InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Himitsu ❯ Secret Confidant ( Chapter 35 )
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By: nowyouseemenowyoudont 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 406 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 406 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Secret Confidant
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Marathon [oneshot#48]
Rating: T
Words: 1,763
Genre: Romance Humour
Summary: Kagome encounters an old friend who maybe wants to be more than just friends much to Sesshoumaru's chagrin.
Carefully munching her odango so as not to get any crumbs on her shirt, Kagome swung her legs leisurely and surveyed the park from her perch on the wooden bench. Her bags filled with her new books and other purchases sat at her feet; she was resting her sore feet after a day of relaxing yet strenuous shopping. Blissful at the prospect of her new cooking books and the perfectly cute Hello Kitty ear buds to replace the ones that Miroku had pilfered and subsequently lost, she hummed under her breath as she people-watched leisurely.
It was the pleasant time between summer and autumn when the weather was warm without being stifling and Kagome had already rid herself of the light jacket she'd previously been wearing. People would be everywhere in the park soon, but it was still early enough that the crowds were light, well... as light as they could be in Tokyo.
Finishing her odango, she threw her napkin into the bin beside her and grinned as she got it in with one shot.
The padding of jogging feet roused Kagome from her daydream and she glanced up in time to see a small gaggle of middle aged women jog past, giggling and gossiping. Jogging and running in the park at this time was popular.
“Higurashi Kagome-san?” a polite, strangely familiar voice intoned softly, causing Kagome to glance over her shoulder at the man jogging on the spot behind the bench she sat on. His red eyes surveyed her speculatively, his long black hair was swept into a plat that ended at his lower back and his tanned strong legs were revealed by the loose blue shorts.
“Do I know you?” she ventured tentatively, tucking an errant strand of wavy ebony hair behind her ear.
He smiled cheekily and pushed a hand through the tendrils of loose hair that fell into his face. “Yep, you're definitely Higurashi Kagome-san,” he affirmed, “innocently unassuming as always. I'm Kinomoto Hiten, we met when we were children.”
Kagome blinked in shock and then paused as memories attempted to resurface. “Ah! Your mother, wasn't she a friend of my Aunt Bea? Kinomoto Keiko-san, she ran the bakery?”
“Good memory,” he praised, “do you remember how you used to come visit the bakery for your mother every day. If I remember correctly, Strawberry mochi were your favourite.”
Kagome smiled in remembrance. “Yeah, and you were the errand boy, always running out for deliveries.”
“Never stopped running really,” he acknowledged, calmly performing some stretches.
“Oh, did I interrupt your run?” Kagome asked, abashed that she had been delaying him.
“Nah, I'm just training for the marathon next week,” he shrugged blithely.
She giggled. “So I guess you really did never stop running.” She crossed her legs and smiled up at him, tilting her head to one side.
“Nope,” he admitted, “I run my mother's bakery now, since she became ill again, but I'm always running for charities and such.”
Her lips quirked. “Are you going for sainthood Kinomoto-san?”
It was true, he did charity work, looked after his sick mother's bakery, was in good shape, was charming and he could obviously cook to be able to run the bakery. He was the definition of a perfect catch.
Probably, she should have been all doe eyed, her heart should have been going doki-doki and she probably should be clamouring to get his phone number...
So why wasn't she?
“Call me Hiten, Kagome-chan,” he implored, invading her personal space inch by inch.
Too stunned to move, she merely blinked up at Hiten as he pulled a strand of her hair away from where it had stuck to her glossy lips. She blushed automatically, hands going up to her cheeks to hide instinctively.
“We should catch up,” he recommended, grinning at her dumbfounded look, “can I have your number?”
Numbly, she handed over her phone and he smirked at the jangling charms that hung from it. “Hello Kitty, huh?”
Slightly chagrined, she blushed again and shrugged. “Who doesn't like a cute cat?” she demanded.
“I suppose,” he allowed, deftly typing as he entered his number into her phone's address book. With an ease that surprised her, he'd swapped numbers and trapped hers within his phone with a jaunty half-grin.
Catching the phone awkwardly as he tossed it to her, she nursed it in the crook of her elbow and smiled at him, the sunlight highlighting the warm brown notes in her ebony hair.
“I look forward to catching up with you,” he smiled as he prepared to continue on with his running excursion.
Waving in a slightly dumbstruck manner, Kagome watched him until he rounded the corner and smiled indulgently; it would be nice to properly catch up with Hiten.
Sliding her bags onto one elbow and folding her jacket over her other arm, she headed back in the direction of her apartment.
Taking the short cut through the little wooded area of the park and ignoring the way her shoes slipped on the uneven path, she pressed at her stomach, feeling slightly apprehensive for some reason; there were butterflies in her belly again.
