InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Siren Sisters ❯ More havoc ( Chapter 4 )

CHAPTER FOUR: MORE HAVOC

 

The cart leaped and jumped, the bump under it going unnoticed as two girls fought vehemently about something, their sister sitting behind them eyeing them wearily, their grandfather driving the cart to their new home.

 

“No, I'm telling you, no body won! She didn't fight him, there fore, no bet,” Sango argued hotly, her Irish thick with her annoyance.

 

“Oh I see what this is about. It's not about money, but you don't want to cook.” Rin commented lightly, getting rolled eyes.

 

“And would you really be wanting me to?” Sango teased, brow rising. Rin looked at her, then shuddered, pushing back her wavy brown hair, something from her mother.

 

“Your right, I'll cook tonight. Well, whatever of it I can,” Rin sighed and looked to her right, watching the scenery bored. Silence reigned for most of the trip, the lack of sleep catching up on the girls. Soon enough, Kagome was leaning on a trunk for support, and Rin and Sango leaned on each other, each in their own little dream land.

 

In her dream, Kagome's hand came up to finger the vial at her neck, pulling it from her bodice, and examining the little petals intently. She waited by the pond she had met him, the surface like diamonds in the sun, little birds chirping in the trees. She took a breath, her mind giving her the scent of trees and grass. She heard him approach, the bushes rustling, and she turned to greet him, mood lighting. But she gasped when she laid eyes on—

 

“Kagome! Get up, we're here!” Rin hollered in her ear, her revenge for waking her that morning. Kagome groaned and rolled away, covering the damaged ear. She squinted her eyes open, and was greeted by Rin's smirking face.

 

“And that is why you don't kill me, you always be finding a way to get back at me,” Kagome hissed, and hopped form the cart with Rin, who was grinning madly. They joined their sister in front of the building, their grandfather telling them that this was what their father left them. They stood there opened mouthed.

 

“Holy mother of the fairies…” Sango groaned and rested her head in her hand.

 

“We are so in trouble…” Rin sighed and ran hand through her hair.

 

Kagome gave them an unsure smile, “oh come on guys, its not that bad…okay I'll take that back.”

 

Ignoring the dubious looks her sisters gave her, Kagome took a few steps forward, and examined the building before her, what their father had left to them beside the farm. It was a tavern, a run down, old, in desperate need of repair tavern. It made her cringe. The outside was darkened wood, starting to sag from rain, and green streaks ran down the front to announce growth. She didn't even want to see the inside, but she had to. Coming up to the door that had signs of mildew, she grasped the handle, opened it, and let it swing open. Mold wafted up her nose, making her back coughing. But she came back, and looked inside the dim interior. She sighed. It was bad as the outside, maybe worse. The floor groaned under foot, and water was dripping from the rafters. Old tables were broken and shoved anywhere, and to her, the stairs that led up didn't even to be stepped on to crumble. She walked back out shaking her head. Her sisters took it as a bad sign.

 

“Granda, when was the last time this place was actually open?” Kagome asked, arms akimbo.

 

He scratched his old head, pursing his parched lips. “Oh…I'd say around, ten years ago.”

 

The girls almost fell to the ground. Rin straightened and assaulted the man. “Granda! I thought you promised to run the place! What would Da say about this?”

 

“I did tell him, I wrote him. I couldn't afford to keep it open, there was a huge land tax a few years back, and it was all I could do to pay it. I had to close it down. But now that you're here, maybe we can reopen it.”

 

The girls sighed. Sango pursed her lips and paced slowly. “Well, first of all, fixing this place up is most important. But if we do, what then? We know nothing of the food here, how to make it, or what culture is here.”

 

“Granda could help us,” Rin suggested, the old man brightening. But Kagome shook her head, bringing him down.

 

“He can only tell us so much, but does he cook? I didn't think so. So what can we do?”

 

They pondered for some minutes, thinking of a way to bring the place back on its feet. Then Kagome brightened, soon followed by her sisters. They looked at each and smiled.

