InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Head Over Heels ❯ It�s All Fun & Games ( Chapter 16 )

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Sesshomaru: "The last sketch was a figurative blow to my stomach. Bold eyes and a familiar crescent moon jumped out off the page, the witch had sketched me."

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.22.2006 | Pages: 10 | Words: 10.5K | Visits: 561 | Status: Completed

Chapter Sixteen

It's All Fun & Games

Warning: Slight Lime ahead.

Sesshomaru:

The witch slept in my arms. Her back was to my chest, her bare ass pressed against my thigh and she was drooling on the one and only pillow on the bed.

I let my free hand drift over her shoulder and skim the side of a soft, white breast. She sighed but didn't wake. It was amusing how she slept, completely unaware and without a shred of self consciousness. She was so different when she was awake; every expression, word and movement was guarded.

Her hair spilled over the pillow and she let out a soft snore. I didn't understand how she could be so perfectly beautiful and yet utterly clueless to her own perfection. Normally this was something I'd try to capitalize on but after tonight I wasn't sure that was a good idea.

As intriguing as she was, I didn't relish sharing a wet pillow with her so I untangled her from my arms and slid off the warm bed.

We'd left every light in the tiny apartment burning. I strode nude through the apartment and began switching them off. I was turning off the overhead light in the living room when I noticed the corner of a sketch pad sticking out from under the couch.

I glanced over my shoulder, verified I was still very much alone then bent down and retrieved the book. It was a fresh book and only contained a few charcoal pencil sketches.

The first was of Rin standing in the park with my half brother's old bike. Her hair whipped back in the wind and she was smiling as she rode down the bike path. Her expression was perfect, her eyes full of wonder, mischief and an air of contrived innocence that was the very heart of my little monkey.

The next page was a woman I'd never seen before; her huge eyes set back in an emaciated face. The detail was breathtaking but the subject was questionable.

I turned the page and was looking into the tear stained face of Jane as she sat on the end of a bed. There was a familiar painting behind her and I realized she was in the very same guest room I had deposited Kagura in on Christmas Eve. This was an interesting development. I had no idea what it could mean if anything at all but still…

The next sketch was a fat man with sloppy, black stitches across his forehead. Once again it was amazing work but morbid subject matter; he looked like he'd gotten off the wrong end of an autopsy table.

The last sketch was a figurative blow to my stomach. Bold eyes and a familiar crescent moon jumped out off the page, the witch had sketched me. My lips were set in a thin line and my own eyes looked out at me in long bold strokes. While some light played across my features yet she'd left one side of my face in darkness.

I fell back onto her couch and let the book fall open to the floor. She was a fraud.

She pretended to be a free spirit obsessed with all things trivial and I already seen past her act but still somehow she'd fooled me. Those ruby eyes saw more than she ever let on. Her art was another side of her, one that she never intended to share with me.

A loud racket came from her fire escape window and I looked over and saw a crow beating it's wings against the glass. The bird was out of it's mind and didn't seem to realize it was the middle of the God forsaken night.

I pushed open the window sash and sent it scattering away into the night. I discovered the window over looked a well used fire escape. Several empty terracotta pots sat outside next to a dying Christmas tree.

Perhaps she wasn't strong enough to carry it down the apartment steps. But that seemed unlikely as one of her neighbors would have helped her.

No this tree was left out on purpose in dejected exile. After seeing her reaction over my ostentatious Christmas display this abused tree was beyond strange.

I closed the window and pulled down the shade. This night had ended as I hoped but I had pictured her in my space, my house and my bed. Now I was stumbling around in unfamiliar territory.

I'd done this before, staying at a woman's home instead of my own; it was convenient and kept the woman out of my life. But I liked keeping the witch guessing, something that was easier done under my own terms. However having the chance to wander her rooms alone was an opportunity too good to squander.

Her fridge was bare except for a few bottles of cheap and disgustingly sweet wine, a box of frozen White Castle burgers and a case of diet coke.

