InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sketch Pad ❯ Mosaic ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: See Chp. 1

Chapter 13: Mosaic

Blue eyes fluttered open behind large lashes as the morning sun entered immersing them in an ethereal glow. A small delicate finger traced the contours of hard, tanned muscles lightly teasing as they uncontrollably flexed. "InuYasha...." Kagome whispered lightly against his hard chest as she laid her face flat against it, loving the warmth of his skin and rhythm of his slow beating heart.

"Mmm..." InuYasha moaned as he caressed the playful hand that was on his abdomen. He cracked an eye open to find Kagome stretched across him like a slothful feline. Her thigh hooked in-between his leg and a petite arm strewn atop his stomach, he mentally groaned at the way her warm flesh pressed against his. "W-w..." He cleared out his throat. "What are you doing up so early?"

Kagome lightly giggled. "Early? InuYasha, it's six-thirty in the morning."

"Exactly. Now go back to sleep."

"What time do you normally get up to get ready for school?" She idly asked as she buried her face in his chest.

InuYasha physically shuddered as her soft lips touched his chest as a result of her mumbling against it. "Um...." 'Damn, girl. I can't even think' "...around seven thirty."

"How?" She asked her face still against his skin. "School starts at eight." Kagome snuggled up closer against him even though she practically encased him within her body with her thigh and arm.

As she pushed herself harder against him, InuYasha's mind became hazy with lust. "That's just enough time for me to get ready."

"That's pushing it." She said looking up to him finding his eyes still closed. "InuYasha?"

"Yeah." He said with his eyes still closed.

"Yasha." She teased as she poked his stomach making it convulse.

"What?" He said opening his eyes.

"Get up. It's six forty-five."

"No." He said rolling over and out of the human mold Kagome had him in and bawled up into a fetal position bringing the covers over him.

Kagome frowned before peaking over his shoulder. "InuYasha, come on." She pleaded.

"No, lemme sleep." He groaned.

Kagome sneakily snaked her arms around his waist before she started to tickle his stomach.

"Fuck, Kagome." InuYasha said as he tried to squirm out of her hold. "Stop."

"Say uncle." She teased rising up to his underarms to wreak havoc there making InuYasha audibly scream.

"Stop it!" He screamed.

"Say uncle." She pressed as she laughed manically

Tears of laughter leaked out of InuYasha eyes. "I...re...fuse" He strained out from the torture.

Kagome then began to expertly tickle his whole body making him jump, squirm, and maneuver sporadically. InuYasha couldn't take it anymore and in one swift, strong move, he flipped Kagome on her back and pinned her arms above her.

"Yash!" She screamed as she tried to get out of his strong hold. "Let me go!"

InuYasha smiled, his grin wide enough to show a sharp fang making his visage seem devilish. He loomed over her, his platinum locks cascading around them, enveloping them in a celestial veil. Kagome gulped at his normally warm, amber eyes become a hard topaz.

He dipped his head downward and presented it inches away from her face. He slowly licked his lips as he dove into her stormy blues. "Say uncle." He lightly whispered.

Kagome closed her eyes as his words came out in balmy puffs that kissed her cheek. Her heart started to palpitate harshly against her chest as a school of butterflies seem to flap crazily in her stomach. She closed her legs to stop the incessant weight that was pulling at her core, making her feel uneasy.

Her arousal hit InuYasha like a ton of bricks causing him to exhale slowly to refrain from ripping off her flimsy cami and boxers and taking her hard...fast....here…NOW. His manhood twitched at her delicious aroma and his dominating position. His demon was feeding on the wench below him squirming with excitement. He used his strong knee to separate her thighs, loving the way her sex heightened. He laid in-between her luscious thighs, pushing his thick, throbbing groin against her drenched and pulsating core.

Kagome softly whined, pushing herself against him slightly grinding to create friction to release the tension that built up down there.

InuYasha closed his eyes and enjoyed the way she gyrated against his, now hard, dick. He exhaled a second time to keep from flipping her over and fucking her in true Inu fashion. He licked his lips before opening his eyes to stare her down. "Tell me..."He started.”Tell me what you want." He uttered in a low, husky tone.

Kagome knew she wanted the ache to go away and she knew InuYasha was the only one that could do away with it. But was she ready? The last time she was intimate with a boy, it ended in disaster and to this day, she didn't exactly know what happened. She sighed as she battled with her desires, her morals, her present, and her past.

InuYasha watched the different emotions of want, worry, and regret wash over her visage. "Kagome." He started not wanting to push her into something she wasn't ready for.

Then the door pushed open. "Yash, it is seven fifteen. It's time...for...you....to..." The head of the household let the sentence dissipate and linger on his tongue. Tai stared at his youngest son in a compromising position with some girl whom he never seen before. "....to get ready for school." He finished once the words found him.

