InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hedonism ❯ What Is Wrong With You? ( Chapter 27 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: abraxas_ren 
(Inu Gang) [yaoi] S: Kagome is grateful that her friends and family are safe at home for the holidays, but what are some of her friends thankful for? And what's the real story behind thanksgiving? Awarded 1st Place @ IY Hedonism
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.04.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 971 | Visits: 666 | Status: Completed
(Inu Gang) [yaoi] S: Kagome is grateful that her friends and family are safe at home for the holidays, but what are some of her friends thankful for? And what's the real story behind thanksgiving? Awarded 1st Place @ IY Hedonism
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.04.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 971 | Visits: 666 | Status: Completed
"What Is Wrong With You?" by Abraxas (2008-11-30)
"OK, so, how does it work?"
"Baka! Leave Kagome alone, Inuyasha!" grumbled Shippo.
Kagome chuckled, unconcerned and amused, while she set the turkey at the middle of the table. Souta followed with the potatoes and coleslaw. Mrs. Higurashi - as if struck by a fit of OCD - tweaked the placement of utensils and plates and cups and everything.
Inuyasha's smiled widened into a bizarre kind of grin as his eyes followed the steam off of the contours of the turkey. If he had been adorned with a tail it would be wagging. It did not matter that the food was unique - the modern Japanese era was beyond understanding anyway - it was food, hot and fresh, a feast so bountiful he did not know where to begin....
A hand slapped Miroku's face - the monk, too, was intoxicated by another sort of bounty....
"Pervert!" Sango muttered.
"Er," Miroku stammered, "I was only helping you with that napkin."
"Baka! Keep your robe wrapped, Miroku!" scolded Shippo. Dwarfed by mounds of potatoes and coleslaw the fox glared. "This is a day to give thanks for all good things in life...."
Suddenly there came a knock at the door.
"I wonder who that could be?" Mrs. Higurashi asked while turning to face the passage. "Hm, I don't think my Master Onigumo will be making it this year."
Everyone - even Grandpa Higurashi - faced the woman and raised the eyebrow inquisitively.
Souta vanished into the hallway - the door opened, the chitter-chatter of talk - and when the boy returned it was with the company of four friends of Kagome.
"WTF?" Inuyasha's jaw dropped. "Who invited you?"
"Why, Hojo, glad to see you," Mrs. Higurashi said. "And - you brought friends?"
"Yes," started the youth. "Master Koga and I go back a long, long, long time. He, too, is a friend of Kagome. As are Hakakku and Ginta."
"Well, then, I'm pleased to see you all." Mrs. Higurashi bowed - the bows returned the gesture. "Souta, show the guests to the table."
Koga - then Inuyasha - sat with Kagome between them. Hojo remained with Souta. Hakakku and Ginta sat with Granpa Higurashi.
Once the food was served the group, led by Kagome, paused to give a word of thanks.
"...me, my family and friends, safe at home, that's what I've got to be thankful for," she concluded.
"Now...the story of the first real thanksgiving." Souta stood at the head of the table with a book atop his chest held by his arms. "So, once upon a time in there was this cowboy whose horse crashed, er, landed onto a great, big rock. He got captured by the witches of . The leader of the Pilgrims jailed the cowboy because, er, he raised taxes on tea - but a gay Indian chief spared his life 'cause Pocahontas started to cry. Then the cowboy and the Indian rode off into the sunset and everyone was happy. Except maybe Pocahontas."
Souta opened the book - Koga and Inuyasha recognized the cover and grew somewhat nervous.
Strike that!
They grew very nervous.
"For your lips - my cowboy -
those kisses, deep, deepening,
showering me with your passion!
"For your arms - my Indian -
those embraces, tight, tightening,
ravaging me with your devotion!
"For bodies - our bodies -
our flesh, tense, tensing,
fulfilling us with our juices!
"Oh, god, for these things I am grateful!"
Koga was flustered, sweating, fidgeting.
Inuyasha's face was broken by terror.
Miroku was stumped about the meaning of the poem while Sango raised a tired, aching eyebrow.
"Oh, that's OK, Souta, we get the point."
Hakakku and Ginta gazed and blinked....
"Er," Ginta raised a hand and said: "I'd like to say something about what I'm thankful for." Everyone turned to face the two beta wolves. "Well, I know people suspect and, well, yeah - we're tired of hiding. So, what the hell, Hakakku and I are homosexual loving boyfriends who are gay and everything." He wiped the sweat off of his brow hopping he used the proper modern language. "We, well, we have been this way for centuries and centuries. Oh, I can't remember what it was like before we met. I know every single morning we awaken with the satisfaction of orgasm - yeah, it can be a little messy, a lot messy, yeah, a lot messy, Hakakku and I - well, yeah, the sight of my mate exploding like that, everywhere, it's the most, most beautiful thing a wolf is privileged to see and I am so grateful and so thankful! Even the mess we always leave, heh heh heh, I love that too. Hakkie! I love that and everything about you and I don't care who knows it or what they think about it. Thank you."
Hakakku shed a tear.
