InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Search for the Shikon ❯ Friendship ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

“You're mine now, Bitch!” InuYasha growled menacingly.

“You have no power! I will not lose this fight!” Kagome seethed, her eyes flashed a victorious sheen.

A dull glow flashed across their faces as they fought. Their eyes grew narrow and fierce under the pressure. Tension flooded the air.

“Keh.” InuYasha bared his teeth. “I have no need of power, you're just a weak girl!”

Kagome fumed. “Weak girl? Can a weak girl do this?!” She lunged and power punched his chest cavity until the man was bloody and lifeless.

“Kagome?” InuYasha sighed below her.

“Yes, lowly one?” Kagome looked down at him and leered.

“Can we get back to work? We've been at this for two hours.”

Kagome looked at the PlayStation game and smirked. “You're just saying that because I whooped your ass.”

“Keh. Whatever.” InuYasha flicked the controller away from him and crossed his arms. He leaned back on the floor he was sitting on and rested against the side of the double bed. He glared up at Kagome who was sitting above him, cross-legged on the bed. “We've wasted enough time.”

Kagome giggled and flicked the PlayStation off with its remote then stood beside him and stretched. Her arms reached high, lifting her white t-shirt to reveal smooth tanned torso. She dropped her arms unceremoniously and grinned down at him. “Well, it's your fault. You're the one who `challenged' me.”

InuYasha growled, his hard gaze flicking from her now covered stomach to her eyes before she noticed. “How was I supposed to know you had no life?”

Kagome glared at him and her hands jumped to her hips dramatically. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“What kind of girl is an expert at fighter games?” InuYasha stood up lazily and smirked down at her. He stretched his arms up and out, flexing a few muscles out of habit.

Kagome gaped, watching his pectoral muscles tighten against his dark shirt. She flicked her eyes up at his amused ones and she quickly gained her composure with as much grace as she could muster. Oh I am so going to get you back for that one. She made a childish face at him and turned to walk out the bedroom door. “It's a Shrine, you `tard. My brother and I didn't have much else to do when we stayed here.” She flicked her hands at the room. “And by the looks of it, Souta still doesn't do much around here.”

InuYasha dropped his arms to his sides, laughing softly at her flustered state. He cast his gaze around her little brother's room. It was defiantly a boy's room. Posters of motorbikes, girls and manga littered the walls, and several high tech appliances filled whatever space the room might have had. He shrugged in indifference before following her. “Where did you say he was?”

“Tokyo University.” Kagome led InuYasha out into the hallway. “During the fall and winter he stays at the dorm, closer to the university, and the summers he spends here, learning from Gramps.”

InuYasha followed behind her. Having long been given the tour of the Shrine and now the house, there was only one spot left he wanted to see. “And where do you stay?” He asked lazily.

Kagome leaned up against a door at the end of the hall and looked him over shyly and seductively.

Small trembles of pleasure rippled through him uncontrollably with that look. She's good.

She smiled slyly and tilted her head so that her soft raven hair swept over and caressed her left breast. “I've never had a boy in my room before.”

InuYasha raised his eyes slightly and a grin spread across his face. “Oh?”

Kagome shook her head prettily. “Nope, none. You're my first.” She looked at him with wide innocent eyes. Her full lower lip was caught between her teeth.

She's really good. InuYasha walked slowly over to her and leaned his hands on either side of her on the door. He breathed huskily down at her. “You know we shouldn't be doing this.”

Kagome scanned her caramel eyes down his sleek muscular form, then back up, to rest seductively into his own silver orbs. “Do what?” She asked shyly.

InuYasha felt a slight tremor hit his groin and he flicked his gaze up her appreciatively, approving at what he saw. Fuck, she's a pro!

Kagome flushed in spite of herself but still held her focus on his face.

InuYasha smiled and stepped back from her. “Tease each other like this.”

Kagome busted laughing, breaking the faux tension. “I know. We're bad.” She turned to open the door behind her. “But it's all in good fun until someone pokes an eye out and I'm not expecting you to poke `him' out anytime soon.”

InuYasha choked out laughing and watched the girl enter the room. Kagome was funny, charming and beautiful, not to mention the best tease. He was glad she could take as well as give as much as he did. He shook his head slightly and followed her in.

Scanning his eyes around he realized the extent of her research. Boxes were piled upon boxes, which lined the walls, leaving enough room for her opened suitcases and one messy single bed.

“I can see why you never had a guy in here. Where would you put him?” He remarked.