InuYasha and Kagome froze for two seconds before they started to scramble out of their position. InuYasha let go of Kagome and jumped up and out of his bed. Kagome quickly sat up straight with a heavy blush forming over her cheeks.

"Um...." Tai started. "I'm just going to let you get to that." He quickly said before rushing out.

Once InuYasha's father was gone, Kagome groaned and threw herself against the bed and used a pillow to cover her face. "I wanna die!" She yelled out.

InuYasha sighed. "Stop being so dramatic."

Kagome threw a pillow at his head, but he quickly dodged it. "I'm not being dramatic. He's going to think I'm a slut." She whined.

"No, he's not."

"How do you know that? I mean, you saw how your dad looked at me. Uggh, this is not how I wanted to meet your parents. I planned on making a good impression."

InuYasha smirked. "You were planning on meeting my parents, huh? So, you thought about our future."

Kagome scoffed before blushing. "Maybe. Well, it doesn’t' matter now. My chance is ruined."

He couldn't help but shake his head at her dramatics. "Its fine, Kags. It really is."

She flinched at the nickname, but disregarded for now. "Easy for you to say." She said folding her arms.

InuYasha picked up her weekend bag and threw it on the bed. "Let's worry about this later, but we really have to get ready for school."

"If you got up thirty minutes ago, none of this would have happened."

"Don't worry. Let's just get ready. Do you want the shower first?"

"There won't be enough time for both of us to shower." Kagome said looking at the clock.

"Well..." He paused before grinning slyly. "...we could always shower....together."

Kagome huffed before throwing another pillow at InuYasha....this time it actually connected. "You perv. Get out of here."

InuYasha chuckled. "I was only kidding." He said heading towards door. "You know, unless you down for it."

Kagome folded her arms. "Go take your shower."

InuYasha smiled before exiting out of the room leaving Kagome to her own thoughts. It was the most dangerous thing he could ever do. She lay back down against the bed, snuggled into the cotton sheets and inhaled the woodsy, masculine scent that was InuYasha. It invaded her nostrils, rummaged around in her brain cells before settling down in a small, cozy part of her heart.

Kagome carelessly hung her head over the side of the mattress and a leather bound book peaking from under the bed caught her attention. She slid a little more off the bed to grab it and pull it from under its hiding place. She sat up with it in her lap.

"Mmm. A photo album." She said fingering the gold stitching that read Memories. Curious and giddy about possible baby pictures, she opened it. She was awarded with a picture of a woman with long, wavy obsidian locks holding a precious baby InuYasha in her arms. Kagome shrieked in excitement. "Too cute." Encouraged by what she was introduced to, she continued to flip through the pictures. It was all of him as baby, then as a toddler on a red tricycle. Kagome smiled at the way baby InuYasha smiled with such pride and glee. She turned the page, expecting to find more precious memories, but only got an off-putting picture. It was InuYasha, had to be no older than seven, on a swing set. It was a normal picture, but something was missing.

……his ears were cut out.

Kagome was confused at first but as she kept turning and turning pages, she noticed a pattern. Each picture of him had either his ears scratched out with pen or completely cut out sloppily with scissors. She knew then that he was self-conscious and ashamed of his ears.....his demon heritage. After realizing this, Kagome's heart sank to the depths of her stomach and bothered her soul. Kagome heard the door knob and quickly ducked to put the album back in its place.

"Trying to catch a few extra zzz's I see." InuYasha said walking in while he towel dried his locks.

Kagome pretended to stretch. "Yeah." She said, emitting a faux yawn. "I guess I didn't realize how tired I was." She said sitting up before her breath caught at the sight before her. InuYasha stood feet away, but she could feel his body heat radiate in waves towards her.

There he stood, clad in nothing but a white towel haphazardly wrapped around his defined waistline. Her eyes traveled along the distinct concave muscles of his abdomen, then up to his flat chest with dark, round buds adorning it. She eyed his broad shoulders that made his lean body simulate the outline of the letter "Y". His frame exemplified powerful strength that was calm and majestic. Centered like a mighty tree, he stood before her with a regal expression gracing his distinguished visage.
Kagome smiled softly at his formed jaw line that was the perimeter of a fine face that contained a slim nose, thin, set lips and wide eyes the color of dark liquor. She watched as he towel dried his hair, that when wet, had a natural wave that she quickly was becoming jealous of. And to top off this perfect specimen, were two little juxtapositions that made this dominant demon seem harmless and fragile. Small and furry, the insecure appendages twitched and, from personal experience, Kagome knew them to be sensitive to touch.