Something's here.
Feels like... Sesshoumaru?
Twirling as she felt the first flickers of youki prickle against her spine, she shrieked as she lost her footing entirely and slid down off the little path. Crashing through the bushes, her hair snagging in low hanging branches, she skidded on her knees into a small dell.
The dell was idyllic in construct, enclosed form the noise of the outside city by a wall of towering trees and dense shrubbery; Tokyo's oasis.
A small tree stump sat in the centre and perched on the tree stump, in the lotus position with his hair pulled back into a thick braid, was Sesshoumaru.
Magenta stripes were clear across his closed eyes and his peaceful expression was beguiling. He was dressed in a white shirt that hadn't been buttoned entirely, exposing the lithe muscles of his chest, but she wrenched her eyes away.
Pressing a steadying, scolding, hand to her heart, she tried to quell the treacherous palpitations. There's the doki-doki. The fact that he made her heart beat faster wasn't as annoying as it probably should have been and she worried at the thawing of her resistance to Sesshoumaru.
“How long are you going to continue gawking at me?” he intoned, making her flinch though his voice was calm as the surface of a summer lake.
“I wasn't gawking,” she scolded, picking herself from the grass and checking to make sure her purchases were still intact, scowling at the grass stains on her jeans.
One golden eye cracked open and he scoured her form. “You look... bedraggled,” he purred.
“Thanks,” she bit out dryly.
His nose twitched slightly and the other eye opened so that he could pin her with a gimlet stare. “You scent carries the undertone of a male,” his voice was softly deadly.
“So?” she tossed her hair over her shoulder, cursing when the flamboyant gesture was quashed by the leaf that had managed to get lodged in her hair.
“You should know by know that only I may play with you,” he uttered, chest rising and falling rhythmically as he breathed, eyes closing languidly once again.
Being claimed in a roundabout way as his was equal parts flattering and irksome. Did he merely find her little human reactions funny? Was this why he was teasing her?
Well two could play at that game and she was ready to give him a run for his money. Surely it wasn't fair for her to always lose to him?
Hiten's smiling visage flashed through her mind and she frowned, her eyebrows knitting together to form a small crease in the middle of her forehead.
“Yeah, well, Hiten-san would never play with a person,” she stomped her foot, gritting her teeth somewhat at her childish actions, “And since when am I yours?” Her left eyebrow twitched as his calm and collected
demeanour served to ignite her anger.
“Since I decided you would be,” he asserted, his face a mask of tranquillity whilst his emotions flared out of control turbulently. His possessive instincts surprised him and he was fighting to repress them and remain stoic.
“Well, I never signed in for this deal,” she growled, stalking towards the edge of the dell to escape his infuriating presence.
“Do as you will,” he returned softly. She clenched her hands into fists behind her back, fighting the urge to yank on a piece of his stupid shiny hair. That would be foolish and she'd already managed to make the most spectacularly ridiculous entrance that was humanly possible.
When this annoyed for a reason that was probably frivolous, Kagome did the only thing she could do; she left.
Softly pointed demon ears listened intently as she stomped away and, when the sound of infuriated female footfalls had dissipated.
“Hiten? Hm...” Golden eyes flicked open to glare at the sky. “Perhaps a little dismembering is in order...”
“Is that wise, young one?” an amused voice intoned, leaves rustling in a sudden warm breeze.
“You would do well to keep your opinions to yourself, Bokensu,” Sesshoumaru bit out tersely.
The old tree chortled heartily. “If you did not wish for my counsel, you should not have come to my dell, young one.”
Sesshoumaru's lips pursed in consternation and one golden eye opened languidly. “Meditation was my purpose.”
“There are quieter places,” Bokensu interjected, ruffling his branches, “places where I am not.”
“Hn...” This time both of Sesshoumaru's eyes opened to half-mast. “Ulterior motives cannot be denied.”
“What ails you?” Bokensu asked, his voice soothing and lined with age.
“Secrets of Kagome,” Sesshoumaru muttered.
Bokensu chuckled. “It is a woman's prerogative to keep secrets Sesshoumaru.”
“It is deceptive.”
“Why not speak your mind. Your father is much the same in this aspect, you wish to know all of her, you wish to possess her as any Inu would, but your attitude is not helping matters.”
“Such counsel loses its worth when it is delivered by shrubbery,” Sesshoumaru scoffed, nose upturned at the insinuation that he was at fault.
“I would doff my cap to you, Sesshoumaru, if indeed I had one, as your arrogance and highhandedness is second to none.”
“Hn,” Sesshoumaru shut his eyes again, “It is merely confidence, nothing more. And I am confident enough to
know that this unknown male will be of little consequence.”
“Of course...” Bokensu tittered wryly, “yet, if you are truly unconcerned, why go through the trouble of dismembering him?”