What the hell did she eat? An overflowing wastebasket answered this for me in one sniff. Take out.

Her insipid fish watched me intently as I trolled her bookshelf and discovered she was as well read as she claimed. A college diploma hung on the wall and I saw the witch had a bachelors in art history, a useless degree.

A stack of open bills lay in neat pile by her telephone but I passed on these, even I have some principals. That and after experiencing her shoe collection there were some things that I was better off not knowing.

It was odd that there was not a single photo in the whole apartment. I knew she hated her stepfather and I wondered if that had something to do with it. But a girl or woman like this no doubt had girlfriends but there was no evidence of this. Not even a single picture of her embracing Mickey Mouse or wearing a set of those stupid mouse ears.

She had no car, no photographs or anything else for that matter. All she seemed to possess was a fish, a mountain of shoes, books and those black lace stockings.

Something scratched at her front door. It was a metallic sound of bone claws or nails on a blackboard. The noise was getting louder and I didn't want it waking the witch or her neighbors.

I stood watching the thin hollow wood door and whatever or whoever stood on the other side of it began to hiss.

At first it'd caught me off guard, now I was pissed. It may think it could play games with a mere woman but I doubt it was prepared to match skills with the likes of this Sesshomaru.

Frowning and almost forgetting my lack of clothing I went to the door and peered out the convex glass of the peep hole.

The hall in front of her door was in full view and it stood empty. The air sparked around the door frame and I cracked my knuckles in anticipation of a confrontation that never came.

A thick phone book that was balanced precariously atop the tiny TV behind me fell to the ground with a soft thud. I bent down to pick it up but found no reason for the incident. I cautiously placed the book on her counter.

The air was thick and stagnant with no traces of hope or the witch's perfume. The apartment had an abysmal atmosphere. I couldn't understand how she was able to live here.

When nothing else happened I went to look for the bathroom and wasn't surprised that it was tiny beyond belief.

I flipped on the light and found my self surrounded by a barrage of women's underwear and stockings, nearly all black and draped over every conceivable surface. A thin pink filmy bra caught my eye and I traced the lace cup with one finger.

She was an unorganized walking disaster. Her apartment was a mess. Her life was a wreck. She had no career. She was defensive, vulnerable and she made love like a drowning woman discovering air.

Earlier I was sure that one night; one taste of her would be enough to get her out of my head so I could be free of her. Standing amongst her jungle of underwear I knew I still wanted her. I'd want her before breakfast and possibly again after. The next night I'd want to sink into her before giving into sleep and if I woke up unexpectedly I'd want her beside me… just in case.

But it didn't matter. So what if it took a few more nights to rid myself of her? I'd still come out on top. I always do, it's what I'm good at.

Tonight was not the time to sort through all this. Not when she was naked and alone in the next room.

I saw there was only one toothbrush on her sink and was relieved, though why I wasn't sure. I cupped my hands under the water facet and washed my face in the cold water.

There was a bottle of store brand mouthwash and I made use of it. Next time we got together I was bringing my own toothbrush. Hell would freeze over before I'd borrow someone else's even if we had been… intimate.

Of course there was no towel for me to dry my face off so I had to settle for shaking my head and using my hands as I walked back into her bedroom,

I stood over her bed and realized that I still had not found another pillow. No matter. I pulled my hair free from it's braid than sat down beside her and slid the pillow out from under her head.

I pulled off the pillow case, turned it inside out and then replaced it. Once I was settled in beside the witch I set her head on my chest and kept the pillow for myself. After all the wonderful hell she'd put me through, it was the very least she could do.

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Kagura:

I woke up to a room filled with sunlight. I'd fallen asleep and slept through the entire night.

No disturbing dreams. No loud crashes, breaking glass or uninvited guests.

Hell, I'd gotten a full night of sleep without help from my Wild Turkey bottle.

My head lay across a warm chest and my chin was steeping in a puddle of my own… oh shit was that drool?

