InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tale of the Twins ❯ Chapter Tweny-Five: America ( Chapter 25 )

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Chapter Twenty-Five

America

By the time Sesshoumaru had gotten his haori, things had returned to a semi-normalness. Not that that particular household was ever normal, but that was beside the point.

Rin first told Naraku about her plan. He seemed to like the idea. They then told Iria about it, and then Jaken. Rin let the twins know before they approached Sesshoumaru.

“Sesshoumaru-sama!” Rin said. He didn't like her tone of voice. Not one bit. He looked at her, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “I have a plan for our next home.”

“And?”

Naraku sat down beside him. He wasn't sure how best to do this. Luckily, it was still mid morning, they had had really wild sex the night before, so the youkai should be in a fairly good mood (as far as that went), so this was really the opportune time to do this. If there was a real opportune time. The dog would probably throw a fit. “We've gone to many countries in the past few decades. We worry that some human might see us and recognize us. The simplest solution is to go somewhere we have never been.”

“Such as?” Sesshoumaru demanded, still suspicious as can be.

The others were silent for a moment, all eyes on Naraku. He half-scowled at them, if that was possible, then looked back at his lover. His expression turned deadly serious, confident, and not in the least bit intimidated. He allowed that to wash over his voice too. Never mind that he didn't actually feel that way. Sesshoumaru had an unpredictable demeanor and his temper was unmatched when provoked. This might actually be enough to cause him to strike out at him. “The New World.”

He looked at the small gathering of anxious/nervous human and youkai. “That is fine.” Everyone else released breaths they hadn't realized they had been holding. “Why do you appear so relieved?”

Rin suddenly felt sheepish. A blush coloured her cheeks. “We just thought that…”

“That you would get angry,” Iria finished.

“And would get violent,” Jaken added.

“And say we can't go,” Shuarra Meitsuki put in.

He looked at each of them, contemplating saying something, then thought better of it. Instead, he rose to his feet. “Let us go to England then. We can board a ship there, if you'd like.”

No one moved. No one believed that it was this easy. Not with the adamant Sesshoumaru.

Iria stepped forward. “Sesshoumaru-sama, are you ill?” She touched his forehead, then his nose. She turned grabbed his wrist and checked his blood pressure. Seeing that everything was normal, she shook her head in silent disbelief.

“Why would there be anything wrong with me?”

Naraku shook his head sadly. If only they had known it would be so simple.

Well, apparently the sex last night must have been really good.

*later*

Sesshoumaru gasped, his claws digging in painfully into Naraku's shoulders. He could feel the poison entering the miasma of his blood, blurring together, creating a most deadly toxin. The combination of the two poisons ran in rivulets down his back, getting in his hair. Some of it was running down Sesshoumaru's arms. It intermixed with sweat.

The smell of the poison, the sweat, and sex overpowered the natural fragrances of the forest. There was a hiss as the poison hit the grass, shriveling up the small, insignificant life.

Naraku thought, vaguely in the back of his mind, that if Sesshoumaru were to scream one more time, if he gripped his shoulders just a little bit harder when he did, that his fingers would probably plunge into his skin. A bit curious if it would, he arched his hips at an angle that his lover enjoyed and moved almost violently inside him.

His curiosity was satisfied.

Sesshoumaru's claws tore even larger gashes in his shoulders and his fingers slipped directly underneath Naraku's skin. Naraku shivered, not moving. That feeling was… Unexplainable. It was unnerving, it was disgusting, it was natural (him absorbing youkai a lot kind of natural), and, most of all, it was entirely too pleasurable. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. He made a noise that was not quite a sharp release of breath and released.

He slowly dislodged Sesshoumaru's claws, feeling more miasma gushing down his back. His skin was already beginning to heal, though. Sesshoumaru wasn't finished though, so he kneeled down and took him in his mouth. Sesshoumaru's fingers, coated thoroughly in poison, curled into Naraku's hair. When he gasped, his fingers tightened. When he moaned, his fingers pulled slightly away. When he finally released in white-hot bliss, he gripped Naraku's hair in an iron grip and howled like a wolf (dog, as the case may be), back arching.

When he was finished, he let go of the hanyou's sweat-slick hair and dropped his hands to the forest floor, panting heavily, never wanting to move ever again.

Naraku felt just about the same. He had just enough strength left to crawl beside the youkai, then drop. They glanced at each other, trying to catch their breath, neither quite succeeding.

It would be their last night together for a while, considering the long voyage on the boat. So, they had done their utmost to enjoy it. Apparently, they had succeeded. The only thing they worried about now was Naraku's transformations.

However, Naraku had been testing it for years, and he was relatively certain that he could hold together until the end of the voyage. If not, he would leave for a while, and return quietly.

Shuarra Meitsuki and Kuraimaru behaving like typical humans would be difficult too. However, they had solemnly sworn to do their utmost. At least, Kuraimaru had. And if he did, Shuarra would too.

They had made it perfectly clear to them that if either were to slip up—even once—then they would probably have to kill everyone on the ship. They had understood.

So, throughout the voyage, they played at being human aristocrats, though they mostly kept to themselves as they had all this time. Kuraimaru and Shuarra Meitsuki were blessedly mellow as they had ever been. It was sort eerie.

They took meals inside their room, rather than in the dining room with the rest of the passengers. In fact, they made a point of avoiding contact with them if at all possible. It wasn't always, but they managed. They appeared just enough to not rouse too much suspicion.

And why they only ate in their rooms? It was a quiet family gathering, of course. In truth, Sesshoumaru hardly ever ate at all, Naraku didn't need to and thus didn't, and Kuraimaru ate like a ravenous canine most of the time, as he was, in fact, a growing dog. So, basically, it was necessary to take their meals away from the prying eyes of the passengers. If this behaviour was observed by the humans, it might rouse suspicion. That would only result in death for every human save Rin onboard.

It seemed like they had spent an eternity on the ship. The twins were bored, restless, and still creepy as hell, what with the lack of energy and insanity. Naraku and Sesshoumaru stared at each other a lot—sometimes a little desperately, even having hushed conversations about if they could get away with just one romp in bed. After determining that they were both entirely too loud (Rin and Iria loudly pointed this out), they decided against it, to their mutual disappointment.

Iria was bored sick too, though. She and Rin often wandered around aimlessly on the ship. Jaken was seasick most of the time, so spent a lot of time on deck being sick.

On one of Rin and Iria's early morning walks around the ship, Iria paused and gazed into the West. Suddenly, a broad grin broke across her face. She pointed. “Do you see it?”

“I can't see like you can—“

“Doesn't matter. Not with this landscape. Look!” Iria was practically jumping up and down with excitement. Rin looked in the direction the excited youkai was pointing. She squinted in to the distance, then her eyes widened with glee.

“America!” Rin and Iria chimed together. The end of the long sea voyage was coming to an end.