InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Syndrome ❯ Secret Science Project ( Chapter 8 )

I do not own Inuyasha and Company, no matter how happy it would make me. Rumiko Takahashi does.

 

 

Chapter 8 - Secret Science Project

 

 

 

 

@@ About 4 Years Ago @@

 

 

 

 

It was back, and with a vengeance it seemed. The dreams had slowed during the time between the `date from hell' as he so fondly remembered it in September and his half-brother's 16 th birthday party in early October. But they'd picked back up again to the point where he was having them at least three nights a week. He had no idea what had caused them to return but they were still the same. In his dreams he saw her hair and her eyes, he could hear her voice and touch her body, but he couldn't identify her. It was driving him absolutely insane. And to add the star to the top of his tree of tortures, he'd found that the `incident' at the hanyou's party was nothing but a fluke. Thankfully he hadn't humiliated himself to figure it out this time.

 

 

 

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It was just two weeks after the party when she'd approached him in the almost empty halls after school. He'd stayed after the final bell rang to speak to his History teacher about the paper that had been recently assigned. After getting his questions answered to his satisfaction, which had taken nearly half an hour, he'd headed to his locker to deposit his things and grab what he needed for the night's homework. His head was almost completely in his locker as he searched for a packet that was expertly evading its capture when he'd felt someone close by.

 

As he pulled back from his locker he was greeted with a pair of brown eyes so dark they were almost black, brown hair with pink streaks in it, and a fanged grin. Taking a closer look he identified her as a neko demoness and the way she was looking at him made him wonder if she'd never learned that it was dogs who chased cats and not the other way around. Her eyes were half closed as she studied his body. She looked like she was ready to eat him whole. Deciding he was curious to see just what this female's intentions were he closed his locker and looked at her, waiting for her to say something.

 

She most definitely didn't let him down. She leaned in close and spoke in a husky, needy voice. “I've been trying to find a way to get you alone for weeks.”

 

“And why is that?” he asked in his normal disinterested tone.

 

“Because you look absolutely delicious and I've been wondering if you taste as good as you look.” He lifted a brow at her and she smiled. “My name's Aiko, by the way.” Her eyes dragged over his body once again and he could hear her soft purr of approval as well as smell the scent of her rapidly growing arousal. “So, do you think maybe we could find someplace where I can find out?”

 

Deciding that since his problem had fixed itself, even though the dreams had returned, this was the perfect opportunity to release some of the pressure and frustration he was almost overflowing with. He simply nodded at her and the next thing he knew he was being pulled along behind her, the girl having taken hold of the bottom of his shirt. She was nearly dragging him, forcing him to increase his pace to a speed he believed to be rather undignified. When they finally stopped he found that they were in what had to be the teachers lounge. How she'd gotten in without breaking the lock was beyond him since the room was always kept locked. He knew for sure that she hadn't broken it though because she clicked it behind her, locking them in.

 

“Sit down,” she said in a seductive tone while pointing at a brown leather couch. How the teachers managed to get a leather couch he had no idea, but it made him wonder about just how the school's budget was spent. Pushing monetary issues from his mind, he dropped his backpack and sat as she'd asked. “Why is it that you don't have a girlfriend?” she asked, making him tense slightly. “It's just that you're so incredibly good looking and you could probably have any girl in the school but you're alone.”

 

“Hn. This Sesshoumaru has no need of a female clinging constantly to my person.”

 

“So would you be interested in maybe… a relationship… without the relationship part?”

 

He furrowed his brows while reflecting over what she said. `That sentence made absolutely no sense,' he thought to himself, not sure anymore why he was there with her.

 

“I mean that… well, I'm already kinda in a relationship but he's nowhere near as sexy as you and he has no idea what to do with a woman's body. You however… you could make me cum with a look.”

 

He couldn't help but smirk at her. “This Sesshoumaru has no time to waste. If you have a proposition I suggest you get to it quickly.”

 

She wanted to growl at him for being so rude but she wanted him way too badly to do that. “I'm proposing that you and I enjoy the benefits of an intimate relationship without the trouble of the actual dating part. So? What do you think?”