I sat still and felt his chest moving evenly under my head. Okay, he might still be asleep so there was a chance he hadn't noticed my growing pool of slobber.

I slowly reached out and pulled the bed sheet over my arm then mopped up the drool. Thank God I'd woken up first.

I sat up slowly, pulled on my glasses and leaned over Sesshomaru. His head was tilted back on the pillow giving me a horrible view of the inside of his nostrils.

Ewww. Not exactly the stuff movies are made of but still not bad. His hair hung free and lose across the pillow; his silver lashes lay flat against his pale skin. It'd been awhile since he'd gotten a tan, maybe even forever.

I stretched out my arms over my head reveling in the feeling of waking rested for the first time in months or hell possibly even years.

It was Wednesday and my day off. The whole day stretched out in front of me and the possibilities were endless. Of course who knew how awkward things would be once Sesshomaru woke up but for now they were cool.

Speaking of a certain Taiyokai, the ass had stolen my pillow. I guess he'd spent too much time in that big house with all those maids to understand what a linen closet was. Of course I could have told him before going to sleep but that hadn't been intentional.

I traced the line of his jaw with the pad of my finger. Hell, he even made my old faded bed sheets look good, and that was saying something.

He sighed but made no other movements. I let my eyes travel down the length of his body and saw he had a twisted blanket wrapped around his hips. Damn.

I bent down over him and brushed my lips across the cool skin of his neck. He continued sleeping and I ran my tongue along the shell of his ear. Still nothing.

Well double damn. He was playing possum.

My ire rose and I noticed his hair was scattered over the pillow and his face.

I willed a breeze to lift a piece of his silver hair and tickled his nose with it. His nostrils twitched and his eyelashes fluttered.

Bingo.

I sat on my hands and mentally lifted another strand of hair allowing it to drag across his face. Not so much as a single twitch.

Now this was something I couldn't stand for. I moved my hands over his head allowing the wind to tickle him unmercifully with his own hair.

I bit my lip to suppress my giggles as I watched for a reaction and finally his self control broke.

His tone was sharp, “Kagura, cease and desist.”

My giggle burst from my lips. “And a good morning to you too.”

He opened his eyes to give me a hard look and I almost tripped and fell into their molten depths. My stomach performed a solid summersault worthy of any Olympian athlete.

Sesshomaru frowned as he sat up. I was worried he was leaving me but instead his hands wrapped around my hips and he lifted me into his lap.

Someone was in the mood for fun and games. This was gonna be my kind of morning. I bent down and locked my lips to his.

I heard him hiss as I ran my tongue over his bottom lip then moved down his jaw. I kissed the wicked pointy end of his ear and he actually groaned.

Seems like this morning, someone had left his quiet reserved self control in his other pants, not that he was wearing any today… Oh this was rich.

I replaced my tongue with my teeth and felt his fingers digging into my shoulders. I opened my lips and said against his skin, “Watch those talons you call fingernails.”

His voice rumbled from deep within his chest, “You are the only lethal weapon in this bed.”

Ummm… really? This morning was only getting better and better.

I dropped light kisses along his neck and felt him stiffen under me when I skimmed his collar bone with the sharp edge of my teeth.

I lifted my head and returned to his face. I traced the outline of his crescent moon with my tongue and then followed suit on the proud stripes that rode his cheekbones.

His liquid eyes were swimming with unnatural bits of magenta and that was the only warning I had before he latched onto my breast with his mouth.

Dark thick heat took over my brain, and when his hand claimed the other breast I melted against him.

His other hand swept down the curve of my spine and cupped my butt. Ahh yes… this was going to be a very interesting morning.

_-_-_-_-_

It was noon and I sat on the edge of my own couch wrapped in only a white bath towel. Sesshomaru sat completely buck ass naked at my feet allowing me to run my brush through his long damp silken hair.

His eyes were closed and when I ran my nails through his scalp in little massaging circles his shoulders slumped and I felt him relax against my legs.