InuYasha watched as Kagome stared him down and inwardly felt self-conscious. Especially, when his ears were exposed. "Hey, take a picture. It'll last longer." He joked, even though her penetrating gaze made him vulnerable.

After blatantly staring him down, she became mad. She was angry that he was ashamed of himself when he was so....so beautiful. Kagome silently got up and padded her way towards him. InuYasha slightly leaned back, not knowing what to expect.

"What are you doing?" He asked and before he knew it, Kagome was centimeters away, her hands pressed against his chest. He let out a smug grin. "Just had to touch, ne. It's fine. Get your feel." He said with amusement as he opened his arms wide.

Kagome didn't smile, still determined on showing him how much he was worth; she ran her hands slowly up his body before stopping with her hands cupping his face.

"You're really starting to freak me out here." InuYasha said.

Kagome ran her hands through his damp tresses before his ears found a home in-between her pointer and middle fingers. She then began to stroke them, loving the way they felt against her skin.

InuYasha chest unconsciously rose and his body tensed up. He loved the way she caressed his ears, but hated it at the same time. InuYasha immediately put his arms down to his side. "Alright, what are you doing?" He asked in a more serious tone now that the shame of his ears started to set in.

"You're perfect....." Kagome said looking up his ears."....in every way."

InuYasha eyebrows furrowed and fists bawled. He was always bashful about compliments, but when it came to his ears he immediately got defensive. "Why would you say that?"

Kagome smiled. "Look at you. You're different from all the others."

Still defensive, he responded. "Like some oddity or something."

Kagome shook her head. "You're special and rare.” Her eyes fixated on his amber jewels, seeing the uncertainty and she was determined to diminish it. “InuYasha, you’re truly something that should be cherished." She said as she sincerely looked into his deep doubtful pools of molten gold.

InuYasha began to freefall into her limitless ocean hue orbs. Her eyes....those damn eyes....and her words vanquished his defenses as he sighed with his shoulders sinking downward. He crumbled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and his head descended in the crook her neck loving the way she smelled of him. If he didn't admit to being in love before, he had no choice but to admit it now. "Thank you." He whispered against the column of her neck. He could feel her slightly shudder beneath him and he pulled her flush against them, slipping out his tongue to taste the flesh that he was slowly starting to become an addict of.

Kagome audibly moaned at the feel of InuYasha's silken tongue glide across her skin leaving a fervid trail. Wanting to return the favor of pleasure and knowing exactly what made him whimper, she began to stoke his ears.....those sensitive ears that made this arrogant and assertive male putty in her hands.

InuYasha groaned against her neck and swiftly turned her around and pushed her against the wall, hungrily attacking her neck. He reached up to catch both of her wrists in one strong hand, and seized them above her head. He pulled back and looked her over. The swell of her breast expanded with deep breaths, her passion colored eyes was dark with desire, and her untamed mane was tousled sensually about her heart shaped face. "You're beautiful." He admitted in a low, whisper as he pressed his hard member against her core.

Kagome, completely helpless, whimpered as she was literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. She unconsciously pushed her hips forward as if her body was drawn to his. InuYasha couldn't help the low growl that rumbled in his chest. Not when she was pushing herself against him, not with her arousal peaking past her boiling point, and not when his dick was so hard it could cut diamonds. He wanted nothing more than to be waist deep in her honey pool. He used his free hand to play with hem of her boxers, his fingers teasing the sinewy flesh of her thighs.

…’God… He inwardly relished at the feel of her supple skin. He craved to be imprisoned in-between her luscious thighs while he took her against this very wall.

“Yasha.” Kagome moaned low and breathy. She couldn’t help the way her body imploded with desire hot enough to burn her to a crisp from the inside out. How did he have this affect on her?

He was barely touching her!

But those barely there touches kept her writhing beneath him and she wanted to sacrifice her body and have it bend to his every will.

Little did she know, InuYasha had similar thoughts of her body bending as his hand traveled from her thighs to rest on her rounded hip. He played with the waistband, pulling it back before letting it go so that it slapped against her skin making the most erotic sound.

Kagome gasped at the feeling. It made her realize how close they were, their bodies were practically molded into each other. At that moment, she could’ve sworn she could feel each of his taut muscles flex against her. He exuded sensuality and Kagome core creamed at the thought of the many ways he could take her.

Her arousal reached a new height before spilling past the precipice. The smell was pungent and InuYasha was overwhelmed. His eyes lightly tinged red and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. His hunger for her had to be satisfied and it wouldn’t get it’s fill until she was filled to the hilt with his manhood.

InuYasha hand seized the elastic waistband of her boxers and began to pull it down past her hips revealing shapely hips and dark curls that shimmered from the juices of her desire.

