InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Red Tears ❯ Caught in the Act ( Chapter 11 )
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By: ever-after 
Kikyo picks a fight and Kagome switches room mates.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 172 | Status: Completed
Kikyo picks a fight and Kagome switches room mates.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 172 | Status: Completed
*Osculation -
1. kissing: a kiss or the act of kissing (formal or humorous)
2. mathematics point at which two surfaces touch: the point at which two surfaces touch, particularly the point at which two curves have a common tangent
*Letcherantiny, Miroku -
1. Letcherantiny - A last name that I, the author, made up for Miroku, to point out his obvious lecherous ways; it suits him well, if I do say so myself.
When Kagome woke up, Sesshoumaru had already been asleep for about half an hour. His arms were still tightly linked around her waist, and Kagome could hardly move, but she didn’t care as long as she could stay this close to him.
Then, a thought struck her, going the whole way back to when she had first started coming here and Sesshoumaru had asked her why?
“Sesshoumaru?”
Sesshoumaru, completely comfortable and relaxed, tensed when Kagome said his name, fearing that she would ask him to let go of her.
“Hmm?”
“Remember when you asked me…why I hurt myself?"
Sesshoumaru’s eyes shot open. Now he wasn’t worried about her asking him to let go of her; asking him why would be the worst question he could be asked. Not because of his reason; no, he wasn’t ashamed of it. But because of the reaction people gave him. He hated sympathy, and to get sympathy from Kagome would be even worse than getting it from “normal” people.
“Yeah.”
Kagome knew that when his body tensed completely she was treading in dangerous territory, but what goes around comes around, and she had to ask him.
“Well…”
She could feel his grip on her waist loosen, and her hands shot down to hold his in place. “Please, Sesshoumaru. I told you my reason. What do you have against telling me yours?”
She could feel Sesshoumaru’s hot breath on the back of her neck as he let it out in a long sigh. “I don’t want your sympathy, Kagome.”
“Sympathy?”
“Yes. I don’t deserve it, and I don’t want it.”
“What do you mean, Sesshoumaru?”
Sesshoumaru was silent, his features cold, though inside his emotions were raging through him like wildfire.
“Sesshoumaru, please.” Kagome’s head twisted so she could look at him, though her body stayed in it’s position so his arms could stay wound around her. This position was almost painful, but the pain was worth it; she had to see his face, his expression.
Sesshoumaru glanced into her eyes indifferently, but there was something inside of them that he longed to heal, like a wound. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against hers, their eyes locked on one another, while his lips sought out hers. When they met, he parted hers with his own and allowed his tongue to trespass into her warmth.
Their eyes remained open, and each watched a conflict of emotion string through the other’s. When the kiss ended, Kagome twisted her body so she was facing him with his arms still around her, and wrapped her own arms around him. “Sesshoumaru, please tell me.” Her eyes begged him. “I can’t promise I won’t feel sympathy, but I can promise I won’t show you if I do. Will that work for you?”
Sesshoumaru grunted and kissed her once again, soft and quick, a butterfly kiss. “Kagome, I don’t understand you sometimes.” Kagome grinned and pecked him back.
“Some things are better left mysterious.” A voice said from the door. Both heads snapped to the frame. There stood Kikyo, her face a furious red, hands clenched at her sides. Sesshoumaru looked confused, Kagome looked almost as angry as Kikyo.
“Why do you keep barging in on us, Kikyo?” Kagome shouted. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me, Kagome. I’m not the one who’s sick!”
“Sick?”
“If cutting yourself isn’t a sickness,” Kikyo sneered. “Then I don’t know what is.”
Kagome glared at Kikyo; Sesshoumaru’s arms tightened around her protectively.
“Oh, I’m sorry Sesshoumaru. I forgot you did it too.” Kikyo backtracked in a mockingly sweet voice. “Only skanky little whores who cut themselves for attention are the sick ones.” A sickly sweet smile adorned her face as she tried futilely to flirt with Sesshoumaru.
A look of disgust was shot her way from Sesshoumaru, who’s arms held even tighter to Kagome’s frame, almost cutting off her air supply.
Kagome tensed and she was ready to leap from the bed to pounce on Kikyo; the only problem was the vise-like grip that Sesshoumaru held her in. “Sesshoumaru!” Kagome almost shouted. “Let me go!”
Grunting, Sesshoumaru shook his head and pushed her body ever closer to his own. Kikyo’s face contorted in fury.
“You always take everything from me!” Kikyo screamed. “Everything!”
