InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Returning to the Path of Sesshoumaru's Eyes ❯ Sake Slip-Ups! ( Chapter 15 )

Sake Slip-Ups!

 

 

 

Kagome stirred the pot of rice, making sure the underside was not getting burnt. The light from the fire softened her features- this year she would be turning thirty years old. Truth be told- she felt older. Sometimes she winced at Inuyasha's brute immaturity, other times she patiently reminded herself it was Inuyasha's way of keeping their space.

 

Kagome had longed for the hanyou's touch, or confessions of love for some time. After Kikyo had passed on, he had grown solemn for a period in which Kagome left him space to grieve. Then space to decide. Then, the walls of their separation slowly broke way, both of their hearts tugging for the other. A burst of laughter slammed her back into reality. Shaking her head clear, she refused to let her thoughts drag her down further.

 

“Kagome, you've hardly touched your sake!” protested a laughing Sango. Kagome smiled back at her- it was good to see her smiling. Sango was flushed with the sake already, and leaning against Miroku's shoulder. Kagome grinned, taking a sip. “Hey, I have an idea!”

 

“Oh, no, not again!” mumbled Inuyasha, his mouth full from rice cakes. “What's your idea?”

 

“Hey, what's wrong with my ideas?” Pouted Kagome, her cheeks red with annoyance.

 

“Stop.” Said a calm, cool voice.

 

“Whatever, Sesshoumaru.”, growled Inuyasha. “What's your idea, Kagome?”

 

Kagome perked up. “Well, in my time, people often play drinking games. One is where you spin a bottle, and whoever it points to you have to kiss. Then those two people have to drink. Another is where each person has to tell two “truths”…one of which is made up, and the other is real. We go in a circle, and if you guess wrong, you have to drink some sake. If someone calls you out on your lie, you have to drink!”

 

“Wait…how can you tell two truths if one is wrong?” interrupted Inuyasha.

 

“Inuyasha, let's try these games of Kagome's time.” implored Miroku with big eyes. Sango giggled in agreement, her cheek resting against his shoulder.

 

 

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The gang had gotten bored of the first game, since Sesshoumaru promptly destroyed the bottle when Inuyasha had spun it to point at him. But poor Shippou sat in the corner scowling since he was made to kiss Kilala. Upon his request, they decided to move onto the next game.

 

 

“You start, Sango!” asked Kagome. Sango took the flask and giggled. “Um, ok. The first one is….I'm deathly scared of monks…and the second is that one day, I would like a baby boy.” The group cheered, and Miroku guessed. “I think you are lying about your `fear' of monks, my dear Sango.” Sango giggled, drinking another sip of sake, and passing the flask to Shippou, who was seated next to Sango.

 

“Ok- I hate the taste of sake, and I always wondered what Kilala would look like as a human.” He looked at Kagome with large eyes, awaiting her response.

 

“Um…strange. Well, I'll go with you hating the taste of sake.” Shippou giggled, “Nope!” Everyone opened their mouth to say it, but Miroku' voice broke through first “I think the other is the truth!” Shippou grinned, “You're right, Miroku. Kagome, you have to drink!”

 

Kagome tilted her head back to take a generous gulp, and then handed it back to Miroku. “Your turn!” Miroku scratched his chin thoughtfully, and then answered with a sorrowful tone. “Alright, then…I am…I know it will be a shock- but I am a virgin, and-“

 

“THAT'S TRUE!!!!” all exclaimed, and Miroku's shoulders slumped. He handed the bowl back to Kagome. “Well…I once flashed the entire school by accident, and I have touched Kikyo's breasts. What?”

 

Miroku, Shippou and Inuyasha both stared at her with open mouths. Sango looked shocked. Kilala hopped up to Sango's knees, waving her paw in front of her face to snap her out of it.

 

“No way….” Protested Inuyasha.

 

“Ohhhhh….way…..” drooled Shippou.

 

“Ohhhhhhh………yes!” moaned Miroku.