The cold drywall against her naked behind dragged Kagome back to reality. If they did this, then she knew there would be no going back. She didn't know if she was ready for the consequences

"Inu..." She stated. "We have to stop."
InuYasha let out a feral growl as he dove into her neck. "No, we don't actually." He said before lightly nipping her skin with his fangs.

Kagome gasped at the foreign, animalistic feeling of his teeth against her skin. She shook her head. He had to stop before things spiraled out of control. "Yes...yes, we do." She stuttered...

He cupped the moist curls that covered her sex before he took his middle finger and ran it along her juicy outer lips. "Not when you're like this. Not when you’re so wet.” He said creating lazy circles around a hardened nub.

Kagome mewled as her back unwittingly arched. “No…we can’t.” She weakly whined.

“You say that, but I know you want this. Otherwise you wouldn’t be dripping buckets right now.” His voice dropped to a lower register. Something within him was screaming to stop, but his beast actively silenced it.

Kagome’s heart began to race faster making it harder to breathe and she quickly started to panic. "I-I-InuYasha, stop." She said struggling against his hold on her. "I have to take a shower and get ready for school or we're going to be late." She reasoned

InuYasha looked over to the digital clock on his nightstand and it read 7:45. "We already are. So, why rush?" He said returning back to her neck.

Kagome tried her hardest to pull away from him. She was afraid that her pleas would go unheard and the little sanity she possessed would be snatched away. "Please...." She pleaded with sorrow permeating her tone.

InuYasha's ears perked at the sound of her voice and it broke his heart. He sighed and lightly cursed. He looked up into her eyes. "Kagome, I won't hurt you" He let go of her wrist before pushing her locks out of her face to caress her cheek. "I hope you know that I'll never hurt you."

Kagome sucked her bottom lip and nodded. "I know."

He looked over her barely clothed form and mentally cursed himself ‘Shit! What I am doing?’ InuYasha thought before pulling her boxers back up and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I'm sorry. I thought...." He exhaled. "I thought you wanted this."

Kagome reached out to grab his hand and held it against her chest. "....it's just...." Kagome said leaving the sentence to falter.

"I know. You're not ready." He replied.

"Yeah." She simply said even though the reasoning didn't fully make sense. She wanted him as bad as he wanted her, maybe even more since her obsession with him started way before he even knew she existed. What was she was not ready for? "InuYasha, I do want you. I want you all of the time." She immediately blushed at fully admitting to her desires.

"I do, too. So, why do you keep pushing me away?" He simply asked wanting an answer that had meaning.

Kagome sighed. "I'm scared." She merely stated.

"Of me?" He asked in disbelief. "Kagome, I said I wouldn't hurt….."

"I'm scared of myself!" Kagome blurted out. "I'm not afraid that you'll hurt me. I'm afraid of hurting you."

'What does she mean by that? Is she hiding something?' InuYasha immediately folded his arms across his chest as his defenses started to slowly set a foundation to build itself up again. "How will you hurt me?"

"Like what happened yesterday. I don't know if I can control myself. I'm afraid that if we....if we do this, Kouga might take over, an old alter might come back, or worse, it could trigger a new one. I-I-I'm not use to these feelings. I don't know how I'll cope and the last thing I want is to scare you away with my problems."

InuYasha let his arms fall to his side. "Kagome..."He started, his voice just above a whisper.”I told you that I'll stay by your side and I meant that." He said as he moved closer to her before enveloping her in his strong arms. "Whatever happens, I'll be here to help you deal with it. If I was worried about your...alters, then I would've already left. I wouldn't be here....right now....with you."

"You say that now." Kagome said breaking away from his hold on her. "I've been dealing with this disorder for four years. You've just known about it for four seconds. You don't know if you can handle it especially now that I'm transitioning again." She said while she reached down and grabbed her weekend bag.

"I may not fully understand and that makes me unprepared for future problems that may pop up, but I'm willing to try. I'm right here and I'm willing,"

Kagome sighed before slowly opening the bedroom door. "I have to go get ready for school."

She was gone before InuYasha stop her. He growled before leaning his head against the drywall, tempted to drill through it with his fist. He just decided to get ready himself.





The drive to school was awkward and silent as the truck was filled with unspoken words. InuYasha recklessly parked in his usual space before turning off his engine. He looked over to Kagome dressed in her usual heavy garb and sadly smiled.

“You ready?” He simply asked.

Deep in thought, Kagome numbly nodded. “Yeah.” She lightly answered.

“Look, Kagome. I’m sorry about this morning. I got a little aggressive and I had no right to assume what you wanted.”

