InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart and Soul... ❯ Chapter Three: Love and Suffering ( Chapter 3 )

Warning: For the fans of Inu/Kagome… Well lets just say I had to take up the rating for this chapter. ^^ Hope yall enjoy! Oh and thanks to Inugrrrl for introducing me to Alexz Johnson, her stories are AWESOME! I recommend every last one of them. The song is Skin by Alexz Johnson, I recommend you get it!

 

Chapter 3

 

 

They finally reached Sango's and Miroku's home. Sango and Miroku had repaired any damage that had been done to the village of demon slayers, and took the largest of the homes, which had been her childhood home. Before long they had collected a hodge podge of demons and humans alike, people that they had met on the journey to destroy Naraku, which had lost family or villages because of the war or because of the horrid half demon.

 

Julie slipped from Kirara's back, shifting her bags around on her shoulders again. She held her hand out to Shippo who took it, though not without a fiery blush-even though it was hidden from her in the night time gloom. He only stood shoulder height with her, but that didn't change how the fox demon felt, even the candle she held for Kouga didn't change how he felt about her.

 

Almost as if on queue Miroku stepped out onto the front porch carrying one of his offspring on his back, his youngest daughter Yuna, who had his dark violet eyes, and Sango's brown hair. The infant was nearly a year, snoozing against her father, leaving a little drool spot on his back. A bright smile curved over the monk's face.

 

“There you are! I was starting to think that maybe you had changed your mind, and we would only be gifted with Kaiori's visit.”

 

“I would never change my mind Uncle Miroku! Not without letting you guys know some how.”

 

Without pause she ran up and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, without disturbing the young one on his back, he responded with a kiss to her forehead. She dropped her voice to a near whisper.

 

“I had a gig tonight, that's why I'm so late…”

 

“Ah…”

 

The monk couldn't hide the questioning gaze he gave the girl; he wasn't sure what a “gig” was, when Shippo piped in.

 

“She played with a band at a bar…”

 

“Oh! I know you did well then. I know the children like when you play for them; I'm sure adults can't feel too different.”

 

A frown touched her lips and she lightly rubbed the hard sole of her boot against the wood step.

 

“Actually, Dad was the only one that really applauded till I did the last song. It was kinda early though, So... But at least I didn't get any bottles thrown at me!”

 

This little announcement got her stares from both males. She gulped and waved it off trying to explain.

 

“In bars like the one I was in, if they don't like the song, or don't like the singer-band combo they'll throw stuff, but there is chicken wire around the stage so no one gets hurt, unless beer splashing on them would hurt `em.”

 

“And Inu Yasha let you sing in this place??”

 

Having a few daughters of his own the monk was astonished that anyone would let their little girl even into a place like that.

 

“Well yeah, but he insisted on going with me, not that I would have told him no… I like when he comes to hear me sing… Besides it's not like I'm fragile, there are advantages to being partial demon.”

 

“Still! That is far beyond the point Julie a young lady should not even step foot in such a place.”

 

Her eyes narrowed into dangerous looking indigo slits. She drew a no nonsense tone to her voice.

 

“Uncle Miroku, I argued with my Dad about it, and now that it's done and over with I'm not about to argue with you about it… I'm not a little girl; I can handle myself and almost anything thrown at me. I appreciate your concern, but I can make my own decisions… Besides a gig is a gig, I get paid for damages if I did have something thrown at me.”

 

She shrugged it off as if it had been nothing really, and in her opinion it wasn't, in her time, and that age it wasn't unheard of for people to be stabbed or shot at because they sang the wrong song to the wrong crowd, but she wasn't about to bring that up and worry the monk even more.

 

His lips pressed into a line but he relented, she was right after all, it was done and over with, she was a young woman not a little girl, and most definitely not his little girl.

 

“I apologize, I just would hate to see you hurt is all. I was just a little shocked.”

 

A smile touched her lips, she knew he was only trying to protect her; all the men in her life seemed to want to do that, except for one.

 

“Don't worry about it; I know you only worry because you love me right?”

