InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Miko Jumped Over the Moon ❯ Take It Off! ( Chapter 5 )

Kagome woke from her slumber as a shadow flitted across her form.

“Sesshoumaru?” Kagome questioned groggily.

“Miko, you must stay here.” Was all he said before he vanished from her sleep befuddled vision.

Waking up fully, Kagome glowered as she realised he was probably going to go and kill some rogue Yokai he had scented. On his own. Was he stupid? Arrogant did not mean all powerful, what if something happened to him?

Jeez, it was like Inuyasha all over again.

“Sango, look after Inu-chan. I have to catch a Taiyokai.” Kagome called out as she raced off in the direction of Sesshoumaru's retreating form.

Following the call of his aura, she eventually found him stood on the embankment of a river.

“I told you to stay” he remarked without turning around to look at her. He shook his claws free of the unfortunate former demon's guts and Kagome studied the acidic puddle he had left behind.

“I am not some trained lapdog Sesshoumaru” Kagome huffed as she picked her way down the hill towards him “I don't stay just because you tell me to.”

“Such ridiculous notions will see to your death” he glared at her.

“And listening to what everyone says wouldn't?” she asked “I suppose Naraku would be amused if the next time he shouted `die' I actually dropped dead”

Sesshoumaru growled his irritation. She paid him no mind; she had just discovered the tiny row boat floating on the river.

Ignoring Sesshoumaru's wince, Kagome squealed and clapped her hands in excitement. “Is this why you left? A boat?” she became confused and wrinkled her nose at him.

“It is Rin's boat” he declared.

“Huh?”

“I made the boat for Rin because she desired it” he stated “I scented two rabbit Yokai trying to pilfer it and convinced them to leave”

She could imagine how convincing Sesshoumaru could be with perfect clarity. But she was still confused.

“You made it?” she asked, blinking in shock. “You built a boat?”

Her haphazard mind became very helpful by suggesting an image of Sesshoumaru, clad only in low slung jeans and a tool belt, wielding a power drill. It was equal parts fascinating and disturbing. Disturbing because she'd dared think it and hadn't melted into a puddle of teenage hormones.

“Yes.”

“But you would've gotten dirty!” she exclaimed. “And it would have been menial labour!”

“Do you think me incompetent?” he asked dangerously.

Hastily, she backtracked. “No! No, I merely meant that it seemed strange.”

“How so?”

“You're usually so anal.”

Her modern lingo earned her a bewildered look; her eyes widened and she blushed to the roots of her hair.

Had she just used the word anal in the western lord's presence? Apparently so. She wondered if it were possible for her to think before talking; it was going to probably get her beheaded by a certain demon lord very soon.

“I didn't mean it like that!” she waved a hand as if trying to shoo away the comment. “It's a saying from my era, is all! I just meant that you are always so obsessively perfect. I would have thought the idea of getting dirty would horrify you.”

Not to mention that his perpetually sparkling kimono had to be incredibly hard to clean.

He frowned at her “It takes a lot to horrify this one.”

Feeling his questioning stare upon her she flushed again and dropped her gaze to the eggshell blue rowing boat.

She became dubious. It looked disconcertingly flimsy.

“Can it actually float with someone in it?” Kagome asked sceptically, “It looks like it's made out of paper.”

He sniffed haughtily at her insinuation that his craftsmanship was faulty.

“It is a perfectly worthy vessel.” he declared, his chin lifted as he dared her to defy his word.

She smirked and folded her arms across her chest. “Prove it.”

For sadistic reasons unknown to her she desperately wanted to see Sesshoumaru try to fit into the tiny little boat.

He raised an eyebrow at her challenge. “Very well.”

That was the reply she had expected, Sesshoumaru was not one to turn down a challenge.

What she was not expecting was for the mighty Taiyokai to pick her up and drop her into the boat with him.

The boat was made for one smaller than them, so Kagome ended up sat, with her back to Sesshoumaru's chest, trapped in between his long legs.

