InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Snow White and the Seven 'Dwarfs'...Sort of ❯ Mislaid Kin ( Chapter 36 )
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By: Penthesileia 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.14.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 466 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.14.2007 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 466 | Status: Completed
AN: New chapter, lucky you. Guess what? More couple fluff! (You know you love it)
OrlandoLover- Have I ever claimed to be a nice person? (Though leaving it off there was evil even for me) And I only have one other fic out, it’s called ‘The Huge Book of Fairy Tales...Sort of’ which I know you already read. After this story is over, I’m doing major work on HBOFT’s before I start another big story. Writing some short stuff, cleaning things up, separating the sequels/sagas/whatever’s, from the ‘Book’ and giving them their own thing. Stuff like that. I’m also thinking about rewriting Toads and Diamonds. I just reread that a little while ago . . . I’m surprised I wasn’t flamed for it. Well, I hoped I answered your question. (Looking back, I’m not totally sure I did...)
Mischievous-Angel- Thank you. I need more reviews on mediaminer. Enjoy the new chapter.
One last thing: THERE IS FINALLY A LEMON!!!!! Enjoy, and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha, Snow White, the computer I’m writing this on, the desk that this computer I’m writing on is sitting on, the floor under the desk that the computer is sitting on that I’m writing on...
Sango
Kohaku looked at his sister with cold eyes as he whirled his sickle in the air over his head. Sango continued to sit calmly, waiting for the killing blow.
Kohaku released it, and as the blade flew closer to her, Sango kept her eyes on her brother, wanting him to be the last thing she saw before death.
She gasped slightly when the blade only kissed her cheek, leaving a faint cut as it was embedded in the wood behind her.
Kohaku was bent over, gasping for breath and trembling violently. “Sango.” He wailed. “Don’t make me do this.” He begged.
Sango opened her mouth to respond when he suddenly gasped and slowly straightened as his eyes flashed bright red for a moment before turning blank again.
Coldly, Kohaku flipped his weapon back to the palm of his hand with a flick of his wrist before he started twirling it around him again.
Her execution back on schedule, Sango felt a little lighter knowing she had seen really seen her brother before she died.
This time, when her brother let his sickle fly, Sango closed her eyes.
(LEMONAHEAD!LEMONAHEAD!LEMONAHEAD!LEMONAHEAD!LE MONAHEAD!)
Kagura and Hiten-
Hiten looked back at Kagura, smirking slowly before continuing to pull her behind him.
“You know, blindfolding me and dragging me around is starting to become something of a habit.” She complained, wanting to try to take the cloth off just so he would give her another one of those drugging kisses before replacing it.
“I want it to be a surprise.” He told her, dragging her forward enough to nibble on her knuckles.
“And you’re sure I’m not going to trip over anything?” Kagura asked, still worried about rocks or holes she might not see.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, this path is totally smooth. And besides, I thought you might like this last chance to walk correctly for the next few days.” He said innocently, while Kagura slowly blushed.
“Well, we’re here.” He announced as he stopped walking and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I know I said we were going to find a room but I thought you’d like this more.” He said and slowly drew the blindfold off.
Kagura had to blink, not sure what she was seeing was really in front of her.
“Hiten.” She said as calmly as she could when she really wanted to rip her hair out in frustration. “We’re on top of a hill.”
He looked over and grinned at her. “Yeah, but it’s what’s at the bottom of it that’s important.” He said, winking as he edged her over to the drop. “You never rolled down a hill?” He asked.
She eyed the slope, “I’ve never had the slightest desire to.”
“Liar.” He scoffed. “I bet you’ve wanted to your whole life but you never got the chance to.”
He let go of her and plopped down, sitting sideways on the very edge of the slope. “Tell you what, I’ll go first and wait for you at the bottom. And I won’t look, so if you want to walk down you can, or you can roll.” He grinned briefly at her before laying down and pushing himself down, laughing as he rolled.
Kagura bit her lip, toeing the incline. It was something she wanted to do, but she had never been comfortable doing it with others.
But if Hiten was waiting for her...
She slowly laid flat on the brim of the hill, took a breath and let herself fall.
She couldn’t help but laugh as she whirled down the summit, her hair coming undone and picking up grass, she lost a slipper while her head reeled from the fast descent.
She gasped when she rolled right into Hiten’s arms, opening her eyes long enough to watch him brace himself above her as he lowered his mouth to hers.
“I though you weren’t going to watch me come down.” Kagura finally said when they broke away.
He shrugged, reaching a hand out to slowly stroke her hair, pulling grass out. “I wanted to see what you looked like with your cheeks flushed and grass in your hair.” He said simply before capturing her lips again.
Kagura moaned against his mouth, one hand loosening his braid while the other clutched his shoulder. She laid half reclined against the rise of the hill as Hiten pinned her legs down with his, still not fully covering her as he carefully explored every inch of her mouth.
He slowly broke away from her, shivers racking down her spine from the intense look he was giving her.
“Kagura.” He said, and she wanted to purr at the way he said her name, like he savored each syllable before letting it roll off his tongue. “You have to be ready for this sweetheart, I won’t be able to stop once I get started. I’ll try to be gentle but-“
”Oh you don’t have to worry about that. That problem has been taken care of.” She said cheerfully, as she pushed her hands through his now freed hair. “Kami, I love your hair.” She whimpered before placing her hands on one of his ties.
“Wait a minute damn it! I’m trying to be romantic here and . . . hold on, you’ve done this before?” Hiten asked stunned, stilling the busy hand on his clothing.
She looked up at him, annoyed. “Yes.” She said, trying to tug her hand back.
“But when? How?” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Who?”
Kagura rolled her eyes, “It was awhile ago and it was just a servant at my family’s home.” She said carelessly, trying to lean up and kiss his skin.
He leaned back, trying to control the snarling demon in him. “What was he like?” He asked, feeling a little foolish for being worried about the man’s skill.
She glared up at him. “That’s none of your business!” She snapped back.
