InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tale of the Twins ❯ Chapter Thirty-One: Perfect ( Chapter 31 )

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Chapter Thirty-One

Perfect

Shuarra, not going to let her twin out of her sight, and definitely not willing to let him leave for hell knows how long without her, was coming with him and Kaida. She didn't give them any other options.

Rin stood at the dock, waving goodbye to them as they sailed away on the ship. Sesshoumaru and Naraku were back farther in the crowd, somehow blending in perfectly with the humans, never even receiving a passing glance. It was amazing how time could blur out the existence of an entire race. No one recognized them anymore, it seemed.

Kuraimaru knew better.

There were a few peoples in the world yet who could see him for what he was. The natives here, for one--though they called him by a word he wasn't familiar with. But they weren't really afraid of him. They feared him, but not so much as to attack out of fear, as humans had so often in the past. They regarded him with an aloof reverence, if that was possible. It was the best term he could give to it.

The crossing to England was relatively dull and uneventful. England itself was a bit more interesting, especially with Kaida as a guide. She showed them places they never would have seen on their own, including ancient hunting grounds of dragons, and the nesting caves nearby there. It seemed hollow, though, without the dragons occupying them. It was devoid of the life that once filled it--like walking in to a ruin of a palace with ancient memories of grandeur.

Slowly, taking their time to enjoy the sights, the sounds, the cultures, they made it across Europe, in to Asia, ending in Japan.

Because they had been so young when they had left, it was difficult for either Kuraimaru or Shuarra Meitsuki to really remember what it had been like when they were children. Still, it seemed pleasant enough. The clothing—that was familiar. Traditions were also familiar. Comfortable. They had, after all, been raised with Japanese traditions, despite that they had spent most of their lives elsewhere.

They had heard from Sesshoumaru and Naraku about what it had been like when they were born. Rin sometimes had told them stories about it too—about what it had been like when youkai, magic, and spells were still in the world. It all seemed like a fairytale, honestly.

Kaida was only too happy to learn anything she could about their homeland. She had been eager enough to share hers.

The specific place they were in search of was the site they had been born. The castle itself probably no longer existed, but they still wanted to see the place. Of course, they knew little about it other than that it was in Japan, and to the west.

With such little information, the only logical course of action was, of course, to go comb the western-most parts of Japan and look for anything that might seem familiar. Or, if they were lucky, to see the castle.

The front door burst open. Sesshoumaru flinched at the loud, booming sound of the door slamming against the wall, ricocheting back, and then Rin slamming it shut. Naraku was unbothered. He and Rin were “blessed” with hearing that was not nearly as sensitive as was his.

He listened to her run in to the sun room, where he and Naraku were having an afternoon tea.

She had an off-white envelope clutched in her hand like a prize. “It came!”

“What came?” Naraku wondered, not sounding like he particularly cared.

Rin ignored his tone of voice and forged ahead. “It's from Kurai-kun and Shuarra-kun!”

“Open it,” Sesshoumaru advised.

She was already one step ahead of him, for she was tearing it open even as she sat down at the table with them. She tore the letter from its paper packaging and unfolded it. It was in perfect Kanji script, which meant Kuraimaru wrote it. Shuarra Meitsuki's handwriting was illegible, no matter which language she wrote in.

Rin's mind scrambled to remember what it all meant. She had been using English for so long that she worried that she might not remember Kanji. Of course, she saw the figure for her name and it blessedly all came back to her, just in time to save face. Wonderfully, the Japanese language came back too, so she had no messy translations to make. “'Naraku, Sesshoumaru, and Rin.' We arrived in Japan without incident. It's amazing that no one recognized a youkai any more, from the stories you all have told to us. It's a shame too. We are going in search of Sesshoumaru's old castle. If the castle itself is no longer there, we would like to see the site at least. Kaida is pleased to be here, and I think she is enjoying herself. Shuarra Meitsuki is being her usual cheery self, though I fear that she may provoke the local government, considering her badgering ways.'” Rin broke off to laugh. She could only imagine what Shuarra was doing to pester the humans there. Probably just being herself. “'Shuarra Meitsuki has also decided that her hair should be bright blue for this trip, and is drawing much unneeded attention to herself. I am planning on `convincing' her to change it back to black some time after I write this letter.'” Rin laughed again. Which probably meant a few threats to Shuarra's well-being. “'As for myself, I'm quite enjoying the time we've spent in Japan so far. We are considering retracing our first passage back to Europe—probably flying instead of taking a ship though. I'll write again once anything of interest happens.'” Rin rolled her eyes at that. Kuraimaru's interest was rarely piqued—just like Sesshoumaru's. It was signed by each of them—Kuraimaru in his perfect script, Shuarra's illegible figures, only identifiable by how bad the writing was, and Kaida's, which looked like Kuraimaru had been guiding her hand as she wrote.

