InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sneaking a Peek ❯ The Explanation ( Chapter 16 )
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By: CMK2CMM 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.25.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 564 | Visits: 588 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.25.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 564 | Visits: 588 | Status: Work In Progress
Word Count: 541Prompt: MultiplyGenre: drama, romance, humorRating: RWarnings: LanguageSummary: Sesshoumaru allows Inuyasha to think the worst.
"So, you wanna tell me what the fuck that was about?" Inuyasha growled, pissed that Kagome had simply left instead of answering his questions. Seeing Sesshoumaru carrying an obviously injured and exhausted Kagome was not something he could ignore. He needed to know what had occurred so he knew just how badly he needed to kick Sesshoumaru's ass.
"As the miko said," Sesshoumaru drawled lazily, "we simply went for a run."
"Why in the hell would you and Kagome go for a run? That's bullshit."
The taiyoukai smirked. "If she wished for you to know more, she would have told you."
"Hell, no! You told her you would explain, so explain already!"
"Perhaps if you paid more attention to the miko, she would not be coming to this Sesshoumaru for amusement." He allowed his tone to drip with suggestion, knowing that the hanyou would assume the worst. When the miko had walked to the well, she'd definitely looked as though she'd gotten a workout, and not the innocent kind, either. He figured, why not let Inuyasha think the worst? It would easily double or triple his level of enjoyment of this situation.
The hanyou would jump to conclusions and challenge him to a battle, and he did have quite a bit of energy to work off. His beast still stalked his mind, urging him to fight this possible competition for the miko, and though he had absolutely no interest in her in such a way, he simply couldn't, he wouldn't say no to a fight. Once he'd worked out a little aggression, it would be much easier to sit calmly and sift through his thoughts and actions in an attempt to figure out why he had called himself Kagome's suitor. When he knew the answer to that question, then he would be able to put a stop to his unusual behavior. He did not play. He did not flirt. He certainly did not court human women.
"You bastard! How dare you touch her?!" Inuyasha bellowed before running at his older half-brother, sword raised.
"Temper, temper," the taiyoukai taunted, drawing his own sword.
The battle was short and soon Inuyasha was unconscious at the bottom of a splintered tree trunk. Sesshoumaru made himself comfortable a short distance away to wait. He could not leave an ally, even if it was the obnoxious hanyou, alone and unprotected while in such a state. The miko would never forgive him if something were to happen to her friend.
Again, Sesshoumaru questioned his thoughts. Why should it matter to him what Kagome thought of his behavior? Still, it did. He mentally sighed, as he would never openly show his frustration, and began to run his interaction with the miko through his mind, minute by minute. How had she managed to wiggle her way into his thoughts so easily? How in the world had she dragged playfulness, of all things, out of him? He'd spent centuries training both his body and his mind until he was always in complete control, and yet with her he said and did things he would never have done otherwise. This was definitely a problem.
"So, you wanna tell me what the fuck that was about?" Inuyasha growled, pissed that Kagome had simply left instead of answering his questions. Seeing Sesshoumaru carrying an obviously injured and exhausted Kagome was not something he could ignore. He needed to know what had occurred so he knew just how badly he needed to kick Sesshoumaru's ass.
"As the miko said," Sesshoumaru drawled lazily, "we simply went for a run."
"Why in the hell would you and Kagome go for a run? That's bullshit."
The taiyoukai smirked. "If she wished for you to know more, she would have told you."
"Hell, no! You told her you would explain, so explain already!"
"Perhaps if you paid more attention to the miko, she would not be coming to this Sesshoumaru for amusement." He allowed his tone to drip with suggestion, knowing that the hanyou would assume the worst. When the miko had walked to the well, she'd definitely looked as though she'd gotten a workout, and not the innocent kind, either. He figured, why not let Inuyasha think the worst? It would easily double or triple his level of enjoyment of this situation.
The hanyou would jump to conclusions and challenge him to a battle, and he did have quite a bit of energy to work off. His beast still stalked his mind, urging him to fight this possible competition for the miko, and though he had absolutely no interest in her in such a way, he simply couldn't, he wouldn't say no to a fight. Once he'd worked out a little aggression, it would be much easier to sit calmly and sift through his thoughts and actions in an attempt to figure out why he had called himself Kagome's suitor. When he knew the answer to that question, then he would be able to put a stop to his unusual behavior. He did not play. He did not flirt. He certainly did not court human women.
"You bastard! How dare you touch her?!" Inuyasha bellowed before running at his older half-brother, sword raised.
"Temper, temper," the taiyoukai taunted, drawing his own sword.
The battle was short and soon Inuyasha was unconscious at the bottom of a splintered tree trunk. Sesshoumaru made himself comfortable a short distance away to wait. He could not leave an ally, even if it was the obnoxious hanyou, alone and unprotected while in such a state. The miko would never forgive him if something were to happen to her friend.
Again, Sesshoumaru questioned his thoughts. Why should it matter to him what Kagome thought of his behavior? Still, it did. He mentally sighed, as he would never openly show his frustration, and began to run his interaction with the miko through his mind, minute by minute. How had she managed to wiggle her way into his thoughts so easily? How in the world had she dragged playfulness, of all things, out of him? He'd spent centuries training both his body and his mind until he was always in complete control, and yet with her he said and did things he would never have done otherwise. This was definitely a problem.