It will be, he thought grimily. He just had to find out the name of the man who touched her before he could. But first...
He took both her hands and pinned them to the side of her head as he slowly traced her face with his lips before moving to her neck, making sure to brush his long hair teasingly over her skin.
“Hiten.” Kagura whined in frustration, pulling at the human shackles holding her to the earth.
“As I was saying before.” He continued silkily. “If we do this Kagura, I don’t know if I’ll be able to let you go. At the risk of sounding overly dramatic you’ve wedged yourself inside of me. I know we’ve only known each other for a few months . . . but I think I’m falling for you.” He told her lovingly, releasing one of her hands to run his own down her face.
She sighed, turning her face into his caress. “I think I’ve already fallen for you.” She told him quietly into the palm of his hand.
He looked down at her for a moment, his beautiful face surrounded by his black hair and the sun’s light, before growling and taking her lips again possessively.
“Mine.” He growled against her skin, his hand snaking down to unwrap her obi from her waist.
He fumbled over the complicated tie, and he nuzzled her neck in approval when she loosened it for him and spread her kimono slowly open.
She smirked when his mouth dropped open and he started panting.
“I have to admit, I hoped we would get to this soon so I wanted to make sure I was . . . prepared.”
Hiten barely heard her, still taking in the sight of her spread out across the grassy hill, dark hair surrounding her in a halo as if she were a fallen angel while every inch of her was gloriously naked and begging for his touch.
She reached up for his ties again, and this time he let her work on the bottom knot while he worked on the top one. He brushed his amour off, pushing it to the side and before shrugging out of his clothing, Kagura’s eager hands helping.
She slowly smiled like she was a predator who just found her prey when he finally got all his clothes off, and started running her hands over him, enjoying the feel of his smooth, muscled skin under her palms.
He sighed, leaning into her touch, before slowly placing his hand on her stomach and trailing it up.
Kagura whimpered when his hand paused under her breast, tracing the delicate skin under the heavy mound while she waited impatiently.
“Hiten!” She moaned before finally taking his hand and cupping it under her breast herself.
Automatically, his fingers spread over the flesh, taking in as much skin as he could while brushing his lips lightly over her shoulder and neck. She arched her back, pushing herself more firmly into his hand until he started to lower his head towards her pink, hardening nipple.
He pursed his lips and blew air lightly over her, making her growl in expectation.
“Hiten.” She warned as he finally sucked her into his mouth.
Kagura hissed, hands burying them in his hair instinctively and pressed him closer to her. Never had something felt so good before. Anyone else kissing or suckling her chest would be merely pleasant, but with Hiten it felt so much better.
His tongue flicked teasingly against the hard nub, scrapping his teeth slightly with every pull of his mouth. His free hand crept up to her neglected mound, stroking and touching in time with his mouth.
He switched breasts finally, when the one he had been working on was hard and red, and started on the other one while Kagura frantically ran her hands over every inch of him she could touch.
He raked both sets of his claws very, very lightly down the skin of her belly, sending goose bumps rasing in their wake. He reluctantly left her breast with one last flick of his tongue before moving down, his lips and breath caressing her stomach while stopping briefly at her naval.
She felt Hiten tracing the line her thighs made as they met together, and she slowly parted them for him, shivering when he settled down between her legs.
“Hiten!” She snapped, tugging on his hair to try and get him up to where she wanted him.
He looked up at her and slowly smirked deviously, causing her to quiver in a way she didn’t know was possible.
“There’s just one more sight I haven’t seen yet.” He purred, moving even lower down her body until he was at eye level with . . . that.
She blushed, understanding what he wanted to do. She tugged on his hair again. “It’s all right Hiten, I don’t really like that anyway, just get up here!” She ordered, starting to feel desperate.
He slowly peered up at her face, rasing a brow. “You don’t ‘like this’?” He repeated, taken back.
She nodded, impatiently. “Yes, yes. Just come here!” She pulled at his shoulder, almost whining.
Hiten continued to look up at her, astonished, “And just how do you know you don’t like this?” He demanded.
She groaned low in her throat. “My last lovers tried it, I didn’t like it, that simple. Can we talk with something other then our mouths please?”
“How do you know you don’t like this if you haven’t tried it with me yet? Women have always raved about my skills thank you very much!” Hiten defended, before narrowing his eyes, “Wait a minute, lovers? As in the plural form? I thought you said there was only one servant!” He reminded her jealously.
She shrugged, getting frustrated. “Servant, servants, what’s the different? I just know it’s not something I enjoy. But there is something I enjoy, and if you would come up here I could show you.” She drawled seductively.
He didn’t let himself get distracted, pissed off that besides some other man touching what he wanted to make his, they (THEY!) hadn’t even had the decency to make sure his woman found pleasure! (Though now he could show her what a real man was like in bed, but that was besides the point.) If-no when- he found out their names, heads would roll.
“Just let me show you how good it can be sweetheart.” He coaxed. “And you don’t know how much of a turn on it is to see you so soft and wet because of me.” He told her, watching her intently until she tentatively nodded yes.
He growled in approval, bending his head finally to Kagura’s sweet spot, emitting the most pleasing scent he had ever inhaled.
Oh yes, he was sure he would enjoy this.
With a low rumble, he dove his mouth into her, licking and nibbling while she yelped in surprise. He circled her clit with a swipe of his tongue, his hands going to her thighs to hold her down as he smirked at her sudden cries.
“Hiten!” She cried when he rolled his tongue up and plunged it into her while he growled, the vibrations passing through her.
“Enough! You win, you’re right!” Kagura pleaded, pulling at his hair, “Please Hiten, I need you!”
With one last kiss, Hiten slithered his way back up her body, enjoying the way his skin and hair rubbed against her.
He slowly smirked at her, pushing back sweat dampened hair from her forehead. “Well? Do we know now not to trust previous experiences with horrible, selfish, inconsiderate, ugly lovers?” Hiten asked her.