 

He was contemplating her offer carefully. He definitely needed the release but that very thought was what had caused the last issue. What if it happened again? What if he couldn't get it up and she laughed at him? He had no idea whether his body would respond to her or not, but after a moment of silent thought he'd found a solution.

 

“This Sesshoumaru has very specific tastes and very high standards. I am not certain you fit the bill. Allow me to propose a challenge: you can try to seduce me. If you succeed in arousing me then we will continue our `activities', but if you fail then you will not approach this Sesshoumaru again.” He had to admit, it was the perfect plan. Now she would give it her all to prove that she was good enough for him and if his body betrayed him once again then he would simply tell her that she was just not enough, not pretty enough or not talented enough, something… anything would work.

 

This time she did growl at him. This stuck up dog was insinuating that she was not up to his standards! `How dare he? Well, I'll just show him. I'll arouse him alright. I'll make him beg me to finish it. He'll never want another girl again.' With her determined thoughts, she moved to where he sat on the couch and straddled his lap. “I accept your proposition. Just you wait; you're never going to forget this.”

 

He looked at her, her eyes intent on the challenge. She smiled a sexy little smirk before she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it away. She knelt so that her breasts were perfectly even with his face before reaching around and unclipping the neon pink bra and slipping it off, allowing it to join her shirt on the ground. Aiko gently grasped his hands, bringing them up to touch her breasts. He allowed her to guide him as he touched the soft mounds of flesh for the first time.

 

Sesshoumaru brushed his thumbs over her nipples and her back arched as she moaned. He'd never touched a girl's breasts before, at least not while awake, and he found himself intrigued. He leaned forward and caught a taut peak between his lips. Just when he was about to flick his tongue over the tip he felt a strange tightening in his chest, causing him to pull back from her.

 

Deciding she needed to kick it up a notch, Aiko slipped out of his lap to kneel on the floor in front of him. He looked down at her in disinterest and no small amount of frustration. He already knew that this wasn't going to work. If it hadn't happened yet it wasn't going to happen, but he had to allow her to try or she might figure out that it had nothing to do with her at all, that the problem was him. He merely watched as her actions were so very similar to the first time this had happened. She unzipped his pants and reached in to touch him. He could tell she was surprised that he was still flaccid.

 

“This Sesshoumaru explained the situation to you. I will not sit here forever, so I suggest you do whatever it is you have planned. At this moment, it is guaranteed that I will forget this entire incident, unless of course it stays with me as a reminder of your failure.”

 

She growled at him before setting to work. She wanted him. She knew he'd be big and he was, even in his unaroused state. She wanted to feel this powerful taiyoukai filling her body, fucking her good and hard, using his demon strength and speed to bring her over the edge time and time again. She needed him to make her cum because as much as she loved her boyfriend, he had no clue and did not have the most impressive package either. She would give this dog demon an erection or she would die trying.

 

It felt just as odd and uncomfortable as the last time, maybe even more so because this demoness was nothing if not determined, but it wasn't enough. Instead of being pleasurable it was quickly becoming irritating and the tightening in his chest that he'd noticed a bit ago was back and steadily getting worse. He'd never felt anything like it before. Nothing had ever been able to cause him pain and yet here he was fighting back a grimace because his chest was killing him. Finally he couldn't take it anymore.

 

“Enough,” he said while pulling her hair to force her to release him. She looked like she was going to try and latch back onto him if he let go of her so he tugged harder to make her look at him. “You have failed. This Sesshoumaru warned you that you were not of the caliber necessary to arouse me. I do not respond to those unworthy of my attentions.”

 

She was in shock. `How dare he say that I'm not good enough… not a high enough caliber? How dare he say I'm unworthy of his attention?' He was insulting not only her appearance but also her social standing and she was pissed. She pulled back a hand and moved to slap him but gasped when he caught her wrist and held it tightly in his hand, squeezing hard enough to cause her to whimper in pain.

 

“This Sesshoumaru will be kind even though you are not deserving of such treatment. I will not allow this to become public so you will be spared the humiliation, but only if you leave now and never approach this Sesshoumaru again.” He watched as she nodded before releasing her. She scrambled to her discarded clothes, putting them on so fast her shirt was inside out but he didn't bother to tell her. She didn't matter. The only thing that mattered at the moment was figuring out what the hell was wrong with him!