With an angry wail, Kikyo launched herself at a helpless Kagome. Sesshoumaru rolled over just in time to absorb the blow of one of Kikyo’s slapping hands. The sight of Sesshoumaru on top of Kagome seemed to enrage Kikyo more, and she started scratching at his back, trying to pry him off of Kagome, wailing when her tactic didn’t work.
In the already open door-frame stood a large group of people who were watching in amazement as Kikyo, who’s hair was covering her completely red face by now, began to use Sesshoumaru’s back as a punching bag, and Sesshoumaru absorbed every blow as if he felt nothing; which seemed to be making Kikyo even angrier.
Two males pushed through the group to see what the commotion was, and paused in surprise when they saw what was going on. The shock didn’t last long though, and they were in the room within seconds, prying Kikyo off of Sesshoumaru, who lay on top of Kagome protectively even after the wailing nuisance was wrestled from the two forms.
Miroku straddled Kikyo while Inuyasha yelled at the gathering crowd to either go away or get help. Kikyo glared daggers at anyone who even so much as looked at her, while still squirming to get out from under Miroku to finish what she had started.
Kagome too struggled beneath Sesshoumaru; she wanted to beat that bitch while she was down! Though she knew that neither Miroku nor Inuyasha would probably allow her to do so without a fight; a fight she was more than willing to have.
Why should she look like a wimp when Kikyo was getting all the glory by at least trying to fight? Kagome snarled and threatened Sesshoumaru, who grinned and allowed a hand to trail beneath the blanket and grope her ass.
Startled, Kagome jumped. Sesshoumaru smirked. When everyone else’s attention was averted to Kikyo, Sesshoumaru lifted the blanket over their heads and kissed Kagome passionately.
The only person who saw was Kikyo, who became even more infuriated and again began to struggle. “Let me go! She’s taking him away from me! Let me go!”
Miroku smirked and looked up to the bed at the squirming forms beneath the blanket, a lecherous gleam in his eyes. Inuyasha smacked Miroku over the head, though not hard, and growled “Don’t you even think about it.”
Miroku’s mouth fell agape. “Why, Inuyasha, I’m appalled! Why would I ever do something so wrong?”
He put an emphasis on wrong, though his lips said otherwise as they crept into a lopsided grin.
Kikyo sat in an office across from a fat, middle aged man with short, thinning and graying hair. The man had fat lips that were too big for his face, which seemed to be otherwise consumed by his honkingly huge nose, which loomed below his close-set, tiny eyes that seemed completely out of place from his other large body parts.
“Now, Kikyo,” the man was saying, his lips wet from a nervous lip-licking habit Kikyo had noticed earlier, and his brow sopping with sweat, though it was a generally cool day. “You do understand that you are never to come back, don’t you? Our patients are here to heal, and getting into fights with former acquaintances is not going to help the process of their healing. Now, we must keep Kagome here for an added five months because of fear of relapse after this encounter with you. And she was doing so well too,” the man muttered the last part to himself. “She only had two weeks to go before she could leave.”
Kikyo cursed her luck. Now that bitch was going to be spending more time with her beloved Sesshoumaru!
“And Sesshoumaru was doing well too,” the man cut into her thoughts. “He was going to be leaving next week, though we didn’t tell him this. Now because of you,” the man spat the word out disgustedly. “We’ll have to hold him back for five months as well! Do you understand how much damage you might have caused these people? Miroku will have to stay too, though he was scheduled to stay for about two more months anyway. Do you realize what you have done? They probably would have been just as fine; Miroku was looking forward to his visit from Sango next week, and now that will have to be canceled because of the extensive therapy he will have to attain because of your lack of self-restraint. These acquaintances are supposed to help with the process of healing, not destroy it! Because of you, we may have to ban visitations completely!"
Kikyo cringed at the harshness of the man’s voice, her eyes closing and her head coming closer to her chest in both shame and anger. “I’m sorry.” she murmured, though the only thing she was sorry about was the enhanced amount of time Sesshoumaru and Kagome would be sharing.
Kagome and Sesshoumaru were sitting in a small, dark room that was practically bare except for a shaky desk made out of a material similar to cardboard in the back of the room. A rather uncomfortable looking chair was situated behind the desk, which was completely empty. Directly behind the desk was a large window, though the blinds were pulled down. Only a little bit of light came through the slits in the blinds, hardly enough to light the room. A shelf made out of the same substance as the desk stood in a corner of the room behind the desk. One lonesome plant adorned the shelf, and it looked dead.
Kagome sighed and looked at Sesshoumaru. He seemed to be examining the room, and wouldn’t look her in the eye. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Kagome looked to the front of the room, and neither looked behind them when the door opened and a scrawny young man walked into the room.
