InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Road to Remembrance ❯ Indonesia ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter8

The Indonesian port they docked at was filled with bustling people of a dark color with a musky, spiced smell lingering in the air, but Inuyasha found he liked it very much. They had just docked there two days ago and Inuyasha already found himself enjoying the trip much more now that he had his shipmates' respect and friendship. In fact, one of his better friends, aside from Charley, was John. The thirty-four year old man had taken a much-improved interest in Inuyasha ever since his life was saved by the half demon. The two spent much of their free times telling each other stories and traditions of their countries. Inuyasha even went as far as revealing his demon heritage by showing him his ears. John, like any sane person, instantly demanded that he pet them.

At the moment, Inuyasha was having a beer at a local tavern with John, Charley, and Sam. He enjoyed sitting on the chairs rather than the floor, and the people inhabiting the port areas were so diverse that no one gave him a second glance for his silver hair or gold eyes. In fact, some even found it attractive. At the moment a group of giggling exotic beauties from across the inn whispered and blushed to one another as they stole glances at him. This led to Inuyasha being subjected to his friends' incessant teasing.

“Come on Inu—those birds have been eyeing you since this afternoon! You look like you could use a good lay,” John grinned at the teen. Inuyasha peeked back at the women and quickly turned around as he caught one of the group's eye. He could hear the girls burst into another round of giggles.

Sam laughed and poked him in the side, “Aw, look John! He's blushing like a virgin.”

Sam, John and Charley laughed uproariously and Inuyasha felt his face flush further.

“I'm not a virgin,” Inuyasha said hotly. This only fueled the table into more laughter.

“Well then yer a prude,” John stated.

“I am not!”

John and Sam looked at each other.

“Well then, I hate to break it to yeh lad,” Charley said solemnly, “...yer gay.”

“I AM NOT!” Inuyasha yelled, attracting the attention of a few patrons around them. He face was now red with anger and embarrassment.

The other three howled with laughter, leaning forward and slapping the table in their mirth.

“If you're not gay,” Sam said, wiping a tear from his eye, “Then prove it. Bed her tonight.”

Inuyasha felt his face darken at the challenge. He couldn't back down from something like this and prove them right. He was not a prude and he was not gay. But he didn't want to act like Miroku—he still had some morals left in him. Then again, it wasn't a big deal, was it? It's not like he'd ever see her again; they were leaving tomorrow after they finished loading the last of the goods. And besides—he'd done worse things when he was younger to survive. This was nothing...

“Alright,” he said haughtily, standing and walking towards the dame. He could hear the three sailors behind him snickering into their mugs as he approached the middle girl. She had long dark hair and large almond shaped eyes. She looked around his age and was clothes in a Javanese dress

“Apa kabar?” Inuyasha asked softly to her. He was surprised how easily he picked up the language since he got there. He was only there for a few days and he could already carry on short, broken conversations in Bahasa. The girls blushed and gazed at him through dark lashes. Her girlfriends all giggled and glided away, leaving the two alone. Inuyasha was suddenly very nervous. He had never been very forward with girls, and the one in front of him didn't seem to outgoing herself. He just had to pick the quiet and timid one.

“Baik baik saja, terima kasih,” she replied with a sudden, sly grin. Then, in one swift movement, she grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him towards her, smashing his lips to hers. The action caught Inuyasha off guard as he quickly abandoned all thoughts of her being shy. He felt her tongue probing his lips and he parted them, bringing his tongue forward as well. She tasted like spices and the kiss was both exhilarating and frightening for Inuyasha. The last girl he had kissed was a dead woman, so he wasn't too sure if he was up to par with what he assumed was some kind of geisha girl. Though if the soft moans she elicited were any indication he was doing just fine.

She pulled away slowly, licking her lips and mumbled something in Bahasa to him. All he understood was `leave' and `room'. She grabbed his hand, not seeming to mind his claws, and led him up a flight of stairs to the upper level of the tavern. Before he totally left the room he glanced back at his buddies, who were shooting his thumbs up signs and toasting to him.

Inuyasha was pulled into a small dark room with a mattress on the floor. He barely had time to look around before the girl was on him again, sucking and nibbling along his jaw line and lips. He could feel he fingers clawing at his shirt, pulling it away from his shoulders. And while his subconscious was still against his actions, the demon in him demanded that he take her, having gone for so long with out any sexual release.

Letting out a guttural growl, he attacked her neck, dragging his fangs along her jugular, causing her to moan loudly. He soon began pulling at her robes in the same haste that she was undressing him.

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Kouga walked aimlessly through Inuyasha's forest, lost in his thoughts. He should have taken Ayame as his mate when he had the chance. The last he heard was that she was courting a Coyote demon from the south. Now Kagome was gone as well. Where could she have gone that was unreachable to him? And why did mutt face leave?

Kouga paused in his musings as a familiar scent hit his nose. It was the kitsune that traveled with Kagome. Koga looked up at the giant tree he stood in front of. Sure enough, the kit was perched on one of the branches up high. The tree seemed ancient and Koga couldn't help but notice the faint scent of the inu hanyou clinging to the bark. This was definitely Inuyasha's territory.

“What are you doing here?” The kid asked roughly from his high seat. Kouga raised an eyebrow. Where did he pick up the attitude?

“I could ask you the same thing, brat.”

“Feh,” Shippo replied, crossing his arms and looking the other way.

“Great,” Kouga mumbled grouchily, “another one...”

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“Come on you lazy arses! Get a move on! We have a schedule to keep damnit!” the ever-feisty Captain Isabel Connors barked to her crew. The men merely exchanges weary looks and finished hoisting the rest of the cargo on deck. Isabel frowned and looked around, realizing the reason for their slow progress.

“Oi John, where's Inuyasha?” she called down to the dock where John and Sam were finishing some last minute haggling with an Indonesian merchant. John shared a quick, knowing grin with Sam and glanced back up at his captain.

“I'm sure he'll turn up sooner or later.”

“Well he better get his demon ass on this ship in twenty minutes or we're leaving him,” she growled before walking off.

“Mau makan kue dadar minta,” Sam said slowly to the merchant, trying to make the man understand him. The merchant simply granted him a final, weird look and walked off, shaking his head.

“What the hell did I say?” Sam asked, John shrugged.

“You just told him you want to eat Banana Pancakes,” an amused voice said behind them. The pair whirled around to face a grinning Inuyasha.

“Well, well. Look who decided to show up. Have fun last night,” John asked with a raised eyebrow and a lecherous grin. Inuyasha merely smiled, not as embarrassed about the whole ordeal so much.

“As a matter of fact I did,” He grinned, sweeping past them and boarding onto the ship.

“Oh no you don't boy,” Sam yelled, charging after him, “I want details. According to the headman this morning, you was at it all night.”

“Well of course,” Inuyasha conceded, “I have the stamina of a demon.”

He turned and walked off again, leaving two burly sailors gaping like gold fish.

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Yay! Inuyasha got laid! Lol. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.