 

 

 

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@@ 3 Years, 9 Months, and 3 Weeks Ago @@

 

 

It was three weeks until Christmas and Sesshoumaru once again found himself cursing his father for attempting to force him to socialize. Decorating the tree had always been a family event and this time their father had invited the hanyou's three friends since the four were virtually inseparable. Once again he was going to have to suffer through his half-brother's idiocy, though he found himself inexplicably almost excited to see the girl, the miko, again. He hadn't really seen her at all since the hanyou's birthday party. Every now and then he would catch a glimpse of her somewhere in the house as he passed and he'd noticed her a couple of times in the halls at school, but he never had the time to really examine her. He wanted to understand why he was actually looking forward to her arrival.

 

This time rather than waiting in his room he'd decided to settle himself in the family room where the giant pine tree was already set up, waiting for them to cover it in lights and ornaments. Inuyasha was pacing the room impatiently. Apparently the miko should have arrived ten minutes ago; at least that was what he was muttering to himself. When the doorbell rang the half-breed almost disappeared he moved so quickly.

 

“Took you fucking long enough,” he could hear his half-brother shout. Had the fool no knowledge of proper etiquette?

 

“Inuyasha, we're sorry. There was an accident on the way and traffic was at a standstill. You're lucky we're here at all,” the musical voice of the female floated to him from the entryway.

 

“Just chill, Inu. You should know by now that she's always safe when she's with me,” the human with a demon marking said. “I've been taking care of her for nine years longer than you've even known her.”

 

“Maybe, but shit happens. You can't always protect her from everything and I refuse to live without her.”

 

“Inuyasha, as sweet as that is do you think maybe we could come inside? It's cold!” Kagome said in an annoyed tone. Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes at the hanyou's stupidity as the idiot scrambled to apologize.

 

A minute later the group of four entered the room where he sat. The three guests sat as Inuyasha continued to the door on the other side of the room. Rather than taking a few steps more, he simply stuck his head out and hollered to their father and his mother that his friends had arrived.

 

Sesshoumaru found himself unable to stop staring at the girl that had him so confused. He was so enthralled in her beauty that he didn't notice as his father came into the room and opened his arms for her. She jumped to her feet before allowing herself to be swept into the older inu's arms. “It's wonderful to see you again, Kagome.”

 

“Yes, Dear. You really should visit more often,” he heard Izayoi add. When his father finally released the little miko from his hug she moved on to the human woman his father had mated.

 

When she turned to sit back down she found Inuyasha in her seat. Kagome gave him a frustrated look before sitting in Bankotsu's lap, causing the hanyou to frown. Apparently he'd been hoping she'd sit in his lap. The younger taiyoukai could feel his blood begin to boil as he watched her being held so comfortably by another male. He didn't know why he was feeling that way, but it was almost overwhelming, the urge to walk over there and snatch her up from where she sat. He wanted to be the one holding her, touching her so familiarly.

 

“Well, let's get this show on the road,” their father said while pulling the lid off the first box of decorations. Everyone rose to help except for Sesshoumaru. He didn't feel like participating, so instead he just watched as his father, step-mother, and the four teens appeared to be having the time of their lives while trimming the tree.

 

“Oh, I'll have to go get a stool so we can put the star on top,” Izayoi said before she started to walk towards the kitchen.

 

“Don't need it Ma,” Inuyasha said without looking up from where he was digging in a box. “But we could all use some eggnog.”

 

Izayoi looked confused as to how Inuyasha intended to put the star up so high but only smiled and did as she was asked, returning a minute later with seven glasses of eggnog. Sesshoumaru took his with a small nod, knowing better than to be rude to the human woman in front of his father. Everyone else crowded around excitedly to get theirs and sat to take a break while they enjoyed their drinks and talked. This time Inuyasha got his way, pulling Kagome into his lap. She'd made herself more comfortable by putting her feet up on Miroku's lap and looked completely content.

 

Once again his blood, that had just finally begun to cool, was boiling in his veins at the sight. He clenched his hands so tightly he almost broke the glass he held, catching himself just in time. He drank the contents in one long gulp before setting the empty glass down on the table beside him to ensure he didn't shatter it.

