InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Liar ❯ Reprimanding. ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Liar
By daiyumi

Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to lady Rumiko Takahashi.

Pairing: Sesshoumaru x Kouga, Inuyasha x Miroku (implied)

Summary: Sesshoumaru shows Kouga who is in charge and teaches him a lesson. Later on, Miroku and the others head toward Kaede’s village with an unconscious, injured wolf in their carec

Warning: Lemon, fluffy bondage (giggle), spanking, language.

Dai note: I just don’t see Sesshoumaru as being a sadist (cough)c more like a possessive, egotistical, incredibly beautiful and stubborn asshole 99% of the time. Did I forget to say narcissist? When I think of S&M, there’s only one person who really comes to mind: Naraku. Sooo, this chapter may have a little of what is considered S&M, but not too much really, and not beyond this chapter as I’m not really a fan of it. Okay, okay so maybe there will be some more sadistic action from Sesshoumaru in later chapters. By the way, I am totally new to this subject and know about this much about it zilch so be nice! I'm a work in progress.

Dai thanks: REVIEWERS and critics alike and my beta.





Chapter 2 Reprimanding

Sesshoumaru took his time sampling the area of delicate skin located beneath the ookami's jawbone, lingering in select places, leaving bright marks as evidence of what was transpiring. He slowly and gently passed his claws vertically along the ookami’s sides, reaching down with one hand and firmly grasping the writhing prince’s bottom.

Kouga relaxed wholly against the trunk of the tree, delighting in the caresses Sesshoumaru gave him, unaware of the crazed look inhabiting the inu’s eyes. Jerkily, he lurched forward with another moan when the dominating inu coarsely ground his hips against his own. He reached trembling arms behind the larger youkai’s back as his leg was elevated and encircled about the other’s waist. Those skillful lips abandoned his over sensitized neck and he made a small noise in the back of his throat, happy once again when they instead pushed against his own. The daiyoukai invaded the ookami’s orifice, distracting him while he seized the wolf’s limbs, deliberately pinning them above his head for later use. Kouga moved against his lover wanting to touch him again, finding that he couldn’t move his arms from the position they were in above his head. He made a slight tug, and broke the feverish kiss frowning, gazing upward. Looking back down at the inu slowly backing away, he furrowed his brows in confusion.

Sesshoumaru had cunningly entwined his mokomoko taut about Kouga’s wrists, allowing his feet to remain on the ground. The other end of the fluffy boa remained wrapped around a thick branch on the tree. Seemingly unsatisfied, Sesshoumaru leapt into the tree. Grabbing hold of the boa, he unraveled it and walked towards the center of the sturdy branch. Kouga tried resisting against being pulled under the middle of the tree branch, but Sesshoumaru pulled harder.

“Sesshoumaru, what in the hell are you doing?”

Choosing to simply not answer the questioning wolf, the daiyoukai began to lift the flailing wolf into the air by means of the attached boa. Kouga felt the ground beneath him disappear and looked down, discovering that he was being lifted into the air by the fur attached to his wrists, leaving his feet to dangle in the air.

Finding a suitable enough height, Sesshoumaru stopped and tied the fur securely to the spot, smiling in satisfaction. Kouga once more tried pulling his arms apart to attempt ripping the soft material, but it wouldn’t budge, nor would the branch.

“Grrrc Sesshoumaru!”

Kouga started at the outright suddenness of Sesshoumaru landing in front of him. The white haired demon wordlessly reached forward and grabbed at the wolf youkai’s chin, pushing their mouths together to contain him. Backing away, the powerful demon began circling his victim, watching him with a methodical gaze. His golden stare swept over the confused and irritated wolf, contemplating. Stopping, he leered uncontrollably.

Standing flush against the ookami’s backside, he reached an arm around the front of the anxious up body, casually undoing the ties that held the protective armor in place. His katana, used mainly for decoration, lay already forgotten off to the side. Sliding the top half off, Sesshoumaru lazily ran his fingers over the now bare stomach. He moved that same hand upwards until it found a semi-rigid nub, rotating it between his fingers. He played along the bound youkai’s earlobe, biting friskily, finally moving down to work on the agitated neck area.

Leaning Kouga’s body back to rest against his, he put that same red nub into his mouth, suckling it gently. Kouga gasped as he moved the other hand to knead his scrotal sac. Feeling Kouga’s arousal increase, he pulled away again out of bodily reach. Kouga growled in aggravation at the constant teasing, getting ready to give the white youkai a piece of his mind, the other beat him to it.

