically she wouldn't blush when she read such things, but with her hanyou so close…

 

“Ahh!” Kagome squirmed as Inu Yasha's nose suddenly tickled her neck.

 

“Oiy wench!” Inu Yasha grumbled in a husky voice. “You're not a fucking bird …Hold still!” He warned while wrapping his arms around her torso a little more tightly.

 

“Tickles…” She explained with a whine as she crushed her cheek against her shoulder.

 

“It's gonna do a lot more then tickle if you don't hold still.” Inu Yasha warned roughly; his grip finally slacking as she relaxed against him again. While falling was definitely a concern it hadn't been the reason he had suggested she cease fidgeting. Her scent was all ready spiking in reaction to the scene they were reading, the hanyou noted, and if she wanted to remain seated in his lap, comfortably, then squirming was out of the question. `No more sniffing.' He chastised as he fought the urge to bury his face in her neck and once again focused on the novel in the girl's hands. The last thing he needed right now was to have to explain what was `poking her in the back' when they were finally getting along so well.

 

`Oh my.' Kagome's inner voice croaked awkwardly as she noted the adult situations of this particular book seemed little more adult then she was used to. All though all the novels in her collection had been ….somewhat graphic… they were typically vague with big fluffy insinuations that made them seem….less graphic…somehow. This novel however…

 

`Did I wander into the adult section somehow?' Kagome wondered internally as she flipped the book over to glance at the cover quizzically.

 

“Oiy wench,” Inu Yasha groused, “I wasn't done yet.”

 

“Sorry.” She answered softly before flipping the book open again. `It doesn't look all that different.' She huffed. `Maybe it just starts out kinda…'

 

`Oh my.' Kagome remarked internally again as she fought the urge to squirm before turning the page. If Inu Yasha didn't think she was a hentai before, he certainly would now. How, in the name of Kami, had this gotten on the shelf? Weren't there….people …who censored this sort of thing? Not that she was a prude or anything…but she had no idea the bookstore she regularly visited carried this kind of…

 

Inu Yasha's hand suddenly clenched against Kagome's stomach, his claws lightly pricking the delicate skin, causing her to whimper in pleasure.

 

“K-kagome?” He whispered in a strained voice as his chin rested against her shoulder again. “D-do you…” He faltered.

 

“Do I what?” Kagome inquired; the tremor in his voice causing her nether regions to tingle.

 

“Never mind.” He swallowed.

 

“Do I what?” She insisted.

 

“Do you,” Inu Yasha swallowed again, the lump in his throat tickling the fine hairs of her shoulder, “wanna….do stuff?” He finished with a whine.

 

“Like what?” Kagome questioned dimly as lust clouded her mind.

 

“Never mind.” He answered back gruffly, his ears falling flat against his head.

 

“O-O-oh.” She blushed as she recalled their conversation earlier. “I…uh….” She faltered, biting her lip nervously, as she fought the urge to call him a pervert. They had both agreed earlier that such things weren't echi, so how could she be mad at him for asking an honest question? `Kami,' she blushed again, `if we weren't in a tree I'd be halfway to the well by now.'

 

“I'd probably fall if I tried.” Kagome laughed nervously as she attempted to remain casual regarding the whole situation; lifting the book and her flashlight as she brought his attention to the fact that she didn't have a free hand anyways. She supposed, in a sort of twisted way, it was sweet he was concerned regarding her …needs. Provided he didn't think he would watch her while….

 

`Kami, does he think I'd let him watch?' Kagome's frantic mind questioned. `…Would I?' She questioned again as her heart began to beat at a distressing rhythm. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it before….right?

 

“I could…” Inu Yasha began to hesitantly offer as he found it hard to think. Her scent was driving him mad, and his fingers practically burned to ease her discomfort. What did he have to lose, after all? It's not like she could sit him in a tree. “I could do it for you.” He spat out quickly as he forced false confidence into his words.

 

Kagome's face flushed a dark shade of crimson as the skin of her tummy suddenly burned under the hanyou's touch. She couldn't….but…oh….

 

“You….but…..claws…” She finally spat out as she desperately clung for a reason not to let him help her.

 

`Yes, claws! Good answer!' Kagome's mind added supportively as it attempted to calm the beating of her heart. It was a weak excuse, considering how often she'd fantasized about those claws doing naughty things to her body, but if it derailed her current predicament…

 

Quickly, as he apparently took the young miko's response as a maybe, Inu Yasha lifted his hand from her torso and bit the first two claws from his right hand. With lustful enthusiasm he raised the recently trimmed digits in front of her face as he impatiently awaited her inspection.