 

Sango guessed. “You flashed your school?” Kagome beamed. “Nope!” The men all moaned. “That's no fair, in all the time I knew Kik-" Inuyasha stopped upon receiving a glare from the entire group. “Fine, ok, my turn.”

 

Kagome grinned, handing the bottle to Inuyasha. “Ok, fine, here I go. And you have better not laugh. I have to think of something.” He took to moment to look across the fire, noticing Sesshoumaru was barely paying attention, his eyes tracing over the village in the valley below and his fingers weaving the blades of grass and thin branches together. “Ok, the first one is…I've always wanted to be human. The second is- I've always been envious- I mean, Sessh- I wish I got to know my father.”

 

Miroku and Sango were whispering sweet nothings in each others ears. Shippou was teasing Kagome about her revelation, but her eyes were locked on Inuyasha. “Oh, Inuyasha…that had to hard for you to say.”

 

For a moment, Inuyasha was tense, waiting to see any sign that he had heard. Sesshoumaru turned his head slowly to Inuyasha. “Sometimes, brother, I wish you knew him too.” Inuyasha's face twisted from shock to a large grin. “So what's your truth, Sesshoumaru?”

 

 

“I do not want to die like my father.” Inuyasha took a moment to contemplate. “I'll drink to that.” Leaning over, he grasped his brother's wrist, and Sesshoumaru braced his. Over the small fire they shook hands of truce, erasing the fights of the past. After all, differences aside, they were still brothers.

 

 

Kagome watched with a small, Mona Lisa smile.

 

 

 

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“Sango?”

 

“Yes?”

 

There was a long moment of silence. The quiet moment roared with the rushing of blood in their veins. They both waited for the moment to come. Finally, he sighed, letting the air escape his lungs freely. “Just let go.”

 

“May I hold you?”

 

Sango's eyes widened at his question. With only a second's consideration, she moved forward. She entered his extended arms, sliding hers around to clasp her hands onto his lower back. “Yes, Miroku.” She rested her eyes, closing them peacefully, and laid her cheek against his chest above his heart. She felt one arm wrap around her, and the other draw up her chin slowly. There was a soft smile on her lips and he leaned forward and finally kissed her there, in the light of the crescent moon.

 

 

 

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Rin protested the maid. “I refuse to put on that nasty stuff! I'm sorry, but I will go without it.” The maid pursed her lips together. “Very well, milady, but once you are married, as you have been, it's custom to blacken your teeth in these parts. You will be seen as unlady-like!” Rin snorted. “I really don't care about being ladylike, after all I am still to teach dance, and my husband isn't directly the heir to the throne. It'll be fine.” Rin waved her hand for dismissal, and maid gave up, closing the door behind her. Rin looked ahead onto her small dressing table, leaning forward slightly to grasp her mirror. There, she saw a ghost of herself in her eyes. They looked large, haunting, and almost dead. She whimpered slightly at the sight, repeating the mantra that rushed through her brain for the past few hours. “I am doing what he did. I married. I had too, just like he did. He would be proud of me if he saw what I am doing now. And one day, we might be joined again.”

 

Rin blinked back tears, trying to forget her memories with him. Any day now, her new husband would be here, and there wedding night would commence. She had to get it together.

 

 

“Sesshoumaru! Are you trapped by this `honor' and `duty'? Why don't you just live? -Or are you scared of becoming your father-“

 

Rin was cut off from any more. At first she though she had died, hearing a roar and the wind rustling throughout the room, then she realized Sesshoumaru's lips were on hers. At first she was too terrified to move, and then her body licked with fire as she brought her trembling hands up to his bare, muscular shoulders. Trails of tears slid down her cheeks and onto the floor. His lips melded into hers roughly as their bodies pressed against each others' passionately. His hips ground into hers as she responded hungrily by running her fingernails down his back. Rin's head swirled dizzily as she thought with wonder, “Sesshoumaru is kissing me”.

