InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Centre ❯ Territorial ( Chapter 25 )

Quick answer section: Okaasan7 asked whether the part about monkeys was true. Um, as far I know it is not. Grooming is an activity they all do to eat other, not just a sexually active pair. Yes, the purpose of grooming is to remove insects and yes, they do sit there, pick them off and eat them. Good source of protein right? Not much about monkeys in my animal behavior text nor have I come across anything while watching National Geographic that would suggest this act is sexually stimulated. Then again, I am not a monkey so for all I know…….

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Chapter 24: Territorial

Kagome's eyes flicked back and forth between the two males eyeing each other like mortal enemies. The minutes went by and while the tension was still there, she no longer felt like this stupidity was going anywhere.

"Would you like to come in?" Kagome offered. Kouga simply nodded, crossing the threshold just enough to allow the door to shut behind him. "Something to drink? Eat?" Kouga shook his head, eyes never leaving Inuyasha's.

"OH FOR GOODNESS SAKE!" Kagome said, power sparkling at her finger tips. "If you two don't stop right now I'm going to shock you both!"

Their gazes broke, focusing on her as if they'd just realized she was there….or that she could carry out her threat.

"Kagome," Kouga suddenly said in a rather overdramatic fashion, grabbing her hands in his and looking deeply into her eyes. Inuyasha growled behind them, but his human lungs lacked the ability to put force or power behind it. "I need your help. I know you all are set out to destroy Naraku. He has captured the Northern pack. My pack cannot go against him alone. May we join you?"

"No, you filthy wolf," Inuyasha snapped. "Now get your damn paws off of her before I rip them off!"

"That," Kouga said, blue eyes narrowing, "is what we call an empty threat. Why, Kagome? Why dog-turd?"

"Oi, I said, LET HER GO!" Inuyasha demanded, a hand wrapping around her waist. He was annoyed she wasn't doing anything to reaffirm his claim upon her. Kouga tugged her hands, Inuyasha tugged her waist. The aura around Kagome flared up.

Suddenly both men went flying back as a blue barrier erected around her. Kagome banished it as soon as it formed, her eyes blazing in anger.

"Will both of you stop treating me like a toy? The only one I belong to is me. Who I choose to be with is who I choose to be with and I don't need to explain my actions to anyone! Now, sit down!"

The two men grumbled a little but did as instructed, heads turned in opposite directions.

"First, yes Kouga, we would me more than happy to have an extra hand. However, no fighting with Inuyasha, got it?" The wolf looked most unhappy but agreed. "Inuyasha, no baiting, insulting or otherwise initiating a fight with Kouga either."

"Keh, or else what?" he demanded, violet eyes challenging her. The mark pulsed, sensing a struggle for dominance.

"Or else not only will you sleep in a tree tonight, but you can kiss this goodbye," she snapped, placing a hand upon the mark. Pain shot through her as a pink light began to glow around her shoulder and she fell to her knees, her pained eyes never leaving his. Inuyasha immediately jumped up, tearing her hand away, worry filling his eyes.

"Alright, bitch, you made your point," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. Kagome was breathing heavily, tears stinging her eyes as he hugged her close, his thumb gently rubbing the mark. It had an immediate soothing effect.

"Your bitch has you well trained," Kouga scoffed. Inuyasha ignored him. He couldn't do anything to him now, but he could still beat the shit out of the wimpy wolf in his head.

"Kouga," Kagome asked, a sudden thought entering her head. "How did you know where my new apartment was?"

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**Tad bit of a Lemon Warning** Those under 17…you know the drill.

Sango woke to the sound of the shower running. Miroku must have gotten up. She smiled to herself wondering how much sleep he actually got. It could not have been very comfortable and the fact that he'd groped while laying there probably had not aided his situation.

Well, the least she could do was make the man breakfast. Weird…she'd never felt domestic before.

"Good morning," a voice said cheerfully as she stepped out of the bedroom.

"Father?" Sango squeaked, jumping three feet in the air. Oh this didn't look good. Her hair was a mess, pjs not only revealing but also mussed up and she wore no underwear. Oh, add a man in the shower to that.