“Would you like me to continue?”

“What do you think? Just get on with it and quit fucking teasing!”

“Very well.”

Kouga felt the sudden sting of Sesshoumaru’s open handed slap against his rear cheek. Both the ookami and the monk jolted at the strident noise and the sensation that traveled along their spines. The towering youkai brought his hand down again, loudly smacking the tanned wolf’s round cheeks causing them to jiggle in agitation.

Sesshoumaru subsequently turned his body slightly, and gradually propelled his arm forward again and again in a continuous volley of strikes until Kouga at last pleaded for him to stop. Kouga shivered once more, as the lusty demon lowered down onto his haunches and ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh.

Miroku sat perched not too far away from them, eyes wide in fascination, his mouth slightly open. This had by far topped any of his previous sinful fantasies.

Sesshoumaru reached a hand out, running it over the ookami’s bottom softly. Stepping back, he let out a small surge of energy. Kouga felt the small rise of energy, but thought nothing of it.

Sesshoumaru lazily traced invisible patterns along Kouga’s back, caressing his rump with the whip-like object. Kouga felt his flesh prickle with sensation whenever Sesshoumaru would pass the object along his over-sensitized skin. Sesshoumaru held his energy whip in hand, flicking his wrist forward so that it just barely made contact with the ookami’s upper back. Kouga, not expecting the hit, jerked.

He hit him a second time with a little more force lower on his back, beginning to strike in a figure eight pattern over the broad area of skin. Kouga, with his demon blood, could tolerate the strikes that Sesshoumaru dealt out, and though it stung, it hurt in a good way as the pain that he originally felt began to dull away and the strikes became fairly pleasurable.
Sensing the ookami relax a bit, Sesshoumaru hit lower this time, sharper.

“Ah!”

Satisfaction flickered over his eyes briefly. Having only put just enough of his youki into the whip to generate it, it wouldn’t do Kouga any serious harm, only sting a great deal.

Glaring bright red shone an angry, long welt running lengthwise along Kouga’s right posterior cheek.

“Shit! You're still pissed aren't you!”

The previously indifferent youkai chuckled deeply, from behind the wolf, to himself briefly. Coming to stand at his front he removed the tawny headband and sliced through the piece of leather holding the ookami's hair in place, letting the inky hair fall past abused cheeks.

Kouga stared into the demon’s eyes, which were for the greater part red, encircling the deep blue iris in the middle. All of his markings were elongated and the moon on his forehead looked more intense in hue. Sesshoumaru noticed the speculation and smiled exposing his dangerously razor-sharp fangs.

“'Pissed'? Oh no, I'm not 'pissed' Kouga. What reasonwould I have to be, as you say 'pissed'?”

His ominous, caressing fingertips halted in their position, the talons starting to dig into the ookami's skin. Eyes staring at Kouga, but not really seeing, narrowed as he spoke in a trance seemingly to himself, gradually letting his youkai take over.

“This Sesshoumaru has no reason to worry, because you are mine. Kouga.”

“Wha-”

Kouga hissed when the fingers dug deeper and slashed across his cheek. Eyes now back in focus of his desired one, the inuyoukai licked the coppery essence from his hand. Inch by inch, his youkai overtook his form and he was merciless to stop it in its rage of jealousy. As the last bit of restraint on the beast slipped, the youki inhabiting the whip increased making it crackle as it sparked with a tremendous store of energy.

“I think I may have given you too much freedom but, you will soon learn your place ookami.”

Kouga tensed at the uncontrolled amount of anger contained in the livid demon's speech, regretting his decision of letting things get to where they did with the monk, immensely. 'How did I get myself into this? Oh yeah, that perverted monk. Fuck. I need to get me and that stupid monk out of here until this jealous bastard can calm his youkai.' He clawed at the fluffy object, but it proved to be near indestructible. He could feel the enjoyment coming off of youkai in large waves, when his attempt failed.

“Are you near done?”

The icy tone in the youkai's voice indicated he was annoyed, that is until he laughed. By now, Kouga was frantic at the random moods of the daiyoukai in front of himself. He had no idea when the other would attack, but it wasn't like he was waiting around to find out either. Using his body weight and the force of gravity, he pulled with strength against the branch and a newfound strand of hope surfaced when the branch made a tiny snap. He kept his body moving, hoping the branch would give way and snap.

