InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Himitsu ❯ Secret Skin ( Chapter 23 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: nowyouseemenowyoudont 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.25.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 374 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.25.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 374 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Secret Skin
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Skin [oneshot#44]
Words: 919
Rating: T
Genre: Humour Romance
Summary: Continues from my `cloud' drabble Secret Conversations. Kagome is bemused by Sesshoumaru's apparent normality and the wind reveals something she'd rather keep secret.
The stifling heat of the heady, warm, stifling summer's day beat down oppressively on the beings gathered in the wilting garden. Not that it discouraged their happy mingling.
Children screamed and giggled as they ran through the forests of grown-up-legs, people flirted, men gathered in little groups to discuss sports and women collected in little niches to discuss the ridiculousness of their erstwhile husbands and partners, teenagers converged in covert bunches grouching over being denied alcohol, woman chastised men who tried to barbeque but burnt all the food.
Smoothing down her already impeccably straight summer dress for the millionth time in the last second, Kagome tried not to glance around like a deer being hunted.
But, the truth was, she did feel hunted. Sesshoumaru was here, in the back garden of Kagura's house, conversing with the neighbours over burnt barbeque grub. It was weird. Kagome felt like any second now this strange little alternate reality she had constructed would fall away, leaving her to wake up confused but in the right dimension.
After all, Sesshoumaru did not make small talk, he certainly didn't mingle and there was no way he had even accepted her reluctant invitation to the soirée in a backyard to begin with.
And then his golden eyes caught her grey-blue ones across the garden and she knew she wasn't hallucinating.
“So that's him, huh?” Kagura mused, appearing by Kagome's side in a pair of frayed denim shorts and a t-shirt that bared her navel.
“Yeah,” Kagome grouched, “I can't believe he agreed to come here.”
Kagura's smirk turned lascivious.”If I were a little older...”
“Kagura!” Kagome admonished.
“You can't keep him to yourself forever, Kagome-chan!” Kagura gave her a jaunty salute and scampered away to greet others that she knew.
Kagome rolled her eyes and claimed the chilled beverage she had been fetching for Rin before retreating to the relative sanctity of Rin's shaded hide-away. The child sat with her plaster encased leg on a pink cushion, too-big sunglasses perched on her nose and a book in her lap as she watched the proceedings.
Handing Rin the drink Kagome frowned softly, “You aren't upset are you Rin?” Rin was the only child in attendance that wasn't able to run around like a child demented.
Rin grinned toothily. “Nah, the kids here are either way younger than me or lots older than me, besides, Sesshoumaru-san gave me this!”
She held the book aloft triumphantly and Kagome smiled and ruffled her hair affectionately. Mee, who had been chatting to the mothers, chose that moment to pull up a seat.
“Kagome-chan, who is that handsome man watching you?” she asked innocently, her eyes as huge and unassuming as her daughter Rin's.
“My stalker,” Kagome explained, well aware that Sesshoumaru was probably eavesdropping.
“Stalker?” Mee's eyes grew even wider, if that was possible, and she gaped like a fish.
Kagome waved her hands quickly, dispelling whatever image Mee had drafted up.
“He's not a scary stalker, just an annoying one,” she clarified, sort of.
Mee seemed to calm down somewhat but remained dubious when she replied, “Well, if you're sure.”
“It's okay Mama, Kagome-Obasan likes Sesshoumaru!” Rin enthused slurping noisily on her juice through the straw.
Mee blinked owlishly at Kagome. “Kagome-chan?”
Kagome stood abruptly, she didn't really want to talk about a `relationship' that she wasn't even sure she had. “I'm going to get a drink for myself,” she excused herself swiftly.
The refreshment table was bustling with people desiring a refill on their beverage, the sun was unforgiving and the assembled people seemed to be combating it as best they could with icy drinks.
When the tides of people finally abated, Kagome stared solemnly into the punch bowl, contemplating the likelihood of it already being laced with alcohol, there were enough teenagers that it was a distinct possibility.
Suddenly a cup was thrust into her hands as a strand of silver hair caressed the bare skin of her shoulder; Sesshoumaru was behind her. Though he remained slightly apart so that he wasn't touching her, she could feel the heat of his body against her back.
“Drink it, it's not poisoned,” he murmured in her ear, remaining close she started when his arms came down on either side of her; preventing her escape. To anyone else they would have looked like lovers having coquettish conversation against the drink table.
“I wasn't worried about poison,” she muttered, wondering how best to escape him without seeming rude to everyone else gathered. She longed to elbow him in the spleen, but that was probably taking things too far.
“Then why were you staring at it?” he pondered, hand brushing her hip as he snagged a glass for himself from the table.
“Is there alcohol in it?” she asked; if anyone would know Sesshoumaru would.
“Please don't tell me you're afraid of a little alcohol,” he scoffed.
“I'm not afraid, I just get drunk really easily,” she muttered.
“Sometimes you seem far too innocent for your own good,” he scoffed, pulling away at precisely the wrong moment.
Kagome turned to glare at him precisely when the wind picked up and answered the sweaty people's prayers. The draft played havoc with her skirt and she shrieked piercingly as her panties were revealed to anyone who cared to look.