She slowly turned to face InuYasha. He was so apologetic when as she was at fault. She didn’t want to put him through this. Her emotions weren’t stable enough for a relationship. “InuYasha, you don’t have to apologize. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want what was about to happen this morning because I wanted it more than you know. I wish I could open myself and give in, but it’s hard handing over my heart when it’s not even fully mended yet.”

InuYasha intently listened to her every word, letting the sentences sink in. He covered her fragile hand with his confident one. “Whenever you’re ready. Okay?”

Kagome nodded.

InuYasha gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before reaching in the back to grab his backpack. He opened to car door before a delicate hand landed on his shoulder causing him to turn around.

“InuYasha?” Kagome lightly called.

“Yeah.”

“Thank you….for being so patient.” She said as her eyes started to water at the unbelievable and wonderful man that entered her life like a savior….a saint….her superman.

InuYasha gave a crooked smile. She was so fragile and he knew if he didn’t handle with care, she would surely shatter in his hands. “Let’s get to class.”

“Miroku, not here.” Sango lightly respired as he ravished the hollow flesh above her collarbone, licking, nipping and driving her crazy. ‘Damn, him’ She inwardly cursed him for knowing her body better than she knew herself, creating erogenous zones and dominating the obvious ones.

“Don’t worry. No one’s going to come in here.” He assured as he pressed her harder against the cool metal of the lockers in the girl’s locker room making her body jar against his.

“It’s not that. I just feel really trashy every time we do it in here.” Sango said looking around the dark, dank interior of the locker room. Off white walls, blood red lockers and puke green benches adorned a dirty beige tiled floor, which made for a room that was cheap and demeaning.

Miroku couldn’t agree more. He wanted to provide the best for Sango, but when she came in this morning in he couldn’t help himself. It was her fault really for coming in with the shortest pair of red track shorts and a white tank top with fabric so thin he could clearly see her bountiful chest being mashed together inside of a polka dot bra. He was doing it more for her breasts than himself because they obviously needed air…..and his mouth. "Next time, I'll make love to you on a bed of rose petals and worship you the way you deserve. But for now...." He said before roughly grabbing her well-toned backside and hoisting her up. "...just let me fuck you."

Sango unconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist. His large protruding manhood pushed against her heated core. Mind clouded with anticipation of release, she pushed her hips forward. “J-just hurry up.” She hastily said.

Miroku gave a slanted smirk but remained idle. He was going to play with her, test some boundaries he previously wouldn't even dare to try, but they've recently become closer and there were still a few buttons that weren’t pushed yet. He was going to drive her crazy before second period started.

"Miroku." Sango whined as she ground her hips against his. "Hurry up." She said running her hands up his charcoal gray t-shirt loving the feel of the hard toned body beneath it.

He traveled down to the swell of her breasts. The locker room was humid causing her tensile skin to lightly perspire and he couldn’t help but run a wet tongue along the rounded flesh to have a taste. "You want it that badly, huh?" He queried

"YES!" She exasperated as she grabbed that same gray shirt and pulled him closer into her cleavage. "Now stop teasing and get on with it!" She demanded.

Miroku's slanted smirk grew wider. Sango was undoubtedly a strong willed woman, however, that was about to change. Little did she know, he wasn’t going to tease, but torture….only slightly. “You’re desperate for me to fuck you, aren’t you?” He strongly asked before callously pushing her tank top down, taking the bra down in the process exposing her taut rose colored buds. Miroku closed his mouth around one and like a rowdy child he insensitively nursed.

“Oww, Miroku. That hurts.”

He leaned back before releasing her nipple with a loud audible smack. “Yeah, and so does my cock. Fix it.” He demanded.

Sango was taken aback by his rash behavior. ‘What has gotten into him?’ “Miroku, what’s wrong…I-I-I don’t understand…”

Miroku ran his fingers along her puffy flower. It was swollen, imprinted, and visible through her shorts. “You’re so fucking wet, Sango. That makes me think you do understand…..or at least your pussy does.” He said before roughly inserting two fingers thoroughly soaking the fabric with her juices.

As confused and upset that Sango was with Miroku’s foul and debasing language, she couldn’t help but throw her head back and emit a guttural moan. The fabric made his action slightly burn, but she enjoyed the pain. However, she wasn’t ready to admit it fully. “Miroku…stop….it hurts.” She pleaded, but it only made him finger fuck her harder….faster. She grabbed onto his bicep as her stomach turned inside out with desperate pleasure. She bit her lip to control the cries that was threatening to spill over.

“Scream, San.” Miroku commanded before dipping his head low and pushed his lips against her ear. “I think you want to. In fact, I know you want to.” He whispered before taking the lobe in his mouth and tilting his fingers, applying pressure to that spongy spot that turned stomachs.