"Now, now, I expected you two to be frisky. It's healthy. Means I'll have grandchildren faster." Sango's jaw dropped. What had happened to the man who wouldn't let a man over 13 within ten feet of her?

"What are you doing here?" she sputtered.

"Making breakfast for you two love birds. I don't want to intrude so here's the last pancake. I'll be on my way as soon as Miroku is out." The old man paused. "That is Miroku in the shower right?" he asked, his voice suddenly taking a chilling tone. It was the tone that had made her tremble when she was a kid. Now it had the opposite effect.

"No, Father. It's a biker. A castrated homosexual biker," she replied dryly. "Miroku left me for a flight attendant."

"WHAT? Whatever for?" her father demanded and Sango rolled her eyes.

"She's just teasing cause she's never joined the Mile High Club," Miroku said from the doorway, a towel around his waist and a lazy grin upon his face. He looked well sated. Sango chose not to think about what he'd done in the bathroom…all alone.

"Almost had me girl," the old man chuckled. "Since you're out, Miroku, I wanted to give you this." The old man pulled out a credit card and handed it to a rather dumbfounded monk.

"Father!" Sango protested.

"No, no. No son-in-law of mine shall go without. There's a $50,000 limit. If you need more call my office and we'll clear it immediately. Just in case you buy something extremely pricey and shiny….hint, hint," he said with a wink. "Well, I have a senate meeting to attend." With that he let himself out, leaving them standing there half naked and disbelieving.

Sango was fuming when he left. What did he think he was doing? Buying her a husband!

"Sango, love, don't be mad. He means well," Miroku said, wrapping his arms around her. He gave her a soft kiss upon the temple.

"Of course you aren't complaining. A woman, a fortune at your fingertips. Isn't that the perfect life on a silver platter," she replied, a sharp edge to her voice that made him wince.

"It isn't like that," he said gently, rubbing her arms.

"It isn't?" she snapped.

"This is how we'll fix this," he replied, taking the credit card and a pair of scissors from the drawer. He cut the credit card until it was in tiny plastic shreds and dumped it in the trash.

"I don't want your money or your father's approval or any of that material bullshit." He sighed, leaning against the counter with his eyes closed. "Why can't you just trust me? Is that really too hard?" he asked, his voice a painful whisper.

Sango felt her chest clench, suddenly feeling very rotten about the way she'd treated him. Miroku was no saint…far from it even with all his spiritual training, but neither was she. He'd been a gentleman…..well, perhaps that was a stretch, but he had not forced her or blackmailed her for sex. Hell, he seemed more intent on having her come to him.

And here she was being a stuck up, frigid bitch. What the hell did he see in her?

Miroku's eyes flew open in surprise as Sango wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her forehead against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, placing a small kiss on the top of her head.

"You're not alone, Sango. I'll stay with you forever and a day if you let me," he said softly.

"What if you die first?" her muffled voice asked. He cracked a smile.

"Then I'll come back and haunt you until you die," he replied smugly. He could feel her shoulders shake a little with laughter.

"You would do that? For me?" she asked, her voice melodramatic in tone, eyes wide in a fake pleading fashion. Miroku laughed, lifting her chin.

"Hell yes," he growled, briefly kissing her lips.

It was meant to be a short, chaste kiss. Sango clung to him with such ferocity, her tongue already teasing him for access. He was all to happy to comply, his hand tangling in her hair as she pushed against him, the counter digging into his ass. Miroku pulled back and got a dirty glare.

"Morning breath, love," he explained. Her dirty glare got downright deadly.

"I'll go brush my teeth," she said dryly. It was a tone that suggested he'd have many a more blue balled nights if he let her go.

"I have a better cure," he said, preventing her from pulling away. Sango arched an eyebrow. Miroku held up a bottle of syrup.

"And that solves this how?" she asked. He squeezed a great blob on his finger and held it to her mouth.