Kagome grinned. “Well, as far as I can tell he has two options that really matter.”

InuYasha raised his eyes questionably. “Oh? And what are they?”

“Above and below me.” Kagome winked and skipped over a box to land on her bed. She sat heavily down, making the bed bounce softly, and patted the mattress beside her.

Down, Boy! InuYasha smirked and stepped over the boxes to join her, tossing his satchel and coat behind them on the bed against the wall. The mattress was soft and her scent wafted around him. He inhaled deep in spite of himself. The smell of wild roses hinted across his senses. He growled seductively and looked down at her beside him. “So I'm your first?”

Kagome blushed deep and turned her head quickly to the boxes around them. “So you see what we're up against here.”

InuYasha blinked in confusion. Was it something I said? She certainly turned the conversation around quickly. And is she blushing? Don't tell me she's… no way! He shook his head slightly to get at the matter at hand. He surveyed the room quickly. “All this is stuff about the Shikon legend?”

Kagome shook her head and heaved a sigh. “Nope, unfortunately. Most likely half of these are Souta's comics and a good portion of the other half are spirit wards and souvenirs. It's our job to root through them all to find my research.” Kagome groaned and slumped back on the bed. “I'm so sorry. I had it all organized the last time I was here, but that was before Souta turned my room into storage. I was hoping to get through most of it before you showed up, but…” she waved her hands above her dramatically, “look at it all, and this is just one room!”

InuYasha scanned his gaze around again and groaned internally. “There are other rooms?”

Kagome sat up, brushing his arm in the process. Instinctively he leaned slightly into her before realizing and then quickly shifted away from her and settled on getting comfortable.

She nodded prettily. Her scent drifted over to him once more and he gripped his fingers into her mattress. “Damn.”

“Are you sure you don't want to quit now that you know what we're up against?” She smiled jokingly, but her eyes held slight inhibition.

InuYasha grinned, not looking at her. “I've dealt with worse.” He moved a box in front of him closer and opened the lid. Comics were filled to the brim. Shit, she wasn't kidding.

“I know, I've read your biography.” Kagome said before biting her bottom lip in embarrassment. “Um… I mean….”

InuYasha looked at her and smiled. “So Sesshomaru gave you reading material? What's it say?”

Kagome flicked her eyes at him before opening a box. “You should know, you've done it all.”

“I just want to make sure he didn't miss out on anything, that's all.” He picked up the box filled with comics and shifted it aside without any strain.

Kagome wheezed as she lifted a box in front of her and carried it over to a corner of her room. “Just your education and stuff. Nothing to be hyped up over.”

InuYasha raised an eyebrow and rolled up his sleeves before shifting through more comic filled boxes. “No, I guess not.”

They were silent for a few minutes before Kagome dropped a box in a huff. “How is it possible for you to do all that? How old are you? Three hundred?!”

InuYasha looked up at her flushed face and smirked. “Seven hundred and eight actually, this November.”

Kagome scowled and stuck her tongue out at him. “Figures. No mortal person could accomplish so much in one life time.”

InuYasha laughed. “I'm sure Sesshomaru exaggerated enough to make you think so.”

Kagome looked him over. “So you never went to law school, climbed Mount Fiji, dug up the Terra Cotta Army or learned seventeen languages?”

“No.” InuYasha hefted another box without looking at her. “I did all that. And it's nineteen languages.”

Kagome's mouth dropped and she flopped back down on the bed.

InuYasha turned to her. “What?”

She sat stunned for a few moments. “How…?”

“How?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.

“How come you quit law school? How far did you climb? How did it feel to dig something so amazing? How did you learn so many?! For fuck sakes, you're my age, you can't be over thirty!” She rushed each question out in a flood.

InuYasha chuckled. “According to my driver's license, I'm twenty nine.” Then he looked at her slyly. “How old are you?”

Kagome looked clueless for a second. “Um, twenty seven.”

Silver eyes flashed wide. “Twenty seven? Damn!”

Kagome grimaced. “Yeah, I know I look younger than that.”

He nodded dumbly. “Yeah, that's why I thought you were going to school. I thought you were eighteen when I first saw you.”

“Eighteen?!” Kagome laughed. “That's pretty bad.”

InuYasha smirked. “Well, you'd still look good in a school girl outfit.”

Kagome clobbered him with her pillow. “Shut up.”

InuYasha blocked the pillow and his lips quirked as he struggled to keep from smiling.

“What?!” Kagome blushed in embarrassed fury.