His hair was cut in a bowl-shape style, framing his oval face closely. It looked to be either greasy or slicked down, and he had acne completely covering his face. He was bucktoothed, with large-framed glasses that made his eyes look way out of proportion, and walked with a slight limp. He hunched over as he walked, his pants were hitched way up and barely covered his ankles.
His socks were long and you could see them under his pants. They seemed to continue the whole way up his leg, like a woman’s pantyhose. His voice sounded nasally when he talked, and instead of breathing, he heaved, with a slight whistling noise coming from his nose.
“Well,” he breathed. “It seems we have a problem here.” his nose whistled with every syllable. “It says here,” he looked down at a file that he had pulled from a manila envelope. “That you’ve been in a fight.”
Kagome snorted, blowing her bangs from her face and crossing her arms over her chest as she looked away.
The man continued. “It also states that you two were caught in the act of *osculation. Now, if you’ve read the handbook, it’s against the rules to osculate. Usually, one would be kicked out of this home for such an act, but we feel sympathy for the reasons you’re here,”
This time it was Sesshoumaru who snorted. “So we’ve made an exception.” The man’s voice was getting louder at each interruption, as he got more irritated. “You may stay, but under the circumstances that you change roommates. Kagome, you will be rooming with *Letcherantiny, Miroku, as it seems to be the only empty room available. Sesshoumaru, you will be rooming with no one. As such, neither of you are to come into contact without supervision. It’s great that you two have formed a relationship, but such is not allowed at this residence.
“Kagome, your belongings will be removed from your former quarters into your current ones in the morning. You will be allowed five minutes to gather the most essential possessions after you leave this office. This will include an outfit to sleep in, an outfit to change into tomorrow, and any toiletries that you find necessary. I’m sorry that it has come to this, but you knew the rules when you came here, and you will abide by them. If you are found to break any after this, you will be thrown out without warning.”
Just as Kagome and Sesshoumaru were about to leave, the man held up a hand. “I have one more important thing to say. Sesshoumaru, you were to leave next week. This is no longer so. You will be staying an additional five months. Kagome, though it was a couple more weeks before you were about to leave, you will also be staying an additional five months. I’m sorry for this inconvenience, but you will be starting the sessions over again, for fear of relapse after this…incident. You are excused. Thank you for your time.” With a nod of his head, the wiry man stood and left the room, leaving the door open to allow them to exit.
Sighing, Kagome was the first to leave. Sesshoumaru remained seated long afterwards, avoiding her by allowing her more than enough time to gather her things and settle into the room next door.
1. kissing: a kiss or the act of kissing (formal or humorous)
2. mathematics point at which two surfaces touch: the point at which two surfaces touch, particularly the point at which two curves have a common tangent
*Letcherantiny, Miroku -
1. Letcherantiny - A last name that I, the author, made up for Miroku, to point out his obvious lecherous ways; it suits him well, if I do say so myself.
When Kagome woke up, Sesshoumaru had already been asleep for about half an hour. His arms were still tightly linked around her waist, and Kagome could hardly move, but she didn’t care as long as she could stay this close to him.
Then, a thought struck her, going the whole way back to when she had first started coming here and Sesshoumaru had asked her why?
“Sesshoumaru?”
Sesshoumaru, completely comfortable and relaxed, tensed when Kagome said his name, fearing that she would ask him to let go of her.
“Hmm?”
“Remember when you asked me…why I hurt myself?"
Sesshoumaru’s eyes shot open. Now he wasn’t worried about her asking him to let go of her; asking him why would be the worst question he could be asked. Not because of his reason; no, he wasn’t ashamed of it. But because of the reaction people gave him. He hated sympathy, and to get sympathy from Kagome would be even worse than getting it from “normal” people.
“Yeah.”
Kagome knew that when his body tensed completely she was treading in dangerous territory, but what goes around comes around, and she had to ask him.
“Well…”
She could feel his grip on her waist loosen, and her hands shot down to hold his in place. “Please, Sesshoumaru. I told you my reason. What do you have against telling me yours?”
She could feel Sesshoumaru’s hot breath on the back of her neck as he let it out in a long sigh. “I don’t want your sympathy, Kagome.”
“Sympathy?”
“Yes. I don’t deserve it, and I don’t want it.”
“What do you mean, Sesshoumaru?”
Sesshoumaru was silent, his features cold, though inside his emotions were raging through him like wildfire.
“Sesshoumaru, please.” Kagome’s head twisted so she could look at him, though her body stayed in it’s position so his arms could stay wound around her. This position was almost painful, but the pain was worth it; she had to see his face, his expression.