She playfully glared up at him. “Yes.” She sighed before her eyebrows lifted. “And who said anything about them being ugly?” She teased.
She shivered when his growl rumbled through her body, “Calm down Hiten, I didn’t say they looked better then you, did I?” She pointed out.
His smirk returned as he set his cock just outside her entrance. “Good answer sweetheart. And now that my manhood has been restored . . . ” he trailed off and let his body do the talking for him.
She hissed, lacing her fingers again in his heart when he thrust into her, almost filling her in one strong move. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trailing her hands up and down his thighs as he moved in and out of her.
Hiten couldn’t help snarling in pleasure as he forced his way through her tight folds. It almost felt like he was going insane, but knowing if he held it out just a little longer, he would reach something so much better then paradise.
Finally Kagura started keening under him, digging her nails into his back. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he quickly pulled out of her to come on the grass, dragging a rough hand down her clit to send her out as well.
Now spent, Hiten collapsed on the side of Kagura, pulling her to him with the last of his strength.
“Damn.” He whispered, never having any kind of experience like that with any other woman he bedded.
Well, he knew one thing for sure. The sex life would never get old between them.
Sango
“Damn it Sango!” She heard a voice curse and metal clanking as it met a wooden barrier and cut it apart.
Sango slowly opened her eyes again to see Miroku’s back standing protectively in front of her, his staff cleanly split into two in his hands while he stared her brother down.
“Miroku.” She whispered, but if he heard her he didn’t acknowledge her, continuing to study Kohaku cooly.
She braced herself on her good arm, leaning over enough to see Kohaku tilting his head blankly at Miroku, not sure what to do. Naraku hadn’t said anything about killing another person, only the woman named Sango.
“Stay away from Sango.” Miroku said dangerously, his broken staff shaking in his clenched hands.
Kohaku only continued to stare at him, his sickle now in his hand as he thought about what to do.
“Well isn’t this sweet. The perverted monk watching over the wounded demon slayer.” A young girl sneered as she stepped out of the forest, her little arms crossed over her chest and a red dragon hovering protectively over her. The child had red eyes and short dark hair pulled back at the nape of her neck. Rubies flashed at her ears and she had on warrior’s grab similar to Hiten’s, only much less elaborate.
Miroku barely flashed his eyes to her, thinking she was the lesser threat. “Who are you?” He asked, sensing she wasn’t a friend.
She proudly tossed her head back, “A loyal servant to Queen Kikyo and to Lord Naraku.” She boasted.
Miroku’s and Sango’s lips tightened. “You serve a monster like that?”Miroku spat out.
The girl lifted her chin, a scowl on her pretty face. “How dare you? My masters are not monsters, the only beasts I know of, are they who would stop my lady’s plans and spread cruel words about her!” She said, her speech sounding too adult for her small body.
“Kikyo wants to murder us all, and Naraku turned my brother into a puppet! You want to obey a master like that?” Sango asked angrily.
The child shrugged her shoulders, “I would not judge what you do not understand.” She told them coldly. She glanced at Sango. “Are you willing to die for your brother?” She asked.
“Yes.” Sango said without a second’s hesitation, ignoring Miroku’s tense body.
The girl looked at Miroku. “As much as I would love to let the boy spill your traitoress blood all over the earth, this one doesn’t appear to let him.” She sighed. “I suppose we will have to try again, no sense in getting Kohaku needlessly injured. Koryu!” She snapped and the dragon immediately flew to Kohaku, growing bigger as he scooped him up with his claws.
A cloud formed under her feet, lifting her into the air next to her dragon. “Remember the name Soten! Know that I am the one to fear! The one who will help Kikyo in taking all your lives!” The girl swore before clapping her hands and disappearing with the dragon and Kohaku in a burst of smoke.
Sango blinked. “Well that was quick.” She murmured before burying her face in her hands and breaking down into tears.
Miroku felt his anger and fear slip away at the sight of the strong woman crying. “Sango . . . ” he trailed off helplessly as she continued to sob.
He kneeled down and took her into his arms, almost losing his balance when she clutched him and cried harder.
“Damn it, it’s not fair! Why him? Why my little brother! He was so sweet, so kind! I knew he wasn’t cut out to be a demon slayer, but I let my father push him! And now he’s Naraku’s pawn.” Sango raged as her tears kept coming and soaking Miroku’s robes.
“And that poor child! Now she’s serving Kikyo and Naraku and actually enjoys it. She’s so young, where are her parents? Her siblings? Her family? And the little brat barely spent three minutes here before deciding we weren’t worth her time and leaving!”
Miroku stoked her hair, letting her get it all out while he tried to hide one or two tears that wanted to fall out of his own eyes. Thank Kami she was safe, safe here in his arms and not bleeding on the ground because he hadn’t gotten to her in time. He glanced down and frowned when he finally noticed the streak of red on her cheek. He would have to clean that for her later...
And this incident only made him more determined too win her love. What if he had been too late to save her? He would have no memories of them together to keep him sane during the rest of his life, no reminders to keep him warm on cold lonely nights. He was well aware she might die someday from her job, but there was no way in hell he wouldn’t have had some degree of happiness with her first.
“Miroku.” Her tired voice brought him back from his thoughts. “Thank you for not harming my brother. He’s . . . he’s not himself right now but you still didn’t attack him. Thank you for that.” She whispered.
He leaned down and pressed his lips on the top of her head. “You’re welcome.” He said softly back, his arms tightening around her.
She finally quieted down, trying to sit on her own without him but he held on, not wanting to let her go just yet.
“Why did you leave the house Sango? Didn’t you think you could get into trouble?” He asked, his chin on top of her head.
“No.” She said honestly. “And even with my arm like this, I can still take care of myself. If it had been anyone but my little brother, he would have been dead on the ground in seconds.” She reminded him.
“Well it’s not happening again.” He told her firmly, sighing mentally when she tensed up in his grasp.
“Excuse me?” She asked coldly.