“Ahh!” She yelled. “Miro, please…” She uttered as she bucked her hips against his busy hands. What was he doing to her? Within minutes, he transformed her into a squirming, begging mess.

“Please? What do you want?” He said before oscillating his fingers within her.

Sango’s head thrashed against the lockers making them squeak against the pressure. “Miroku! PLEASE!” She screamed.

“Please what?! Tell me what you want from me. I need to hear it, San.” He insisted. “What do you want?!” He roared.

“…to cum.” Sango lightly said, “I want to cum. I want you to make me cum.”

Miroku couldn’t help but smile, his little experiment was working the way he wanted. His pants tightened at the way his strong warrior-like girlfriend become submissive putty in his hands. He withdrew his fingers and Sango whined in protest.

“You want me to make you cum, huh?” Miroku leaned back, pulled up his shirt, and looked down to his jean covered groin. “Unzip me.” He ordered.

Sango hands flew to his jeans and fumbled slightly with the zipper before the loud whirring sound of its undoing resounded throughout the locker room. She pulled down his pants along with his boxers before grabbing the hardened flesh that sprung forth. God, she never wanted him more than that very moment. “Miro, I want you. I want you inside me.”

“Ask nicely and I might be inclined to oblige.” He smugly addressed as he kicked off the restraints that were his jeans

Sango pouted. “Please…” She implored.

Miroku pulled down her track shorts making her legs come closer together. He grabbed her legs lifted them to settle atop his shoulders before running her through the lockers.

Sango cried out as his thick cock filled her up to the hilt. Her stomach burned with desire and her skin began to tingle with want. “God….” She moaned as she helplessly threw her head against the lockers while he worked her over.

“Fuck, Sango.” Miroku groaned. Her heated walls delightfully seared his skin. They pulsated, tensed, and twitched causing him to tightly hug her legs and fuck her harder.

Tears leaked as Miroku drove her into the harsh metal, digging her out like the last scoop. “Yes, Miro!” She soughed. “Harder.” She demanded.

Yeah, that wasn’t going to go over well with Miroku. Next time, he’d give her control, but now she had to understand that he wielded the iron fist. He threw her legs over one shoulder and with maneuverability that even baffled him; he had her facing the lockers with her ass in the air before he began to pound her out.

After getting used to the quick change in positions, she groaned at the new angle that had him hitting spots that goaded her to cum all over herself. She placed her hands flat against the lockers to brace herself from the harsh treatment of his thrusts.

Miroku reached for her wrists and seized her arms behind her back, causing her face to crash against the rough metal.

“Ugggh.” Sango groaned in pain as the impact stung her face.

Not letting up, Miroku fucked her harder, using her arms as reins as he placed one leg on the bench below them and rode her like a jockey.

Sango’s face crashed against the locker over and over again as he rammed into her. It hurt, bruised, but all she was focused on was the orgasm that was rushing at her like a speeding bullet.

“Miro, please….I’m almost there…I…”The sentence was suspended in air.

Miroku bent his knees and penetrated her deeper, rolling his hips leaving no spot untouched. He grunted at the way she clenched around his flesh, ushering him further in. “Ugggh, fuck, baby.”

Sango mewled as he pushed further, deeper….knocking the bottom out. “You’re going to make me cum.” She wept repeatedly.

“I’m right with you, baby.” He cooed before letting go of her wrists. He brought up his leg to join the other one on the bench and squatted as he dove into her sopping slit, grabbing her shoulders for leverage.

Sango clenched her thighs together and kneeled down on the bench. “It feels so good.” She moaned. “You feel so good inside me.”

Her words were going to send him over the edge. He grunted as his thrusts started to become automatic and he knew he was about to cum….not before her. He told himself. “Fucking cum for me, Sango. I want you to fucking cum all over my dick.” He said with vigor pulling all the way out, letting his fat tip dangle mere inches above her creaming snatch before slamming back into her, thrusting even deeper than before.

“Ahh!” She screamed as she gripped the bench until her knuckles lost all color and her face flushed red from holding her breath in anticipation. “God, I’m cumming….I’m cumming.” She repeated. The pitch and volume of her voice getting higher and louder with every hard thrust. This was it, she was going to explode, she was sure of it. “I’m cum…ahh.” She squeaked as her breath caught and she came down on the strongest orgasm she’d ever had. “…ugghhh,” She growled as it shook her to her core, making her nether lips quake and quiver.

“Fuck.” Miroku grumbled sheathing all of him in her trembling walls. His blunt fingertips dug into her sweaty skin as he shot off load after load, filling her up. Miroku settled his feet on the ground before pulling out, groaning at the lost her warmth.

