InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love From the Ashes ❯ Water Colors ( Chapter 21 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: NoodleSub 
Where in the world did I get that title from . . . oh! *sheepish*
Father figures, and the upsides of being set up and the boss' favorite girl.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.26.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 453 | Status: Completed
Where in the world did I get that title from . . . oh! *sheepish*
Father figures, and the upsides of being set up and the boss' favorite girl.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.26.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 453 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: All Inuyasha characters belong not to me, but to Rumiko Takahashi and related companies. No money is being made off of this fic. Yuji is belonging to me.
(A/N): 21! Drinking age . . . teen drinking is very bad!<(9_6<) messes up your brain. Stay in school! Eat your vegitables! Don't do drugs! Bigger boobs don't make you a better person! *nods*
--Ah, it warms my heart every time I see a new review, I love you guys in a way I've never loved strangers before! [except ones with candy]
--Roughing it was . . . surprisingly fun, I must say the hiking was the best. One of my friends fall on her face when she tripped on the trail, ow, I couldn't catch her in time. Thankfully it was just a few scrapes and she laughed it off. Latrines are evil[!] also, that is all.
Warning: Suggestive situation, m/m sexual situation; you've been warned(not much here)
"Father" Kouga kneels before the great brown wolf youkai.
"My son" the wolf's mouth does not move but the word are heard by the prince. Kouga raises his head looking up into electric yellow eyes. 'Another wife' the prince takes note of the three women flanking the wolf's sides, all wolf youkai in humanoid forms not unlike his own.
"I have failed you father, my best was not enough" Kouga bows his head once again "forgive me, my shortcomings have brought us many losses"
"my son, I exspect great things of you" The large wolf seems to burst into a cloud of fur before the mass implodes in the manner of a star, settling on the back of a regal looking but heavily youkai, in the form of a cape. The youkai steps down off of the obscenly large floor pillow his other form had been seated on and onto the tatami* floor. A large hand tucks under Kouga's chin lifting his gaze "however I do not exspect more than is reasonable" Kouga holds his fathers gaze
"Is it so unreasonable for me to lead a pack and avenge my comrads without causing the massacur of every youkai under my rule?"
"No" eyes, now a steely blue soften "but I would say it is to assume you can defeat such a foe as Naraku alone" Kouga once again casts his eyes down-- that he knew, but his stubborn pride always . . . his sensei had always warned him pride came before fall, he'd ignored them, but they were right
"you're right, of course father" of course it was also his fault his comrads were dead-- he was their leader. How could he ask for help to fix something he himself damaged? He was not a child.
Tetsuo releases his son "stand Kouga" the order is followed "follow me, I would like you to see something"
=-=-=-=
'This is suspicious' Inuyasha steps into the bedroom looking around. The room was a comfortable size, but bordered on too large. The colors remenisant of water, the main focus of the room being the large raised futon directly across from the door. It was framed by flowing wall curtains in varying blues. He wanders towards the bed touching the plush bedding, his eyes scaning again. He spots a small jar on the nightstand, he picks it up sniffing lightly before putting it back down. It was some sort of oil, and smelled like fruit, it lost his interest quickly enough. Oils were used for many things and he didn't care to try and figure out what that particular jar was for. Wandering again-- this time towards the dark wood dressing table at the right, his hand trails boredly across random surfaces. He was still unsure why he was here. After a decidedly short training session Sesshoumaru had told him to bathe and come to this room, that was all. He hadn't answered any questions he'd asked.
"Inuyasha . . .!" The hanyou twists around in surprise. His body relaxes at the sight of his mate, looking as confused as he probably was upon entering the room. A grin suddenly graces his lips, he'd given his brother far roo little credit, Sesshoumaru had set them up.
"Miroku" He approaches the other male, pulling him into his arms
"Inuyasha!" the monks face goes red, his eyes shifting left to right "isn't your brother coming soon?" Miroku had no problem being affectionate with his mate with their pack . . . but with Sesshoumaru, it was totally different story, the youkai always looked much too pleased with himself when the two were openly affectionate. He pushes away those thoughts, focusing again on the silver haired 'man'.
"He's not coming" Inuyasha grazes sharp fangs over his mating mark, resisting the urge to make it fresh again-- flickering his tongue out over it instead.