“You heard what the girl, Soten said. The next time you’re alone, Kohaku will kill you.” Miroku reminded her helpfully, unwrapping one of his arms to grab the broken pieces of his staff before moving it back around her. “I’ll have to talk to the dwarfs, see what we can do to make sure you’re protected-“
”Hey!” Sango yelled, jerking enough in his arms to lean back and glare at him. “I do not need to be protected! Besides, everyone has more important things to do then be my babysitter.”
“I don’t.” Miroku told her cheerfully, enjoying her yelp when he suddenly stood with her in his arms, his staff in one hand with the paper he found wrapped around them.
“I can walk you jerk, put me down!” Sango shrieked, punching his shoulder.
He winced but didn’t drop her. “If I go down, you’re going down with me Sango.” He told her calmly, smirking slightly when she gave up.
“Just don’t get use to this.” She grumbled.
He only smiled.
Later
“So Naraku has control of the demon slayers.” Hiten said, still studying the letter Sango gave him.
She nodded, tight lipped with a look so blank Sesshomaru was slightly jealous.
“Is there anyway to know how they’re controlled or if there’s anyway to free them?” Ayame asked worriedly before sliding her foot up under the table and lightly caressing Kouga’s calf with her toe.
Kouga let out a chocked yelp, which the others ignored.
“I’ve read about some types of mental and spiritual control. “ Sesshomaru volunteered. “Though if you cannot tell me anything other then the boy’s eyes flash and he moves like a puppet, there is not much I can tell you.” he said, his voice covering the strange noises Kouga was making.
“Well you said this girl and Kohaku would be near by, right?” Kagura asked and Sango nodded. “Well, what if we set Sango up as bait, waited for Kohaku to show up and let Sesshomaru observe them himself?” She suggested.
Miroku narrowed his eyes and threw an arm around Sango, drawing her closer. “No.” He said, appearing to sound calm but sent a shiver down everyone’s spine when they looked at his eyes.
Kagura rolled her eyes, “Kami, Miroku, calm down. Sango’s a big girl and more then capable of taking care of herself.” She reminded him, annoyed.
Hiten hocked a arm around her, pulling her even closer if that was possible. “That’s not what he’s worried about sweetheart, he doesn’t want her in danger at all, even if she was the strongest woman on earth.” he told her, meeting Miroku’s eyes and understanding his worry completely.
He had a woman he had to protect himself who would knee him if those words ever came out of his mouth about her, after all.
“I like part of Kagura’s suggestion. What about just taunting her?” Bankotsu added, “In my experience, those who are young, proud and brave are more likely to do something stupid when provoked.” He explained, and he and the other Seven members slid their eyes to Jakotsu.
Jakotsu threw his hands up. “Well what was I supposed to do? That pretty young thing was just begging me to take him.” He defended.
Renkotsu sighed, “Jakotsu.” He said, sounding like he had explained this thousands of times before. “If a handsome, young man from the other army is walking around late at night near his enemy’s camp alone, and saying very loudly, ‘oh I just wish one of my enemies would come out and show me what a bad boy I’ve been’ it is always, always a trap,”
“It might not have been! What about that one time in Kyoto?”
“...Jakotsu, the man was drunk and drugged. He wasn’t even gay!”
“Ok! Getting way off track here.” Inuyasha interrupted. “Why can’t we just go outside and make fun of Kikyo and her servants? We do that all the time anyway.” He pointed out.
They thought about it for a moment. “All right, but I want to be the one to use the dirty nun jokes!” Rin declared and pushed her way to the door.
“No fair!” Kagura yelled, close on her heels as they argued about which jokes they could say.
Finally when everyone was outside, and casually walking around, Ayame cleared her throat very loudly. “Hey Rin, what’s the difference between a rooster and Kikyo?”
“I don’t know, Ayame, what?”
“A rooster says ‘cock-a-doodle-do’ and Kikyo says ‘a-cock-will-do.”
“Oh, I got one about Naraku!” Jakotsu said when the laughing died down. “Ok, so one day, Naraku and Kikyo are walking when they see a dog licking himself. Naraku sighs and says ‘ I wish I could do that.’ Kikyo says, ‘well shouldn’t you pet him first?”
There was dead silence for a moment before the others got the joke and started laughing. “Ok, that was good, but I got one that tops it.” Inuyasha admitted. “So lets say Kikyo is applying for a job or something, as if she wasn’t royalty, alright? And the guy asks name, she says Kikyo, then he asks nationality, she says Japanese. Then he asks, sex? She says four to five times a day. The guy, shocked, says, ‘no, I meant male or female?’ Kikyo replies, ‘Oh, that doesn’t matter, even an animal will do.” Even Sesshomaru’s lip twitched as their laughter rang through the woods.
“You think that’s good Inuyasha? Well, what’s the difference between a palace and Kikyo?” Sango asked.
“What?”
“Not everyone’s been inside a palace.” Sango said smugly.
“THAT IS ENOUGH!” Soten yelled as she suddenly appeared in front of them, her dragon at her side. “I will allow you to mock my lord and lady no longer!” She hissed as Kohaku woodenly stepped out of the forest.
Sango stepped forward grimily, dropping the swords she had on the ground so she wouldn’t be tempted to use them on that annoying, over-dramatic brat.
“I’m going to enjoy watching your brother kill you!” the child snarled and waved a hand at Kohaku. Sango tensed, glaring at Kirara to stay with Shippo and got ready to block any attacks her brother might use.
“No, wait!” Hiten yelled, jumping in front of Sango. The Seven and Rin circled Sango while the other dwarfs held their weapons out. Kohaku paused, seeing the woman he was suppose to kill, blocked by others and looked at Soten for orders.
“ Soten...don’t do this.” Hiten begged as the blood from Soten’s face drained.
“...Brother?”
AN: If it’s possible I think that was a worst cliffhanger then last chapter. If anyone knows anything about Soten, could you please tell me? I can’t find any pictures or information on her. So something about how she looks, or her powers would be really, really helpful. Hope you enjoyed the jokes, I know some of them are kinda lame but I wanted some light stuff. Please, please, please review, and if you haven’t already, check out my other fic which I have FINALLY updated!