Snarling, Sesshoumaru walked over to the tree placing his palm against the trunk sending a portion of his youki into the trunk. The tree thrived with the unlimited amount power from the unearthly being, growing in size and strength, sprouting new twigs. Removing his smooth limb from the enlarged tree, he delighted in seeing the ookami's panic.

Miroku admired the youkai's ability. Even though it may not have been for the right purpose, the youkai had in fact helped the tree. It stood alone amongst the others, not only in sheer size and girth, but in its richness as well. Who knew that the once average tree could bring forth such beautiful blossoms?

Even as enraged and wild as the inuyoukai appeared amid the exquisite backdrop, or as despairing and frantic the suspended ookami prince seemed, it all fit together. They portrayed the fanciful tale of cat and mouse, the pursuer playing with its catch before consuming it whole.

There was no way of escaping him now, and Kouga knew this. He told himself that he would go through this with his pride still intact if nothing else. He hoped he could at least salvage that.

“I can hear your heart racing. Tell me, are you frightened Kouga?”

Sesshoumaru's clawed hand moved to rest over the rapidly beating organ, feeling it jump a bit. Kouga's breath hitched, his blood running cold, the clawed hand making as if to puncture his chest. To his relief, the hand moved across to the right breast, settling on his slight ribs.

“Don't worry. I wouldn't want to kill my precious wolf now would I? Maybe just hurt him a little.”

The hand settling on Kouga's ribs thrust inward, puncturing them through, before pulling out again. Kouga screamed in pain, as the wound sizzled hotly. Sesshoumaru's acidic poison had been released into the wound, burning his insides and preventing his youkai body from repairing itself effectively. The taste of fresh, adrenaline fueled blood excited his youkai further, cleaning the red substance from his delicate digits.

“This is just the beginning wolf.”

He plunged his blood smeared tongue into Kouga's trembling mouth, letting the bound prince taste his own life essence, dominating his lax orifice. The wound smarted as the daiyoukai pressed against him without remorse.

“Se-Ah! Se- Sesshoumaru-”

“It is too late for begging wolf.”

“U-AH!”

The powerful whip cut across his back with more force than ever before, splitting the skin open where it made contact. The next one followed soon after, not giving him a pause in his suffering to recover, leaving another stinging narrow mark. After several more penetrating bites, he soon lost count, the adamant daiyoukai placed random hits on his straining body. His agonizing screams, before long, lapsed into one another, altogether changing into sharp, high-pitched canine yelps singing the song of his suffering.

Gripping his rosary beads tighter in his hand, Miroku, even in his sincere devastation, could do nothing. Using his wind tunnel, was useless if he managed to pull Kouga in too, not mentioning Sesshoumaru killing him for even attempting to unravel the beads. He had one more option, his ofuda. Cautiously, he reached into his robe, but the small movement caught the daiyoukai's keen sense of hearing and sight, his pointed ear twitching.

“Do not attempt to move if you value your life monk.”

“Miro-ku.”

“Even Kouga here is trying to warn you of your stupidity. I would kill you before you even drew your last breath monk.”

At first, this play between Sesshoumaru and Kouga had been arousing, even somewhat entertaining. But, now however, he feltc afraid. He had watched and endured as the powerful daiyoukai placed lash after horrible lash on the wolf’s welt ridden back. He wasn’t sure if the whimpers were coming from the semi-conscious wolf or from his own throat.

Kouga’s yelp turned into a loud cry as Sesshoumaru lashed him roughly one last time, the energy whip wet with his own blood. Miroku gasped when he could unfortunately see the damage of what the contradictory youkai had imposed. Lacerations of different depths and lengths covered Kouga's exposed body, appearing more often than not on his torso, posterior, and legs. Glimpses of his bone shown through the mess of blood splayed on his torso, as the acid constantly ate away at the wound.

Sesshoumaru turned at the sound and exposed his sharp canines at the expression on the monk’s face. It widened further, smoothing down into a grin when he saw the blood that had splattered onto the monk’s creamy cheek.

“Something wrong, monk?”

Miroku dared not move an inch, in any chance Sesshoumaru decided to turn his demented attentions on him. Pained whimpering drew the youkai’s wandering attention back to his wolf. He sympathetically licked Kouga’s cheek where he'd placed four deep gashes with his claws, closing the wound.