"w--what do you mean? he told me--" a shudder races down the monk's spine 'why am I protesting, let him find us here, it's been too long . . . such a small touch, my body is responding so strongly'
"he set us up . . .he could tell-- we needed time, together" reaching behind his mate Inuyasha slides closed the door "we'll worry about him later" Miroku's eyes quickly scan the room taking in the large futon, and small jar on the bedside table 'oh'
"alright--ah" another shudder, and Miroku's hands slide up over red firerat cloth to wrap around his mate's neck. Inuyasha continues to nip and lick at the exposed skin of the monk's neck, clawed fingers tugging offending fabric out of his mouth's path as his makes his way downward. Miroku gasps at a particularly hard nip at his collarbone, his hips shift forward, the evidence of his arousal pressing against his mate's thigh
"need you-- now" blunt nails, nimble fingers comb through the hanyou's thick locks insistently, a small tug for effect. Inuyasha's eyes flicker upward to the flushed face of his mate, as his mouth latches on to a dusky nipple. He marvels at the response he gets, blowing a breath of cool air over wet flesh causing another quake in the monk's body.
"Inuyasha! Please, bed now" his voice is breathy, he pants slowly. The hanyou complies, bending down to scoop his mate up, arms hooked under his knees, and depositing him onto the bed carefully.
=-=-=-=
"She did it again, I can't believe it!" Yuji slows his pace, his goal-- the baths, forgotten for a moment at the sight of some of Sesshoumaru's warriors spilling from a door way with sign reading 'Dojo 3' hanging beside it
"Why not? Aki's a cocky idiot, he's only a diversion level warrior" who was this 'she'?
"diversion level?" this guy 'Aki' obviously had no respect from his peers
there's a short laugh "as in, if in a tightspot: throw him at the attacker as a diversion!" the two belonging to the voices laugh
"she knocked him flat!"
"ha! Aki, better be careful you might get hurt!" a jeer comes from within.
"yeh! that's Inuyasha-sama's favorite girl!"
"Sango-san . . ." He quickly pushes through peering around the shoulders of a rather wide boar youkai. He watches as the demon is again knocked to the floor by the taijiya. She requests a new partner, a better challenge. His mouth twitches up into a small smile, she looked so utterly . . . everything he ever wanted, like that. She had no doubts about her strength and abilities, her power.
'no porcelain doll indeed, Sango-san you are . . . amazing' an almost overwhelming feeling settles within his stomach, his eyes widen a bit as he recognizes the strong want and need to submit to her. He lets out a shakey breath, pushes his way back out of the room, heading quickly to his previous destination to think.
(A/N): I hate the word, and I can't believe I wrote 'dusky nipple' *covers face* my fingers feel . . . weird.
-- no excuses for lateness this week . . . I forgot.
(*meanings)
Tatami (mat) - Tatami mat is the traditional straw matting that is used on the floor in Japanese homes. Tatami evolved over a long period, first beginning as a thin easily folded straw mat on which people sat or slept. Later, more layers of tightly woven rice straw were added to the core to increase comfort. The core was then covered with woven rushes and the edges hemmed with cloth.(http://www.japaneselifestyle.com.>)
tbc . . .
IreviewLOVEreviewYOUr eviewALL!
(A/N): 21! Drinking age . . . teen drinking is very bad!<(9_6<) messes up your brain. Stay in school! Eat your vegitables! Don't do drugs! Bigger boobs don't make you a better person! *nods*
--Ah, it warms my heart every time I see a new review, I love you guys in a way I've never loved strangers before! [except ones with candy]
--Roughing it was . . . surprisingly fun, I must say the hiking was the best. One of my friends fall on her face when she tripped on the trail, ow, I couldn't catch her in time. Thankfully it was just a few scrapes and she laughed it off. Latrines are evil[!] also, that is all.
Warning: Suggestive situation, m/m sexual situation; you've been warned(not much here)
"Father" Kouga kneels before the great brown wolf youkai.
"My son" the wolf's mouth does not move but the word are heard by the prince. Kouga raises his head looking up into electric yellow eyes. 'Another wife' the prince takes note of the three women flanking the wolf's sides, all wolf youkai in humanoid forms not unlike his own.
"I have failed you father, my best was not enough" Kouga bows his head once again "forgive me, my shortcomings have brought us many losses"
"my son, I exspect great things of you" The large wolf seems to burst into a cloud of fur before the mass implodes in the manner of a star, settling on the back of a regal looking but heavily youkai, in the form of a cape. The youkai steps down off of the obscenly large floor pillow his other form had been seated on and onto the tatami* floor. A large hand tucks under Kouga's chin lifting his gaze "however I do not exspect more than is reasonable" Kouga holds his fathers gaze
"Is it so unreasonable for me to lead a pack and avenge my comrads without causing the massacur of every youkai under my rule?"
"No" eyes, now a steely blue soften "but I would say it is to assume you can defeat such a foe as Naraku alone" Kouga once again casts his eyes down-- that he knew, but his stubborn pride always . . . his sensei had always warned him pride came before fall, he'd ignored them, but they were right
"you're right, of course father" of course it was also his fault his comrads were dead-- he was their leader. How could he ask for help to fix something he himself damaged? He was not a child.