“Do you still sleep naked and alone?” He choked out laughing.

Kagome beat him a few times with her pillow before he grabbed a pillow and counterattacked, both laughing hard.

Downstairs Gramps shook his head. She'll never be a professional with the racket she's making.

****

“Say it!” A desperate scream filtered out the squeaking twang of the mattress springs.

Silken eyes of the prone man on the bed looked up at her flushed face and pale skin. They twinkled mischievously. “Never.”

Sweet agony flooded his groin as slick folds tightened and pulled at his cock. He trembled as he felt slight spasms of pleasure just before his desired release. Then it suddenly stopped. He groaned and bit his lip in angst.

“Say it!” Dark velvet brown eyes looked down at him in anger and passion.

“No.” He smirked and closed his eyes in bliss as she pumped her wet sex up and down his aching shaft, riding him hard and deep, to punish him for his sins against her. Trickles of sweat poured down his face in his earnest to hold control. She would not break him. Not this time. He would hold out this time.

She looked down at his face and growled. “Say it and you can have it.”

He opened his eyes wide to stare at her in disbelief. “What?”

She never stopped riding his cock. Instead she drove her hips down harder and faster. “Say it…” she groaned and flung her head back to gasp in pleasure, “and I will let you.”

The man stared up at her, panting with each thrust she dealt on him. “You're lying!”

She smiled deliciously down at him. She dug her nails into his tanned shoulders and dragged them down his sweat soaked chest to nestle into the soft hair by his manhood, which was saturated by her own juices.

“Do you really want to risk it?” She pushed down hard to sit fully on him, unmoving for the mean time, biting her lower lip in pleasure. She smiled wickedly as he growled at her in frustration.

He watched her in primal need as he disobediently bucked up into her sweet torture, but was unable to do more. She had tied him down to the bed, and he could not move his arms or legs from their bindings. He was prone, outstretched, and vulnerable. All he had left was his will power.

And he was losing this battle of passion. He was beginning to realize it now. She was always able to hold out longer, and he always gave into her pleasures. But he couldn't give in now. He had more than his honor at stake in this war of the wills. He also had his pride. If he gave in now, he would have to give up the one thing he could never let go of. His very nature would not allow it. He would not give in. He had to hold out longer!

He looked up at her, a strained grimace etched on his face as he tried to gain back his control. His hands gripped the nylon bindings wrapped around his wrists in an attempt to stretch out the pleasurable pain coursing through him.

She sat on top of him, panting, and her thighs gripped him hard to keep him in place below her. Her long dark hair fell in cascades around her body. A few strands were plastered around her sweat soaked breasts. She was tiring. He could feel her muscles quiver over his hips and straining manhood. It was all he needed to boost his control.

He smirked up at her and shook his head. He answered her in between shaking breaths. “No, you're lying to me. You will not break me this time.”

She looked down at him and her eyes grew darker in annoyance. “You don't trust me.” She stated more than questioned between soft pants.

His heart was racing hard against his chest but he still managed to look like he was in control. “As much as you trust me, my love.” He grinned boyishly.

Her face grew furious and she swung her leg over, unsheathing him from her tight, hot embrace.

He bit the inside of his cheek hard to keep from crying out from the loss and begging her to bury his need in her again.

She stood to look down at him on the single bed with an expression of hunted heat. Slowly, she picked up a small dagger on the bureau beside her, twirling it between her fingers and examining its sharp blade.

His face grew worried. “What are you doing?”

She stalked slowly, like a lioness, to the head of the bed and gazed down at his face. She flicked her eyes over him, before staring hard into his own gray orbs. With a quick twirl of her wrist, she cut the rope that held one of his hands.

In a flash he attempted to tear at the nylon rope on his other wrist before she grabbed his free hand and held it tight against one of her sweat salted breasts. He growled but balked at finding her straddling him again, this time above his face. She pressed her heated core near his mouth.

His eyes rolled back at the smell of sweet nectar around him and he flicked his tongue up uncontrollably to taste it. His hot pink appendage slid over the wet tang of her folds, before flitting it quickly on her sensitive nub. The hand that was held against her full soft tit began to pull and rub at it willingly until her nipple hardened. He began to groan heavily against her center as he lapped up salted tartness of her rosy pink flesh.

She bucked and called out in delight, gripping his black hair between her fragile fingers.