OrlandoLover- Have I ever claimed to be a nice person? (Though leaving it off there was evil even for me) And I only have one other fic out, it’s called ‘The Huge Book of Fairy Tales...Sort of’ which I know you already read. After this story is over, I’m doing major work on HBOFT’s before I start another big story. Writing some short stuff, cleaning things up, separating the sequels/sagas/whatever’s, from the ‘Book’ and giving them their own thing. Stuff like that. I’m also thinking about rewriting Toads and Diamonds. I just reread that a little while ago . . . I’m surprised I wasn’t flamed for it. Well, I hoped I answered your question. (Looking back, I’m not totally sure I did...)
Mischievous-Angel- Thank you. I need more reviews on mediaminer. Enjoy the new chapter.
One last thing: THERE IS FINALLY A LEMON!!!!! Enjoy, and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha, Snow White, the computer I’m writing this on, the desk that this computer I’m writing on is sitting on, the floor under the desk that the computer is sitting on that I’m writing on...
Sango
Kohaku looked at his sister with cold eyes as he whirled his sickle in the air over his head. Sango continued to sit calmly, waiting for the killing blow.
Kohaku released it, and as the blade flew closer to her, Sango kept her eyes on her brother, wanting him to be the last thing she saw before death.
She gasped slightly when the blade only kissed her cheek, leaving a faint cut as it was embedded in the wood behind her.
Kohaku was bent over, gasping for breath and trembling violently. “Sango.” He wailed. “Don’t make me do this.” He begged.
Sango opened her mouth to respond when he suddenly gasped and slowly straightened as his eyes flashed bright red for a moment before turning blank again.
Coldly, Kohaku flipped his weapon back to the palm of his hand with a flick of his wrist before he started twirling it around him again.
Her execution back on schedule, Sango felt a little lighter knowing she had seen really seen her brother before she died.
This time, when her brother let his sickle fly, Sango closed her eyes.
(LEMONAHEAD!LEMONAHEAD!LEMONAHEAD!LEMONAHEAD!LE MONAHEAD!)
Kagura and Hiten-
Hiten looked back at Kagura, smirking slowly before continuing to pull her behind him.
“You know, blindfolding me and dragging me around is starting to become something of a habit.” She complained, wanting to try to take the cloth off just so he would give her another one of those drugging kisses before replacing it.
“I want it to be a surprise.” He told her, dragging her forward enough to nibble on her knuckles.
“And you’re sure I’m not going to trip over anything?” Kagura asked, still worried about rocks or holes she might not see.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, this path is totally smooth. And besides, I thought you might like this last chance to walk correctly for the next few days.” He said innocently, while Kagura slowly blushed.
“Well, we’re here.” He announced as he stopped walking and wrapped an arm around her waist. “I know I said we were going to find a room but I thought you’d like this more.” He said and slowly drew the blindfold off.
Kagura had to blink, not sure what she was seeing was really in front of her.
“Hiten.” She said as calmly as she could when she really wanted to rip her hair out in frustration. “We’re on top of a hill.”
He looked over and grinned at her. “Yeah, but it’s what’s at the bottom of it that’s important.” He said, winking as he edged her over to the drop. “You never rolled down a hill?” He asked.
She eyed the slope, “I’ve never had the slightest desire to.”
“Liar.” He scoffed. “I bet you’ve wanted to your whole life but you never got the chance to.”
He let go of her and plopped down, sitting sideways on the very edge of the slope. “Tell you what, I’ll go first and wait for you at the bottom. And I won’t look, so if you want to walk down you can, or you can roll.” He grinned briefly at her before laying down and pushing himself down, laughing as he rolled.
Kagura bit her lip, toeing the incline. It was something she wanted to do, but she had never been comfortable doing it with others.
But if Hiten was waiting for her...
She slowly laid flat on the brim of the hill, took a breath and let herself fall.
She couldn’t help but laugh as she whirled down the summit, her hair coming undone and picking up grass, she lost a slipper while her head reeled from the fast descent.
She gasped when she rolled right into Hiten’s arms, opening her eyes long enough to watch him brace himself above her as he lowered his mouth to hers.
“I though you weren’t going to watch me come down.” Kagura finally said when they broke away.
He shrugged, reaching a hand out to slowly stroke her hair, pulling grass out. “I wanted to see what you looked like with your cheeks flushed and grass in your hair.” He said simply before capturing her lips again.
Kagura moaned against his mouth, one hand loosening his braid while the other clutched his shoulder. She laid half reclined against the rise of the hill as Hiten pinned her legs down with his, still not fully covering her as he carefully explored every inch of her mouth.
He slowly broke away from her, shivers racking down her spine from the intense look he was giving her.
“Kagura.” He said, and she wanted to purr at the way he said her name, like he savored each syllable before letting it roll off his tongue. “You have to be ready for this sweetheart, I won’t be able to stop once I get started. I’ll try to be gentle but-“
”Oh you don’t have to worry about that. That problem has been taken care of.” She said cheerfully, as she pushed her hands through his now freed hair. “Kami, I love your hair.” She whimpered before placing her hands on one of his ties.
“Wait a minute damn it! I’m trying to be romantic here and . . . hold on, you’ve done this before?” Hiten asked stunned, stilling the busy hand on his clothing.
She looked up at him, annoyed. “Yes.” She said, trying to tug her hand back.
“But when? How?” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Who?”
Kagura rolled her eyes, “It was awhile ago and it was just a servant at my family’s home.” She said carelessly, trying to lean up and kiss his skin.
He leaned back, trying to control the snarling demon in him. “What was he like?” He asked, feeling a little foolish for being worried about the man’s skill.
She glared up at him. “That’s none of your business!” She snapped back.
It will be, he thought grimily. He just had to find out the name of the man who touched her before he could. But first...