So he wanted to play that way? Sango wrapped her tongue around the syrup covered finger, her lips closing around it and gently sucking before pulling back. Her eyes met his in a silent challenge. Miroku forgot to breathe, his mouth slightly open in shock. She took the bottle, dabbed a bit on her finger, reached up and drew it across his bottom lip. Her kiss was soft, yet firm, her tongue licking his bottom lip before ducking into his mouth for a little tongue war. Pulling back she briefly licked his bottom lip again, sucking on it gently.

Miroku nearly passed out and finally inhaled, nearly choking.

"Good idea," she said with a smirk. "But I have a better one."

Miroku felt the towel pool at his feet. Before he could say anything she was leaning him over the counter, one hand in his hair pulling his head down to hers while the other reached much lower, stroking the part of him that had been twitching to receive such attention for more than 24 hours. It was going to take him a bit to get used to this aggressive side of her. She still shocked the hell out of him when she turned on him like this.

Sango squealed when he pushed back off the counter. She could feel his abs contract with the effort and shivered a little at the strength he possessed. Miroku was hardly a buff sort of guy, but his slightness was not all skin and bones. A fine layer of muscle hide an amazing amount of strength. A strength normally reserved for demons or demon slayers.

A plate of pancakes hit the floor as Miroku pulled everything off the dining room table, setting her back upon the cool wood. Sango gasped, startling at the shock of the coldness, but Miroku leaned over her, covering her with his body that was radiating a ton of heat. He pressed against her, rubbing along her with her shorts still on. It provided a teasing friction. Other women might have squealed, or moaned or shuddered. Sango, however, was more turned on than a rabbit in heat. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she kissed him with a formidable amount of force that punctured her lips. Miroku could taste a bit of her blood upon his lips. So she liked it hard and rough?

Sango laughed as Miroku grabbed the crotch of her shorts and yanked them down, his impatience all too evident. With one firm stroke he was inside of her. Her muscles protested a bit at the speed and firmness but as he pulled back and slammed into her with more energy she couldn't help but wish for more roughness.

The phone rang.

"You have got…to be kidding me," Miroku said, stopping over her. Sango giggled, pulling him down as she rotated her hips against his.

"Let the machine get it," she cooed.

"Hi, this is Sango, leave a message," the machine piped. "Sango, Miroku, stop fucking and answer the phone," Sesshoumaru's voice demanded. The two humans looked at the machine incredulously. "I can smell you dammit! You're only two blocks away!" the demon snapped.

"Jeeze. Just cause his girlfriend got captured and he ain't gettin none," Miroku snarled, pulling out of Sango. He picked up the phone and handed it to her, placing kisses upon her stomach.

"What do you want?" Sango asked, her tone less than happy.

"Change of plans. We leave today. Inform that miko wench and my brother." How could Sesshoumaru be so calm about everything?

"Sure thing Sparky, but only after I'm finished."

"I expect you all in half an hour," he said and the phone clicked.

"Fucking bastard!" Sango swore.

"It's not fair, I tell you," Miroku groaned. Sango handed him the phone.

"You call them," she said. He gave her a pleading look.

"Woman, I really can't just stand around here like this," he said, looking down at himself still stiff and firm. Sango hopped off the table, pulled him to the couch and dropped to her knees.

"I know. You call, I'll take care of this. Uh…make sure you talk to Inuyasha, not Kagome."

"Why?" he asked from his sitting position, shocked that she was even considering doing what she was going to do.

"Kagome would have an aneurism." Miroku gave a small chuckle. Oh what a shade of red she'd be!

"What about you, love?" he asked, a hand soothing her hair.

"You owe me big," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye.

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<Still the night before>

"What do you mean you looked me up at the School?" Kagome asked, eyes narrowing.

"They have tracking devices on you mikos. All you have to do is say you are looking for one and they tell you where they are," Kouga explained. Kagome visibly paled.

"Anyone?" she asked.

"Yeah. Don't they tell you?"

"I had no idea," she whispered, looking at Inuyasha with a new fear in her eyes.

"That explains how Naraku knows where we are and how he got Rin," he said, holding her close. Kagome was scared. He didn't even need a demon nose to tell that.

"What kind of marking is it?" she asked. The phone rang in the background. Inuyasha cursed something under his breath and went to go get it.

"Microchip sort of thing, satellite tracking."

