InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Possessed ❯ Chapter 3

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Chapter Three

 

 

 

 

 

Training the next day went similarly to the day before, except Miroku refrained from creating any more ribbon thin flying snakes, instead concentrating on a hodgepodge assortment of various bipedal oni, and this time, he created additional ones more than once as the first wave were slain one by one. He finally let everyone take a break, and then as was common when training out in the field he released a second volley, because in real life it was always possible to get more than one call on the same day. Everyone made it through that training exercise just fine, of course, and as the hanyou and miko once again returned home for the evening they were looking forward to the fact that they didn’t have to worry about facing off against any more of Miroku’s paper monsters for a whole month.

 

In the meantime, Kagome was seriously contemplating investing in some paint ball tipped arrows, just for some innocent fun and games between the two of them in what she considered ‘their’ part of the forest.

 

Inuyasha wasn’t sure he liked the way Kagome laughed at the thought, but hell, he was game. If his fire-rat robes could repair themselves when they got torn, and remove blood stains, including the smell, then surely they’d be able to rid themselves of some brightly colored paint splotches.

 

That was a project for a later time, though.

 

Having another bath, although she enjoyed just soaking her aching muscles this time as Inuyasha opted not to take a run with Shiro, the miko emerged from the bathroom dressed in her pajamas and inhaled deeply as the scent of frying chicken lured her downstairs towards the kitchen.

 

“You made dinner yesterday, so I didn’t dare let my responsibility slip two nights in a row,” Inuyasha explained as she came up beside him, the hanyou pan frying four chicken drumsticks from the large pack she’d bought a couple of days ago. “I’m supposed to cook for you on your training weekends, and just because I’m training too now is no excuse to slack off. I don’t get worn out like you do.”

 

“You’re not really supposed to cook for me on training weekends,” Kagome corrected.

 

“But I volunteered to, and honestly, I don’t mind,” he insisted. “Frankly, I should probably cook you dinner every night, in thanks for all you’ve done for me.”

 

“I don’t need your thanks,” Kagome said, before boldly wrapping her arms around him from behind, linking her hands together against his fire-rat clad stomach as she hugged him from behind, turning her head to rest her left cheek against his back. Inuyasha’s left hand automatically lifted as he placed his hand over hers, squeezing gently, while he flipped the chicken with his right hand, sans utensil.

 

“If you want to cook for me, because you just want to, because you enjoy it and you wanna pamper me or whatever, well I’m not going to stop you...”

 

He chuckled.

 

“…but I don’t want you feeling like you owe me anything. You don’t owe me anything, got it? Everything I’ve given you, from your clothes and computer and money to status as my legally registered service youkai, was all because I wanted to.”

 

“And I want to cook for you,” he emphasized then, giving her hands another gentle squeeze and then a pat as he killed the heat on the stove.

 

She got the signal and let go, moving out of the way, and then she stood back and watched as he buzzed around the kitchen getting everything else ready. Dinner was fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy and corn niblets. He’d figured she’d appreciate something hardy after the workout they’d had today, and he was right.

 

Dinner was a peaceful affair, and then Inuyasha hopped into a quick shower before bed. He wasn’t surprised to see the miko waiting for him in his bed when he came back out of the bathroom. He would have been surprised if she hadn’t been. She’d been sleeping with him in his bed every night since Halloween, and he absolutely was not going to complain about that.

 

Neither was Shiro.

 

Hanyou and miko both laughed as their dog happily gave them both kisses and started to try to play before Inuyasha told the overgrown pup to settle down. Shiro obeyed, curling up at the foot of the bed, in the middle, and then hanyou and miko shared a chaste goodnight kiss before he clicked off the bedside lamp. Snuggling up together, Kagome spooned in Inuyasha’s embrace, they drifted off together for another one of the best night’s sleep they’d ever had. Neither of them ever wanted to sleep alone again.

 

The next couple of days went by fairly uneventfully. Wednesday was the new moon so they were both looking forward to that, mainly because Inuyasha was looking forward to going back out to eat at that ramen restaurant, he joked. Kagome didn’t see why he had to wait for his favorite food, though, and so on Tuesday she decided to run down there herself to grab some takeout for lunch. She had other errands she needed to run, anyway, so it was a kill two birds with one stone sort of thing. She’d decided that it would behoove her to stock up on some extra arrows. She wasn’t running low...yet, but she wanted to keep it that way. Especially if she and Inuyasha were going to be getting some extra ‘off the clock’ practice in from time to time. She’d salvage any arrows that she could from their games in the forest, but arrows could break, so it was always best to just have an overabundance of them on hand.

