InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Art of Tea - ON HOLD ❯ The Art of Tea - Chapter 9 - Pu-Erh Tea ( Chapter 9 )

DISCLAIMER - The ownership and general brilliance that is the original Feudal Fairy Tale remains the property of its honored and rightfully revered creator Rumiko Takahashi without whose brilliance, we would not have fodder.

 

 

By: ElegantPaws

 

Edited by: Meara the Celt

 

Chapter Nine is dedicated to PirateQueen0405…she had me with the first three paragraphs. The following is an absolute must read in the realm of Kagome/Sesshoumaru pairings. To put it in a nutshell: Superb dialogue, intriguing premise, exceedingly well thought out, exciting and a joy to read. I speak of “Peace Treaty” a simply wonderful epic journey.

 

Namaste

 

Reviews are fuel.

 

 

 

"Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea. "

 

 

--- Henry Fielding, "Love in Several Masques"---

 

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

Chapter 9 - Pu-Erh Tea

 

Kagome became wise to an exceedingly male rise between her thighs. She furrowed her brows, thinking wasn't a priority at the moment. Soft lips entreated hers to stay; a frustrating groan escaping male lips as she raised her head and attempted to focus on the face below hers.

 

“Let that be a lesson to you, Mister Taishou,” she chided, brushing a finger tip across his bruised lower lip with a grin.

 

The world spun and she soon found herself pinned to the tatami, a halo of quicksilver shrouding their faces as he gazed down at her with a peculiar expression. There was a question there, timidity, but it passed quickly, replaced by a supercilious lift of a brow and narrowed eyes. And they said women were mercurial?

 

“You will not share a meal with Onigumo. Not now, not ever. Is this understood?”

 

Kagome blinked.

Not three seconds ago, Kagome was sure her self-imposed chastity belt was to be a distant memory. In fact, his burgeoning erection was hard to ignore as he ground his hips into hers with each word spoken. She could feel his hardened length throbbing against her ever moistening core, which gave its tacit assent. He had blown it. Her ardor had cooled instantly with those misspoken words of command, as though she were his property and she wasn't.

 

“What?” Kagome said quietly, her hands bracing his shoulders in an attempt to gain a few precious inches of breathing space. He complied, but not so his hips which remained firmly entrenched between her legs.

 

Sesshoumaru had anticipated this very reaction and decided, for the sake of clarity, he would repeat himself, tiresome though it was.

 

“You will…”

 

“I heard you the first time,” Kagome said, wriggling under him, signaling the need to be let up.

 

“Then why…”

 

“Get up. Take your daughter, your business, and your clothing off these premises and leave, before I say something I might regret and dishonor both you and my family.”

 

She clearly did not understand. It was his right to demand this. He would explain. He had chosen her as concubine. She should have been thrilled. Few got this opportunity. He hadn't chosen one in centuries. What was wrong with the damn woman?!

 

“If you would stop interrupting for a minute, this Sesshoumaru will explain.”

 

Kagome folded her hands across her chest resolutely. “If you don't get up, I swear I'll scream.”

 

The belt was once again firmly in place with the addition of a deadbolt.

 

 

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

“You really are a pervert aren't you?” Sango said snidely to Miroku's back. He was obviously watching the goings on in the shop.

 

Without turning, he chuckled. “And you are one frustrated, undersexed bitch who envies what comes naturally to Kagome; sex appeal.”

 

Sango opened her mouth to speak then closed it again with a snap, walking off in a huff.

 

There was no come back to his statement, none at all. Tears welled in her eyes as she grabbed her helmet off the kitchen table and fled through the back door, Rin and Mrs. Lee looking perplexed.

 

She barreled into Houjo who had decided to take a walk in the garden since he wasn't wanted in the kitchen at the moment, or anywhere else for that matter.

 

“Am I attractive?” she snarled in his face, sniffing back tears.

 

Houjo stepped back, trying to regain what little composure he had.

 

“Ahhh…yes…sure you are … very attractive.” Houjo blushed, hoping he had given her the answer she desired. It wasn't like she was hideous or anything, just not particularly feminine and he liked feminine, soft, witty i.e. Kagome and her presence was calming. He could never keep up with Kagome, but she never made him feel dumb or inept. Sango's presence on the other hand was, well, overbearing…unapproachable, but he knew that is not what she wanted to hear. In truth she was beautiful, just not his type.