The daiyoukai disrobed, throwing his clothing into an untidy pile, freeing his long kept disclosed erection. Kouga let out a hiss when the youkai roughly gripped his lacerated thighs, wrapping them about his waist. Sesshoumaru wet his fingers generously using his slick saliva, the blood on them dried and sticky, maneuvering them around until he found the entrance he was looking for, plunging in his two fingers. Kouga's head lay on his untouched, clean shoulder uncomfortably. Breathing raggedly, he groaned when the daiyoukai added more fingers, working quickly, stretching him. They were removed all too soon. The daiyoukai positioned himself and made one penetrating thrust. Kouga’s head snapped back at the suddenness. He moved slowly at first, going in deeper with each thrust, his tempo building gradually.

Miroku once again, against his will, sprung to life watching Kouga being literally bounced on Sesshoumaru's lap.

Sesshoumaru pulled his hips down to meet his, Kouga's hair flailing without a care in its unbound state. The daiyoukai thrust upward hard, going deeper within Kouga; the ookami moaned. Keeping a tight grip on one hip, he reached one of the few places the whip did not graze and began to stroke it with intensity. Kouga clawed at the tie that held him, with being handled so roughly, nearly wailing.

“Oh-”

His vocals stopped, Sesshoumaru finding and pounding into that beloved spot, again and again. The daiyoukai took hold of his long flowing hair in one hand, pulling, arching his back further, his hands straining in the boa. His eyes closed shut tight, as the pleasure built. Sesshoumaru was now hitting it with dead accuracy.

“Cum for me Kouga.”

Bracing his feet into the soft earth, Sesshoumaru drove into him at an inhuman speed, his hand moving over the smooth rod, milking the exhausted prince. Kouga's mouth formed an 'O', his eyes splitting open, screaming his pleasure. His cream colored essence erupted, painting their stomachs before he passed out on the still moving demon.

Miroku grunted and felt the abrupt wetness in his priestly robes. He sat there for a while, as he was unable to move.

Sesshoumaru sank his elongated fangs into the limp form of Kouga, releasing himself inside the limp body not too soon after. Catching his breath for a few minutes, the beast dominating Sesshoumaru's form slowly receded, his eyes returning back to their normal golden hue. Pulling out of the unconscious youkai carefully, he surveyed the extent of the damage.

Looking over Kouga's abused person, he blanched. He had not meant for things to get like this, to hurt Kouga in the way that he did. His inner youkai had been furious when it saw Kouga with the monk, and it took it upon itself to decide to mark Kouga as his mate. Before the daiyoukai could review further, the wind shifted and he could smell his brother’s scent not too far off. Not wanting to deal with him at the moment, he unraveled his boa, and setting the wolf prince on the ground he transformed into a ball of energy leaving the area.

-Back At The Camp-

Kagome looked up from her seat on the ground next to Sango and Kirara, into the tree Inuyasha lay perched so languidly on.

“Inuyasha, I think we should start looking for Miroku. He’s still not back yet.”

“Ah, he can take care of himself just fine.”

The hanyou readjusted himself on the large limb into a more comfortable position.

“Inuyasha!”

Sango put a hand on her friend’s shoulder interjecting.

“Inuyasha, if you would please just stop being difficult for once. It’s nearing nighttime and the woods aren't a safe place for humans to wander alone, let alone a perverted houshi.”

“Sango's right Inuyasha. He’s been gone for a while now. We need to go and search for him.”

“Who’s we?”

Kagome groaned in annoyance, looking downward in surprise when she heard a snore coming from the fox kit. She sweat dropped nervously.

“Um... actually I think you‘re going to have to go by yourself Inuyasha.”

“What! Why do I have to do it!”

“Eh, because Shippo’s asleep and I need someone else here for protection. Also, seeing as you're half-demon, only you will be able to see inside the forest.”

“Grr! Stupid weak humansc Why do I always have to be the onec?”

Inuyasha trailed through the dark forest in search of Miroku. Walking for quite some time, he voiced a 'Finally!' when he, finallycaught scent of the monk. Sniffing again, he caught smell of something else. Blood. In dread, he jumped into the nearest tree, leaping from one to the next in haste. Around a few mere yards away, he caught sight of Miroku staggering, holding onto a large bundle covered in his priestly robes. Leaping down from the tree, he heard the monk’s heartbeat skip a little at the sudden appearance.

“Inuyasha!”