 

She offered to bring Inuyasha out shopping with her, just for something to do, but he opted to stay at home, not yet totally comfortable with the idea of going out in public whenever they wanted. He hoped he’d get used to it soon, because the rational part of him actually loved the fact that he was allowed out into the world now, and the canine part of him wanted to follow Kagome anywhere she went, but it would still take time to retrain himself after so many decades of knowing he had to stay hidden from human eyes at all costs. Kagome understood and didn’t push the issue, promising that she’d be back soon and also that she’d bring home something ‘special’ for lunch.

 

“Ramen?” he asked hopefully, his ears perking up in excitement.

 

Kagome just laughed.

 

“Of course,” she confirmed. “Is there anything better?”

 

“Nope!”

 

Chuckling some more, she grabbed her jacket and shoes, and in an act that was already starting to feel completely natural, she gave Inuyasha a quick kiss goodbye on the lips before heading out. He stood staring at the door for a few seconds after she was gone, just running the pad of his index finger over his lips until those lips spread into a huge grin. A whole week later, and he was still pinching himself at times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. This was real. They were a couple. And the only thing holding back the progress of their relationship was himself, he knew, because Kagome had already made her position quite clear.

 

Well, he’d just have to do something about that, wouldn’t he?

 

Tomorrow.

 

He’d realize a couple of days ago that the new moon would be perfect. For the last several months he’d been terrified of accidentally letting his human emotions run loose, and so tomorrow night he would finally let them, and let nature take its course.

 

In the meantime, though, he needed to keep his mind occupied, so while Kagome was at the store he decided to distract himself with his new favorite method of passing the time: woodcarving.

 

Heading up to his bedroom, Shiro dutifully following along behind him, Inuyasha got out one of his test subjects from the bottom dresser drawer and had a seat on the edge of his bed, piece of wood in hand. It was a hunk of wood broken off from that original piece of log he’d collected that he’d initially thought had landed him in big trouble before Sango and Miroku had turned out to be so nice. Now it turned out he owed his legal status to that log, so the least he could do was try to carve something beautiful out of part of it. The piece he held was roughly the size and shape of a large can of soup, except jagged and uneven all over, of course, the center drooping down a bit on top with the ends raised on two sides. His ultimate goal was to make a Hotei figure with his arms raised, his hands above his head, but he had a long way to go.

 

Taking his right index and thumb claws, he began to pinch down, hard, in the top center of the thing, far above where the top of Hotei’s head was supposed to be. The wood began to give under the pressure, until he carefully removed a chunk in a similar fashion to if a human had pinched off a section from the top of a block of cheese. An imprecise process, to say the least.

 

He sighed.

 

He’d thought this would be a hobby he didn’t need to invest in any supplies for, first, but he’d discovered that while he could create the basic shape he wanted in the wood with just his claws, all the fine details needed to be done with the proper tools, like knives and chisels. Nothing he couldn’t order online, of course, so thanks to his ‘budget’ courtesy of Kagome he’d been able to purchase himself a beginners woodworking kit. Now he just had to teach himself how to actually do it, but practice made perfect.

 

He’d really have rathered just use his claws for the entire process, because he’d thought that would make his little carvings all the more unique, but while his claws were virtually indestructible they were also just not that sharp, and so could not be used like fine little instruments. When he sliced at something like a tree, or youkai, he was cutting with his youki, but all he could do was fling out those giant slashes of energy. He couldn’t bring up his energy into his fingertips to just use his claws like ten tiny knife blades, or laser beams, on the ends of his fingers. His talons were pointy, yes, and because of his strength he could force them into the wood. Hell, he could even force them into stone. But they were not dangerous if he wasn’t putting any force behind it.

