InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sesshoumaru, sit! ❯ Unusual things ( Chapter 13 )

The Inuyasha gang stopped at a small village for rest, with the help of Miroku's many tricks.

`I sense an evil cloud over your inn. I will remove it by morning.' So the innkeeper gives them a place to stay and a free meal.

Everyone looked oddly at Sango, who walked along with a harsh expression on her face. They were worried about her, especially after Miroku told them about her flare-up after the miko incident.

"Sango-sama," called Kagome after glaring at the monk. "Are you alright?"

"Of course, Kagome-chan. Why wouldn't I be?" she smiled.

"Errr…nothing…it's nothing." The girl frowned. Sango sounded cheery. Too cheery considering the recent events.

"Sango, if there's anything bothering you, I think it would be better if you get it off your chest," Miroku said, walking ahead next to them. "I'm still your friend. No matter what you think." He looked solemn.

Sango seemed to think about it. "Really?"

He sighed in relief. "Really."

She walked closer to him. "Thank you, Miroku-sama," she nodded and smiled.

He smiled back brightly; then his eyes bulged.

"Mmmm…" Sango murmured, looking like she's eaten her favorite sweet.

"S-s-sango!" the houshi squeaked.

Kagome was too busy collecting her fallen jaw to say anything. Something must be wrong with her eyes; because she could almost swear that, at this very moment, Sango was leisurely groping a very flabbergasted monk.

Inuyasha and Kagome regained their voices together.

"Miroku! What did you do to her?!"

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He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so angry, fuming all over the place. A monk should always keep his cool, he thought, scanning the village for a certain Taijiya.

He saw her ahead. She walked up to a particularly handsome flower merchant and knelt. His heart in his throat, he zoomed over to them.

"Handsome, Akira-san, would you bestow upon me the honor of bearing your child?" she proposed Miroku-sweetly. The young man was shell-shocked, blushing like crazy.

"Sango!" He was at her side, yanking her up and dragging her away. "What's come over you?!" trying not to scream and tear his hair out.

"Agh! Miroku-sama, he didn't even answer me yet!"

He gawked at her pouting face, but didn't slow. "Sango-sama, if this crazy tirade is some sort of revenge-!"

"Why, no, I just found I like it. No wonder you can't stop, houshi-sama. I understand now," she nodded solemnly. Miroku stopped walking and stared at her dumbly.

"Besides, I want to have plenty of children," she smiled. "Of course I'll have to go one at a time -man I mean- but…" She looked up thoughtfully, not seeing the monk's darkening face. "Just to be sure who the father is, I'll wait an appropriate length of time to ascertain my pregnancy then try again-"

He didn't hear anything beyond that. She was so beautiful; it was unlikely she'd be turned down as often as he. After all, men were far more willing to do these things. She'd be with...child- gulp- in no time.

He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "I don't know what's gotten into you, Sango!" his voice louder than usual. "But if you want children so much, I'll be more than-"

She shoved him away, fury evident in her eyes. "Miroku-sama! You are the only one I don't want to have children with…!" she stopped at his stunned-pained expression and marched away to the inn.

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She was getting sick.

When they first started, she was terrified and exhilarated, but after five hours, her stomach was complaining more than a little sharply. Rin looked admirably accustomed to flying long hours, but she wasn't. If they didn't stop soon, she'd puke!

Amaya groaned and leaned into Rin's back. It was amazing she hadn't retched long ago. "Ah-Un…I'm dieing here…" she moaned, "I beg you…give me a-" gag, "-break."

The animal breathed through his nose once and descended with a roar.

He had barely reached the ground when she slid off slowly. She pushed herself away, swaying and moaning, a hand on her stomach and the other on her mouth.

"Amaya-sama, you look like Jaken!" Rin exclaimed.

"Oh, God!" she groaned. "I hope you're-" gag, "talking about my complexion."

"Weak human! Get over your illness so we can go!"

If she wasn't feeling so bad she would have stepped on him.

Sesshoumaru arrived, looking expressionlessly annoyed- something only he was capable of. "What is the matter?"