“I am... thorough.”
Author: aimee_blue
Prompt: Marathon [oneshot#48]
Rating: T
Words: 1,763
Genre: Romance Humour
Summary: Kagome encounters an old friend who maybe wants to be more than just friends much to Sesshoumaru's chagrin.
Carefully munching her odango so as not to get any crumbs on her shirt, Kagome swung her legs leisurely and surveyed the park from her perch on the wooden bench. Her bags filled with her new books and other purchases sat at her feet; she was resting her sore feet after a day of relaxing yet strenuous shopping. Blissful at the prospect of her new cooking books and the perfectly cute Hello Kitty ear buds to replace the ones that Miroku had pilfered and subsequently lost, she hummed under her breath as she people-watched leisurely.
It was the pleasant time between summer and autumn when the weather was warm without being stifling and Kagome had already rid herself of the light jacket she'd previously been wearing. People would be everywhere in the park soon, but it was still early enough that the crowds were light, well... as light as they could be in Tokyo.
Finishing her odango, she threw her napkin into the bin beside her and grinned as she got it in with one shot.
The padding of jogging feet roused Kagome from her daydream and she glanced up in time to see a small gaggle of middle aged women jog past, giggling and gossiping. Jogging and running in the park at this time was popular.
“Higurashi Kagome-san?” a polite, strangely familiar voice intoned softly, causing Kagome to glance over her shoulder at the man jogging on the spot behind the bench she sat on. His red eyes surveyed her speculatively, his long black hair was swept into a plat that ended at his lower back and his tanned strong legs were revealed by the loose blue shorts.
“Do I know you?” she ventured tentatively, tucking an errant strand of wavy ebony hair behind her ear.
He smiled cheekily and pushed a hand through the tendrils of loose hair that fell into his face. “Yep, you're definitely Higurashi Kagome-san,” he affirmed, “innocently unassuming as always. I'm Kinomoto Hiten, we met when we were children.”
Kagome blinked in shock and then paused as memories attempted to resurface. “Ah! Your mother, wasn't she a friend of my Aunt Bea? Kinomoto Keiko-san, she ran the bakery?”
“Good memory,” he praised, “do you remember how you used to come visit the bakery for your mother every day. If I remember correctly, Strawberry mochi were your favourite.”
Kagome smiled in remembrance. “Yeah, and you were the errand boy, always running out for deliveries.”
“Never stopped running really,” he acknowledged, calmly performing some stretches.
“Oh, did I interrupt your run?” Kagome asked, abashed that she had been delaying him.
“Nah, I'm just training for the marathon next week,” he shrugged blithely.
She giggled. “So I guess you really did never stop running.” She crossed her legs and smiled up at him, tilting her head to one side.
“Nope,” he admitted, “I run my mother's bakery now, since she became ill again, but I'm always running for charities and such.”
Her lips quirked. “Are you going for sainthood Kinomoto-san?”
It was true, he did charity work, looked after his sick mother's bakery, was in good shape, was charming and he could obviously cook to be able to run the bakery. He was the definition of a perfect catch.
Probably, she should have been all doe eyed, her heart should have been going doki-doki and she probably should be clamouring to get his phone number...
So why wasn't she?
“Call me Hiten, Kagome-chan,” he implored, invading her personal space inch by inch.
Too stunned to move, she merely blinked up at Hiten as he pulled a strand of her hair away from where it had stuck to her glossy lips. She blushed automatically, hands going up to her cheeks to hide instinctively.
“We should catch up,” he recommended, grinning at her dumbfounded look, “can I have your number?”
Numbly, she handed over her phone and he smirked at the jangling charms that hung from it. “Hello Kitty, huh?”
Slightly chagrined, she blushed again and shrugged. “Who doesn't like a cute cat?” she demanded.
“I suppose,” he allowed, deftly typing as he entered his number into her phone's address book. With an ease that surprised her, he'd swapped numbers and trapped hers within his phone with a jaunty half-grin.
Catching the phone awkwardly as he tossed it to her, she nursed it in the crook of her elbow and smiled at him, the sunlight highlighting the warm brown notes in her ebony hair.
“I look forward to catching up with you,” he smiled as he prepared to continue on with his running excursion.
Waving in a slightly dumbstruck manner, Kagome watched him until he rounded the corner and smiled indulgently; it would be nice to properly catch up with Hiten.
Sliding her bags onto one elbow and folding her jacket over her other arm, she headed back in the direction of her apartment.
Taking the short cut through the little wooded area of the park and ignoring the way her shoes slipped on the uneven path, she pressed at her stomach, feeling slightly apprehensive for some reason; there were butterflies in her belly again.
Something's here.
Feels like... Sesshoumaru?