 

Which despite it meaning he needed knives to do his woodworking was actually a good thing, he knew, or else he’d have probably accidentally scratched Kagome by now. Especially when she’d tentatively run the tip of her fingers against his claws during an intimate gesture of friendship several months back. He’d made some comment or another about his youkai traits, and how amazed he was that she didn’t mind sharing her home with a man who had claws and fangs, that she wasn’t afraid of his claws, and she’d proceeded to take his hand in hers and run her finger along his claws before telling him that she liked him, he was her friend, and so she wasn’t bothered by any part of him, wasn’t afraid of any part of him, because it wasn’t about the claws themselves, it was about the man they were attached to, in regard to whether or not he’d ever attack her, and she’d told him she trusted him to never attack her and so therefore, she had no reason to fear his claws.

 

It was just one of the many things that had made him start falling in love with her, and all things considered, he was glad his talons were as blunt as they were, even if it meant he couldn’t make his woodcarvings using nothing but his claws. That was a small price to pay to never have to worry about accidentally hurting Kagome, especially now that she was his girlfriend.

 

In fact, maybe one night if he was feeling brave enough…

 

Gah! Not going there right now!

 

He was getting way off topic in his mind. He was supposed to be working on his Hotei figure and for the last few minutes he’d just been sitting there holding the piece of wood in his hand without doing anything with it.

 

If all I’m going to do is sit here with a piece of wood in my hand while thinking about Kagome, I should just put this away and take my pants off, he thought with a snort.

 

Then he actually found himself wondering what Kagome’s reaction would be if she came home and ‘caught’ him pleasuring himself.

 

Too bad there was no way in all the hells he could make it look like an actual accident, or he just might consider it, but there was also no way in all the hells he wouldn’t hear/smell/sense her coming home, and she knew that, and so it would be screamingly obvious he’d been waiting for her like that on purpose, which would just make the whole thing far too embarrassing. Maybe some day in the future, as a role playing game between the two of them, but there was absolutely no way he could spring something like that on her as a surprise, even knowing that her reaction, after that initial surprise, would almost definitely be a positive one.

 

Quickly deciding he needed to get those particular of thoughts out of his head, as well, before he did indeed wind up with a second piece of wood, he glanced around his room before turning his head to glance down at the dog sitting beside him on the bed, Shiro looking up at him with that happy doggie smile he almost always wore.

 

Suddenly, inspiration struck.

 

He didn’t really want to make Buddhist or Shinto figurines, after all. He’d just picked an image of Hotei with his hands raised as a pattern to copy while practicing, having seen other such figures online. He’d still been at a loss as far as what to actually make once he felt he was good enough to start making something that could be made over and over again and sold online as his own original creations. That momentary glance in Shiro’s direction had just answered the riddle for him, though. Dogs! Dog figurines, using Shiro as a model, at least at first. His cellphone was an older basic model but Kagome’s smartphone had a fabulous camera, so she could take a bunch of pictures of Shiro for him and load them onto his computer.

 

He supposed he could just do an image search for pictures of dogs but using his own dog as a model would add another personal touch, plus each photo could be put up on the eventual online store as a side-by-side comparison along with a picture of the carving. He was just about to do an image search for his practice piece, at least, to see if the lump he was holding that was going to become Hotei could instead become an akita’s head, but when he heard Kagome’s car coming back from up the road he immediately tossed the piece of wood back into the bottom drawer of his dresser. The woodworking could wait.

 

When Kagome entered through the front door a few short minutes later she couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Inuyasha and Shiro both excitedly greeting her by the door. She’d been gone for less than an hour!

 

“My two happy puppies,” she said, still chuckling as she handed Inuyasha the large wrapped bundle of arrows she’d been holding. “If you had a tail it’d be wagging.”

 

Ignoring the dig, because it was true, and taking the arrows from her on autopilot, Inuyasha’s smile was as bright as ever as he asked her, “Did you get it?”

 

Kagome just laughed again.

 

“I said I would, didn’t I?”

 

He visibly started sniffing the air, looking desperate.

 

“Relax, it’s just still out in the car,” she said, giggling as he visibly sagged in relief.

 

She quickly went to retrieve their takeout containers, Inuyasha setting her new bundle of arrows down on the coffee table while she did, and then handing him his container of ramen as she reentered the house and closed and locked the door behind her, he took it from her and ran eagerly into the kitchen, not unlike a dog running off to go eat a treat it’d been given. Their real dog followed after the hanyou as he ran, barking loudly in his own excitement as Shiro could also smell the deliciousness.

 

“Fat chance, this is all mine,” Inuyasha said back to the akita mix.