Tetsuo releases his son "stand Kouga" the order is followed "follow me, I would like you to see something"
=-=-=-=
'This is suspicious' Inuyasha steps into the bedroom looking around. The room was a comfortable size, but bordered on too large. The colors remenisant of water, the main focus of the room being the large raised futon directly across from the door. It was framed by flowing wall curtains in varying blues. He wanders towards the bed touching the plush bedding, his eyes scaning again. He spots a small jar on the nightstand, he picks it up sniffing lightly before putting it back down. It was some sort of oil, and smelled like fruit, it lost his interest quickly enough. Oils were used for many things and he didn't care to try and figure out what that particular jar was for. Wandering again-- this time towards the dark wood dressing table at the right, his hand trails boredly across random surfaces. He was still unsure why he was here. After a decidedly short training session Sesshoumaru had told him to bathe and come to this room, that was all. He hadn't answered any questions he'd asked.
"Inuyasha . . .!" The hanyou twists around in surprise. His body relaxes at the sight of his mate, looking as confused as he probably was upon entering the room. A grin suddenly graces his lips, he'd given his brother far roo little credit, Sesshoumaru had set them up.
"Miroku" He approaches the other male, pulling him into his arms
"Inuyasha!" the monks face goes red, his eyes shifting left to right "isn't your brother coming soon?" Miroku had no problem being affectionate with his mate with their pack . . . but with Sesshoumaru, it was totally different story, the youkai always looked much too pleased with himself when the two were openly affectionate. He pushes away those thoughts, focusing again on the silver haired 'man'.
"He's not coming" Inuyasha grazes sharp fangs over his mating mark, resisting the urge to make it fresh again-- flickering his tongue out over it instead.
"w--what do you mean? he told me--" a shudder races down the monk's spine 'why am I protesting, let him find us here, it's been too long . . . such a small touch, my body is responding so strongly'
"he set us up . . .he could tell-- we needed time, together" reaching behind his mate Inuyasha slides closed the door "we'll worry about him later" Miroku's eyes quickly scan the room taking in the large futon, and small jar on the bedside table 'oh'
"alright--ah" another shudder, and Miroku's hands slide up over red firerat cloth to wrap around his mate's neck. Inuyasha continues to nip and lick at the exposed skin of the monk's neck, clawed fingers tugging offending fabric out of his mouth's path as his makes his way downward. Miroku gasps at a particularly hard nip at his collarbone, his hips shift forward, the evidence of his arousal pressing against his mate's thigh
"need you-- now" blunt nails, nimble fingers comb through the hanyou's thick locks insistently, a small tug for effect. Inuyasha's eyes flicker upward to the flushed face of his mate, as his mouth latches on to a dusky nipple. He marvels at the response he gets, blowing a breath of cool air over wet flesh causing another quake in the monk's body.
"Inuyasha! Please, bed now" his voice is breathy, he pants slowly. The hanyou complies, bending down to scoop his mate up, arms hooked under his knees, and depositing him onto the bed carefully.
=-=-=-=
"She did it again, I can't believe it!" Yuji slows his pace, his goal-- the baths, forgotten for a moment at the sight of some of Sesshoumaru's warriors spilling from a door way with sign reading 'Dojo 3' hanging beside it
"Why not? Aki's a cocky idiot, he's only a diversion level warrior" who was this 'she'?
"diversion level?" this guy 'Aki' obviously had no respect from his peers
there's a short laugh "as in, if in a tightspot: throw him at the attacker as a diversion!" the two belonging to the voices laugh
"she knocked him flat!"
"ha! Aki, better be careful you might get hurt!" a jeer comes from within.
"yeh! that's Inuyasha-sama's favorite girl!"
"Sango-san . . ." He quickly pushes through peering around the shoulders of a rather wide boar youkai. He watches as the demon is again knocked to the floor by the taijiya. She requests a new partner, a better challenge. His mouth twitches up into a small smile, she looked so utterly . . . everything he ever wanted, like that. She had no doubts about her strength and abilities, her power.
'no porcelain doll indeed, Sango-san you are . . . amazing' an almost overwhelming feeling settles within his stomach, his eyes widen a bit as he recognizes the strong want and need to submit to her. He lets out a shakey breath, pushes his way back out of the room, heading quickly to his previous destination to think.
(A/N): I hate the word, and I can't believe I wrote 'dusky nipple' *covers face* my fingers feel . . . weird.
-- no excuses for lateness this week . . . I forgot.
(*meanings)
Tatami (mat) - Tatami mat is the traditional straw matting that is used on the floor in Japanese homes. Tatami evolved over a long period, first beginning as a thin easily folded straw mat on which people sat or slept. Later, more layers of tightly woven rice straw were added to the core to increase comfort. The core was then covered with woven rushes and the edges hemmed with cloth.(http://www.japaneselifestyle.com.>)
tbc . . .
IreviewLOVEreviewYOUr eviewALL!