 

“Inu Yasha!” Kagome exclaimed, her awkward nervousness temporarily forgotten as she eyed the clawless fingers like a wound.

 

“They'll grow back in a day.” Inu Yasha pointed out as he instantly recognized her `Your injured!' face.

 

To Kagome's utter embarrassment he actually wiggled the fingers in front of her, causing her stomach to do a little flip. “I'm…uh….I…You….I'm fine….”She finally managed as she attempted to change the subject. “Thanks though.” She offered far too graciously as she found her forgotten page and forced herself to read on. She was thankful for their positioning, she realized, because if she had to look into Inu Yasha's eyes as he offered to help her, she would probably burst into flames.

 

Inu Yasha sighed and placed his hand against the young woman's tummy again. It was stupid, he supposed, to expect her to agree to such a thing. Still, he admitted, she hadn't sat him, so that meant…something…right?

 

“Keh!” He grumbled as he realized they were once again on page 93, “Turn the page wench.”

 

“Sorry.” Kagome blushed as she turned the page and attempted to find the last thing she had read. If Inu Yasha realized she was using the book as an excuse to change the subject, and hadn't read anything in the last few minutes, he hadn't said anything.

 

`At least I wasn't holding it upside-down.' Kagome quipped internally before she focused in on the words again.

 

Another small whimper escaped the young miko's throat as she read a particularly steaming scene and the palm against her middle cautiously moved down. `Dammit Kagome…It's just a book.' She huffed as she fought against the urge to press her knees together. Her body was tingling and the urge to move her hips was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. What happened to her self control? They were just words, after all, nice….safe….words.

 

Kagome's head snapped upright and her breath caught in her throat as she suddenly realized the hand moving against her torso had slide its way under the top of her skirt and under the waistband of her panties as it quickly made its way to the aching flesh between her thighs. `What do I do now?' She questioned frantically. `Do I stop him? Do I want him to stop? Will this change things? Do I want them to change? Yes, of course I do...but…can I really just let him…Would I survive if I sat him right now?'

 

Unfortunately Kagome would never get the opportunity to voice her unspoken questions. Fortunately she wouldn't remember them anyways as every thought disintegrated against the gentle sensation of a timid foreign finger lightly stroking the moist lips of her womanhood. “Inu Yasha….” She moaned breathlessly as she felt the gentle digit slip easily into the slick fold of her engorged sex.

 

“You aren't reading.” Inu Yasha whined softly. `Am I doing something wrong? Does she want me to stop?' The hanyou panicked internally. He hadn't really thought about it when his hand slipped down, it had been instinctual …mostly. Well, his instincts fueled by the desire to touch her. Kami, he just needed to …help her. He couldn't stand the thought of her …doing this without him. She was his responsibility. This was just another way he could take care of her….wasn't it?

 

Kagome closed her eyes briefly as she reveled in the feeling of Inu Yasha's finger lightly rubbing against her throbbing button. For a virgin he was remarkably good at this. `Verygood.' She practically purred as his words finally reached her ears. Not reading? She was supposed to be reading? Was she holding a book? Damn, she was.

 

“Oh Kami.” Kagome groaned out loud; her eyes suddenly popping open to watch the hanyou's forearm disappear a little further under the waistband of her skirt as he dipped his middle finger inside her warm and aching body. It was an amazing feeling, to have any part of Inu Yasha enter her body. For some reason the fact that he was the one doing this to her only served to fuel the fire of her desire.

 

And she was quickly combusting…

 

“Inu Yasha!” Kagome hissed as her body quickly arched against his fingers. Her romance novel was quickly forgotten as she dropped it to the forest floor in favor of grabbing the muscled thighs of the hanyou that supported her. “Oh Kami!” She hissed again as every muscle in her stomach seemed to clench against his finger; sending the rest of her body into a fit of delicious tremors.

 

“Kagome?” Inu Yasha questioned with concern as he once again wondered whether or not he had accidentally hurt her. He had been so lost in how hot and tight and wet her body was….and the way it felt to slip his finger into her over and over again, he hadn't really been paying attention to the amount of force he used. “Are you okay?” He inquired thoughtfully. He'd sit himself if he hurt her somehow. “Y-you were shaking.”

 

Kagome released a tired chuckle as she let her head fall back against the hanyou's shoulder. “That's a good thing.” She pointed out softly between breaths.

 

“So…..it was good?” He questioned huskily, obviously seeking some sort of reassurance.

 

“No.” Kagome corrected as she lightly ran her fingers over the hanyou's arm. “It was incredible.” She admitted unabashedly.

 

“Keh!” Inu Yasha snorted as he lightly tickled the side of her neck with his nose. “You dropped your book wench.” He bit out gruffly.

 

Kagome smiled.