I'd given anything to see his face. He might actually be smiling. A picture of that was probably worth some money, seeing how most people probably didn't even realize he knew how to smile; though this morning he'd had a lot to smile about.

First there was his wake up call. Then when I was taking a shower, imagine my surprise when he'd pulled back the curtain and climbed in behind me.

His warm soapy hands on my body were the blackest sort of magic. When he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist I went willingly into that good night.

When it was over I washed his long hair, which was quite a feat. Now he sat before me a puddle of his former workaholic, over bearing self, smelling of my mimosa body wash to boot.

The day was sheer perfection. Each time I'd heard his voice in my head but I pushed it away still not sure what to make of it.

My stomach growled but I ignored it choosing to feast instead on the soft neck of the man in front of me. I heard him hiss and his back stiffened as he turned to face me.

I sat back on the couch and his hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me to his chest. Sesshomaru's lips pressed to my ear. “Little witch, woman cannot live on sex alone.”

“Really, well you don't say?” I shrugged and grinned, perfectly ready to give a life of nothing but endless sex a shot.

He chuckled, “Really. Now what do you have to eat?” He looked towards my kitchen and somehow I knew that he'd already explored it and found the contents wanting.

I said in all honesty, “There isn't a thing to eat in there that's fit for man or beast.”

“So what'll it be then?” He traced the tip of my nose with his finger and I made a half assed attempt to bite it.

He moved his finger away and I said, “Well, Lover than it will just have to be delivery.” Most of my food came to my door on it own or from the freezer section of a grocery store. I supposed someday I'd learn to cook… maybe.

He growled and pressed his sharp canines to my neck. “Ummm… say it again.”

I feigned innocence and made my eyes big and round. “Say what?”

“Grrr… you know bloody well what.” was his husky reply.

An evil grin played across my lips. “Do you want something… Lover?”

Sesshomaru growled again, pressed me down to the carpet and buried his face in my belly as he assaulted me with wonderful fast and sharp kisses. I giggled and my fingers wound into his wet hair that hung over me in long silver ropes.

Things were going full speed ahead until my belly audibly broke the mood and he came up laughing. “Damnation… you must be fed, lest you starve.”

I ran a hot finger down the center of his chest, “Okay, if you think you could stand to wait…”

He shot me a scalding hot look then shrugged, “It's delivery you say?”

I nodded, “Yes, that's what I said.”

“Then it'll take at least twenty minutes to get here… after we call it in, I'll have plenty of time.” His clawed hand trailed down the inside of my thigh.

I jumped up and ran to the kitchen to collect all the delivery menus. Sesshomaru moved to the couch and flipped through them frowning as he went. “What do you usually get?”

“Pizza, subs, Chinese… Get what ever you want.” I wasn't about to admit I frequented every restaurant in the stack of menus.

He pulled a red menu free and handed to me, “Sushi that delivers?”

Oh yeah baby, this was good stuff. “They're awesome.”

Sesshomaru held the menu under his nose and sniffed. I wondered if he could really pick up any scents from the restaurant that way but he seemed pleased when he handed the paper back to me. “Call them and order what ever you like. Just make it enough for two.”

I raised my brows and thought of how up until now he'd made a show of ordering for me. “You'd trust me to do that?”

He was looking at my breasts when he answered, “I trust you to make it fast.”

I reached behind me for the phone. Nuff said!

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The sushi arrived the same time I did. Sesshomaru barely had enough time to wash his hands and dig out his wallet. It was a shame I was beyond the ability to walk… I'd loved to see the expression on the delivery man's face when Sesshomaru answered the door in only my fluffy pink robe that hung a few inches past his butt.

The food was exquisite; I was lost in my Philadelphia roll while Sesshomaru finished off the last of the miso. Feeling a tad guilty I'd moved Sushi's fishbowl to the other end of the counter so he couldn't watch us eat.

It was nearly one in the afternoon and while this was perfection I decided it was time to get the worst part over with.