“The girls sent me looking for your sorry tail! Is that-”

Now that he was closer to the monk, the blood didn’t smell human at all. In his rush to get there, he didn’t take the time to decipher whether or not the scent was human. The moment blood and Miroku flashed across his senses, he just ran. The blood filling his nostrils smelled undeniably canine, and without a doubt demon.

Inhaling again, he froze. The large bundle contained in Miroku's arms, was an ookami, and not just any. 'That's Kouga’s scent. No other youkai could emit such an awful smell. No wonder the monk had been struggling, with all of the youkai’s weight.' Peeling the monk’s robe open, he was taken aback; he hadn't been prepared for what he saw. Blood was everywhere, in some areas he looked near purple, and there were deep long cuts all over his body. Finally getting the gall to speak, he questioned Miroku.

“Miroku... what happened?”

“Long story. No time to explain. We need to get him to Kaede’s.”

“Right. Give him to me, and you get on my back. I can get us there faster.”

Miroku climbed onto Inuyasha’s back, while Inuyasha held Kouga on his front. He ran and leapt as fast as his legs could carry them back to camp.

Inuyasha arrived at the camp within minutes, bounding in in his urgency. The girls, over their short scare, looked at him questioningly, and at the bundle wrapped in his arms as he ran past them without stopping. He turned back to yell for them.

“Sango! We need to get back to Kaede’s!”

Sango nodded in affirmation, quickly following Inuyasha’s instruction.

“Kirara!”

The fire cat youkai transformed into her larger form, lowering her body and mewling for the others.

There was no time to switch Kouga onto Kirara, so Inuyasha just kept on running with Miroku still heavy on his back. Miroku held unto Inuyasha’s neck as he leapt from place to place, bouncing on the hanyou’s back. His bottom bumped against Inuyasha’s firm behind, and he gripped tighter as it reminded him of something. He wiggled a little against the back of him, settling himself a little more comfortably.

Inuyasha sniffed for the second time in a row. He confirmed his assumptions when a vast amount of arousal permeated the air, and something solid dug into the lower part of his back, right where Miroku’s legs joined together.

“Oi! What the hell Miroku? I have an unconscious wolf in my arms and that’s all you can think about?”

Miroku rubbed the back of his head with one hand, laughing in embarrassment, quickly grabbing hold of Inuyasha once again, almost falling off.

-At Kaede’s-

After carefully inspecting Kouga, Kaede sent out for some special herbs. Normally, a youkai would heal in no time with scratches and bruises like Kouga had. Even though the poison slowed down his recovery time, his body was taking too long in healing itself. The old woman figured it had to be something that was underlying all of this. That’s why she requested for the girls to go and retrieve a special order of herbs from the umahanyou, Jinenji.

Informing the two males in the room, one upset about something he wouldn't mention and the other holding a cold cloth to the lump on his head, about other chores she needed to finish, she left them alone.

“Inuyash-”

“Quiet monk, or do you want a matching knot on the other side of your head?”

Miroku grimaced, falling silent, not wanting to get pummeled again by the hanyou. It wasn’t his fault the ride to Kaede’s had felt so nice, nor was it his fault his body reacted the way it did. 'I would be flattered if someone noticed a very nice ass-et on my body... Hmm.'His mouth began to water as he gazed.

Inuyasha tensed as the same smell attacked his nose. Turning around, Miroku looked up guiltily, his hands in the air feigning innocence. He growled and was about to pummel the hentai again, but Kouga's groan stopped him.

Sighing, he exited the hut filled with Miroku's... scent to get some air.

'Pervert.'

Thinking back on the wolf, he for once, felt bad for him. He and Kouga were rivals, yes. They even shared a somewhat weird sort of friendship. Although, the wolf could get annoying. Still, not even the overly cocky wolf deserved this.

He remembered something else that had startled him. Not the smell of Sesshoumaru’s poison; he couldn't forget that smell, having been close to it too many times to count. It was the fact that Kouga had a fresh mating mark on his neck, not even fully healed. Though, he couldn't decipher who'd placed the mark there, as all of the other scents, excluding Sesshoumaru's poison, remained anonymous. Almost as if the person who'd mated him, didn't want their identity known.

Miroku sighed in irritation for the umpteenth time as the other figure continued to ignore him.

“Kouga, you could at least acknowledge my presence.”

Finally, turning to face the persistent monk, he responded. “You didn’t have to bring me here.”

“You were unconscious and had lost a lot of blood. What else was I supposed to do?”

“Humph. I’m an alpha wolf prince, I can take care of myself monk.”