 

His formerly cursed hand rose and ruffled the silky silver locks lightly.

 

“Of course! You and Kaiori are the closest thing to a niece and nephew I have, and I love you as I do your mother and father.”

 

Green eyes had watched the whole confrontation, it was then he cleared his throat. Rubbing the back of his head, just below that red tail, he spoke up.

 

“You guys can talk about this tomorrow, it's late and I'm sure Julie is probably tired.”

A set of dark blue and a set of dark violet eyes cast to the young demon. He was probably just trying to be sure that there would be no more confrontations, at least not tonight.

 

“Actually I am aching for a nice hot spring bath… I reek of smoke and alcohol”

 

~*~*~*~*

 

He stood at the window until he saw the blaze of light from the well house, which signified that Julie had leapt into another time. A grin curved up, exposing those sharp canines, as he turned from the window. Now it was time for him to take advantage that the house was nearly empty.

 

Exiting the teen's room he lifted his nose and took a deep whiff, searching for the woman he claimed as his mate. He couldn't resist making a face, as he followed her smell, because the smell of wet dog hit him as well.

 

He slid the door open to the bathroom with his foot. And there she was, Kagome, the woman he would love for the rest of his life, the one he had transcended time for, the one who had freed him from the prison of sleep. She was currently bathing the family pet, a little white Akita puppy who always managed to find a mud puddle somewhere.

 

It was always amusing to watch her bathe him, she had to hold the squirmy bundle with one hand, and rinse him off with the other. She's gotten to the point that she wore a swimsuit to do it in because he liked to shake right in front of her or jump up and paw at her when he's soaked.

 

Gods be damned looking at her was all it took to for arousal to hit him square in the face. Though now he could do something about it, creeping up behind her not caring that she was almost as soaked as the pup in front of her, his arms slid around her waist. He pressed his body flush to hers so that she could feel exactly what she did to him. That thick long arousal strained against the damned tight jeans he wore, as it pressed against her back.

 

He loved the swimsuit she wore; it exposed her entire back to him, only covering her rear at the last moment. It was a one piece that hid her affectively in the front, which he was glad for he didn't want anyone ogling his mate, that was a light rose color that had flowers printed on the front.

 

His hand slid along her flat stomach, and he let his lips tease over the delicate shell of her ear as he whispered softly.

 

“Kagome… I need you… Now”

 

His tongue teased the skin just below her ear, as he felt a soft groan rumble from her chest. A smirk curved over his lips and he slid his hands over the smooth fabric to tease over her breasts.

 

“I-inu Yasha I'm in the middle of bathing …Oooh...”

 

What she was saying died from her lips in a slow groan as he gently lapped over the mark on her throat, which signified she was his. Just then the little pup decided to yap, with a light sigh he picked up the towel that was on the ground ready for use, wrapped the pup into it with a smug grin, and sat the writhing bundle on the floor.

 

“Heh, that'll keep him busy for a little while… Now where was I…?”

 

He said with a lecherous grin, as he turned back to her. Kagome feigned fright as she squeaked and tried to get away, she backed herself against the wall trying to fight off the grin that wanted to spread over her face.

 

He placed his hands on either side of her, affectively pinning her in. Leaning forward he let his lips caress over her jaw line. Parting his lips just enough to allow his fangs to drag over her skin oh so gently. He made his way over to her ear, where he huskily whispered.

 

“Were you trying to escape me?”

 

He would slide one of his knees between her thighs pushing them apart, he growled softly when the scent of her arousal hit him in the face. Shifting his hips he pressed them between her parted thighs and ground his hard bulge against her thinly covered core. This caused a growl of her own to rumble in her throat.

 

“God… Inu Yasha…”

 

He slid his claws up against the straps of her bathing suit, ready to slice through them until he felt her stiffen then growled in a low tone of warning.

 

“Don't you dare…”

 

He shifted his hips and rubbed himself against her again, and was rewarded with a lustier growl.