Jaken huffed, turning to his master and away from the girl. "This worthless ningen dared to stop us because of a silly stomach ache-" shriek!

He was sent flying into a tree with a shoe imprint on his butt. Amaya groaned, her insides flipping in protest at the sudden movement. Never turn your back on someone your insulting, she thought with a mental humph!

"I feel awful. I refuse to lose my lunch!" Moan.

The lord gave a low snort and sat down, making himself comfortable on the pelt.

Oh, thank God! He's letting me rest! Of course, the gesture -given however reluctantly- made her like him a little more. She wasn't the unappreciative kind. Maybe too appreciative sometimes.

But the guy was so full of emotional shields she didn't know how to be nice to him without running into the brick wall of his attitude. She always felt awestruck whenever he gave something as simple as a smile. Which he only had once. It felt so much like an accomplishment she imagined herself raising a victorious flag, standing on top of a mountain- even if his amusement was at her expense at the time. Gee, isn't it always?

She wanted to see what lay beneath those gazillion or so shields. Oh, bugger! Just because he did a few nice things didn't mean she should start caring about his emotional well-being!

She leaned against a tree opposite him, rubbing her upset tummy. He had saved her. It was the time she needed him the most and he was there. The thought made her feel all warm inside; and a little breathless. She wanted to kiss him again.

She blushed at the shameless thought and slid slowly to the ground. And it wasn't even a real kiss!

His eyes were closed so she took the chance to stare at him…at his mouth, to be precise. Why was she obsessing over this? It wasn't a real kiss!

She looked at the rest of him, finding every part perfect, attractive in its own way. Even his clothes, which she used to think overdone, now seemed flawless. The parts of his body she had seen, she had seen when he was injured, and they were…well, she had fanned herself a few times. And she remembered how he felt clearly now, when he had rescued her. He was so incredibly warm it was hard to believe he could look and act so coldly.

She jumped when he opened his eyes, his gaze colliding with hers. He looked annoyed, as if her peeking had bothered him. She blushed and turned away immediately, missing his confused frown.

She was scrutinizing me…the realization was oddly disturbing. It was annoying how she felt confident enough to look at him, touch him, or defy him, as she did so often, while she was nothing but a human. And it was irritating how she seemed proud of the fact. She confused him in more ways than one.

He caught himself still looking at her and turned away with a snort. His goal was too near for such petty distractions. As soon as he was free of the spell, he was sure all the ludicrous emotional rubbish she unwittingly put him through would be gone.

He heard her walk up to him timidly, her step hesitant.

She could feel his anger and she didn't like that she was the cause of it; not after what he did for her.

"You're still mad at me, aren't you?" she asked uncomfortably, standing above him. "You have every right, but-"

"Your insolence is forever irking me, human," he interrupted coolly. "The spell is the only reason you live." He hadn't looked at her once.

She flushed as anger mixed with disappointment filled her, and her fists clenching. "You are…you are…horrible! And ungrateful! And-"

"I recall clearly what you did in appreciation last evening," he said coldly.

She blinked. "I didn't mean it! It was a reflex! Of course I appreciate what you did…"she blushed, recalling flinging her naked self at him, crying like a baby; and his reaction to that. He hadn't pushed her away, or even just stood there. She remembered his arms going around her comfortingly…oh yeah. He was definitely warm-m-m-m. And he didn't have to do all that. He could have just saved her ass and left her there until she was ready to come back…or something like that.

Sighing, she plopped down on her butt next to him. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, watching the expression on his face change from deadpan, to disbelieving, to irritated. At her…insolence…no doubt.

"Well, you did say I could force myself upon you later." She fluttered her eyelashes at him mock-seductively, struggling with the giggle that suddenly wanted out. Wasn't she shy just a moment ago? I think I'm flirting with him…that seemed so laughable she almost couldn't hold it in. She had never flirted with anyone in her life, and the first time around she picks an ice block. Well…not a complete ice block, she mused.

"You are outrageous," his low tone screaming I-can't-believe-I-must-put-up-with-this-woman. "An insolent hellcat," he voiced evenly.

Her mouth formed a small O of surprise. "Me! Did you just call me a hellcat?" If I didn't know better I'd say he just…forgave me. She resisted the urge to smile, just incase she was wrong.