 

Sango scrubbed her cheek and smiled, chuckling to herself.

 

“You lie beautifully, Houjo. Try doing it with your eyes. They tend to tell the truth,” she said, slinging the helmet over her shoulder and waving her goodbye.

 

“See ya!”

 

Houjo stood in place, looking after her as the back alley gate swung closed and he heard the engine start on her motorcycle. He had hurt her. It had not been his intent.

 

His eyes cast about on the gravel beneath his feet, a dark, frayed orange wing at his sock's tip. He bent and retrieved it with furrowed brow. It was a clean cut, almost as though someone had taken great pains to dismember so fragile a being.

 

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

Miroku could sense something had gone wrong with the `would be' lovers and chose at that moment to step through to forestall the impending carnage, making sufficient noise to wake the dead. He heard the mad scramble as both organized themselves hurriedly. Kagome's face was flushed, her hair in disarray. Sesshoumaru looked, well…like Sesshoumaru, but his clothing was rumpled and his usual effortless poise seemed more affected than usual.

 

“Rin is hungry. I think we need to get her home. Maybe even a nap?” Miroku offered.

 

It was the excuse Sesshoumaru needed.

 

“Bring her through. We are leaving.”

 

Kagome toyed with the end of several disheveled strands, head lowered, her mind wondering over the events of the morning.

 

This is what I wanted, right? Then how come I feel so disappointed?

 

“Fridays. If you can have her here on Fridays approximately two hours before your tea session, I can accommodate Rin's lessons. She may join us on occasion, if you so wish.”

 

Sesshoumaru inclined his head and strode from the room to retrieve his ward; obviously Miroku had no intentions of moving.

 

There was an awkward silence between Miroku and Kagome, who had taken her place behind the counter, checking the register, bagging its contents, leaving sufficient change for the afternoon crush, due in about thirty or forty minutes; the rush to avoid the rush of closing time which for the Art of Tea was three pm.

 

“Mr. Houshi? Can you please do me the favor of telling Oshi I'm going to the bank and will be back shortly?”

 

Miroku bowed. “Of course. Can I give you a lift?”

 

She genuinely smiled, wanting to ease the tension. “No, but thank you. It was lovely meeting you today. I look forward to seeing you again.”

 

He could tell she was not being merely polite. Kagome meant it.

 

Miroku watched her put on the newly decorated trainers and smiled. She grinned back.

 

“Okay then,” she said reaching for the little gray bag below the counter. She grabbed her car keys and headed for the door, with just a little too much haste. Miroku knew why and chuckled. She was trying to avoid Taishou. He tended to have that affect on people.

 

“You can come out now, Sesshoumaru. The big-bad ningen is gone.”

 

“Miroku, your insolence will cost you one day.”

 

Violet eyes looked up into frosty citrine and winked. “Yes, but not today. Where's Rin?”

 

Sesshoumaru sighed. “The Lee woman insists on seeing to her meal before we leave. Interfering…”

 

“How nice. I wonder if I can get in on that action?” Miroku said patting his stomach and walked towards the back.

 

“Miroku?”

 

He stopped, looking round to the still figure watching the sporadic pedestrian traffic beyond the window. There were times he felt for his Lord, but this could never be spoken of; the being looked very much alone in that moment.

 

“Nothing. Go on, fill your stomach and be prepared to leave in thirty minutes.”

 

To think he had almost asked the premiere lecher advice on how best to deal with the human female. This Sesshoumaru does not need his counsel. I will simply see to it she does not go on that `date'. If she protests after being informed of her new esteemed position as his bedding wench…this Sesshoumaru will…

 

It would be a shame to harm so vibrant a being who came of such excellent stock, though a ningen. Her family, perhaps not noble of birth like his, had a history that rivaled his own. The Taiyoukai did not have time to finish the distasteful thought. She had returned.

 

~~~~TAoT~~~~

 

 

The little bell tolled above the door as Kagome swung through it, coming face-to-face with Sesshoumaru. She hadn't expected him to still be there and what was more he was whispering conspiratorially with Oshi of all people.

 

Author's Note:

 

Well…that is it for this week. I can tell some of you are glaring. Glares worthy of a Taiyoukai, if I say so myself; come on, haven't I fed you enough this week? Be nice.

 

Oh and did anyone notice, a butterfly's wing…hmmm? Yes, well, more on that…soon.

 

EP