He took both her hands and pinned them to the side of her head as he slowly traced her face with his lips before moving to her neck, making sure to brush his long hair teasingly over her skin.
“Hiten.” Kagura whined in frustration, pulling at the human shackles holding her to the earth.
“As I was saying before.” He continued silkily. “If we do this Kagura, I don’t know if I’ll be able to let you go. At the risk of sounding overly dramatic you’ve wedged yourself inside of me. I know we’ve only known each other for a few months . . . but I think I’m falling for you.” He told her lovingly, releasing one of her hands to run his own down her face.
She sighed, turning her face into his caress. “I think I’ve already fallen for you.” She told him quietly into the palm of his hand.
He looked down at her for a moment, his beautiful face surrounded by his black hair and the sun’s light, before growling and taking her lips again possessively.
“Mine.” He growled against her skin, his hand snaking down to unwrap her obi from her waist.
He fumbled over the complicated tie, and he nuzzled her neck in approval when she loosened it for him and spread her kimono slowly open.
She smirked when his mouth dropped open and he started panting.
“I have to admit, I hoped we would get to this soon so I wanted to make sure I was . . . prepared.”
Hiten barely heard her, still taking in the sight of her spread out across the grassy hill, dark hair surrounding her in a halo as if she were a fallen angel while every inch of her was gloriously naked and begging for his touch.
She reached up for his ties again, and this time he let her work on the bottom knot while he worked on the top one. He brushed his amour off, pushing it to the side and before shrugging out of his clothing, Kagura’s eager hands helping.
She slowly smiled like she was a predator who just found her prey when he finally got all his clothes off, and started running her hands over him, enjoying the feel of his smooth, muscled skin under her palms.
He sighed, leaning into her touch, before slowly placing his hand on her stomach and trailing it up.
Kagura whimpered when his hand paused under her breast, tracing the delicate skin under the heavy mound while she waited impatiently.
“Hiten!” She moaned before finally taking his hand and cupping it under her breast herself.
Automatically, his fingers spread over the flesh, taking in as much skin as he could while brushing his lips lightly over her shoulder and neck. She arched her back, pushing herself more firmly into his hand until he started to lower his head towards her pink, hardening nipple.
He pursed his lips and blew air lightly over her, making her growl in expectation.
“Hiten.” She warned as he finally sucked her into his mouth.
Kagura hissed, hands burying them in his hair instinctively and pressed him closer to her. Never had something felt so good before. Anyone else kissing or suckling her chest would be merely pleasant, but with Hiten it felt so much better.
His tongue flicked teasingly against the hard nub, scrapping his teeth slightly with every pull of his mouth. His free hand crept up to her neglected mound, stroking and touching in time with his mouth.
He switched breasts finally, when the one he had been working on was hard and red, and started on the other one while Kagura frantically ran her hands over every inch of him she could touch.
He raked both sets of his claws very, very lightly down the skin of her belly, sending goose bumps rasing in their wake. He reluctantly left her breast with one last flick of his tongue before moving down, his lips and breath caressing her stomach while stopping briefly at her naval.
She felt Hiten tracing the line her thighs made as they met together, and she slowly parted them for him, shivering when he settled down between her legs.
“Hiten!” She snapped, tugging on his hair to try and get him up to where she wanted him.
He looked up at her and slowly smirked deviously, causing her to quiver in a way she didn’t know was possible.
“There’s just one more sight I haven’t seen yet.” He purred, moving even lower down her body until he was at eye level with . . . that.
She blushed, understanding what he wanted to do. She tugged on his hair again. “It’s all right Hiten, I don’t really like that anyway, just get up here!” She ordered, starting to feel desperate.
He slowly peered up at her face, rasing a brow. “You don’t ‘like this’?” He repeated, taken back.
She nodded, impatiently. “Yes, yes. Just come here!” She pulled at his shoulder, almost whining.
Hiten continued to look up at her, astonished, “And just how do you know you don’t like this?” He demanded.
She groaned low in her throat. “My last lovers tried it, I didn’t like it, that simple. Can we talk with something other then our mouths please?”
“How do you know you don’t like this if you haven’t tried it with me yet? Women have always raved about my skills thank you very much!” Hiten defended, before narrowing his eyes, “Wait a minute, lovers? As in the plural form? I thought you said there was only one servant!” He reminded her jealously.
She shrugged, getting frustrated. “Servant, servants, what’s the different? I just know it’s not something I enjoy. But there is something I enjoy, and if you would come up here I could show you.” She drawled seductively.
He didn’t let himself get distracted, pissed off that besides some other man touching what he wanted to make his, they (THEY!) hadn’t even had the decency to make sure his woman found pleasure! (Though now he could show her what a real man was like in bed, but that was besides the point.) If-no when- he found out their names, heads would roll.
“Just let me show you how good it can be sweetheart.” He coaxed. “And you don’t know how much of a turn on it is to see you so soft and wet because of me.” He told her, watching her intently until she tentatively nodded yes.
He growled in approval, bending his head finally to Kagura’s sweet spot, emitting the most pleasing scent he had ever inhaled.
Oh yes, he was sure he would enjoy this.
With a low rumble, he dove his mouth into her, licking and nibbling while she yelped in surprise. He circled her clit with a swipe of his tongue, his hands going to her thighs to hold her down as he smirked at her sudden cries.
“Hiten!” She cried when he rolled his tongue up and plunged it into her while he growled, the vibrations passing through her.
“Enough! You win, you’re right!” Kagura pleaded, pulling at his hair, “Please Hiten, I need you!”
With one last kiss, Hiten slithered his way back up her body, enjoying the way his skin and hair rubbed against her.
He slowly smirked at her, pushing back sweat dampened hair from her forehead. “Well? Do we know now not to trust previous experiences with horrible, selfish, inconsiderate, ugly lovers?” Hiten asked her.
She playfully glared up at him. “Yes.” She sighed before her eyebrows lifted. “And who said anything about them being ugly?” She teased.