Sango, now paralyzed, languidly leaned against the lockers trying to control her breathing and stop the loud ringing in her ears.

“Babe.” Miroku called out in a worried tone, she looked like she was comatose. “Sango.”

“Huh?” Sango dumbly answered.

“Come, here. Sit up.” He said sitting down next to turn her around and help her sit up. “You alright?” Miroku asked as he noticed that her left cheek was bruised and her wrists red with Indian burns.

She slowly nodded before placing her head on his strong shoulder. “I’m fine. I think.” She said raising her hands to acknowledge her bruised wrists. Sango wanted to chastise Miroku for leaving her battered but she didn’t have the strength.

Miroku smirked as his ego became highly inflated with his previous performance and his girlfriend’s current lax state. “You feel trashy, yet?” He jokingly asked.

Sango lightly slapped him on his arm. “Jerk.” She said before giggling and Miroku promptly joined in on her laughter.

The riant couple didn’t notice the double door of the locker room push open nor did they realize the individual standing before them. “Sango.” A voice called out.

Sango and Miroku ceased their laughter and whipped their heads forward to find Kikyo standing in front of them. “Kikyo, shit.” Sango said as she hurriedly pulled her track shorts. “What are you doing here?”

“I-I-I left my Calculus book in here.” She lightly said.

“Hey, Kiks.” Miroku casually said. “Calculus, huh? Damn, just the name makes my brain hurt” He joked.

Kikyo gave a pity smile even though she was in no light mood. It hurt her to see Miroku and her lover half naked, basking in the glow of sex. She looked down to see he was still exposed and she blanched.

Sango noticed Kikyo’s expression and followed the line of her stare to find Miroku bottomless and cock flaccid. “Miroku!” She exclaimed. “Put on some damn pants” She ordered.

“Oh, shit.” He said realizing he didn’t have on pants. Miroku bent down grabbing his boxers and jeans, quickly donning them. “My bad, Kikyo.”

“No, problem.” She said in an uneasy tone.

Sango chose to look at the chipping paint on the bench, anywhere other than Kikyo’s melancholy orbs would do. She felt guilty and perturbed as the room suddenly became stuffy with tension.

“Shit, what time is it? We’re about to be late, Sango.” Miroku said jumping up and zipping up his pants. He anxiously looked around searching for his book bag. Once located, he scooped it up and slung it over his shoulder. “San, come on! You got everything?” He said walking towards the entrance

Sango looked up at Kikyo’s troubled face and felt sympathetic. She had to fix this. “Um…I think I left my Government book somewhere in here.”

“Alright, I’ll help you look for it.”

“No.” Sango quickly said. “Kikyo can help me.”She said her gaze fixated on Kikyo.

Kikyo was familiar with that stare, it always meant trouble, but she didn’t know how to turn it down. Kikyo looked over her shoulder and nodded towards Miroku. “Yeah, I’ll help her. You go on.”

Miroku noticed that their exchange was weird, but he quickly brushed it off. “Okay.” He said before leaving.

Kikyo watched Miroku leave before turning around to find Sango standing before her with that look on her face….that damn look….that promised and pleaded at the same time. She was supposed to be upset, she was upset. Kikyo knew the drill as she lifted her arms and before she knew it her shirt was being pulled over her head and lips attacked her pulse. “Sango.”She lightly moaned forgetting about being angry.




Kagome became increasingly anxious as the day dragged along. Class after class, her mind ran incessantly bringing up memories and creating scenarios that only further depressed her. Now, she was in English and as she looked before her to see InuYasha joking around with Miroku and her heart sank deeper within her. He was so kind, understanding, and he was interested in her….actually interested in her. So, why was she so afraid?

She nervously fidgeted with her fingers and silently prayed for her mind to stop…stop thinking. Stop making her feel like shit for pulling InuYasha into her mess. Kagome was so afraid this morning that she would somehow transition. Well, she was always afraid that she would and that constant dread made simple things like….being happy with your boyfriend.....become more and more difficult. Kagome stared at InuYasha throw his head back in glee making his winter snow tresses fall silkily over his broad shoulders. He didn’t deserve this.

‘I don’t deserve him’

“Hey, you okay?” A gruff worried tone called making Kagome’s head snap up. Amber eyes burned her to a cinder. They ran deep, and she could see a sea of worry undulate within them. A sea she was quickly drowning in.

“Y-yeah.” Kagome lightly whispered before breaking eye contact. She couldn’t take those eyes….those damn eyes.

“Are you sure? You know, we can talk seventh period.”

“InuYasha, you have to go to History.”

