InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pinkie Swear ❯ Fuzzy Fixation ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. No copyright infringement is intended. This was written with the sole intent of the reader's satisfaction and the author's own personal satisfaction.

Word Count: 1,181
Rating: G
Characters: Sesshoumaru, Rin, Jaken (all platonic)
Genre: Humor 
Summary: Rin has a goal. And she will not be deterred.
Reason to Read: Because weird fetishes surely start out something completely innocent....
Warnings: None other than this comes deliriously close to being a crack!fic. Probably falls just short enough to be cheezy humor instead, but it makes me chuckle and maybe you will enjoy it too...

Written for iyfic_contest on LJ.

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Inadvertently, Jaken placed the idea in her head. And once it lodged there and grew into a full bodied, robust ambition, there was no deterring her.

 

Come hell or high water, Rin would touch Sesshoumaru-sama's fluffy.

 

Like any other thing that caught her attention, his moko-moko suddenly became the center of her undivided fascination. Of course, she was smart enough to figure out that a direct approach was most likely to only earn her his animosity, so she settled in among the wild flowers and thought it over for a while.

 

If she asked him nicely, all he would have to say was no and she'd be out of luck.

 

If she somehow managed to sneak up on him, she imagined that surprising Sesshoumaru-sama would not end well for her. One accidental swipe of his claws and she'd still be dead.

 

If she could distract him long enough he didn't notice...

 

Yes, maybe that would work.

 

But what kind of thing would be able to distract Sesshoumaru-sama?

 

No flower she knew of was big enough or pretty enough to work. He didn't eat any of the type of food that Rin knew how to get. He never slept as far as Rin could ever tell.

 

How did one distract a taiyoukai?

 

When he was killing something that was trying to kill her, then he was distracted. Rin wrinkled her nose, unable to picture a possible opportunity to pet the soft fur while she was fleeing for her life.

 

Rin sighed with exaggerated frustration.

 

“What's wrong with you?” Jaken asked as he plopped down beside her in the grass. “You sound like a leaky air bladder.”

 

“Do not!” she shot back, more out of the habit of being contrary rather than the actual desire to be so.

 

“Do to!”

 

“Do not!”

 

“Jaken,” Sesshoumaru's voice cut their childish argument short.

 

“Stupid human,” Jaken dared to mutter under his breath, only to be struck in the back of the head by a well aimed rock.

 

“Ow,” he mumbled grumpily as Rin giggled.

 

She waited until he had righted himself and stopped rubbing the lump on his head before posing her question, knowing that the likelihood of her getting a straight answer increased the longer he had to get over being grumpy.

 

“Jaken-sama, how do you distract a taiyoukai?”

 

“Pah,” Jaken scoffed immediately, “Impossible.”

 

“But Jaken-sama! What if it was? What would distract a taiyoukai?” Rin persisted.

 

“Nothing! Sesshoumaru-sama is all powerful, all knowing, all seeing—”

 

“Jaken-sama!” Rin protested with the beginnings of a whine in her voice.

 

“Stupid girl, I am telling you that it does not exist—oh,” Jaken halted mid sentence, inspiration lighting up his small green face.

 

“Please tell Rin!” she immediately started coaxing. “Rin will be good for the rest of the day—”

 

“No,” Jaken instantly and decisively replied.

 

“But—”

 

“No.”

 

“Please?”

 

“No!”

 

“Why not?” Rin nearly wailed, knowing that whatever Jaken knew must be good because of how hard he was trying not to tell her.

 

“Because I'll be the one punished for it, stupid human!” he growled.

 

For a while they sat in silence, Jaken refusing to look at her as she dejectedly picked at grass stems. At last, after what seemed like an eternity, he glanced over his shoulder at her.

 

“Please?” she asked, looking innocent and hopeful and adorable all at once.

 

“No.”

 

“Please?”

 

“No!”

 

“Please?!”

 

Jaken sighed.

 

“You have to promise to be very good for two weeks. No screaming, no crying, no back talking your elders, especially me. Okay?” he conceded.

 

“Two weeks?!” she exclaimed with horror.

 

“I don't have to tell you…” he started.

 

“Okay,” she hastily agreed. “Rin will be good.”

 

“Very good?” he queried with suspicion.

 

“Rin will be very, very good!” she promised with zest.

 

Jaken sighed again. Then he motioned her over and whispered something in her ear. Puzzlement clouded her face.

 

“But Rin knows—” she remarked, only to have her words cut off by his hand.

 

“Shh!” he admonished her. “You have to pretend like you don't know or it will never work, understand?!”

 

Beneath the press of his hand she mutely nodded, her eyes wide with comprehension. After a moment of staring into her dark gaze and making sure she understood, he released her. A bit unsteadily she got to her feet and toddled off towards Sesshoumaru, sparing an uncertain glance or two back at Jaken.

 

She came to a standing halt beside the lounging form of her lord, opening her mouth only to find that no words would come out. For several seconds she did her best impression of a gaping fish, unable to voice the question Jaken had told her to ask.

 

“Yes?” Sesshoumaru prompted her after a lengthy pause.

 

“Rinwantstoknowwherebabiescomefrom!” she blurted out in a rush.

 

When he gave her no other response than a slow blink of his unsettlingly keen golden eyes, she tried again.

“Where do babies come from?” she asked with proper form.

 

The look of frozen, arrested, dawning surprise on his face was enough to make her dance nervously from foot to foot. Instinctively she dropped her eyes, risking a quick swipe of her palm over the soft white fur of his adornment before darting away as fast as her little legs could carry her.

 

“Jaken,” Sesshoumaru purred; his voice warm with anger. “Come here.”

 

Hidden safely on the other side of Ahun's great bulk, Rin listened with sympathy as Sesshoumaru told Jaken exactly what he'd do to him next time he put “ideas” into Rin's head. Tucking away the somewhat colorful, wonderfully shocking creativeness of this particular threat for later use, Rin stopped peeking over the saddle rim of Ahun's gear and put her back to the dragon's slick scaly side, sliding down she sat leaning against the mount.

 

With one ear alertly cocked towards the cadence of Jaken's dressing down, she opened the palm of her hand and regarded it as though it held the secret to magic. Beneath the calluses, her nerve endings still tingled with his residual youki. The downy tickle of the fur was still real enough to be a phantom sensation in the cup of her hand. The remembrance of the silkiness as the long strands whispered against her fingertips was enough to make her want to bite them to stop the prickle of needles.

 

Her eyes went slightly unfocused as she stared at her open palm without really seeing it. Disbelief, triumph, and happiness bubbled up within her like a hot spring as she hugged herself around the waist.

 

She'd done it.

 

And she wanted to do it again.

 

Maybe if she was very, very, very good Jaken would share more ideas on how to distract a taiyoukai with her and she'd get to stroke the softness of his fluffy again. Regardless of Jaken's willingness to help her, she knew she was going to try again and again until she succeeded. With one hit she was a lifetime addict, capable of doing anything to get her next fix…

 

Because she just couldn't get enough of that warm fuzzy feeling.

 

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