Koga wolfed a glass of spirits while Inuyasha crumpled into a fetal-position. A kind of silence befell those seated at the table as the shock of the words and the images conjured by the words defiled what remained unshattered by Souta's taste of poetry. All of a sudden Miroku was about to speak yet Sango, with a slap, ended that.
Kagome twitched - thanksgiving was not supposed to be that traumatizing! - and what was the fascination with that book of gay ass poems about anyway?
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"OK, so, how does it work?"
"Baka! Leave Kagome alone, Inuyasha!" grumbled Shippo.
Kagome chuckled, unconcerned and amused, while she set the turkey at the middle of the table. Souta followed with the potatoes and coleslaw. Mrs. Higurashi - as if struck by a fit of OCD - tweaked the placement of utensils and plates and cups and everything.
Inuyasha's smiled widened into a bizarre kind of grin as his eyes followed the steam off of the contours of the turkey. If he had been adorned with a tail it would be wagging. It did not matter that the food was unique - the modern Japanese era was beyond understanding anyway - it was food, hot and fresh, a feast so bountiful he did not know where to begin....
A hand slapped Miroku's face - the monk, too, was intoxicated by another sort of bounty....
"Pervert!" Sango muttered.
"Er," Miroku stammered, "I was only helping you with that napkin."
"Baka! Keep your robe wrapped, Miroku!" scolded Shippo. Dwarfed by mounds of potatoes and coleslaw the fox glared. "This is a day to give thanks for all good things in life...."
Suddenly there came a knock at the door.
"I wonder who that could be?" Mrs. Higurashi asked while turning to face the passage. "Hm, I don't think my Master Onigumo will be making it this year."
Everyone - even Grandpa Higurashi - faced the woman and raised the eyebrow inquisitively.
Souta vanished into the hallway - the door opened, the chitter-chatter of talk - and when the boy returned it was with the company of four friends of Kagome.
"WTF?" Inuyasha's jaw dropped. "Who invited you?"
"Why, Hojo, glad to see you," Mrs. Higurashi said. "And - you brought friends?"
"Yes," started the youth. "Master Koga and I go back a long, long, long time. He, too, is a friend of Kagome. As are Hakakku and Ginta."
"Well, then, I'm pleased to see you all." Mrs. Higurashi bowed - the bows returned the gesture. "Souta, show the guests to the table."
Koga - then Inuyasha - sat with Kagome between them. Hojo remained with Souta. Hakakku and Ginta sat with Granpa Higurashi.
Once the food was served the group, led by Kagome, paused to give a word of thanks.
"...me, my family and friends, safe at home, that's what I've got to be thankful for," she concluded.
"Now...the story of the first real thanksgiving." Souta stood at the head of the table with a book atop his chest held by his arms. "So, once upon a time in there was this cowboy whose horse crashed, er, landed onto a great, big rock. He got captured by the witches of . The leader of the Pilgrims jailed the cowboy because, er, he raised taxes on tea - but a gay Indian chief spared his life 'cause Pocahontas started to cry. Then the cowboy and the Indian rode off into the sunset and everyone was happy. Except maybe Pocahontas."
Souta opened the book - Koga and Inuyasha recognized the cover and grew somewhat nervous.
Strike that!
They grew very nervous.
"For your lips - my cowboy -
those kisses, deep, deepening,
showering me with your passion!
"For your arms - my Indian -
those embraces, tight, tightening,
ravaging me with your devotion!
"For bodies - our bodies -
our flesh, tense, tensing,
fulfilling us with our juices!
"Oh, god, for these things I am grateful!"
Koga was flustered, sweating, fidgeting.
Inuyasha's face was broken by terror.
Miroku was stumped about the meaning of the poem while Sango raised a tired, aching eyebrow.
"Oh, that's OK, Souta, we get the point."
Hakakku and Ginta gazed and blinked....
"Er," Ginta raised a hand and said: "I'd like to say something about what I'm thankful for." Everyone turned to face the two beta wolves. "Well, I know people suspect and, well, yeah - we're tired of hiding. So, what the hell, Hakakku and I are homosexual loving boyfriends who are gay and everything." He wiped the sweat off of his brow hopping he used the proper modern language. "We, well, we have been this way for centuries and centuries. Oh, I can't remember what it was like before we met. I know every single morning we awaken with the satisfaction of orgasm - yeah, it can be a little messy, a lot messy, yeah, a lot messy, Hakakku and I - well, yeah, the sight of my mate exploding like that, everywhere, it's the most, most beautiful thing a wolf is privileged to see and I am so grateful and so thankful! Even the mess we always leave, heh heh heh, I love that too. Hakkie! I love that and everything about you and I don't care who knows it or what they think about it. Thank you."
Hakakku shed a tear.
Koga wolfed a glass of spirits while Inuyasha crumpled into a fetal-position. A kind of silence befell those seated at the table as the shock of the words and the images conjured by the words defiled what remained unshattered by Souta's taste of poetry. All of a sudden Miroku was about to speak yet Sango, with a slap, ended that.
Kagome twitched - thanksgiving was not supposed to be that traumatizing! - and what was the fascination with that book of gay ass poems about anyway?
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