InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Reversal ❯ The Gun Show! ( Chapter 4 )

Reversal

 

Chapter Four: The Gun Show!

A/N: a totally sweet review from bettychan made me squeal with childlike delight!! Thank you! This is also going to be in the pit…er…fanfiction.net. But, yeah,…not the real juicy stuff. The lemony goodness will be on here in all its uncensored glory. But don't get too excited yet…the lemons aren't quite ripe.

 

 

Her mother had been incredulous at first, refusing to believe Kagome. It had been Souta who had finally believed her, but only after asking her about various embarrassing moments in her life. Once, she heard Sesshomaru snicker behind her. She suppressed the urge to beat him to a pulp. It would not be a good idea to ruin her body.

 

She took Sesshomaru up to her room and rubbed her face.

 

“Geez, I feel so aggressive. Earlier, when you snickered at me, I wanted to smash your face. It must be really hard for you to pretend to be an emotionless ice cube all the time.”

 

“Indeed,” he said smoothly, eyes roaming over her room. Every so often, he would reach out and gingerly pick up something, a hairbrush, a tube of lip gloss, and sniff it. When he appeared to be completely bored, he sighed and turned to her. “Now, tell me this brilliant plan of yours and why it was worth enduring the utter idiocy of your family.”

 

“Hey! They're not idiots! I think you should stop being such a jerk. Maybe I'll just change my mind and not help at all. I mean, yeah, I'd love to have my body back, but I guess I could get used to this with time.”

 

Sesshomaru's face went a ghostly shade of white, and his hands balled into tight fists. A soft, pink shimmer appeared around his hands. Kagome backed up a step, hitting her head on a bookshelf and spilling all the contents. Sesshomaru blinked and the light disappeared.

 

“Okay. Let's start over. We don't like each other-“

 

“That,” he drawled, “is an understatement.”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes. “Fine. We hate each other. You think I'm a dumb wench, bitch, filthy human, etc…and I think you're a cold, heartless, murderous, jerk. Fair enough?”

 

He shrugged.

 

“Anyway, we're going to have to play nice until we sort this mess out. And there sits my plan!” She motioned to the computer on her small desk.

 

Sesshomaru quirked an eyebrow at her. “Your plan is a strange looking box?”

 

“This is a computer. It can retrieve all sorts of information from around the world in seconds,” she said, turning the monitor on, smirking when Sesshomaru jumped a little. “A human invention, by the way. In fact…I don't seem to recall demons inventing anything at all. Hmmm. Most curious, wouldn't you say, Sesshomaru?”

 

He leaned over her shoulder and gave the screen a light poke. When he spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on the monitor. “I thought you said we were going to `play nice', bitch?”

 

She frowned. He was right. She was being mean again. Teasing him was the only thing keeping her mind off the present situation's ramifications. If she thought about it too hard, she was afraid she would cry. It isn't fair! I'm a good person! Why does this crap always have to happen to me?

 

“Well? How will this curious box give us the answer we require? Must we ask it questions?”

 

“Oh. I thought I'd just google `double headed statue' and see what I can find.” She reached for the keyboard and sighed. Having one arm was annoying to say the least. She was assailed by a sudden rush of guilt. If it was not for her, Sesshomaru would still have both arms. Well, it had not been entirely her fault, but she had played her part.

 

She had to type with one finger, but got the job done. Hitting search, she instantly got about a thousand results.

“Okay, now to sort through all this,” she clicked on the first link and turned to face Sesshomaru, intent on explaining how the whole google thing worked.

 

His eyes were as wide as saucers, his mouth a little `o'. He turned the most interesting shade of reddish purple and then flung his hands over his eyes.

 

“That,” he began in a quivering voice, “is not going to solve our current situation, and I'm rather insulted at your insinuation.”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes again, and turned around.

 

“Holy crap!” she cried, clicking the back button as fast as she could.

 

Indeed, that kind of `double head' was not going to help them at all.

 

“I'm so sorry, Sesshomaru! See, a lot of people in the world are just…well, they're just icky perverts. You have to be careful with the questions you type into the computer, or you'll get stuff like that.”

 

He was still covering his eyes. She smiled. It was kind of cute to see him acting so…innocent? That was not the right word, but it was cute anyway.

 

“You can look now. I made the bad picture go away.”

 

He slid his fingers from his face, gave her a dubious glance and then looked at the computer. Sesshomaru let out a long breath when he saw nothing offensive.

 

“That disgusting display further proves my point about humans. All they care for is rutting.”

Kagome shook her head. “That's not true, Sesshomaru. Besides, I've met plenty of demons who seemed to have `rutting' on the brain.”

 

A sneer curled his lip and he looked down at his legs. “Oh, I have no doubt of that. Though I'm rather confused as to why my brother would let his mate whore herself. He has no honor, but then, that's not really surprising considering what he came from.”

 

Kagome jumped to her feet, and before she could stop herself, she soundly backhanded Sesshomaru, sending him reeling to the ground.