That was enough for him. He lapped at her savagely, drinking as much of her as he could. She shifted slightly and he could tell she was about to get off of him. He would not allow that. Not when he was so close to winning. Tearing his hand from her breast, he gripped his arm around her slender waist and began to bite and nip at her folds before slipping his tongue swiftly over her opening.

She moaned and grabbed his dark hair harder, thrusting his face further into her.

He complied and delved his tongue into her wetness, pumping his tongue like he wished his cock could do at that moment.

She called out his name over and over and he knew she was close. He eased his tongue out of her and began to rake it over her clit, swirling it around and around, pushing harder and harder onto it.

She screamed out in pleasure and he stopped before she could cum. “Do you yield to me?”

She looked down at him and smiled savagely, before flipping around and grabbing his cock in one hand and sinking her mouth over the tip. Obviously her answer was a no.

He yelped in pleasure and bucked up, delving all of his length into her mouth and throat.

She pulled him out slowly and looked behind her at him, glaring at him for his undisciplined action.

But it was wasted. He could not see her face. All he could see was her pink folds and hot opening. With his one free hand, he could have undone his bindings, but instead he….

She shivered in triumph as he slid two fingers into her folds and slowly pumped them into her, searching for the spot that would have her mewling in need. He again attacked her clit with his tongue as his fingers pressed down onto her g-spot.

She cried out and her walls clenched hard over his fingers. But she was not about to be undone so quickly. She gripped his cock hard and swallowed as much as she could, rubbing his heavy, tight sac underneath, before lifting her head and sucking down again. Over and over she sucked, swirling her tongue around the tip with every lift. Faster and faster she went with each pump of his fingers in her.

It was the final battle now. Which could withstand as much pleasurable pain before they had to erupt. Both were at the end of their ropes now, but he knew all it took was one tight nip on her clit to send her over.

He nipped.

She bucked and jumped off of him, closing her eyes to keep her desire contained. She shuddered as she clenched back the ebbing orgasm and breathed heavily.

Eventually she looked down at him and growled. “You're cheating.”

He smiled and moved his free hand to start to tear at the rope holding his other hand at bay. “All's fair in love and war.”

She growled harder and leapt onto him again, sinking his shaft into her soft folds and began to ride him hard. She reached for the dagger that she placed back on the bedside table.

He looked at her in mock confusion before she ripped the rope off the hinge of the bed to free his other hand, and then tossing the dagger to the opposite side of the room.

He sat up quickly, but she was quicker and pushed him back down, snapping both of his arms up over his head and held him fast as she rode him furiously, her wetness dripping down his dick and balls. Her sensitive nipples skimmed up and down his chest and the look of horrified defeat was etching into her face.

“Say it! For the love of fuck! Say it!!” She pleaded.

He shook his head quickly, looking up at her in earnest angst. He could swear his balls were turning blue from the pressure she was building and denying him all this time. “Not until you promise! Promise me!!”

She cringed, tears streamed out of the corners of her eyes. “I can't!!”

“Please, promise me!! I'll do whatever you want if you promise! Please!!!” He spat out, gasping and thrusting up hard into her, faster and faster, harder and harder. His balls tingled in pain and pleasure as they slapped up against her toned ass.

Her face was tormented but her body more so. “Yes!!” She screamed. “You can cum in me! NOW SAY IT, HOUSHI! SAY IT NOW!!!”

“I SWEAR I'LL NEVER GROPE YOUR ASS AGAIN!!!!” He cried and felt her heat pulse hard and fast and deep, swallowing the seed that was soon to burst from him. She threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy.

“I'm going to cum!” Miroku howled out as the flood of his long pent up loins tightened and gushed up in him, tingling the head of his shaft in the most erotic painful bliss he had experienced yet.

She leapt from him just in time to see his cum shoot up and spill onto his chest and stomach. His dick pulsed and shuddered with each gush of pent up need.

His eyes flashed open in pleasure, shock and denial. “No! You promised!” He gasped, his body convulsing with each quiver of his spent manhood.

Her legs buckled under her as she collapsed on the floor on the side of the bed. “And bear your child? Not a chance.” She panted. “But you swore that you would never grope my ass, Monk, you're bound by that vow.”

The dark haired man turned his head to stare at her in blissful angst. “But you promised.”

She shook her head and stood, gathering her clothing around her. “No, I just said `yes' and that you `can' cum in me. I did not swear I would let you.”

He shook his head in numbed shock before turning to stare at the ceiling. “Damn.”

“Monk, you just swore.” She laughed and donned on her panties and bra that were discarded around the red themed room. “You could go to hell.”