Sesshoumaru glanced into her eyes indifferently, but there was something inside of them that he longed to heal, like a wound. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against hers, their eyes locked on one another, while his lips sought out hers. When they met, he parted hers with his own and allowed his tongue to trespass into her warmth.
Their eyes remained open, and each watched a conflict of emotion string through the other’s. When the kiss ended, Kagome twisted her body so she was facing him with his arms still around her, and wrapped her own arms around him. “Sesshoumaru, please tell me.” Her eyes begged him. “I can’t promise I won’t feel sympathy, but I can promise I won’t show you if I do. Will that work for you?”
Sesshoumaru grunted and kissed her once again, soft and quick, a butterfly kiss. “Kagome, I don’t understand you sometimes.” Kagome grinned and pecked him back.
“Some things are better left mysterious.” A voice said from the door. Both heads snapped to the frame. There stood Kikyo, her face a furious red, hands clenched at her sides. Sesshoumaru looked confused, Kagome looked almost as angry as Kikyo.
“Why do you keep barging in on us, Kikyo?” Kagome shouted. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me, Kagome. I’m not the one who’s sick!”
“Sick?”
“If cutting yourself isn’t a sickness,” Kikyo sneered. “Then I don’t know what is.”
Kagome glared at Kikyo; Sesshoumaru’s arms tightened around her protectively.
“Oh, I’m sorry Sesshoumaru. I forgot you did it too.” Kikyo backtracked in a mockingly sweet voice. “Only skanky little whores who cut themselves for attention are the sick ones.” A sickly sweet smile adorned her face as she tried futilely to flirt with Sesshoumaru.
A look of disgust was shot her way from Sesshoumaru, who’s arms held even tighter to Kagome’s frame, almost cutting off her air supply.
Kagome tensed and she was ready to leap from the bed to pounce on Kikyo; the only problem was the vise-like grip that Sesshoumaru held her in. “Sesshoumaru!” Kagome almost shouted. “Let me go!”
Grunting, Sesshoumaru shook his head and pushed her body ever closer to his own. Kikyo’s face contorted in fury.
“You always take everything from me!” Kikyo screamed. “Everything!”
With an angry wail, Kikyo launched herself at a helpless Kagome. Sesshoumaru rolled over just in time to absorb the blow of one of Kikyo’s slapping hands. The sight of Sesshoumaru on top of Kagome seemed to enrage Kikyo more, and she started scratching at his back, trying to pry him off of Kagome, wailing when her tactic didn’t work.
In the already open door-frame stood a large group of people who were watching in amazement as Kikyo, who’s hair was covering her completely red face by now, began to use Sesshoumaru’s back as a punching bag, and Sesshoumaru absorbed every blow as if he felt nothing; which seemed to be making Kikyo even angrier.
Two males pushed through the group to see what the commotion was, and paused in surprise when they saw what was going on. The shock didn’t last long though, and they were in the room within seconds, prying Kikyo off of Sesshoumaru, who lay on top of Kagome protectively even after the wailing nuisance was wrestled from the two forms.
Miroku straddled Kikyo while Inuyasha yelled at the gathering crowd to either go away or get help. Kikyo glared daggers at anyone who even so much as looked at her, while still squirming to get out from under Miroku to finish what she had started.
Kagome too struggled beneath Sesshoumaru; she wanted to beat that bitch while she was down! Though she knew that neither Miroku nor Inuyasha would probably allow her to do so without a fight; a fight she was more than willing to have.
Why should she look like a wimp when Kikyo was getting all the glory by at least trying to fight? Kagome snarled and threatened Sesshoumaru, who grinned and allowed a hand to trail beneath the blanket and grope her ass.
Startled, Kagome jumped. Sesshoumaru smirked. When everyone else’s attention was averted to Kikyo, Sesshoumaru lifted the blanket over their heads and kissed Kagome passionately.
The only person who saw was Kikyo, who became even more infuriated and again began to struggle. “Let me go! She’s taking him away from me! Let me go!”
Miroku smirked and looked up to the bed at the squirming forms beneath the blanket, a lecherous gleam in his eyes. Inuyasha smacked Miroku over the head, though not hard, and growled “Don’t you even think about it.”
Miroku’s mouth fell agape. “Why, Inuyasha, I’m appalled! Why would I ever do something so wrong?”
He put an emphasis on wrong, though his lips said otherwise as they crept into a lopsided grin.
Kikyo sat in an office across from a fat, middle aged man with short, thinning and graying hair. The man had fat lips that were too big for his face, which seemed to be otherwise consumed by his honkingly huge nose, which loomed below his close-set, tiny eyes that seemed completely out of place from his other large body parts.