“Are you crazy?” she demanded as he began to row the boat gently down the stream.

He did not reply, not that she had really expected him to, and merely kept rowing rhythmically. Kagome sulked.

Even if Kagome was angry at the demon she couldn't help but feel safe encompassed in his hold; protected. Which was peculiar considering their past together. But, then again, most of her friends in this era had tried to kill her at one point. It seemed dismemberment was the feudal equivalent to a handshake.

“Do you actually have a destination in mind or are we just drifting aimlessly?” Kagome queried.

“The meadow is this way” his answer was concise, not inviting conversation. Kagome sighed and attempted to lean back against his chest only to be rebuffed by the deadly armour spikes.

“Ow!”

He smirked.

“Take it off.” she ordered imperiously.

“Are you demanding that the lord of the west disrobe for you?” was his acerbic remark.

She flushed hotly, thankful that he couldn't see her face. Unbeknownst to her he could feel the heating of her cheeks and smirked at affecting her so.

“I just meant that it's uncomfortable.” she protested softly, glowering at his right knee.

“You may remove the breast plate should you so desire.” he acquiesced.

She smiled slightly and turned to remove the monstrosity. The boat was so small that she nearly popped her spine out of place as she turned in her seat to undo the ties holding the armour in place.

She frowned as she scoured his form to find the ties that kept his armour to his chest. They weren't exactly easy to find. Eventually she found one on his shoulder and set about removing it... to nearly get staked in the head by his spikes. She leant backwards so fast that the tiny boat rocked violently.

“Are you trying to kill me?” she growled.

He smirked in his most sadistic manner.

“Don't answer that” she grumbled.

After a few more minutes of quite rowing and Kagome fighting with the ties on his shoulder, Sesshoumaru sighed his irritation “Are you really so inept that you cannot untie a chest plate?”

“Well it's not like these things are common in my time.”

“That is no excuse for you, a Miko, who spends most of her time here”.

Her she cocked a brow “Are you suggesting I practise on someone? Don't you think they might get the wrong idea?”

He growled at her impertinence and she giggled triumphantly.

Turning around to face him, the boat shook violently once again, rocking from side to side erratically. Sesshoumaru grinned sadistically as the boat rocked fitfully; the Miko, with her bizarre positioning, was going to fall in the river.

The smirk was quickly wiped from his face as the Miko grabbed two handfuls of his silky hair and yanked him into the water. The poor boat, unaccustomed to such treatment, abruptly overturned in the water.

There was a strangled shriek of inarticulate panic as both the Miko and the Taiyokai fell into the murky river with an almighty splash.

A heron watched with confused interest as the surface settled, the ripples fading away and waited cautiously for the two clumsy land animals to emerge.

Kagome broke the surface first, arching out of the surprisingly deep water and tossing her sopping hair out of her face, she terrified the heron into fleeing.

Floating there, treading water, she glanced around the water for some sign of her Taiyokai companion. The water was murky, her water logged eyes were straining to find some sort of sign, but she couldn't see him.

She began to scan the water more erratically. She imagined what she was feeling was in some way analogous to the victims in that movie `Jaws'. The fact that she couldn't see the deadly predator was not a comforting thought at all, additionally, she had just been responsible for throwing him in a river, and she doubted he was in a good mood.

Feeling a sharp pain in the region of her left buttock, she slapped her hands over it and squealed as Sesshoumaru emerged from the water smoothly.

“Did you just bite me?” she demanded, gripping her bottom with wide eyes.

Sesshoumaru cocked an eyebrow and sneered at her. “My palate is too refined for Miko.”

“Are you saying I'd taste bad?” she demanded, outraged.

“You are completely confusing.” he sighed. “Such a strange little Miko.”

“I'm not little!”

A/N: I don't own Inuyasha. Hope you enjoyed this instalment. Did he bite her? Who knows, this is Sesshoumaru after all, the human hating demon lord who adopted a human, personally I don't think anyone can predict his actions.