 

“I wasn't going to…”

 

He lied, and he knew she would catch it, so instead he lifted the straps, easing them down her arms, until her breasts were bared to him. He tilted his head down and hissed passed through his teeth. He stepped back and pulled the suit off the rest of her body, and then he let his gaze take her in. Even after two children and twenty years her body still made him ache to taste her.

 

Dropping to his knees before her, he arched up high enough to take one of those rose colored nipples into his mouth. His arm wrapped around her waist, as his hand lifted to fondle the lone breast, gently rolling the pebbled flesh between his fingers.

 

He lavished the budded flesh with his tongue, worshiping it even, before switching to the other and showing it the same attention. His ears picking up every moan and groan, ever whimper and pleading murmur. When her scent spiked he growled low in his throat. Popping his lips off of the pink flesh he flickered his tongue along the bottom side of the mound. Then in a torturously slow delicious trail he dropped kisses over her smooth stomach.

 

He grinned up at her as she cried out when he scrapped his fangs over the sensitive skin just above the silky patch of black curls. He didn't give her much more warning when he lifted her leg and draped it over his shoulder. Bringing his lips inches from her feminine folds, he took a deep sniff of her delicious scent before he pressed his lips around them.

 

He sucked mercilessly, attacking her hidden nub with his tongue as soon as he found it. His hands slid up and down her soft hips, a groan purred against his demon tongue. He adored the way she thrashed and writhed, the groans and incoherent words that tumbled from her lips. Delving his tongue deep into the honey coated canal earned him a shuttered cry. He felt her hands in his hair, one started to rub over his ear and he rewarded her with a pleasured purr. Lapping against her coated inner walls enjoying her flavor, before he went back to torturing that nubbin. He took that little bump of nerves between his teeth and gently bit down, earning a sharp gasp.

 

He began lightly fluttering his tongue over that bit of flesh, he felt her quiver and knew her climax was close. His tongue didn't relent until she went stock still, then it delved inside her once more, as her out cry rang through the tiled room.

 

“Inu Yasha!”

 

He lapped up the delicious juices he was rewarded with, his eyes closed at the enjoyment. Slowly he stood, stripping off that tight white tee, and quickly unbuttoning and shucking the tight jeans in one stroke. Stepping out of them his tongue still ran over his lips to be sure he got every drop and none was wasted. Leaning in he crushed his lips against hers drawing from her a low long groan. The lusty kiss didn't last long before he pulled from her and turned her around, applying gentle pressure against her back bending her forward. She pressed her hands against the wall in front of her to keep from crashing into it. He grabbed her hips and in one swift motion he was buried in her. Both of their pleasured cries mingled together. He gave himself a moment to get used to the hot tight cavern, before he began to pound against her. The force of their impact could be heard throughout the house.

 

Flesh against flesh, sweat mixing together, obnoxious noises mixing with grunts and groans from both figures.

 

“Ugh gods, Kagome… You feel... soo... fucking... gooood!”

 

“I-inu Yasha…I'm… I'm… OH GOD!”

 

She cried out as a second orgasm crashed over her again. He slammed into her hard as she gripped down around his shaft, before he finally lost himself in a loud roar.

 

The frenzied coupling had gone ignored by the little Akita pup, it lay curled up on top of the towel he had been wrapped up in, snoozing in the make shift nest.

 

~*~*~*~*~

 

The bath had been marvelous, relaxation rolled off of her shoulders as she finished changing. A simple white camisole snuggled to her feminine curves, loose, pale blue, cotton pajama pants settled on her hips. Fingers were currently folding damp silver tresses into a loose low braid. As one hand held the end she used her teeth to tug a rubber band over her free hand, in a few loops she was done.

 

Leaning down she scooped up her bag and guitar and trotted, barefooted, back to the home the slayer and monk shared. Fully aware of the pale blue eyes that watched her; after all she was very much her father's daughter, though she chose to ignore them. That lengthy braid tickled her lower back as she quickened her stride.