His response was a nonchalant roll of the eyes. “I’m fine.” He lied. Truthfully, he was horribly failing History and it was all because of the guarded goddess that fell into his life. After that day he saw those frightened blue eyes in that art room, he was her captive and he couldn’t truly feel content while her eyes held so much pain. InuYasha wanted, with every fiber within him, to protect her and make sure felt nothing but happiness

“I have a painting to finish.” She said.

“Then I’ll watch.” He simply said searching through those pained blue orbs.

Kagome gave half-hearted smile. “Sure.” She didn’t deserve him. ‘He doesn’t deserve this.’


“Hey, spike that!” A bright voice yelled. A young spunky brunette jumped her highest and hit the white cushioned volleyball as hard as she could and sent it spiraling over the net.

A long, graceful form lunged forward trying her hardest to get the ball, but only met the hard wooden surface of the newly waxed gym floor. Luscious, obsidian locks fell forward and pooled around the form.

“Great spike, Aiko! Good job!” Another young voice yelled as the rest of the girls cheered the young freshman for taking down the well respected co-captain. Their high pitch voices echoed throughout the gym walls and a few onlookers on the benches clapped.

“Kikyo, are you okay?” Sango asked as she rushed to her best friend’s side. She saw the whole thing from the sideline and it was awful. Kikyo was a great volleyball player, even better than her, how could she let some freshman girl make her seem like a novice?

Kikyo groaned as she turned on her back. The hard floor bruised her, she never felt the defeat of the gym floor and the pain was new to her. “I’m….fine. I think.” She lied. She wasn’t fine, she wasn’t herself.

“How about you sit this practice out? You’re obviously not yourself.” Sango soothed as she helped Kikyo to her feet.

Damn, Sango for knowing her better than she knew herself. “I told you I was fine.” Kikyo said slowly getting up. Her body hurt.

“Kikyo, you let a freshman make you look like fool. That’s not you. Sit this one out.” Sango stressed in a low, unwavering tone.

Kikyo looked over to Sango and flashes of her and Miroku freshly fucked forms stained her mind. She promptly pushed the brunette away. “I said that I was fine. I’m just having an off day.” She said through clenched teeth. Her heart hurt.

“You don’t have off days. Now, don’t let your personal issues fuck up your skill. We have an important game next week and don’t let us get in the way of that trophy.” Sango said as her strong, fiery eyes made Kikyo feel that she was being burned alive. The words hurt. Everything hurt.

Kikyo sighed before silently walking over to the benches to pick up her gym bag, then promptly stormed out leaving only the murmurs that followed.




“You were great.” Kagome said as she unpacked her easel and placed an unfinished painting on it.

InuYasha buttoned up his pants. After his horrible oral presentation of the lesson, he had to strip and model. He decided it was too hot in the art room to put on his fitted long sleeved henley. “I was awful.” He said before turning a nearby chair and straddling it while resting his elbows on the back of it.

“You were fine.” She said as she prepared her paints.

“You think? I stumbled a lot.”

“You carried the lesson well. Plus, everybody stumbles.”

“You didn’t.” InuYasha simply said.

Kagome looked up to him, smiled, and then took off her ski-cap letting her dark curls travel down her back. She practically jumped out her hoodie before sitting down with brush in hand and began to paint.

InuYasha returned the smile. “Thanks for letting me watch. I love the way you look when you paint.” He genuinely said.

“Really? How so?”

“You look really calm. Not like earlier in fifth hour when you looked stressed. You want to talk about it?”

Kagome looked up and turned to her boyfriend, shirtless and casually sitting on a backwards chair. “InuYasha, I’m fine. You didn’t have to skip History to make me feel okay.”

“I didn’t” He looked down and found the floor interesting all of sudden. She couldn’t even comprehend why he had to skip History class and it wasn’t to make her feel better.

“Then why are you here? If it’s just to check up on me, I’m fine.” She said turning her attention back to her painting.

InuYasha sighed. “I’m not here to make you feel okay. I’m here to make me feel okay.”

Kagome stopped painting but remained facing her easel. “To make you feel okay? I don’t understand.”

“Seeing you so sad in fifth period made me worried and I know I wouldn’t be able to concentrate in History without seeing you like this….so calm…happy. I need to see you like this so I can get through the day.”

Kagome placed her brush down and looked over to InuYasha. He was so kind, so understanding. “Yash, I’m fine. You need to go to class, that’ll make me happy.” Why do I keep pushing him away?

He gave her one glance before abruptly getting up and grabbing his shirt. “Fine.” He said throwing it over his head. He grabbed his book bag and headed for the door before turning around. “But whenever you ready to stop lying and talk about what’s bothering you, I’ll be waiting.” He said before leaving.

Kagome sighed. He didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve him.