“So I guess you'll have to leave soon?” I looked past his shoulder at the Lost Boys poster behind him.

Sesshomaru surprised me by shaking his head. “If you wish it, I can stay all day. But tomorrow, I've a packed schedule.”

Then I knew while I was in the shower, before he joined me that he'd been making phone calls. Sesshomaru probably didn't realize this but his time was more valuable to me than any overdone box of chocolates.

I found my voice, “Yes… please, I'd like that.”

“So what do you want to do then?” His eyes sparked but I knew he had to need a break… hell I knew I did.

True inspiration struck me. “Sesshomaru lets go out.”

He drank from his cup of green tea, “Go where?”

I jumped to my feet. “We live in one of the greatest cities on earth! We could go the Village or to the produce market or the used record store. Let's dress down and hang out in the streets and walk in the park or go to the zoo.”

A single wrinkle appeared on his forehead. “If this is what you want then of course we can…”

I knelt down before him and cut him off, “Sesshomaru, we spent last night in your world. Today let's do mine.”

I met his warm gaze and he lifted his silver brows.

“Sure why not.”

This was wonderful in so many different ways. It was all I could do to keep from bouncing up and down while clapping my hands. “Perfect, now let's get dressed.”

Sesshomaru turned to his dress pants and I stopped him. “Do you have any jeans?”

I expected him to reach for his cell and call for them but instead he said simply, “I have a pair in the trunk of the Roadster.”

Goody! “Any t-shirts in there too?”

He shook his head, “Hardly.”

I pulled on my jeans and my They Might Be Giants long sleeved t-shirt. “Well that won't do. For this to work you must wear a t-shirt. But no big, we'll get dressed and I'll help you pick one out while we are in the market.”

Sesshomaru frowned and I could almost hear his thoughts. `What the hell have I done?'

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Sesshomaru:

The witch was kind enough to fetch my jeans from my car. I tucked in my blue dress shirt, pulled on my coat and we were ready to leave.

Horace and company were sitting outside sharing a newspaper and they had the audacity to clap upon our appearance. My shameless witch actually bowed and then everyone broke out into a round of hearty laughter.

I unlocked the car but she walked past it. That's when I knew we were truly going to do this her way.

It was a crisp cold day but the sun was out and the sky was an endless canvas of blue. My hand found her elbow and we walked in happy silence for a few blocks.

Kagura stopped in front of some hippie shop and then dragged me through the front door. Chimes sounded as we pushed into the store, the air was heavy with sweet incense, dust and frequent oils. The place was as small as her apartment, if that was possible and the atmosphere was suffocating. And of course she loved it.

I waited by a pile of horrible thong sandals while she dug through a bin of glass beads. She showed me a handful of cobalt blue beads. “These would be great in your hair.”

The witch grinned at me and I decided to put an end to this impending horror, “No.”

She grinned wide, “Oh come on… it won't kill you.”

I shook my head and replied in a firm tone, “Perhaps not, but it might get you killed.”

With that she let the beads pour through her fingers back into the barrel, “Well drats.”

After that we examined some tacky door beads and annoying wind chimes. I stood by letting her fuss and fawn pretending not to be dying inside of boredom. It was hard to keep my thoughts from straying back to our earlier activities and my jeans, that left little to the imagination, put me at a definite disadvantage.

A beaded belly dancer blouse with puffed sleeves caught my eye. Now that was something I'd appreciate tearing off f her later on. I guessed at her size and tucked it under my arm.

A moment later she was back at my side looking up at me with a shit eating grin that could only mean one thing. I sighed, “What?”

She tossed her head and announced proudly. “I found it!”

I hid the shirt behind my back. “Found what?”

“Your shirt and it's perfect. Here.” She held up a black shirt that read in big white block print letters; `It's all fun and games till someone loses an arm.'

Damn wind yokai, she was back to that stupid Captain Hook joke. This is what I get for pursuing such a laissez-faire creature.