 

He was leaping from tree to tree following her. A frown touched his lips as he noticed her pace pick up. Damn it… The curse danced through his mind, she's still pissed, keh. She holds a grudge like Inu-kuso does. He watched her as she got closer to the village, the walls were nothing, they didn't really keep him out, but he didn't want to raise the alarm either. FUCK! He noticed the fox demon standing just outside the gate, no doubt waiting for her. Watched how those green eyes lit up as she leaned towards him, Shippo wasn't a pup anymore, and now he was competition. And a blind man would recognize his adoration for Julie…

 

When she reached the gate she smiled when she noticed Shippo had waited for her, though she had to bite the inside of her cheek when she also realized he was still following her. She leaned forward and whispered lightly in the Kitsune's ear hopefully low enough so hopefully the wolf couldn't hear her.

 

“Kouga's behind me… in the trees there's a song I've been working on that he needs to hear… But there's no way he …”

 

Shippo nodded once acknowledging what he needed to do… With honest adoration in his voice he said loud enough so that Kouga could hear him.

 

“Julie, would you come play for me before you go to bed? I love y-your voice and I wanna hear it before I go to sleep.”

 

He'd almost lost resolve when it came to the three words that he wanted to say to her, but he covered it up easily. Smiling brightly up at the female he'd love to claim as his own one day. But he wasn't stupid, she was getting over Kouga and he really didn't want to start anything until he was absolutely sure she was over him.

 

A smile danced over her features at the way he pulled that off so smoothly. She could have hugged him! But since she had her bags over her shoulder she didn't want to accidentally smack him with either of them. So she opted with a kiss, her lips lightly brushed over his cheek and she whispered softly in his ear.

 

“Thanks Shippo.”

 

He nearly snarled at the scene in front of him, that pup had the nerve to shutter when she kissed his cheek. A growl did rumble from his chest when she took his hand and they walked into the village together. He knew where the pups hut was, he jumped down from the tree he was in and ran along the outer edge of the fence, till he reached the area that was a few feet from the hut. Carefully he pried a gap between two of the large logs, enough so he could see, hearing wouldn't be a problem if it was he'd go around back and scale the fence and sit on the damned roof.

 

She watched as Shippo dragged out a stool for her to sit on, and started a fire in the little pit just a few feet from his home. She laid the case of her guitar over her lap. Flipping it open she slid her hand beneath the neck and slipped it out. When she lifted the instrument she stared in surprise at the brown wrapped package that was sitting there.

 

Snagging the bundle she sat her guitar back down in the case, and slipped it off her lap. The package was wrapped in twine, which she used one of her claws to cut. Unfolding the paper she gasped when a red haori was what met her eyes, she fingered the top slowly she lifted it up out of it's wrapping, and noticed the hakama that went with it was beneath. A slip of paper fell out of the top, and she lay the article down over her lap, and scooped the note up. It was scrawled in her father's scratchy characters.

 

Julie I can't tell you how proud of you I am. Your strong, good hearted and aren't afraid to say what you feel. I'm not there to protect you now, but hopefully this will protect you the way it did me. Keep safe.

 

Love

Dad

 

P.S. No matter how old you get, you'll always be my little girl.

 

“Holy cow! That's Inu Yasha's Fire Rat armor!”

She dropped the note to her lap when she heard Shippo gasp, his voice dropping to that squeaky childish voice for a second, before he cleared his throat forcing it back into the low tenor it had changed to. A bright blush coursed over his cheeks. She couldn't help but chuckle at him he was so adorable.

 

“I wonder if it fits…”

 

She stood up and sat the hakama on the stool; shrugging into the haori she tied the ties as tight as they would go. Then she lifted the bottoms and shook them out the only time she had seen her dad wear the fire rat robes were when they back here when they were little. She tied the belt, then bent down and tied the legs so that they didn't drag the ground.

 

“If you had the Tetsusaiga you would look just like him!”

 

She couldn't help but laugh as Shippo stared in wonder. Her eyes sparkled with a dash of perverted mirth, as she glanced down at him.

 

“I hope I don't look exactly like him. Do I look like a male, Shippo?”

 

She teased as she ran her hands along her stomach, causing the top to tighten a little along her full bosom. A lecherous grin curved her lips when his eyes dropped from her face to her chest, and he slowly shook his head.