He looked at her steadily, his eyes slightly mischievous.

"Yes."

She quirked a brow, pushing aside the warm feeling spreading through her. "Hellcat? I know devils live there. Who's the demon here?" folding her arms in annoyance.

He snorted and looked away. "I wonder."

Her mouth fell agape.

He's teasing me! Well, he always teases me, but this is different! This is the both-of-us-laugh sort of teasing, not the I-get-mad-he-smirks-at-me sort…wow! Usually takes him forever to get back to an agreeable mood.

The giggle she had been so successfully holding in escaped, turning into a chuckle, then laughter. She held her stomach, trying to stop.

Sesshoumaru watched her from the corner of his eye curiously. Hn…

She stopped seconds later, turning to him, eyes shining with unhidden mirth. "A hellcat and a dog-demon," she gestured with her hands in the air. "Aren't we just perfect for each other?" She froze, flushing. She lowered her arms and looked everywhere but at him, praying that he hadn't noticed her slip.

But he had of course, smirking in amusement. The woman was always speaking without thinking; a flaw that usually had his temper boiling.

And now it did not? Was he turning soft?

The thought was so alien he felt his eye twitch. Never! Unlike his father, he would stay true to his heritage. Loving humans was taboo and to him, it always would be. He wasn't even sure this thing called love existed. Not in this destructive world.

She stole a peek at him and stiffened at the unexpected disgust she saw in his narrow eyes. She hadn't meant what she said the way it sounded, but…she didn't think the mere thought of them together would revolt him so much. Heh…I shouldn't care, I knew he hated ningens.

She squirmed. "I…it was a slip of the tongue. I didn't mean it that way," she explained dully. "I'm sorry if you misunderstood." She didn't dare peek again, concentrating on twirling a blade of grass on the ground around her finger.

He looked at her intently, sensing that he had hurt her feelings; how, he did not know.

Females, he scoffed mentally, getting up.

The sulking girl jumped at his sudden movement, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Ready yourself, onna. We leave now," he ordered, staring ahead.

She nodded slowly and got up, dusting herself. Her uniform should have dried by now, what with all the air it was exposed to. She looked up to start for the dragons, where her clothes were stuffed in a bag hanging at one side. She stopped in her tracks. Sesshoumaru was standing where he was, looking at her in such a way she felt he was trying to memorize her. She swallowed tightly, a blush creeping up her neck; his gaze was mesmerizing.

"Onna."

Jumping again, "Y-y-" gulp, "yes?"

His hand shot between them, and she blinked at the small red blossom held in it.

He's offering me a flower?! She gasped.

"When we arrive at the southern castle," she looked at him when he spoke, "eat this." He handed it to her. "It will sweeten your breath; we will be meeting a powerful demon lord." With that he turned and walked away.

She stared at the flower in her palm. "Sweeten my…?" A vein began pulsing furiously at her temple. "URRRRRRRGH!" she fumed, marching over to the staring dragons. That jerk! My breath is just FINE! And I was stupid enough to think he was being nice! Yeah right! She snatched the bag angrily, marching her way into the privacy of the forest.

She didn't see the great lord's lips quirk.

"Jaken," he called in his usual toneless voice.

The small youkai was immediately at attention. "Yes, master?"

"Call Rin. We will be departing."

"As you wish, my lord." He scampered off.

Sesshoumaru tested the air where the woman had disappeared, not sensing any danger. She seemed the disaster magnet when she was alone.

Meanwhile, Amaya was behind a thick bush, taking off the sky blue kimono clumsily. Eat this, it will sweeten your breath, she mocked in her head. I swear, I don't know how I put up with him!

`He didn't even try anything.'

Yeah! I mean, no…! Where did that stupid thought come from? She shook her head.

`But it's the truth. I mean, who wouldn't want to play with someone who looks like that?'

Amaya blinked, cocking her head and blushing. I…I can't be thinking this…nonsense!

`You're not. But being telepathic, I can tell you what you are. If you want.'

The schoolgirl gasped, turning slowly to her right…

She screamed.

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