Chuckling throatily, Sesshoumaru's eyes glittered. “Virginal white? I expected no less, Kagome.”
Grimly, a blushing Kagome chugged back the glass of dubious punch, suddenly she no longer cared whether there was alcohol in it or not.
Children screamed and giggled as they ran through the forests of grown-up-legs, people flirted, men gathered in little groups to discuss sports and women collected in little niches to discuss the ridiculousness of their erstwhile husbands and partners, teenagers converged in covert bunches grouching over being denied alcohol, woman chastised men who tried to barbeque but burnt all the food.
Smoothing down her already impeccably straight summer dress for the millionth time in the last second, Kagome tried not to glance around like a deer being hunted.
But, the truth was, she did feel hunted. Sesshoumaru was here, in the back garden of Kagura's house, conversing with the neighbours over burnt barbeque grub. It was weird. Kagome felt like any second now this strange little alternate reality she had constructed would fall away, leaving her to wake up confused but in the right dimension.
After all, Sesshoumaru did not make small talk, he certainly didn't mingle and there was no way he had even accepted her reluctant invitation to the soirée in a backyard to begin with.
And then his golden eyes caught her grey-blue ones across the garden and she knew she wasn't hallucinating.
“So that's him, huh?” Kagura mused, appearing by Kagome's side in a pair of frayed denim shorts and a t-shirt that bared her navel.
“Yeah,” Kagome grouched, “I can't believe he agreed to come here.”
Kagura's smirk turned lascivious.”If I were a little older...”
“Kagura!” Kagome admonished.
“You can't keep him to yourself forever, Kagome-chan!” Kagura gave her a jaunty salute and scampered away to greet others that she knew.
Kagome rolled her eyes and claimed the chilled beverage she had been fetching for Rin before retreating to the relative sanctity of Rin's shaded hide-away. The child sat with her plaster encased leg on a pink cushion, too-big sunglasses perched on her nose and a book in her lap as she watched the proceedings.
Handing Rin the drink Kagome frowned softly, “You aren't upset are you Rin?” Rin was the only child in attendance that wasn't able to run around like a child demented.
Rin grinned toothily. “Nah, the kids here are either way younger than me or lots older than me, besides, Sesshoumaru-san gave me this!”
She held the book aloft triumphantly and Kagome smiled and ruffled her hair affectionately. Mee, who had been chatting to the mothers, chose that moment to pull up a seat.
“Kagome-chan, who is that handsome man watching you?” she asked innocently, her eyes as huge and unassuming as her daughter Rin's.
“My stalker,” Kagome explained, well aware that Sesshoumaru was probably eavesdropping.
“Stalker?” Mee's eyes grew even wider, if that was possible, and she gaped like a fish.
Kagome waved her hands quickly, dispelling whatever image Mee had drafted up.
“He's not a scary stalker, just an annoying one,” she clarified, sort of.
Mee seemed to calm down somewhat but remained dubious when she replied, “Well, if you're sure.”
“It's okay Mama, Kagome-Obasan likes Sesshoumaru!” Rin enthused slurping noisily on her juice through the straw.
Mee blinked owlishly at Kagome. “Kagome-chan?”
Kagome stood abruptly, she didn't really want to talk about a `relationship' that she wasn't even sure she had. “I'm going to get a drink for myself,” she excused herself swiftly.
The refreshment table was bustling with people desiring a refill on their beverage, the sun was unforgiving and the assembled people seemed to be combating it as best they could with icy drinks.
When the tides of people finally abated, Kagome stared solemnly into the punch bowl, contemplating the likelihood of it already being laced with alcohol, there were enough teenagers that it was a distinct possibility.
Suddenly a cup was thrust into her hands as a strand of silver hair caressed the bare skin of her shoulder; Sesshoumaru was behind her. Though he remained slightly apart so that he wasn't touching her, she could feel the heat of his body against her back.
“Drink it, it's not poisoned,” he murmured in her ear, remaining close she started when his arms came down on either side of her; preventing her escape. To anyone else they would have looked like lovers having coquettish conversation against the drink table.
“I wasn't worried about poison,” she muttered, wondering how best to escape him without seeming rude to everyone else gathered. She longed to elbow him in the spleen, but that was probably taking things too far.
“Then why were you staring at it?” he pondered, hand brushing her hip as he snagged a glass for himself from the table.
“Is there alcohol in it?” she asked; if anyone would know Sesshoumaru would.
“Please don't tell me you're afraid of a little alcohol,” he scoffed.
“I'm not afraid, I just get drunk really easily,” she muttered.
“Sometimes you seem far too innocent for your own good,” he scoffed, pulling away at precisely the wrong moment.
Kagome turned to glare at him precisely when the wind picked up and answered the sweaty people's prayers. The draft played havoc with her skirt and she shrieked piercingly as her panties were revealed to anyone who cared to look.
Chuckling throatily, Sesshoumaru's eyes glittered. “Virginal white? I expected no less, Kagome.”
Grimly, a blushing Kagome chugged back the glass of dubious punch, suddenly she no longer cared whether there was alcohol in it or not.
A/N: I know, I know, panty flashes are a dime a dozen in fan fiction... but I just couldn't resist ^_^