 

“N-no… I-I m-meant a-a p-prettier f-female v-version.”

 

They heard a crack of wood and both sets of eyes followed the sound, though only Julie was in a position to see the flash of black that dashed across the gap that had been made, as the male that made the noise shifted out of sight, his pony tail all that caught the light enough for her to see.

 

He had gotten angry when he'd seen what she had done; tighten that haori over her chest so that the fox boy would take notice. He hadn't meant to punch the fence, but he had to do something to keep from jumping over it and strangling the pup for drooling over what was his! When he figured the coast was clear he glanced through the crack again. He was relieved to see that she was sitting on the stool again with her guitar in her lap. Hopefully Shippo wouldn't be goaded into anymore admissions.

 

She smirked inwardly as she sat back down, she knew he was somewhere close by, but now she knew his exact location. Now was time for him to hear what she had to say, how fitting would it be for her to wear her Dad's robes while she sang to him. She settled back down on the stool, setting the note in the case of her guitar, she lifted the instrument to her lap once more… Drawing the backs of her claws against the strings, her ears twitched listening for any cords that were out of tune. Tightening a couple of the strings, she strummed her claws over them again. Nodding when she was happy with the sound she leaned over and fetched a pick.

 

“What is that for? I thought you usually used your claws to make the notes.”

 

“I do but this gives it a slightly different sound. You'll hear it once I start. This is a pick what's supposed to be used to play it.”

 

“Oh… Okay.”

 

Her fingers positioned on the different frets as she started strumming the beginning cords of the song.

 

I drift away to a place

Another kind of life

Take away the pain

I create my paradise

 

She closed her eyes and belted out the words. Her voice soft at first before it grew as she grew in confidence.

 

Everything I've held

Has hit the wall

What used to be yours

Isn't yours at all

 

Her eyes opened and she searched for the blue through that crack, once she saw what she was looking for she stared at him intently.

 

Falling apart, and all that I'm asking

Is it a crime, am I overreacting

 

Oh, he's under my skin

Just give me something to get rid of him

I've got a reason now to bury this alive

Another little white lie

 

She dropped her voice down to the softness that it started out with again, growing as the pairs of two very different blues clashed.

 

So what you had didn't fit

Among the pretty things

Never fear, never fear

I now know where you've been

 

Braids have been un-tied

As ribbons fall away

Leave the consequence

But my tears you'll taste

 

Falling apart and all that I question

Is this a dream or is this my lesson

 

Oh, he's under my skin

Just give me something to get rid of him

I've got a reason now to bury this alive

Another little white lie

 

She shook her head slightly as she glanced down to the instrument that lay in her lap before glancing up to the sliver of what she could see of him.

 

I don't believe I'll be alright

I don't believe I'll be OK

I don't believe how you've thrown me away

I do believe you didn't try

I do blame you for every lie

When I look in your eyes, I don't see mine

 

She paused for a moment; sure that he knew what she was talking about. Her voice took on a bitter edge as she continued, a lot louder than she had been.

 

Oh, he's under my skin

Just give me something to get rid of him

I've got a reason now to bury this alive

Another little white lie

 

Oh my permission to sin

You might have started my reckoning

I've got a reason now to bury him alive

Another little white lie

 

Applause broke out from behind them, startling both her and Shippo, and the secret watcher. She wrenched around to see who had actually snuck up; she'd been so intent on her message that she hadn't noticed three of Sango and Miroku's oldest boys creep up, the oldest being only two years younger than she.

 

“That was awesome Julie! You got started without us…”

 

Kohaku was a charmer just like his father, and just as lecherous. At the age of seventeen he was just as obsessed with females as his Dad had been. He settled on the ground beside Julie, and was joined by two of the other boys sitting to his side, Kai, who was fifteen, and Kei, who was Kai's twin.

 

“Did you learn anymore new songs Julie?”

 

Kei asked with a broad grin.

 

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:D well that's chapter three~ I hoped you guys enjoyed my play into hentai… >.>