 

“Are you thinking…” Kagome said.

 

“What I'm thinking?” Sango finished for her, and Rin nodded her head. They grinned, confusing their grandfather. All together now.

 

“An Irish pub!”

 

“What?” he asked, but they ignored him.

 

“It's the perfect idea!” Rin cheered.

 

“Yeah. We can show people what the Irish are really made of! Besides, we've worked at them enough, been around enough, I think it might work!” Sango seconded.

 

Kagome went to say something, but stopped, rethinking. “But what of the actual pub? We'll need ale, food, and most all whiskey. Nothings a pub without whiskey.”

 

Rin thought, and snapped her fingers, “we'll get them imported, with the help from Captain McKenna.”

 

“But it takes a month to get there and a month back,” Sango whined, already thinking the plan will flop.

 

“Not from what he told me,” Rin piped up, “he said he was getting a new boat from his company, a new invention. He says it sails faster, and it's lighter and that getting here will only take two to three weeks. And remember they found that new passage through the Indian Ocean? If all goes well, we could be getting stuff by the end of the month since we need to order it, and he'll be back. And with the favor Kagome gave him, he'll probably be happy to oblige us!”

 

“By Saint Patrick's robes! I think she's on to something!” Kagome cheered and went to stand proudly in front of the soon to be pub. “A little lumber, and some work and this place will be good as new!”

 

“And you know what?” Sango chipped in, “there's a second floor, so we can rent rooms to travelers. And Kagome can have a room to herself for her healing, and earn some extra money. Fix up the kitchen for Rin, and let me run the main area, it just might work. And we can build a barn out back for horses. And from the looks of it, this place already has a cold cellar that needs to be cleaned. Guys, we just might be able to do this!”

 

Kagome turned to them, a smile gracing her face, and she quirked a brow, “why do think they called us the Siren Sisters?”

 

“Cause we can sing?” Rin tried.

 

“No, cause we can work miracles in the harshest needs.”

 

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Inuyasha strolled through the woods, a late night habit he developed ever since he was nine. Whenever he was restless at night, he snuck out and took a walk to ease his mind and tire his muscles. But right now, it wasn't working.

 

He just couldn't stop his mind from running around like a headless chicken, bumping into things. A breeze came by, cooling his bare chest and ruffling his sleeping garments around his legs as he stalked. An owl hooted and his gold eyes flashed in the dark. But he scowled in annoyance.

 

What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he get rid of her from his mind? That was what had woken him, oh yes, it was quite a shocker. He had a dream, where he was back at the ports, the girl was there, hot and angry, and she pounced on him, her sisters gone to hold her back. She slammed him to the ground, and he growled in anger. He flipped her over, and pinned her wrists above her head. She glared hotly at him, wishing him death in that tongue of hers. But instead of insulting him, it aroused him, and he plunged to her mouth, taking her lips as his own. And she responded. That was when he jerked awake, panting visibly and ran a hand through his sweat damp hair. And he had seen he was hot and ready.

 

So now, he took a walk to cool his blood and his raging mind. What had that been about? He seriously couldn't be attracted to her could he? I mean, he wasn't naïve. He knew the basics of courting, attractions, and sex. It was tradition for demons to teach their children when they came of a certain age, or when they were ready, the art of pleasuring bodies. He shook his head at his first time. He was a hanyou, a mix, and his parents knew that it might be tough to find someone willing to teach him. But to their surprise, a servant came forward with a widowed daughter, a young one, and pretty, who knew what she was to do. She had taught him all right, some pretty neat tricks at that, but not a month later, she announced she was pregnant. Inuyasha became scared, and the girl was called forth to confront his lordship. And it was solved with a simple sniff of his nose, and he turned his back saying that that the child was not Inuyasha's, but that of one of his guards, Ginta. That had had least taken a few years off his life, Inuyasha was sure.