 

“I still find it amazing that you can actually understand him,” Kagome said as she entered the kitchen with her own container in hand, Inuyasha already slurping his noodles while hovering over the sink. “I mean granted, it didn’t take Doctor Dolittle to figure out what he wanted this time,” she added with a laugh, “but I mean just generally speaking.”

 

“I am half dog, you know,” Inuyasha replied as he glanced her way, wiggling his ears for emphasis. “It just comes naturally.”

 

“It’s too bad cats and dogs can’t really communicate with each other like they do in those comedy movies where all the animals secretly speak like humans,” she said then, as she leaned against the center island and started eating her own noodles straight out of the to-go carton just like he was doing, using the included disposable chopsticks.

 

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Kirara understands human language, but I’m at as much of a loss to her specific meows as anyone else.”

 

“Sango’s pretty good at communicating with her, she said, since the two of them have been together for so long, but it’s still just gotta be general things,” Kagome said. “Poor Kirara must get so frustrated, if she wants to communicate something specific but can’t.”

 

“You could probably give her a pen to hold in her mouth and she could write it out, or type it on a keyboard. That nekomata is as intelligent as any humanoid youkai,” Inuyasha said then.

 

“That’s such a good idea! I wonder if Sango’s thought of that?”

 

Inuyasha just shrugged. “I’m sure if something were important enough, Kirara would improvise and figure out a way to get her point across. Just because she’s as smart as a human, she’s also still a cat and is probably content to do cat things most days.”

 

“Can’t say I blame her there,” Kagome acknowledged.

 

“Definitely not,” the hanyou agreed with quiet chuckle.

 

Deciding he didn’t need to get back to his woodcarving today, after lunch hanyou and miko ended up enjoying watching TV together on the couch for the rest of the evening. The part they enjoyed the most was Kagome snuggled up against him, her feet tucked up underneath her as she curled up and cuddled against the hanyou’s side, Inuyasha’s left arm wrapped around her and holding her close. They could have been watching the stock exchange and it wouldn’t have mattered, but as it was the TV was on the game show channel. They actually halfway paid attention to the programming until Kagome tilted her head up to start kissing along Inuyasha’s jawbone. The next thing either of them knew, they were making out on the couch.

 

Kissing led to touching, and before he knew it, Inuyasha had his hand underneath Kagome’s shirt, holding a lace covered breast, while her fingers were gently stroking the bulge in his pants, over the denim. A particularly pleasurable jolt shot through him, and he whimpered, squeezing her breast, but when he felt her fingers fumbling with the button on his fly he grabbed her hand with his free one and pulled out of their seemingly unending kiss, his other hand vacating her shirt.

 

“Kagome, I...”

 

“It’s all right, Inuyasha.”

 

“No, I mean… That is, I’m not stopping, necessarily. I’m just...nervous. I’m...different, and I know you’ve said how you aren’t bothered by my claws, or fangs, or ears...”

 

“I think your ears are adorable,” she chimed when he trailed off, understanding what he was getting at but wanting to calm him down by changing the subject. “I want to touch them.”

 

“Yeah, and- wait...what? My...you want to touch my ears?”

 

“May I?”

 

He eyed her suspiciously, but couldn’t keep a straight face for long and cracked a smile.

 

“Of course you can, but they’re pretty sensitive, so please don’t rub my ears and cock at the same time or you’ll have me messing my pants,” he braved teasing.

 

He relaxed when she just giggled, and then suddenly, Kagome was sitting in his lap, both hands capturing his ears for some tender, circular rubs, while her lips captured his own once more. Groaning into the kiss and closing his eyes, he wrapped his arms around her and, shifting their positions a little bit, so that her legs were on either side of his thighs, he actually started rocking up against her, heedless of his own words of caution.

 

And he hadn’t been kidding. More than once he had to abruptly stop moving his hips, holding Kagome still as well when she tried to keep rocking against him. Holy fucking kami but did that woman have talented fingers. His ears were sensitive, and she could hurt him so easily, not that he’d ever believe her capable of hurting him on purpose, but man oh man did she know how to rub his ears just right. If he weren’t also horny as fuck at the moment he could’ve just sat back and relaxed and let her rub his ears all night long, but right now he needed to rub something else before he lost his fucking mind.