 

She was by his side in a flash, holding him by the shoulder.

 

He sneered up at her, teeth red with blood.

 

“You'll pay for that, bitch. Maybe not today, but you will pay.” His voice was low and dangerous, but Kagome was not afraid of his threats, her guilt overwhelmed her.

 

Tears stung her eyes. “I can't believe I did that! Are you okay? Does it hurt very much? I'm sorry, so, so sorry. But let's get one thing straight, Sesshomaru. I'm not a whore…wait…okay, two things straight. I'm not a whore and I'm not Inuyasha's mate,” she said as she rummaged around in her bag for a tissue.

 

She tried to blot the thin trickle of blood that trailed down his chin, but he jerked away, wiping it instead, on the back of his hand.

 

“This Sesshomaru does not need your apologies or explanations, bitch. Find a solution to this. Now.” He pointed a trembling finger at the computer.

 

She nodded. “Okay…but Sesshomaru?”

 

He did not answer.

 

“I have to pee again.”

 

Sesshomaru shook his head vigorously, but then he stopped and narrowed his eyes. He gripped her by the shoulder suddenly, fingers digging into the stump of her arm. Pink light flared from his fingertips and sent shooting pains throughout her body. She bit back a sharp cry, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

 

The pain intensified, growing hot, then cold. Finally, it got so bad that it made Kagome dizzy. Her youki fought against the purity of Sesshomaru's miko powers. Fought it so hard that she smooth passed out.

 

 

 

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Sesshomaru eyed his handiwork as he wiped at the sweat on his brow. Excellent, he thought smugly. Not only do I have my arm restored, but I won't have to assist that bitch any longer.

 

He pulled up her sleeve and inspected the re-grown limb. It was a bit paler than the rest of the flesh, but it looked fine other than that. Kagome's brow creased and she moaned softly before her eyes fluttered open.

 

“What'd you do that for? It really hurt!”

 

“Look at the arm, wench.”

 

“Huh?” Kagome sat up…using both arms. “Oh! That's really something! Well, maybe this whole experience won't be a total wash for you, eh Sesshomaru?” She gave him a bright smile.

 

He opened his mouth to reply, fully intent on telling her that even his restored arm was not worth the utter humiliation he'd had to endure, when a wave of dizziness stole his words.

 

Much to his shame, he was falling, his indecent legs giving out from under him. Kagome caught him in her arms, picked him up as if he were a mere child and laid him on her overly pink bed.

 

She looked down at him, a rueful smiled twitching at the corners of her lips. “Get some sleep, Sesshomaru. I'm going to go take a shower.”

 

He frowned. Sesshomaru did not know what a shower was, but he hoped it did not somehow involve his penis and the disgusting picture he had seen on the bitch's obscene box. Wanting to argue, he tried to sit up, to stop her from leaving, but he found that he simply did not have the strength.

 

When she closed the door, Sesshomaru felt a bubble of anxiety, in his chest. He was alone…not that it bothered him! He loved solitude! Yes, loved it to damn pieces! But it was a strange place, he reasoned with himself, and like it or not, the wench was his only guide.

 

His weak, human heart, however, did not agree and beat a mad rhythm against his sternum. Alarmed, he put a hand to his heart, fingers brushing the edge of one of his breasts. Breasts. I have breasts. He did not know whether this was something he should laugh or cry about.

 

Instead, he peeked at the door, and then down his blouse. He smiled slowly. For a human, the wench had a nice pair.

 

He went completely still. What in the name of hell was he doing? He was leering at the bitch's body! He silently prayed for a stray lightening bolt to end his pathetic life, when it dawned on him. What if the woman was leering at his…right this moment?

 

He felt his world narrow to a pin-point of hot fury and he bounded out of bed.

#

 

Kagome sat on the toilet, determined not to touch Sesshomaru's…THING. Ever.

 

When finished, she stood and began to strip the kimono off, struggling with the elaborate knots despite having two arms.

 

“Maybe,” she said to herself, “I should just take a shower with my clothes on.”

 

Instead, she just closed her eyes, focused and shed the remainder of her clothes. Kagome, she warned herself, don't you dare peek. Just turn around, ignore that the mirror is right in front of you, and get in the shower. Eyes on the ceiling! Yes! But hey…I wonder if he has stripes in other places…

 

That did it. She was a naturally curious girl. It had gotten her into the whole mess with the jewel and Inuyasha in the first place. Who was she to try to deny her nature?

 

She cracked open one eye and then drew in a sharp breath of surprise.

“Oh…oh, hello!” She kept her eyes above her waist and flat out admired her washboard abs, narrow hips, sculpted…everything.

 

“Bet yer real popular with the lady demons.” She flexed a bicep. “Tickets to the gun show anyone?”

 

Just then, the door to the bathroom flew open.

 

“I knew it!” Sesshomaru snarled, pointing an accusatory finger at her.

 

Kagome's hands flew to her chest, only to realize too late that she should have covered her crotch.