“It seems like they've been busy,” Naraku commented.

Rin glanced at the signatures again, musing over the last one. Kuraimaru and Kaida were getting close. She smiled at that. Maybe if he settled down, they could be a normal-ish family again. “They're having fun anyway. It would be nice to see Japan again,” she said wistfully.

Sesshoumaru glanced at Naraku. “I was contemplating taking another trip there. Rin, why don't you come with us?”

Rin suddenly perked up. “Could we meet up with the twins and Kaida?”

“I was planning on it.”

The human suddenly looked excited. “When are we leaving?”

“When can you be ready?”

“As soon as you can book our passage,” she promised.

Sesshoumaru stood up and moved to a shelf. He removed something out of a small wooden box on the shelf, holding three tickets. “Can you be ready by tomorrow evening?”

Rin was immediately off to pack without another word.

Naraku and Sesshoumaru, of course, had already packed for the trip.

“You realize of course that we aren't going to have time or probably opportunity for quite a while,” the hanyou reminded his youkai lover.

Sesshoumaru leaned forward and kissed him. Naraku could himself on Sesshoumaru's perfectly sculpted lips. He didn't hate it, but he couldn't say it was a pleasant taste. It was more that that taste was on Sesshoumaru's lips that made it pleasant. The dog pulled away. “Which is why tonight has to make up for it—it has to be perfect.” He forced Naraku in to a deep kiss. His claws embedded in the spider's shoulder. He tugged softly at the exposed wound, pulled Naraku down. They pulled away. Naraku's hair had somehow all fallen on one side, exposing half of his face to the moonlight streaming in from the open window.

“How could it?” Naraku kissed Sesshoumaru again. “Especially when every moment with you is perfect?”

Sesshoumaru wasn't sure if he liked or disliked it when he said things like that. He chose not to respond and kissed him again, wrapping his legs around Naraku's waist.

It was more that he wasn't sure how to respond to anything romantic like that. Was he supposed to be happy? Or think it was stupid? He really had mixed feelings—both on how to respond, and that he was pleased that Naraku would feel that way, and that he thought to say it like that was sort of stupid.

Naraku pulled away from his lips. He kissed his neck and slow left trailing kisses all the way down his chest. He moved back to his nipple and teased the taught nipple with his teeth. Sesshoumaru was beginning to get impatient.

Naraku teased him a bit longer—just as long as he knew he could get away with—and moved in to position. Sesshoumaru was already on his back with his legs wrapped around him, so it might as well be this one. The dog was already prepared for him. He liked to watch Sesshoumaru's divine face as he entered. That brief flash of pain, followed by arousal, followed by small pants and gasps that eventually led to screams and moans. There would be pain or discomfort for the first two or three thrusts, then that would change. The change would be almost instantaneous, especially if he hit that special area deep inside of him.

Everything happened exactly as Naraku predicted. It was strange that he never really seemed to tire of doing this, even after so many decades had gone by. It somehow just never got boring.

Of course… With a partner as gorgeous, as beautiful, as perfect as Sesshoumaru, that was easy to believe.

First that position, then Naraku's leg started cramping. It happened sometimes. Same position too long and all that—they both had worked up to a fairly high stamina, so that sort of thing happened. He pulled out and, without warning, flipped Sesshoumaru on to his stomach with a tentacle that immediately snapped back into his back. He grabbed a hold of the youkai's hips and pushed back in to him. Sesshoumaru moaned. This was a favorite position. It somehow hit all the right places perfectly… Which was why it didn't last too much longer.

Naraku could feel it coming to an end.

Sesshoumaru gasped. “Naraku… I'm going to…” He could complete his sentence.

“Can you wait? Just another minute.”

Sesshoumaru sort of nodded. It might have been a nod. Hard to tell, considering all of his panting, moaning, pushing, rocking, and so on. Apparently, it was, because he managed to hold off for another minute. It was just enough time. Naraku pulled out and rolled Sesshoumaru on to his back. His took himself in one hand and Sesshoumaru in his mouth. Now that felt amazing. He felt himself release, the fluid flowing over his hand. Sesshoumaru gladly did the same. Naraku swallowed every drop of it. He looked at his lover.

“Was that good enough for you?”

Sesshoumaru reached up, kissed Naraku, and pulled him down beside him.

Apparently, it had been.