She shivered when his growl rumbled through her body, “Calm down Hiten, I didn’t say they looked better then you, did I?” She pointed out.
His smirk returned as he set his cock just outside her entrance. “Good answer sweetheart. And now that my manhood has been restored . . . ” he trailed off and let his body do the talking for him.
She hissed, lacing her fingers again in his heart when he thrust into her, almost filling her in one strong move. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trailing her hands up and down his thighs as he moved in and out of her.
Hiten couldn’t help snarling in pleasure as he forced his way through her tight folds. It almost felt like he was going insane, but knowing if he held it out just a little longer, he would reach something so much better then paradise.
Finally Kagura started keening under him, digging her nails into his back. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he quickly pulled out of her to come on the grass, dragging a rough hand down her clit to send her out as well.
Now spent, Hiten collapsed on the side of Kagura, pulling her to him with the last of his strength.
“Damn.” He whispered, never having any kind of experience like that with any other woman he bedded.
Well, he knew one thing for sure. The sex life would never get old between them.
Sango
“Damn it Sango!” She heard a voice curse and metal clanking as it met a wooden barrier and cut it apart.
Sango slowly opened her eyes again to see Miroku’s back standing protectively in front of her, his staff cleanly split into two in his hands while he stared her brother down.
“Miroku.” She whispered, but if he heard her he didn’t acknowledge her, continuing to study Kohaku cooly.
She braced herself on her good arm, leaning over enough to see Kohaku tilting his head blankly at Miroku, not sure what to do. Naraku hadn’t said anything about killing another person, only the woman named Sango.
“Stay away from Sango.” Miroku said dangerously, his broken staff shaking in his clenched hands.
Kohaku only continued to stare at him, his sickle now in his hand as he thought about what to do.
“Well isn’t this sweet. The perverted monk watching over the wounded demon slayer.” A young girl sneered as she stepped out of the forest, her little arms crossed over her chest and a red dragon hovering protectively over her. The child had red eyes and short dark hair pulled back at the nape of her neck. Rubies flashed at her ears and she had on warrior’s grab similar to Hiten’s, only much less elaborate.
Miroku barely flashed his eyes to her, thinking she was the lesser threat. “Who are you?” He asked, sensing she wasn’t a friend.
She proudly tossed her head back, “A loyal servant to Queen Kikyo and to Lord Naraku.” She boasted.
Miroku’s and Sango’s lips tightened. “You serve a monster like that?”Miroku spat out.
The girl lifted her chin, a scowl on her pretty face. “How dare you? My masters are not monsters, the only beasts I know of, are they who would stop my lady’s plans and spread cruel words about her!” She said, her speech sounding too adult for her small body.
“Kikyo wants to murder us all, and Naraku turned my brother into a puppet! You want to obey a master like that?” Sango asked angrily.
The child shrugged her shoulders, “I would not judge what you do not understand.” She told them coldly. She glanced at Sango. “Are you willing to die for your brother?” She asked.
“Yes.” Sango said without a second’s hesitation, ignoring Miroku’s tense body.
The girl looked at Miroku. “As much as I would love to let the boy spill your traitoress blood all over the earth, this one doesn’t appear to let him.” She sighed. “I suppose we will have to try again, no sense in getting Kohaku needlessly injured. Koryu!” She snapped and the dragon immediately flew to Kohaku, growing bigger as he scooped him up with his claws.
A cloud formed under her feet, lifting her into the air next to her dragon. “Remember the name Soten! Know that I am the one to fear! The one who will help Kikyo in taking all your lives!” The girl swore before clapping her hands and disappearing with the dragon and Kohaku in a burst of smoke.
Sango blinked. “Well that was quick.” She murmured before burying her face in her hands and breaking down into tears.
Miroku felt his anger and fear slip away at the sight of the strong woman crying. “Sango . . . ” he trailed off helplessly as she continued to sob.
He kneeled down and took her into his arms, almost losing his balance when she clutched him and cried harder.
“Damn it, it’s not fair! Why him? Why my little brother! He was so sweet, so kind! I knew he wasn’t cut out to be a demon slayer, but I let my father push him! And now he’s Naraku’s pawn.” Sango raged as her tears kept coming and soaking Miroku’s robes.
“And that poor child! Now she’s serving Kikyo and Naraku and actually enjoys it. She’s so young, where are her parents? Her siblings? Her family? And the little brat barely spent three minutes here before deciding we weren’t worth her time and leaving!”
Miroku stoked her hair, letting her get it all out while he tried to hide one or two tears that wanted to fall out of his own eyes. Thank Kami she was safe, safe here in his arms and not bleeding on the ground because he hadn’t gotten to her in time. He glanced down and frowned when he finally noticed the streak of red on her cheek. He would have to clean that for her later...
And this incident only made him more determined too win her love. What if he had been too late to save her? He would have no memories of them together to keep him sane during the rest of his life, no reminders to keep him warm on cold lonely nights. He was well aware she might die someday from her job, but there was no way in hell he wouldn’t have had some degree of happiness with her first.
“Miroku.” Her tired voice brought him back from his thoughts. “Thank you for not harming my brother. He’s . . . he’s not himself right now but you still didn’t attack him. Thank you for that.” She whispered.
He leaned down and pressed his lips on the top of her head. “You’re welcome.” He said softly back, his arms tightening around her.
She finally quieted down, trying to sit on her own without him but he held on, not wanting to let her go just yet.
“Why did you leave the house Sango? Didn’t you think you could get into trouble?” He asked, his chin on top of her head.
“No.” She said honestly. “And even with my arm like this, I can still take care of myself. If it had been anyone but my little brother, he would have been dead on the ground in seconds.” She reminded him.
“Well it’s not happening again.” He told her firmly, sighing mentally when she tensed up in his grasp.
“Excuse me?” She asked coldly.