 

 

“Sesshoumaru-sama? Sesshoumaru…dearest-” He spun around quickly, and drew her close to his chest, ragged breaths escaping and trailing down her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. She felt a warm wetness at the collar of her kimono, and together their knees gave out. Under the falling petals and the soft moss of the garden floor, Rin lay there and held the Great Lord of the West close to her heart as he cried.

 

 

Rin couldn't believe her ears. She just experienced her first kiss, and from the man she loved no less! Was everything that she had done shameful to him? She stood up at him, strode over and slapped him. “I am -NOT- just another ningen! How dare you remind me of that every chance you get! I ran into danger years ago to save Tenseiga for you, not because you needed it for strength, but because it was a keepsake from your father! Don't you remember that? I will prove to you one day that I am different! Just you see! Then you'll be sorry for calling me that!”

 

 

Her hands shook as she rested the mirror on the table top, and picked up the sake bowl. She took a sizable gulp, as if to forget all of her memories by washing them away. A small tickle escaped by the left corner of her mouth, which she wiped away with the back of her hand. Placing the empty bowl, she felt the sake at work warming her veins and heating her tears. Scowling, she wiped at them with the back of the same hand. Taking her comb, she idly ran it through the ends of her locks. She heard a quiet, gentle knock at the door.

 

 

“My wife- I hope I am not interrupting. I hope you find your quarters reasonable, no?” His kind face beamed down at her, his fingers nervous at his sides. She could tell he wanted to reach to her, and to hold her, but was awaiting her vocal approval. She tried not to hesitate for too long before moving forward to take his hand. Her body felt alien and strange, acting of its own accord as she brought her arms around his waist. There, for husband sighed happily, knowing that it was alright. “I am so pleased to have the most beautiful wife. Our life will be perfect together.”

 

“Yeah” said Rin timidly, “Perfect…”

 

 

 

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“You are restored to your former beauty, Aikou-Akan. His son is also among the living. Everything is going according to plan.”

 

 

The demonness strode over to him angrily. “Not everything, Naraku. That Rin girl is still alive, no? I want her dead.”

 

Naraku laughed. It wheezed and rasped deep in his throat, like sandpaper grinding against flint. “Why, so you can claim Sesshoumaru as your mate once more?”

 

She growled, crossing her arms. “Pathetic- I would never touch the man that preferred human flesh over me. He is such a fool. I simply wish for that little slip of a girl to die a violent death for eyeing me with those large, annoying, damned eyes of hers.” She took a moment to look down at Naraku, a small twitch within the corners of her mouth. “As for mating, I would much more prefer a creature that knows exactly what he wants, and isn't scared to have it.” She slid down to her knees in one fluid movement, just steps away from his sitting form. Her eyes locked with his, she sauntered on all fours to his body. Her lips were only an inch away, her hands on each of his inner thighs lightly massaging them. “However, there are more important matters right now- let me thank the demon that has brought me back to life.”

 

Naraku snickered inwardly. She was a creature of pure malice and hatred now, and at his disposal. He would truly enjoy her pleasurable company for now, even if he had no intention of killing that girl just yet. He needed her- he sent just enough demons to allow Sesshoumaru to think she would be in danger.

 

 

 

 

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“Mew.”

 

 

Shippou looked down to see Kilala watching him. He had gone off a distance to think for a while, hoping to forget the thoughts that constantly plagued him. His jaw was now square, and his long auburn hair was tied back. His shoulders had rounded and his calves were strong. He wore short hakama, preferring to feel the wind against his legs as he ran. He was now eighteen, and his still young and impressionable heart wished to have a girlfriend. However, it seemed as if fate had something else in mind.

 

“What is it, Kilala? Whatcha need?” He sighed as he watched the demon cat walk away a few steps. For some reason, Shippou felt the need to follow her. She stopped and looked at him, and with a small meow she continued into the forest. There, a sizeable river was rushing by within the clearing. Kilala hopped into the water, sinking to the bottom without bothering to swim. His brow furrowed in concern, and in one quick movement he slipped off his clothes. “Kilala!”

