InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Be Careful What You Say ( Chapter 34 )

Title: Services Rendered

Community: Iyhedonism

Theme: Slut

Place Earned: not entered for voting

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 407

Warnings: none

 

A/N - this is my second failed attempt at the “Slut” prompt at Iyhedonism. I debated trying to shorten it for awhile, but then settled on a new idea that became “I Think of You.” Wanted to do something dark for a change.

 

 

Be Careful What You Say

 

“Wait, Inuyasha! Don't look!”

 

“Why, wench?”

 

“Just turn around!”

 

The hanyou grumbled but complied, not wanting to get on Kagome's bad side. He was incredibly surprised she was here; she had returned to the past a few short hours after their latest fight, rather than the several days he'd been expecting. He was glad she was back, but it made him nervous. His sensitive ears picked up the sounds of Kagome climbing out of the well, adjusting her clothing, and taking a deep, steadying breath.

 

“Ok, you can look now.”

 

So he did, and nearly keeled over at the sight. For a moment he wasn't sure if the vixen standing before him really was Kagome, but his nose didn't lie. Her green school skirt had been switched out for a black one which barely extended below the tantalizing swell of her hips. Her upper body was only covered by a tiny garment which lifted and framed her breasts, revealing a scintillating amount of cleavage. Her hair was drawn into tails on either side of her head, and her face was heavily but artfully made up. She blushed innocently in a way that indicated she wasn't entirely comfortable with her new look. That made her so much more desirable in his eyes. Feeling spittle run down his chin, Inuyasha forcefully closed his jaw.

 

“Wha…” he tried, tailing off and just motioning to her.

 

“Well, you said my clothes made me look like a slut. I wanted to show you how a real slut would dress in my time, so your baka brain would know the difference!”

 

“Take it off,” he ordered. Kagome fumed, an osuwari on the tip of her tongue.

 

“What gives you the right—”

 

“Dammit, Kagome! You aren't a slut, so don't dress like one! I-I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it,” he finished quietly, looking away. Kagome's eyes softened; she knew how difficult apologizing was for him. It seemed his insult had been a product of his frustration at her departure to take more tests, and not truly indicative of his feelings. After months of watching him shove his foot in his mouth, she had learned not to take his harsh words quite so seriously when they argued.

 

“That's ok,” she replied. Come on, let's go to my time so I can change out of these awful clothes!” Grinning, Inuyasha swept her up in his arms and leapt into the well.