"Do you have any idea where this microchips is?" Kagome asked. Kouga shook his head.

"Yo, sis, what's up!" Souta said as he entered the door, Shippou asleep in his arms.. Kagome nearly jumped for joy. Her brother, mechanical wiz, gamer extraordinaire….here, in her apartment. Souta gave his sister a weary look as she bound up, grabbing his hands in a pleading fashion.

"Souta, what do you know about microchips?"

"What kind of chip?" he asked. "There are hundreds you know. Not to mention the models amateurs come out with that-"

"What about microchips you would put in a human for satellite identification?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Inuyasha bellowed from the phone in the kitchen, looking at it in disgust. Kagome rolled her eyes.

"What happened to Inuyasha?" Souta asked.

"He's human for tonight. Focus, Souta, I need to know about the microchips. Where would they plant one of those?"

"Satellite identification huh? Well in order to get a good signal I'd say either the top of your head or the base of your neck. Top of your head is more likely."

"Great, how do you get one of these things off the top of your head?"

"Fucking bastard," Inuyasha swore as he came back into the living room.

"Who was that?" Kagome asked.

"Your grandfather," he snarled. "Claims he needs to purify me. I'm corrupting the pureness of your aura. He began chanting and shit."

"Jii-chan," Souta said with a giggle.

"Inuyasha, I need you to do me a favor," Kagome said, her hands clasped in a begging fashion.

"What?" he asked warily.

"When morning comes, I need you to find a microchip in the top of my head and take it out, no matter how much pain it may cause."

Inuyasha looked down at her, eyes widening in surprise. Remove a microchip? Was she crazy? Where the hell had this idea come from.

"Woman, you've completely lost it," he said. "No way I could do that without killing you. You humans have such fragile skulls." Kagome looked downcast, head dropping.

"Then it's settled. I should not go. I would endanger us all," she said quietly.

"Sis, stop being stupid!" Souta snapped. "Honestly, one way doesn't work and you give up completely. Sometimes I wonder just who is the adult here."

"What are you talking about?" Kagome asked.

"A microchip is like anything else electronic. It can fail." Kagome looked at her brother, unimpressed. "I mean we can make it fail, you twit," he scoffed.

"Geek."

"Self-centered-"

"Oi, stop insulting my woman," Inuyasha said. Souta's mouth closed with an audible snap.

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The phone rang around 8am. Groaning Inuyasha pulled away from a sleeping Kagome, giving her huge, reveal-nothing cotton nightgown another glare. It just wasn't fair. Women just shouldn't buy nightgowns like that. Well, maybe old ladies. No one wanted to see a withered up old lady in Victoria Secrets unless perhaps it was a withered old man doing the looking. Red silk. Yeah. Kagome would look delicious in red silk.

Inuyasha's ears pinned back as he picked up the phone, the ring all too loud for his liking.

"Hello?" he said gruffly.

"Inu…yasha," Miroku said, slightly breathless.

"Are you calling me while having sex?" Inuyasha snapped.

"Blow job….and oh what a job it is. If this is torture, chain me to the wall," Miroku said, sighing again.

"There better be a damn good reason for this or I'm not only hanging up, I'm going to kill you."

"Sesshoumaru said half an hour," Miroku panted.

"Till what?"

"Apparently he wants to meet now. Who knows, he hung up on us."

"As am I," Inuyasha said, slamming down the phone.

"Who was that?" Kagome asked, rolling over to look at him. Her eyes were all puffy and her hair was a mess….some extra static electricity in it after what Souta had done last night. Inuyasha would never forget the way her hair stood on end in all directions. Or the way she'd chased her brother all over threatening to kill him, wild hair flying.

"Miroku getting a blow job," Inuyasha said, crawling back into the bed. He curled up next to her, his head upon her stomach. Kagome reached down and rubbed a soft, velvet ear.

"You're kidding, right?" she asked.

"Nope. Sesshoumaru wants us to meet in half an hour. Didn't say why, just demands we be there. I wish he'd get off his damn high and mighty routine. Just cause he's a high lord doesn't mean shit."

"High lord?" Kagome asked.