He swallowed and shut his eyes. “I think I'm there already.”

She giggled. “Was it that bad?”

He turned his dark gray-blue glassy eyes on to her. “No… my darling Sango. When I am with you I am in Heaven. Without, I am in Hell.”

She looked him over quickly and smacked him over the head. “Enough of that. I hope you've learned your lesson this time, Houshi. If you ever touch me again, next time I will hold you off so long that you'll wish blue was the only color your balls could turn.”

“Yes, my Sango.” With that, the monk sat up, untied himself and followed her to the shower.

A resounding slap echoed off the walls. “I mean it this time, Houshi!”

“Yes, Sango.”

****

“I'm spent!” Kagome fell back onto the bed behind her.

InuYasha slumped down beside her, and rested his back against the wall. He drew up a knee to his chest and looked over at her, prone on the bed with her legs draped over the side. Her long, dark hair was in disarray and spread like a fan around her head. She looked like the poster girl for sexiness. His lips curled in a sly grin as he watched her before shaking his head and closing his eyes.

She turned her head towards him, her cheeks warm and pink. “How long have we been at it?”

He opened his tired eyes and looked around the room. He was amazed at all the work they had done that day.

~~~

They had gone through each box. InuYasha was astounded by how many comic books one kid could collect over the years, but didn't bother to complain when he discovered a treasure trove of hentai manga. He only managed to read through a couple before Kagome discovered where his attention span had gone. He thought for sure she would bawl him out, but instead she picked up one herself and flipped through it.

After awhile she snickered.

“Why is it their eyes have to be bigger then their hands, have nose bleeds at any mention of body contact and at least one character has blue hair?” She tossed the manga back into the box and sighed.

“Oh come on! You got to have the blue hair!” InuYasha laughed and tossed the manga he was reading into the box beside her.

Kagome flipped up a strand of her own hair. “Blue huh? My friend Eri dyed hers pink once. But I doubt it was because of her hair that she gave so many guys `nose bleeds'.”

InuYasha smirked and moved the box to the side and reached for another.

Kagome did the same.

“So dress as a school girl and dye my hair blue and then I'll be all set.” Kagome tossed a strand of wavy hair over her shoulder. “Fuck that. I'd rather sleep alone than sleep with someone who doesn't even see me under it all.”

“You sound slightly bitter.” InuYasha teased. “I take it your last boyfriend didn't see the real you.”

“No.” Kagome frowned. “He saw the real me, it was just not how I wanted to be seen.”

He looked at her. “What does that mean? What happened?”

Kagome just shook her head and smiled softly. “It means he wasn't the one for me.”

InuYasha nodded and left it alone, though the idea left a bitter taste inside his mouth. He reached into the next box and hissed in pain as he pulled his hand out quickly. “What the fuck is all this?”

Kagome looked and saw his hand was covered in demon wards. He was shaking his hand furiously to flick them off.

Kagome giggled. “Gramps' ofudas, looked like he made them into stickers.” She looked up at his pained expression. “Are they burning you? Are you telling me you're a demon?” She winked.

InuYasha shook his head. “No, the fuckers are giving me paper cuts and they won't peel off!”

Kagome laughed and grabbed his hand. “Come here, you big baby.” She gently pulled each strip of paper off, realizing then how sticky they were. Soon she had to start pulling them off her own hand in the process.

Once she got them off she looked at his hand. “I don't see any cuts.”

He pulled his hand away and scowled. “They're paper cuts, not knife wounds. Of course you can't see them.” He poked a finger in his mouth and gave her a panged look.

She laughed and turned back to her organizing.

InuYasha watched her from the corner of his eye, and could still feel tingles from where she touched him.

~~~

InuYasha sighed and leaned his head on the wall. He gently rubbed the hand she touched unconsciously. “We've been at it for five hours.” He replied.

It was now roughly organized. One wall was devoted to Souta's collections and Gramp's paraphernalia. In the middle of her room sat one box.

“I can't believe you only have one box.” He growled.

Kagome sat up and frowned. “Yup.” Her shoulders slumped slightly. She knew it was a huge disappointment for him, but more so for her. She thought for sure there were other boxes, but they were nowhere she had searched so far.

InuYasha flashed his eyes over at her. “I thought when you said you were going to show me what you found, it was already found, and that there was more than one fucking box.”

Kagome shrugged. “It may be one box, but it's one box out of what I have found so far. There are still the archives and the Shrine's shed to look into. That's where I was when you came this morning.”