“You heard what the girl, Soten said. The next time you’re alone, Kohaku will kill you.” Miroku reminded her helpfully, unwrapping one of his arms to grab the broken pieces of his staff before moving it back around her. “I’ll have to talk to the dwarfs, see what we can do to make sure you’re protected-“
”Hey!” Sango yelled, jerking enough in his arms to lean back and glare at him. “I do not need to be protected! Besides, everyone has more important things to do then be my babysitter.”
“I don’t.” Miroku told her cheerfully, enjoying her yelp when he suddenly stood with her in his arms, his staff in one hand with the paper he found wrapped around them.
“I can walk you jerk, put me down!” Sango shrieked, punching his shoulder.
He winced but didn’t drop her. “If I go down, you’re going down with me Sango.” He told her calmly, smirking slightly when she gave up.
“Just don’t get use to this.” She grumbled.
He only smiled.
Later
“So Naraku has control of the demon slayers.” Hiten said, still studying the letter Sango gave him.
She nodded, tight lipped with a look so blank Sesshomaru was slightly jealous.
“Is there anyway to know how they’re controlled or if there’s anyway to free them?” Ayame asked worriedly before sliding her foot up under the table and lightly caressing Kouga’s calf with her toe.
Kouga let out a chocked yelp, which the others ignored.
“I’ve read about some types of mental and spiritual control. “ Sesshomaru volunteered. “Though if you cannot tell me anything other then the boy’s eyes flash and he moves like a puppet, there is not much I can tell you.” he said, his voice covering the strange noises Kouga was making.
“Well you said this girl and Kohaku would be near by, right?” Kagura asked and Sango nodded. “Well, what if we set Sango up as bait, waited for Kohaku to show up and let Sesshomaru observe them himself?” She suggested.
Miroku narrowed his eyes and threw an arm around Sango, drawing her closer. “No.” He said, appearing to sound calm but sent a shiver down everyone’s spine when they looked at his eyes.
Kagura rolled her eyes, “Kami, Miroku, calm down. Sango’s a big girl and more then capable of taking care of herself.” She reminded him, annoyed.
Hiten hocked a arm around her, pulling her even closer if that was possible. “That’s not what he’s worried about sweetheart, he doesn’t want her in danger at all, even if she was the strongest woman on earth.” he told her, meeting Miroku’s eyes and understanding his worry completely.
He had a woman he had to protect himself who would knee him if those words ever came out of his mouth about her, after all.
“I like part of Kagura’s suggestion. What about just taunting her?” Bankotsu added, “In my experience, those who are young, proud and brave are more likely to do something stupid when provoked.” He explained, and he and the other Seven members slid their eyes to Jakotsu.
Jakotsu threw his hands up. “Well what was I supposed to do? That pretty young thing was just begging me to take him.” He defended.
Renkotsu sighed, “Jakotsu.” He said, sounding like he had explained this thousands of times before. “If a handsome, young man from the other army is walking around late at night near his enemy’s camp alone, and saying very loudly, ‘oh I just wish one of my enemies would come out and show me what a bad boy I’ve been’ it is always, always a trap,”
“It might not have been! What about that one time in Kyoto?”
“...Jakotsu, the man was drunk and drugged. He wasn’t even gay!”
“Ok! Getting way off track here.” Inuyasha interrupted. “Why can’t we just go outside and make fun of Kikyo and her servants? We do that all the time anyway.” He pointed out.
They thought about it for a moment. “All right, but I want to be the one to use the dirty nun jokes!” Rin declared and pushed her way to the door.
“No fair!” Kagura yelled, close on her heels as they argued about which jokes they could say.
Finally when everyone was outside, and casually walking around, Ayame cleared her throat very loudly. “Hey Rin, what’s the difference between a rooster and Kikyo?”
“I don’t know, Ayame, what?”
“A rooster says ‘cock-a-doodle-do’ and Kikyo says ‘a-cock-will-do.”
“Oh, I got one about Naraku!” Jakotsu said when the laughing died down. “Ok, so one day, Naraku and Kikyo are walking when they see a dog licking himself. Naraku sighs and says ‘ I wish I could do that.’ Kikyo says, ‘well shouldn’t you pet him first?”
There was dead silence for a moment before the others got the joke and started laughing. “Ok, that was good, but I got one that tops it.” Inuyasha admitted. “So lets say Kikyo is applying for a job or something, as if she wasn’t royalty, alright? And the guy asks name, she says Kikyo, then he asks nationality, she says Japanese. Then he asks, sex? She says four to five times a day. The guy, shocked, says, ‘no, I meant male or female?’ Kikyo replies, ‘Oh, that doesn’t matter, even an animal will do.” Even Sesshomaru’s lip twitched as their laughter rang through the woods.
“You think that’s good Inuyasha? Well, what’s the difference between a palace and Kikyo?” Sango asked.
“What?”
“Not everyone’s been inside a palace.” Sango said smugly.
“THAT IS ENOUGH!” Soten yelled as she suddenly appeared in front of them, her dragon at her side. “I will allow you to mock my lord and lady no longer!” She hissed as Kohaku woodenly stepped out of the forest.
Sango stepped forward grimily, dropping the swords she had on the ground so she wouldn’t be tempted to use them on that annoying, over-dramatic brat.
“I’m going to enjoy watching your brother kill you!” the child snarled and waved a hand at Kohaku. Sango tensed, glaring at Kirara to stay with Shippo and got ready to block any attacks her brother might use.
“No, wait!” Hiten yelled, jumping in front of Sango. The Seven and Rin circled Sango while the other dwarfs held their weapons out. Kohaku paused, seeing the woman he was suppose to kill, blocked by others and looked at Soten for orders.
“ Soten...don’t do this.” Hiten begged as the blood from Soten’s face drained.
“...Brother?”
AN: If it’s possible I think that was a worst cliffhanger then last chapter. If anyone knows anything about Soten, could you please tell me? I can’t find any pictures or information on her. So something about how she looks, or her powers would be really, really helpful. Hope you enjoyed the jokes, I know some of them are kinda lame but I wanted some light stuff. Please, please, please review, and if you haven’t already, check out my other fic which I have FINALLY updated!