Twirling as she felt the first flickers of youki prickle against her spine, she shrieked as she lost her footing entirely and slid down off the little path. Crashing through the bushes, her hair snagging in low hanging branches, she skidded on her knees into a small dell.
The dell was idyllic in construct, enclosed form the noise of the outside city by a wall of towering trees and dense shrubbery; Tokyo's oasis.
A small tree stump sat in the centre and perched on the tree stump, in the lotus position with his hair pulled back into a thick braid, was Sesshoumaru.
Magenta stripes were clear across his closed eyes and his peaceful expression was beguiling. He was dressed in a white shirt that hadn't been buttoned entirely, exposing the lithe muscles of his chest, but she wrenched her eyes away.
Pressing a steadying, scolding, hand to her heart, she tried to quell the treacherous palpitations. There's the doki-doki. The fact that he made her heart beat faster wasn't as annoying as it probably should have been and she worried at the thawing of her resistance to Sesshoumaru.
“How long are you going to continue gawking at me?” he intoned, making her flinch though his voice was calm as the surface of a summer lake.
“I wasn't gawking,” she scolded, picking herself from the grass and checking to make sure her purchases were still intact, scowling at the grass stains on her jeans.
One golden eye cracked open and he scoured her form. “You look... bedraggled,” he purred.
“Thanks,” she bit out dryly.
His nose twitched slightly and the other eye opened so that he could pin her with a gimlet stare. “You scent carries the undertone of a male,” his voice was softly deadly.
“So?” she tossed her hair over her shoulder, cursing when the flamboyant gesture was quashed by the leaf that had managed to get lodged in her hair.
“You should know by know that only I may play with you,” he uttered, chest rising and falling rhythmically as he breathed, eyes closing languidly once again.
Being claimed in a roundabout way as his was equal parts flattering and irksome. Did he merely find her little human reactions funny? Was this why he was teasing her?
Well two could play at that game and she was ready to give him a run for his money. Surely it wasn't fair for her to always lose to him?
Hiten's smiling visage flashed through her mind and she frowned, her eyebrows knitting together to form a small crease in the middle of her forehead.
“Yeah, well, Hiten-san would never play with a person,” she stomped her foot, gritting her teeth somewhat at her childish actions, “And since when am I yours?” Her left eyebrow twitched as his calm and collected
demeanour served to ignite her anger.
“Since I decided you would be,” he asserted, his face a mask of tranquillity whilst his emotions flared out of control turbulently. His possessive instincts surprised him and he was fighting to repress them and remain stoic.
“Well, I never signed in for this deal,” she growled, stalking towards the edge of the dell to escape his infuriating presence.
“Do as you will,” he returned softly. She clenched her hands into fists behind her back, fighting the urge to yank on a piece of his stupid shiny hair. That would be foolish and she'd already managed to make the most spectacularly ridiculous entrance that was humanly possible.
When this annoyed for a reason that was probably frivolous, Kagome did the only thing she could do; she left.
Softly pointed demon ears listened intently as she stomped away and, when the sound of infuriated female footfalls had dissipated.
“Hiten? Hm...” Golden eyes flicked open to glare at the sky. “Perhaps a little dismembering is in order...”
“Is that wise, young one?” an amused voice intoned, leaves rustling in a sudden warm breeze.
“You would do well to keep your opinions to yourself, Bokensu,” Sesshoumaru bit out tersely.
The old tree chortled heartily. “If you did not wish for my counsel, you should not have come to my dell, young one.”
Sesshoumaru's lips pursed in consternation and one golden eye opened languidly. “Meditation was my purpose.”
“There are quieter places,” Bokensu interjected, ruffling his branches, “places where I am not.”
“Hn...” This time both of Sesshoumaru's eyes opened to half-mast. “Ulterior motives cannot be denied.”
“What ails you?” Bokensu asked, his voice soothing and lined with age.
“Secrets of Kagome,” Sesshoumaru muttered.
Bokensu chuckled. “It is a woman's prerogative to keep secrets Sesshoumaru.”
“It is deceptive.”
“Why not speak your mind. Your father is much the same in this aspect, you wish to know all of her, you wish to possess her as any Inu would, but your attitude is not helping matters.”
“Such counsel loses its worth when it is delivered by shrubbery,” Sesshoumaru scoffed, nose upturned at the insinuation that he was at fault.
“I would doff my cap to you, Sesshoumaru, if indeed I had one, as your arrogance and highhandedness is second to none.”
“Hn,” Sesshoumaru shut his eyes again, “It is merely confidence, nothing more. And I am confident enough to
know that this unknown male will be of little consequence.”
“Of course...” Bokensu tittered wryly, “yet, if you are truly unconcerned, why go through the trouble of dismembering him?”
“I am... thorough.”