InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inuyasha gone in heat ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Inuyasha gone in heat, chapter 2

by KuroNoHime

 

And why is the title so crappy? Well, some of you might have noticed a certain theme with the names of my Inuyasha fanfics. I don't feel like breaking the idea, even though, yes, this title could be something more enticing like “Desires of the Blood”.

 

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Disclaimer: I own Inuyasha not.

 

All characters © Rumiko Takahashi

 

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Glossary:

 

Goshinboku - Sacred tree

Hanyoo - Finnish translitering of the word “hanyou”, meaning half demon

Shikon - Sacred jewel

Seifuku - (School) uniform

Kami - God

Miko - Priestess

Haori - Traditional kimono jacket

Sengoku Jidai - Era of ancient Japan, known for its many wars

 

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Previously:

 

`Fine.'

 

She turned her back at him and jumped down the well. For a glimpse of an eye the black mass of wildly waving hair looked like a dark curtain of velvet before disappearing to the abyss. Then the last breath of wind died and she was gone.

 

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Two days later…

 

Since she left, Inuyasha had stopped sleeping entirely. Actually he had ceased doing anything all together. Most of his time he either spent slouching from the branches of Goshinboku or sneaking off to the well at nights when he thought nobody was looking. There he'd sit on the ledge of the well and sigh longingly while sniffling the air. Even Shippo was unable to cause a reaction in Inuyasha no matter how much he bugged him, and that was truly alarming.

 

Miroku and Sango had tried to find out the reason of Kagome's and Inuyasha's most recent fight which seemed to be the explanation for the hanyoo's peculiar behaviour. However, at every attempt Inuyasha had brushed them off when they approached the issue. Either simply ignoring them or grumbling that he had better things to do than to dwell on stupid human girls. Which, of course, couldn't have been further from the truth.

 

It went without saying that the only way to salvage Inuyasha from his mental inferno was to get him work things out with the cause of his distress - Kagome. But his stubborn nature hampered most common ways of reconciliation. Gladly, Sango was a woman of resourcefulness and knew just what kind of carrot would lure the depressed hanyoo out of his pit hole.

 

“Inuyasha?”

 

Sango found the dog demon exactly where she had hoped. Sitting beside the old magic well, looking miserable as usual. As getting closer to him, she coughed her throat clear to indicate her presence. Well, demons did have super sensitive senses to spot company from miles away, but with Inuyasha's current shape, one never knew if he was even noticing his surroundings anymore.

 

His ears twitched and Sango new that he was paying attention. She put on a serious face and began telling him about an alleged rumor about a powerful demon who circled in the northern areas and supposedly possessed several Shikon shards. Naturally every word of it was complete rubbish, made up by her along with the helpful assistance of Miroku and Shippo, but it was guarantee to work. Sango smirked smugly - every time.

 

After stating her business, she stretched her arms and headed back to the village. Better not try to push him too much, because when Inuyasha noticed that someone was trying to manipulate him into doing something, he, out of principle, refused to do it. It was best to just leave him on his own to ponder over his possibilities.

 

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Ah, the anguish. His emotions were tearing him apart, piece by piece, a fraction of his sanity at a time. A part of him wanted nothing more than to just see her. Make her forgive and smile to him again. The other part knew that it wouldn't be enough, and when it wasn't enough, he'd be unable to resist and would do something horrible. Something so profoundly wrong that he'd never forgive himself. Any man who stooped that low, in his opinion, was not worthy of being called a man. Only savage animals, beasts, could do such things to women. Especially to the ones they loved.

 

Clawed hands clutched to the edges of the wooden well. He might have been a demon, but not a beast. And if anyone was to lay their finger on Kagome, he'd… An image of Kouga in a pool of blood flashed in his mind. Their fate would certainly be much grimmer.

 

But he wasn't a crude savage who robbed poor villagers, taking their women by force and killing everyone else. Nor was he a wimpy wolf slobbering all over women who obviously were not interested in him. Deciding that his strength of mind was greater than his bodily cravings, he set up his mind. He would go and say what he had to say and leave. No matter how tempting she was, he wasn't that pathetic to let the cravings get the better of him. With that firm resolution, he too vanished into the dark twirl of time that had the magical ability to carry its travellers through centuries.

 

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Cautiously, the hanyoo climbed into her bedroom from the open window only to discover that the room was empty. Suddenly it felt like a small eternity since he had last stood in that room. Her sweet scent cohered heavily with the air, invading his sensitive sense of smell. All things in the room reminded him of her. Her seifuku that neatly hung on a hanger on the door of her closet, pink flower patterned blanket, and that stupid alarm clock on her nightstand next to her bed. A longing smile crept to his face without his awareness. An eternity, indeed. He backed against the wall by the window to lean against it with both of his arms. For a moment he had forgotten about the raging fire eating him inside out, but now it seemed to have returned tenfold. He groaned silently and hung his head down trying desperately to bear the ache.