 

He knew she’d do it for him in a heartbeat if he asked her to, too, but he was being paranoid, and anyway, the new moon was tomorrow night. He could wait one more night. He wanted his human night to go perfectly, without her able to superimpose a visual of his hanyou self in her mind’s eye. He wanted to see her looking upon him without any hint of disgust in her eyes. Hopefully that would also be the case when she finally gazed upon his hanyou form for the first time, which he planned on finding out pretty damn soon – it would have been tonight if the new moon were further away! – but for now, he could wait.

 

“You are way too good at that,” he said, grasping both of her hands in his and gently pulling them away from his ears. “No wonder Shiro loves you so much,” he added with a snicker.

 

“I’ve been wanting to touch them for so long,” she confessed.

 

“Well now that we’re together, feel free to touch them whenever you want. Some other time when...other parts of me aren’t feeling neglected, I could just sit back and let you play with my ears for as long as you want.”

 

“I don’t mind playing with something else, too, you know.”

 

Closing his eyes, he groaned.

 

“I know…”

 

“It’s okay,” she said then. “If you’re not ready, there’s no hurry.”

 

“How are you so fucking understanding?”

 

“I love you?” she answered playfully.

 

“Ohhhhhhh...” he replied in an exaggerated tone of realization. “That explains it, then.”

 

Laughing, Kagome just smacked his chest, which had the hanyou laughing as well, and then climbing out of his lap to plop herself back down on the couch beside him, she made to snuggle up against his side again and resume watching TV but he gently extracted her arm from the way it was wound around his own, as he slowly stood back up.

 

“I...uh...I’ll be back in a minute. I need to go to the bathroom.”

 

I bet you do, Kagome thought but didn’t say, not that it mattered because he could read her thoughts in her eyes and he blushed crimson as he scurried upstairs.

 

He was still blushing when he came back downstairs about five minutes later, but to his credit he actually came back downstairs, instead of hiding from her in his mortification. He only had himself to blame, he knew. To Kagome’s credit, she didn’t tease him or even smirk at him as he sat back down on the couch again, and instead she merely snuggled up against him once more. Refraining from any more kissing, hanyou and miko enjoyed the rest of their evening watching TV together, and when it was time for dinner he insisted on helping her cook.

 

They watched a little more TV after eating, and then when it was time for bed they went upstairs together, Kagome heading into her own room to change into her pajamas but then, after doing her nightly stuff in the bathroom, she went into Inuyasha’s room as per their apparently unspoken agreement that she always slept in there now. She’d teased him on Halloween night that he’d spoil her, that she’d want him to hold her in his arms every night after that, and she hadn’t really been kidding, nor had he been kidding when he’d told her in turn that it wouldn’t be a burden. He was happy to have her with him in his bed.

 

She supposed they could always move into her room, since it was a little bit bigger than his, but on the other hand it was also his mother’s old room, and even though he’d told her it didn’t bother him that she slept in there now (well, back when she actually did sleep in there), she knew they were working up to it and would eventually be doing more than just sleeping in whichever bed they were in for the night, and that, he might not feel comfortable doing in his mother’s old bedroom. Besides that, neither closet was actually large enough to hold all of their clothes, and neither were any of the dressers. Her room was already chock-full of her stuff, and his room was chock-full of his, and there was really no reason not to keep it that way. She didn’t mind having all of her stuff in her room but then actually sleeping in his at night. She didn’t mind it at all.

 

Kissing him goodnight, making sure to keep it chaste, Inuyasha was the one who lingered a moment longer than usual before pulling away, having kissed her with open lips but no tongue.

 

“Goodnight,” he murmured quietly, his tone of voice revealing how much he truly loved her.

 

Smiling, she playfully gave his left ear a quick tweak, earning a grin from the hanyou, and then rolling over onto her right, she ‘assumed the position’ as it were, and after clicking off his bedside lamp he pulled her body close to his, her back against his chest, as he wrapped his arms around her. He got her back for the ear tweak with a quick squeeze of her breast, grinning wider when she giggled, but then he settled down and Kagome drifted off to a pleasant sleep not long after. He was awake for a while longer, just enjoying holding her, smelling her, listening to her even breathing and heartbeat, but the sensations of having a sleeping Kagome in his arms eventually lulled the hanyou off to sleep as well. His last coherent thought was that he was really looking forward to tomorrow night.