I protested sharply, “It's not funny, it doesn't even make sense.”

She batted her eyes and damnit even pouted. This is why I rarely spent time with women, I hated being subject to someone else's whims.

Kagura purred, “Please… for me?”

My jaw twitched, “No.”

She stood on tiptoe and whispered in my ear, “I'll wear it for you… later.”

I frowned not understanding, “So?”

She blinked, “Just this…”

I caught her meaning and shook my head. “No, the only way I'll concede is if you wear this later.” I produced the filmy beaded belly dancer top and she squealed, then jumped up and hugged me.

“It's amazing! You've got a deal.” She kissed me and soon I was kissing her back, all thoughts of the horrible shirt slipping away.

The shop keeper, a fifty something heavy set woman with long hair cleared her throat and Kagura blushed as she stepped away then asked. “Can he change into this here?”

The woman shrugged her thick shoulders, “Sure, but girlie you aren't going into that dressing room with him.”

Kagura laughed and flashed me the thumbs up. “Deal!”

_-_-_-_

We left the shop and I was glad my coat hid the ridiculous shirt. We walked a few more blocks then she insisted we stop by the vintage vinyl record store. It was funny that she considered records to be retro. I still remember setting in front of the household radio listening to FDR's weekend fireside chats during the thirties.

Nevertheless we rushed into the store where I dazzled her with my knowledge of Johnny Cash. Actually it was clear she could care less for Cash but after the hippie shop I enjoyed giving her a little bit of tit for tat.

After that we caught a bus to the park. The play grounds and bike paths were busy with families because many people were off from work and school for the Christmas holidays. We stopped by the zoo and she fed the elephants.

Then we fed the ducks, the geese and the squirrels. After we ran out of animals to feed, Kagura bought a stick of cotton candy the size of her head and consumed it fast enough to make Rin proud.

I helped her eat it, though I usually don't care for sweets. It was a wonderful opportunity to press my face to hers and close in for a deep kiss using the candy to shield us from public eyes.

We stopped by a tea shop for a hot cup and my cell phone buzzed in my pocket. The witch was too busy fussing with the delicate china tea pot the waitress had left at our table to notice my distraction.

I slipped out my phone and winced at the caller ID screen. It was Gert.

“Sir, I'm sorry for disturbing you…”

I cut in, “What is it?”

Kagura was exclaiming over the English scones and the only coherent thought in my head was that the sooner we were out of the tea shop the sooner she'd be wearing the belly dancer shirt. But I knew Gert would only call if it were truly important.

She took a deep breath. “Sir, it's your brother.”

“Half brother.” I corrected thoughtlessly.

“Well it seems your half brother will be here in three days for New Years Eve.” Her voice was almost apologetic.

Oh fucking hell. Why couldn't the half breed stay on his side of the country? I closed my eyes. “Thanks for calling Gert. You already know what needs to be done, prepare his room and all of that.”

She replied evenly, “He is getting a room, right? I mean you aren't really putting him in the basement.”

Basement? Hell, I'd have him duck taped to a concrete block and dropped into the Hudson River if I thought it wouldn't come back to bite me in my ass. “Yes but please don't put him anywhere near me.”

“Consider it done sir.” I could tell she'd already readied his room. That was the good thing about Gert; she was full of cut throat efficiency.

I snapped the phone shut and found Kagura watching me. “Is everything okay?”

I knew she was worried about Rin or maybe Jane. “Everything is as good as can be expected. My… bastard half brother is coming to town.”

Her eyes lit up, “Wonderful. I'd love to meet him. That is if you... don't mind.”

I set down the bone china tea cup on the table lest it come to a bad end in the ever increasing grip of my hand. “Perhaps, but he is half human and a walking disgrace.”

She smiled brightly and said, “Hey you know, it's like that old Carlin bit. How you can pick your nose but not your family.”

I snorted and bit my lip, it's a good thing I didn't expect her to be conventional; I don't think she knew the meaning of the word.

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Notes:

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