 

So lost in his mind that he didn't even register how Kagome had entered the room clad only in a magenta towel which clung wetly to her curves. A soft voice behind his back brought him back to earth and he turned around. His eyes widened when he saw her - in her current state of dress standing on the opposite side of the small room. His eyes greedily drank every sight of her voluptuous body, finally being able to see something he had denied himself the privilege of for an agonizingly long time. For a moment the air stood still.

 

Kagome hadn't, by all means, forgotten the fight they had had or the hurtful things said, but Inuyasha's exhausted form made her swallow down the acid words that wanted to launch themselves at the hanyoo. She had seen him in bad condition before, but now, rather than suffering from external wounds, he seemed to be agonizing over something more profound. Obviously he had lost some weight, and kami only knew when was the last time he had bathed. But despite his shabby looks, his eyes held such sternness and seriousness which left her in an awe of his transformation. For the first time, it truly felt that the man in front of her was, indeed, a man, not just a stubborn and moody teenager. She shivered. From the light breeze blowing from the open window, she wanted to convince herself.

 

“I-Inuyasha? Why did you come here? Has something happened?”

 

The eyes that had been devouring her body, bounced back to look straight back at her. It felt odd, to have him look at her with that kind of incredible intensity after so long of not being able to make the slightest contact. All of a sudden she felt very conscious about her lack of clothing. Blushing timidly, she averted her eyes to the floor and gripped tightly the edges of the towel which barely covered her intimate places. Nervously brushing some of the curled, wet hair behind her ear she hoped to have put on her bathrobe when a loud crash startled her.

 

Inuyasha had felt his vision blur briefly before falling against Kagome's writing desk. His knees simply gave out and like watching a slow motion film; his upper body approached the desk until finally colliding with it. Unable to react, he just slumped to the floor after the hit. Then came the darkness.

 

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Besides the throbbing pain in his chest and in the back of his head, the next thing his groggy mind registered was a pair of cool hand on his cheeks and forehead tapping him lightly. He heard a soft murmur that called out a word he knew he recognized, but couldn't remember. Slowly his eyelids began to flicker and lights and colours started to stream back to his mind. Hazily he began to shape different things around him. Like a pair of pale breasts that hung in front of his face.

 

Kagome was bending over Inuyasha, tapping his cheeks softly and calling out his name. She was sitting on her knees next to his body which lay on the floor like a heavy sack of potatoes. In her anxiety, she had failed to notice how the towel had loosened and slid lower, exposing a provoking amount of her chest to the man who was lying below her. With the sight, the burning finally grew intolerable, especially when the ease was just a little reach away.

 

In one smooth flash, the hanyoo had revived and ripped the towel from around her. He violently pushed her naked form down to the bed next to them. Kagome didn't have the time to even “eep” before her words were hushed by a flood of fiery kisses from the remarkably aroused man on top of her. Touching her felt something as natural as breathing, and just as crucial. Her kisses were like reviving water on the lips of a man who was dying out of thirst.

 

Inuyasha's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he let out an unconscious moan when his hardness found its way between her legs. Until then, the miko had been completely frozen, but the demanding pokes in her lower regions snapped her back to reality. She began pushing against his hard chest and wiggling under him in attempt to get him off. But it was like trying to push a mountain off of her, and if anything, her movements just created friction to excite him further. “God, I want to fuck you so badly.” He groaned into her ear while softly nibbling it with his sharp fangs.

 

Kagome couldn't help the hot flush going through her or the sense of womanly pride upon hearing his throaty statement. She was appealing, desirable and enticing to him. She. How many times had she dreamed of this kind of situation while timidly touching her virgin body at night? But yet, the significance of the reality at hand was too much, too soon. She wasn't ready. Firstly they needed to sort out a lot of things. Most importantly, she needed to know his true feelings. Did this mean that he...? Had he chosen her? Secondly, she wasn't on the pill. And she seriously doubted that Inuyasha pranced around with a condom in his back pocket.

 

“No, Inuyasha, we can't... Not like this.” Kagome pleaded him, but Inuyasha couldn't hear the words from her lips - only the words of her body, which currently entwined itself with his, reached his mind. At last, in the span of time he had lost track of, he was free of his curse. The fires that gnawed his every member were quenched. He knew what it meant, but for now, he wasn't ready to think about the consequences.