 

Jumping into the water, he didn't see the cat demon anywhere. Looking forward, he saw a young woman floating in the water. Rushing to her, he saw the she had light blond hair and dazzling emerald-hued, almond shaped eyes. She reached out to him, her fingers caressing his shoulder.

 

“Oh….” He looked down, realizing that there were black stripes along her wrists. Letting his eyes trail down her body, he felt himself harden. A soft hand stroked his chin, raising it up to meet her eyes. There, in the center between her brows, was a black diamond mark. “Kilala…”

 

She grinned- a toothy smirk that showed the tips of her fangs. She turned, swimming for shore at a breakneck speed. Shippou gazed at her as if stuck in a daze, and then quickly took after her. “A chase…she wants a chase…” His mind screamed with joy as he ran out of the water. He saw her small, lithe body strewn on the shiny, glistening pebbles, her hair fanned out from behind her. He pounced onto her, digging himself deeply into her. She never spoke, but let out mewls and moans of pleasure. Shippou groaned as he came, slowing down to catch his breath. Kilala winked, reaching up to nuzzle her cheek against his neck, and grinding her hip against his. He shivered in pleasure as she flipped him over, rocking against him until he was ready to continue again.

 

 

 

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Morning broke, and the camp was slowly to rise. Miroku and Sango were curled up in a bag together, Inuyasha was leaning against a tree trunk with Kagome's head on his shoulder, and off in the forest Kilala and Shippou awoke to see each other- except Kilala had returned to her natural form. Shippou's ear piercing, shrill scream echoed throughout the forest, birds fled from the treetops, and dust rose from the vibrations of his voice.

 

“Mrm…Kagome?”

 

“Yes? I have a horrible headache.”

 

“I think Shippou screamed. Like a girl. Just now.”

 

“Let Sesshoumaru get it.” Kagome mumbled as she snuggled in to the warmth of his chest, happy to feel his heartbeat for a while longer.

 

 

 

 

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“Sesshoumaru…you are here.” The moon shone from behind him, leaving only his silhouette visible. “Rin” he murmured, taking her into her arms. His lips made a trail down to her breasts, ripping the soft white kimono open. His claws pinched at her sides as he suckled on one flat, coin-sized pink nipple, her hands drawing circles on his shoulder blades. He nipped on her breast, causing her to dig her nails into his flesh. He growled, hoisting her up onto her dresser. Their mouths battled each other's as their hands shook and fumbled through the other's clothing- Rin's kimono slid to the ground, and Sesshoumaru's armor came down onto the ground with a loud clatter, with his haori following. Rin clutched at his hair as he parted his hakama and slid them aside. Breaking the kiss, they stared deep into the other's eyes waiting for the moment to come. A glimmer of carnivorous lust flashed through his eyes, and with a jerk, he entered her…

 

Rin awoke with a start. Her sheets were a tangled mess, as if she had thrashed about in her sleep. She dreams had been pleasant- no…absolutely breathtaking. Her nude body was covered in a sheen of sweat from the heat of her dreams, and the morning's hot sun. The warm breeze flew in from the window, the light of mid-day flooding her room. Her new husband was gone- he left shortly after they consummated their marriage. He had been gentle and very sweet- it just surprised Rin that they had separate rooms. However, she was glad for the distance.

 

She rose from the bed, and slipped on a white haori that ended at her knees. Covering her frame, she lazily stumbled over to the window to close it. There, with a shock, she discovered a crown of flowers placed on the windowsill, just like the ones she used to make for her Lord Sesshoumaru. She frantically peered outside, seeing no sign of any footprints outside, or disturbances along plants by her window. It was as if it had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere.

 

“Sesshoumaru-sama” she sighed softly, hoping wherever he was, he could hear her whisper against the wind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AN: This week fanfiction.net receives my latest chapter first (and a day before any other site) to the most reviews for chapter fourteen. I highly enjoyed writing this chapter, and I hope you enjoy reading it. And now, for a hint on next chapter: two people die, who do you think they are? Also, I am accepting fan art submissions for this story. Thank you very much, and please review!