“Now, Kikyo,” the man was saying, his lips wet from a nervous lip-licking habit Kikyo had noticed earlier, and his brow sopping with sweat, though it was a generally cool day. “You do understand that you are never to come back, don’t you? Our patients are here to heal, and getting into fights with former acquaintances is not going to help the process of their healing. Now, we must keep Kagome here for an added five months because of fear of relapse after this encounter with you. And she was doing so well too,” the man muttered the last part to himself. “She only had two weeks to go before she could leave.”
Kikyo cursed her luck. Now that bitch was going to be spending more time with her beloved Sesshoumaru!
“And Sesshoumaru was doing well too,” the man cut into her thoughts. “He was going to be leaving next week, though we didn’t tell him this. Now because of you,” the man spat the word out disgustedly. “We’ll have to hold him back for five months as well! Do you understand how much damage you might have caused these people? Miroku will have to stay too, though he was scheduled to stay for about two more months anyway. Do you realize what you have done? They probably would have been just as fine; Miroku was looking forward to his visit from Sango next week, and now that will have to be canceled because of the extensive therapy he will have to attain because of your lack of self-restraint. These acquaintances are supposed to help with the process of healing, not destroy it! Because of you, we may have to ban visitations completely!"
Kikyo cringed at the harshness of the man’s voice, her eyes closing and her head coming closer to her chest in both shame and anger. “I’m sorry.” she murmured, though the only thing she was sorry about was the enhanced amount of time Sesshoumaru and Kagome would be sharing.
Kagome and Sesshoumaru were sitting in a small, dark room that was practically bare except for a shaky desk made out of a material similar to cardboard in the back of the room. A rather uncomfortable looking chair was situated behind the desk, which was completely empty. Directly behind the desk was a large window, though the blinds were pulled down. Only a little bit of light came through the slits in the blinds, hardly enough to light the room. A shelf made out of the same substance as the desk stood in a corner of the room behind the desk. One lonesome plant adorned the shelf, and it looked dead.
Kagome sighed and looked at Sesshoumaru. He seemed to be examining the room, and wouldn’t look her in the eye. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Kagome looked to the front of the room, and neither looked behind them when the door opened and a scrawny young man walked into the room.
His hair was cut in a bowl-shape style, framing his oval face closely. It looked to be either greasy or slicked down, and he had acne completely covering his face. He was bucktoothed, with large-framed glasses that made his eyes look way out of proportion, and walked with a slight limp. He hunched over as he walked, his pants were hitched way up and barely covered his ankles.
His socks were long and you could see them under his pants. They seemed to continue the whole way up his leg, like a woman’s pantyhose. His voice sounded nasally when he talked, and instead of breathing, he heaved, with a slight whistling noise coming from his nose.
“Well,” he breathed. “It seems we have a problem here.” his nose whistled with every syllable. “It says here,” he looked down at a file that he had pulled from a manila envelope. “That you’ve been in a fight.”
Kagome snorted, blowing her bangs from her face and crossing her arms over her chest as she looked away.
The man continued. “It also states that you two were caught in the act of *osculation. Now, if you’ve read the handbook, it’s against the rules to osculate. Usually, one would be kicked out of this home for such an act, but we feel sympathy for the reasons you’re here,”
This time it was Sesshoumaru who snorted. “So we’ve made an exception.” The man’s voice was getting louder at each interruption, as he got more irritated. “You may stay, but under the circumstances that you change roommates. Kagome, you will be rooming with *Letcherantiny, Miroku, as it seems to be the only empty room available. Sesshoumaru, you will be rooming with no one. As such, neither of you are to come into contact without supervision. It’s great that you two have formed a relationship, but such is not allowed at this residence.
“Kagome, your belongings will be removed from your former quarters into your current ones in the morning. You will be allowed five minutes to gather the most essential possessions after you leave this office. This will include an outfit to sleep in, an outfit to change into tomorrow, and any toiletries that you find necessary. I’m sorry that it has come to this, but you knew the rules when you came here, and you will abide by them. If you are found to break any after this, you will be thrown out without warning.”
Just as Kagome and Sesshoumaru were about to leave, the man held up a hand. “I have one more important thing to say. Sesshoumaru, you were to leave next week. This is no longer so. You will be staying an additional five months. Kagome, though it was a couple more weeks before you were about to leave, you will also be staying an additional five months. I’m sorry for this inconvenience, but you will be starting the sessions over again, for fear of relapse after this…incident. You are excused. Thank you for your time.” With a nod of his head, the wiry man stood and left the room, leaving the door open to allow them to exit.
Sighing, Kagome was the first to leave. Sesshoumaru remained seated long afterwards, avoiding her by allowing her more than enough time to gather her things and settle into the room next door.