 

Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips pulling him in more tightly to her soft embrace. Encouraged by the girl's unconscious respond, Inuyasha pressed his pelvis close to hers while they both rocked rhythmically forth and back mimicking the act of love. Her hands rested on the sides of his torso and clawed the textile of his crimson haori seemingly eager to remove the unnecessary clothing. “You say you can't, but your body tells a whole different story.” Inuyasha growled and pushed his hardness ruthlessly forward making Kagome moan out loudly.

 

No. No. No. She wasn't this easily going to overlook his previous behaviour. But then again, the hands that keenly massaged her breasts felt delicious. And every pinch on the sensitive nipples went straight to her clitoris. He was rough in his caress, but also incredibly ardent and… loving. He kept whispering sweet nothings to her while suckling her skin, not perhaps entirely aware of his own confessions. She gave in and kissed him returning his passion with every bit of overwhelming ardour.

 

They rolled on the bed, intertwining with each other, in a pool of liquid black and silver.

 

`Heaven, what are you doing to me…'

 

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A knock was heard and a soft voice spoke tenderly through the door. “Kagome, dear, are you alright? Open the door, please; I heard some noises from upstairs.” She paused. Usually all the havoc in their house was caused by a certain half demon who possessed a poorly short temper. “Is Inuyasha there with you?”

 

She heard heated mumble from inside the room before her daughter yelled back: “No, mom. Everything's fine.” Well, mrs. Higurashi had also once been young, so she gathered that her daughter was probably doing something with the hanyoo that she didn't want to get caught doing. At least not by her mother. Most likely Kagome was just now hushing Inuyasha to be quiet and to climb out of the window of her room. Then she maybe kissed her boyfriend goodbye and whispered to his ear how she'd sneak out to meet him again later that day. In her mind, mrs. Higurashi smiled affectionately.

 

Then the door to Kagome's room opened and her very flushed daughter, in a hastily wrapped towel, greeted her with a nervous smile. Sure enough, the window was left open and her bed looked like it had been wrestled on judging by the tangled bedspread. “Dear, you are all red, are you coming down with a fever?” She teased.

Kagome shook her head and muttered that she must have been in the shower for too long. “Fine then. Just came to tell you that dinner's ready. Dress up and come downstairs.”

 

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At Sengoku Jidai, a very sharp-eyed spectator might have seen from the direction of the well a flash of silver and crimson running for the bushes to relieve some build-up tension…

 

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AN: Graah! I tried to make it angsty.. *failed* The comedienne in me just won't budge. *cries*

 

 

Soundtrack for the chapter (in other words: what I listened while writing)

 

Sarah McLachlan & Delirium - Silence

Sarah McLachlan - Posession

Sarah McLachlan - I Will Remember You

Sarah McLachlan - Angel

Sarah Brightman - Deliver Me

Heather Small - Proud

Goo Goo Dolls - Iris

 

If you know some pop ballads or melodic new age music of the same sort, I'll happily take recommendations!

 

I do find music very inspiring, but actually I'm not usually able to focus writing if there's any kind of sounds disturbing my peace. I know some artists like to write/draw/read while listening to music, but I can't. I can't properly concentrate on more than one thing at a time. If I'm doing something that doesn't require absolute focus, like eating (= I'm a super sloppy eater), I can do two or three things at a time. Like eat and watch a movie. I'm such a man…

 

Ok, about the third chapter. It will be the concluding part and I have no idea when it will come out as I haven't started writing it yet. I have the basic plot outline ready, but other than that, nothing. And since it will be the climax (in more than one intent), I also want to spice things up a little, but trying not to disturb the balance between it and the previous chapters. I don't know if I should bring down the tone of the story to a notch darker shade or lighten things up. Comedy comes more naturally from me, but on the other hand… I love to sexually torment men (on and off the page).

 

Haha, who can guess from which TV series that condom line was partially stolen from? Used to be my favourite series. I also borrowed “kisses like reviving water” from “War of the twins” authored by Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman. However, I don't know how the original text exactly goes. The one I used is adapted English translation of the Finnish translation. The best line ever, but sadly it didn't result in steamy naughtiness. I love Raistlin, but how much of a wuss man has to be to turn down a woman who's practically begging it on her knees. *puffs*

 

And lastly, I appreciate greatly every feedback I get. I live off of those. BUT, when you actually do give me some critique, it would be incredibly helpful if instead of just saying “you'r grammar sux n u spel things funnayh” you be SPECIFIC and give me examples. That way I can edit the mistakes and not spend sleepless nights crying over things I can't spot myself. Thanks, I LOOOOOOOOOOVE ya'll!