“Tha-”

Just then, Inuyasha walked into the small hut, arms tucked neatly into his fire rat robe. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he was actually worried for the wolf. Although, he blamed it on having to suffer dealing with Kagome crying over the wolf’s death.

“How’s he doin’? Ah, the fleabag’s upc”

Kouga squinted his eyes in annoyance, seeing his rival hovering less than a foot over his form.

“Same to you dog face.”

“Ch. What happened between you and Sesshoumaru that I don’t already know and smell? And how come there's no identifiable scent coming from that mark on your neck?”

“Even if I knew, it’s none of your damn business mutt.”

He yelped loudly when his side made itself known again, the white gauze wrapped around his side turning red with blood.

Luckily, the others were back with the supplies, including Kagome who'd made a quick trip back to her time to get a medical kit. The curious fox kit looked at Kouga in amazement.

“Kagome, Kouga looks like one of those mo-mmy things from your time, only uglier.”

He snickered at the weakened wolf, crawling onto Kagome's shoulder for protection. She excused the little fox, going over to Kaede.

“This is all I could get for now Kaede, sorry. I'll have to bring Inuyasha along to carry more things next time.”

“Ay child, that's alright. You were generous enough to bring what you could. Did you get the medicine I told you to bring?”

“Yeah. All the things you said, plus some extra.”

“Thank you dear.”

Inuyasha chose this most inopportune moment to interrupt.

“Listen you stupid ass! I'm trying to help you! Just what in the hell happened?”

“Inuyasha. If he doesn't want to talk right now, just leave him alone.”

“Feh. Whatever.”

Kagome flushed with anger, then embarrassment when Inuyasha was forced by Kaede again to hold Kouga in a standing position against him, and the bandages covering nearly his entire body were removed. Kouga tried not to, but couldn't help panting against the hanyou's shoulder. 'Dammit, why am I so weak? I can't even stand up on my own.'

“Uh... I'll be going now... Come on Sango, Shippo, Kirara.”

Kaede lit up inside watching them leave the hut. 'Ah. Poor nave children.'

“This is stupid.”

“You think I'm enjoying this fleabag?”

“Well, somebody is.”

They both turned towards Miroku, who sat quietly, watching them. He sweat dropped, putting his priestly hands in the air, in an innocent gesture.

“What Inuyasha? I'm thinking pure, holy thoughts. I promise.”

“Holy thoughts my ass! C'mere monk!”

Kouga yelped in pain. Inuyasha, having not paid attention, unintentionally squeezed his sides. Kouga grunted through his teeth in agony.

“Yipe! You stupid half-breed!”

“Who you callin' half-breed asshole!”

Kaede sighed, happy that when this was over she would get to lay down and have a nice long nap.

“Ay. I know this may taste bad, but it will help you get better faster.”

Finishing, Kaede handed Inuyasha a concoction of herbs giving him the instruction to aid Kouga in drinking them. Inuyasha slowly lowered them until they were in a sitting position, Kouga’s chest to his back. His skin felt hot to the touch, damp with sweat. Kaede put a cool, moist towel on his forehead before leaving.

Inuyasha brought the foul smelling liquid to his nose, scrunching up in disgust. Kouga, with his full youkai nose could smell the concoction from his spot, grimaced. He tried turning his head away from the foul smell, and failed in his weakened state. Inuyasha grasped his chin in one hand, propped open his mouth and, leaned back.

The stubborn youkai clenched his mouth shut in a last effort, preventing the liquid from entering.

“Miroku, come over here and help me.”

Miroku sauntered over taking a hold of the cup while Inuyasha tried to pry open the wolf's mouth.

“Hurry up and just poor it in the bastard’s mouth!”

“I'm not going to make him choke!”

Miroku, instead, tried talking nicely to the youkai.

“C'mon Kouga, it can't be that bad...”

“Miroku hurry the he- Ow! You son of a-” Gulp. Cough. Cough.

Inuyasha fell to the floor with a hard thud, his eyes spinning. The youkai in his arms fell with him, passing out with having used what little energy he had left. Miroku sighed and went to the task of placing everyone in their respective place, his hand often wandering.


-End Chapter-


Chapter Three Summary: Healingc
Kouga is taken care of by the group while he recuperates. Sesshoumaru contemplatesc and apologizes to Kouga. Or more like sulks over what happened, denying the fact that he was at fault, and blames Kouga.


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