InuYasha wiped his hands over his eyes dejectedly. “Please tell me you found something relevant in the shed.”

“A bit. I haven't read them over yet.” Kagome yawned and stretched.

“Then we should have started there! Why the fuck did you have us go through all these boxes?” He ran his fingers through his hair, giving his head a good scratch in the process.

Kagome regarded him carefully and looked down. “I can't remember specifically the information but I know the gist. I needed this box to validate my research, but there are a few others I know that are around. I just need to find them.” She looked around. “Besides, I needed help cleaning my room.”

InuYasha growled and gave her a good shove. “Remind me to kill you for this later.”

Kagome chuckled. She stood and walked to the door. “I'm certain I will. How about we give this up for the day? I'm sure you have plans tonight, but not until after I feed you, to thank you for helping me. Unless you're not hungry?” She turned her head to him and tilted it questionably.

A loud rumbling emitted from his stomach as if on queue. He grinned devilishly and flicked his eyes up her body. “I'm always hungry.”

Kagome watched his expression before she turned to face him fully, smiling seductively. Slowly she began to run a finger up her stomach, between her breasts and then to her lips. “Tell me if I make it too hot for you.” She darted her gaze to his pants then to his eyes. “Because I can always blow on it.” She busted out in giggles and walked out of the room. “Come on, baka, I'll see what we have.”

InuYasha sat still for a moment, stunned that she just said and did. Holy fuck, does she actually do… that? A slight twinge settled in his pelvis and he groaned softly. Okay, maybe the teasing has gone too far. He might end up actually liking this girl.

He walked outside of the room to hear her call up to him.

“Gramps only has ramen! Is that okay?”

InuYasha stalled at the top of the steps. “Ramen?! Hell yeah!” Scratch that. He already liked this girl. This was not good. He would not fall for her. Problem was, he had a year left with her. Certainly he could handle a year. Too bad this was just the first day.

He walked down the stairs contrarily, but it quickly faded with the sound of her laughter and the smell of ramen.

****

Two hunched bodies sitting at the kitchen table turned in the direction of a closing door.

“So, how'd it go?” Miroku looked back at his hand of cards.

“Yeah, find out anything?” Sango looked at her own hand and reached to pick up another card from the stack.

InuYasha slumped in a chair between the two of them. “No, other than the fact not to wear a suit when I go over there.” He was dusty and he felt grimy. He was longing for a shower and to call it a day.

Both looked him over and smiled.

“So what's the `old battleaxe' like?” Miroku scoffed.

Sango kicked him under the table.

“What?” Miroku winced and put a card down, never missing a beat.

InuYasha planked his elbows on the table and rested his head in his hands. “Keh, fine.”

Both looked at him stunned.

“Fine?” Both quipped.

“I don't think I've ever heard you say anything nice about anyone before!” Miroku beamed. “Does this mean I'm right? She's a babe?”

Again Sango kicked him, harder this time around.

“Ow! What?” Miroku rubbed his sore leg and pouted at Sango.

Sango looked over at InuYasha concerned. “So do you think you'll get along okay with her?”

InuYasha sat up and crossed his arms. “Keh, as long as she gets the info I need, she'll be fine.” He stood up and stretched. He didn't like the direction this conversation was heading and the need to stay in was quickly dissipating. The last thing he needed were his friends asking questions and bringing up shit he already knew. “So are we going out tonight?”

Sango and Miroku looked at each other and shrugged. They understood his moods enough to know he needed to go out.

“Sure.” Sango nodded.

“I'm up for it.” Miroku smiled greedily.

Sango scowled at him.

“Damn it, woman! What?!” Miroku replied.

InuYasha shook his head and walked out of the kitchen towards the tall staircase that led to his own room. “I'm taking a shower. Sort out what's on the go when I get out.”

Both nodded and watched him go.

“I think he likes her.” Miroku mumbled.

“Let's hope nothing will come of it.” Sango hushed back.

They both stared at their cards, but were distracted by their thoughts. It was short lived however.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” InuYasha pounded down the stairs and stormed back into the kitchen. “IT'S BAD ENOUGH I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING, BUT ON MY BED?!”

Both blushed and got up quickly to run from the fury of the silver-eyed man.

“Well someone has to fuck on it, not like you'll ever!” Miroku laughed. InuYasha's face burned red and chased after him. Miroku yelped and charged out of the kitchen. “I'm a diversion! I'm a diversion! Run away, Sango, run!”

Sango busted laughing and ran after them.