 

And as he grew older, his form filling out, he noticed that many maidens of the court started taking a liking to him, whispering behind their hands even though he heard anyways. He sometimes made eye contact, making the girl blush and flutter her fan. He would only look away again. He was twenty one years now, his human growth process slowing down to that of a demons. He would live long, maybe a good thousand years and a few centuries. Not as long as his father though, who had a couple millennia on him. But Inuyasha was afraid, that his father would be burying his child. If only that, it would break his father.

 

Depressing himself again, great. Better think of something more appealing. He stopped and noticed he was close to the clearing. He smiled a little, and leaped into a nearby tree, taking his journey a branch at a time. He smelled the water, clean and crisp, and looked up expectantly. Only to have a branch ram into his stomach, knocking the wind from him and he hung on for dear life, his claws making scratches. But he looked up again, color tinting his cheeks. Holy kami…

 

Kagome scoped the water in her hands, bringing it to splash her face, trickling down to the pond again that she was waist deep in. the white bar floated by, and she took her homemade soap in her hands, rubbing it to bring the scent of lilacs to her skin. She scrubbed off all the grim that was under her finger nails, special thanks to all the hauling and breaking of tables. It was exhausting work, and as soon as Rin made something to eat and they scrubbed lightly, her sisters went to bed in their loft above their grandfather. But Kagome was meticulous when it came to being clean, the habit burned into her soul. She must be clean to heal her mother had told her, or the person's ailments only worsened. It was her job to heal, not make the sick sicker. So, leaving her sisters to sleep, she took an old path she knew would lead to a pond. She remembered quite clearly how far, where to go, because she had planned on going back the day after her night play time.

 

When she came upon it, it looked like just as she remembered from childhood. Lush green grass, shadowing trees with some moon light mixed with the stars to light it. And the pound's surface glittered like silver, her favorite metal. The chain that held the vial was silver, and it glittered too as it became wet when she dunked her head beneath the water. She came back up, shifting her now unbraided hair to the side and over her shoulder to run some soap through it. And she didn't notice the sudden whoosh of air that came from the woods.

 

All Inuyasha saw was her back, but that was all he needed to see to have his mouth run dry. Her waterfall of hair flowed smoothly, and she moved it to reveal her whole back. It was creamy and pale, her farmers tan ending at her upper arms. And it revealed a mark at the nape of her neck, black thick lines that unknown to him, made a Celtic knot, a never ending sign. She had gotten it from an artist, a specialist, who had pricked it into her skin while drawing it with black ink. It made him want to run his fingers over it. Did he ever mention he liked shoulders? Well, she had a nice pair of them, and it made him drool.

 

She dunked again and came up soaking wet from head to waist, where his view ended by water, and he licked his lips. He caught himself, and lightly growled. What the hell? What he thinking! You weren't thinking stupid, you were getting turned on by her. Oh great. Suddenly she whirled in his direction, and he fell to the ground fast, crouching.

 

Kagome's eyes darted back and forth, weary of any eyes. She wouldn't be surprised if it was Rin or Sango or both coming to pounce her, but she knew neither of them knew of the path. She covered her chest, still having that creepy feeling, and came out of the water to grab her nightgown of white, twisting her hair dry.

 

Inuyasha decided to peek at this time, and got a full view, shooting heat straight to his loins. Her hips swung as she stepped, and water dripped and ran down every crevice of her. His breath caught. She kept her hair to one side, looking like spilt ink, and she bent to pick up her garment. Firm muscle rippled beneath her skin, and turned to face him unconsciously as she straightened her gown before putting it. The only thing that came to his mind…sea nymph. She was a teasing tantalizing sea nymph who had come to haunt his dreams, with her smooth form, wide hips, full, creamy breasts that between nestled a vial of purple. He caught the scent of lilacs and lavender, and he felt he could drown in it. But before he could enjoy it, she slipped the garment over her head, falling to her ankles, white cotton clinging to wet spots. And she walked away.

 

And left him with far too much visuals.