"Father was head of the Government Youkai Council for two centuries. That was back when they still gave titles and shit. The title is, of course, inheritable so Sesshoumaru is the next in line for High Councilor. That is, if that old bat of a miko steps down."

"I never knew…" Kagome said offhandedly.

"Just cause you have a title doesn't mean you have an excuse to be an asshole," Inuyasha said with a pout, annoyed she was awed by his brother's power. What was it with women and power?

"So what does that make you?" she asked, bending over to nuzzle his nose.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Inuyasha grew very still, his eyes staring off into space, unfocused.

"My father never formally bonded to my mother and she was disowned when she gave birth to a dirty Hanyou." Ah. So Inuyasha had been the result of a casual relationship? Was that why he'd been so against having one? Why he demanded they go at a slow and maddening pace?

"Inuyasha," Kagome said lightly. "There is one thing I know very well about youkai. A Hanyou is not easily created. Youkai and humans do not combine well. In order for your parents to have created you there must have been a great deal of planning and forethought. Hardly signs of a fly-by relationship."

"Then why didn't they bond? If he loved her he would not have left her like he did, pregnant, broke and alone," Inuyasha said bitterly. He carried a great deal of hate toward his father.

"Didn't your father die before you were born?" Kagome asked. Inuyasha nodded slightly. "Maybe he knew he was going to die and wanted to spare your mother the extra pain a bond would have produced. Youkai may be able to handle things like that during pregnancy, but we humans are much more delicate. A disturbance of that sort could cause a miscarriage." Inuyasha frowned. He hadn't thought of that. He glanced at the clock.

Shit, then only had ten minutes!

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Sesshoumaru waited until everyone was gathered around the table, still cool, calm and collected.

"Why'd ya tell us two days when all we were going to get was one night?" Inuyasha demanded, but his brother ignored him.

"We have a serious problem," he began, his clawed finger pointing to a location on the map spread upon the table. "This is the true Centre. There are guards, barriers, youkai, and dangerous humans."

"Tell me, just what do you consider a Dangerous Human?" Inuyasha scoffed.

"Sango is a dangerous human," Sesshoumaru said calmly. "Humans trained for the single purpose of wiping youkai from existence. Now if I may continue without further interruption, or would you like to do the briefing?" Inuyasha humped and crossed his arms across his chest. Kagome linked and arm through his, leaning her head on his shoulder. He was so cute when he lost an argument.

"Here is the problem. Until we get there we have absolutely no knowledge of what awaits us."

They stood there, transfixed. To the side lay blue prints of the fortress, a huge monstrosity embedded into a mountain. It was the perfect defense.

"Man, you guys are one gloomy bunch! The answer is staring you right in the face," Souta chipped in. Sesshoumaru looked down at the teenager with a questioning brow raised. What the hell was this kid doing here?

"Alright, Souta," Kagome said. "Why don't you grace us with your infinite knowledge and wisdom?" Souta rolled his eyes at her.

"Use what he used against him. Satellites!"

They all gave him a blank stare in reply. Was he really that naïve?

"Souta," Kagome said with a sigh. "First, that is illegal. Second, how are we supposed to get what is national level security?"

"One word, sis, hacking! And it won't be illegal. Sango has clearance."

"I do?" Sango asked. This was news to her.

"Sure. All demon exterminators have full level access to satellite imaging. It was a new law passed last year. Man, don't you guys listen to the news at all?"

He was given more than a few glares for that to which he gave a nervous laugh.

"So how do I get this information?" Sango asked. Souta opened his coat and pulled out a laptop, setting it up on the table over the maps. He threw the power cord at Miroku.

"Plug this in, it'll run faster if it's not running off the battery." His fingers began to fly and soon he was at the National Security webpage proxy sign in. "Type in your name, first only, then Hiraikotsu."

"How do you know that will be the password?"

"What else could they give you that you would remember?" Souta asked and got a bump on the head as a result.

The page went blank, then a small box appeared.

Satellite coordinates: Enter the latitude and longitude of the site you wish to locate, then hit enter only once.

"Souta," Kagome said. "I am going to regret saying this, but you are a God."