 

He listened in silence as everyone else in the room talked and laughed, Kagome telling the adults about Christmas traditions at the shrine where she lived. Miroku and Bankotsu shared their family traditions as well but listening to the boys talk wasn't anywhere near as enjoyable as hearing the voice of an angel.

 

When everyone was finished and ready to continue their task Sesshoumaru looked on as Inuyasha crouched down towards the floor. The next thing he knew Bankotsu had lifted Kagome by her waist to sit on Inuyasha's shoulders. The hanyou held tightly to her calves as he rose and Miroku handed Kagome the star which she placed carefully at the very top of the tree. Rather than let her down, everyone continued handing her ornaments so that she could decorate the highest part of the tree that they'd all been unable to reach before. She looked perfectly comfortable on his half-brother's shoulders, like she knew she was safe and secure. The jealousy burning through him made him turn away; as he was certain if he'd continued to watch he would have done something stupid.

 

Inuyasha had finally put the miko back down and it was time to plug in the lights and see their masterpiece. Kagome volunteered to be the one to crawl under the tree to reach the outlet since she was the smallest of them all. When he watched her drop to her knees he felt it stir to life. When she went down onto her hands as well he felt it stiffen. When she scooted under the giant pine, the top half of her body pressed almost flat to the floor he felt like he might explode right there just from the sight. He was up in an instant, excusing himself as he walked out of the room before speeding up until he was almost running up the stairs. When he got to his room he closed and locked the door before dropping his pants and boxers to the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed and just looking at the massive erection that seemed to be staring back at him.

 

It was finally beginning to dawn on him. The last time he'd been aroused by a real live female while awake it had been this same girl, the sweet little miko that belonged to his brother. He wanted to bash his head against the wall. How could it be possible that he could only respond to her? It didn't seem reasonable. It didn't make any sense. From what he'd heard from other guys, hard-ons popped up all the time uninvited and often uninspired, but it wasn't like that for him. The only time he could get physically aroused was in his dreams and apparently while in this one female's presence. Sesshoumaru decided then that this needed further investigation.

 

 

 

 

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He'd taken the time to really think about it and devised a plan. It was actually a fairly scientific process that he would use to fully understand the oddity that was his libido. He needed to know what could and couldn't give him an erection before he could draw his conclusions about the situation.

 

The first day's test was simple. He lay back on his bed and pictured beautiful naked women doing all sorts of wonderful things to him but he got no response. After fifteen minutes of fruitless fantasizing he moved on to part two of the test. He closed his eyes once again and pictured her. He brought up his memories of her at the hanyou's party and then the beautiful image she'd made with her ass up in the air and wiggling so seductively while under the Christmas tree. `If only I believed in Santa Claus, I'd ask him to leave her under my tree.' She certainly looked delightful and he wouldn't have minded unwrapping her either.

 

It had only been two minutes but he knew that it was already working. He reached down, slipping his hand under the waistband of his boxers and wrapping it around his fully aroused cock. Now that he'd done it he had to take care of it. Once he'd finished relieving himself of the pressure and heat that had filled his body at the very thought of her he jotted down a few notes. Testing would continue tomorrow.

 

 

 

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Day two's testing was easy as well. He merely sat himself in front of his computer and browsed through adult photos online. He decided that to get the most thorough results possible he needed to take into account every variable, so he forced himself to not only look at pictures of naked women, but also naked men, men engaging in intimate activities with females, men with other men, and women with women. He even browsed through some fetish galleries but nothing caused even the slightest stir. Nothing he saw did anything more than make him want to throw up at some of the more graphic images. After he decided that he'd definitely seen enough to not only give him accurate results but possibly nightmares as well Sesshoumaru moved on to part two.

 

He closed all but one of the browsers that had popped open during his porn perusal. That one he redirected to a different site. He frowned as he thought about the fact that he was visiting his brother's site, but it was the only way he could think of to get the materials he needed to continue his testing. He ignored most of the inane things Inuyasha had littered about his page, instead heading to where he knew what he wanted waited for him. He opened the online album that contained the photos the group of four had taken this past Halloween.

 

She looked beautiful in her traditional miko robes while carrying an antique looking bow and quiver of arrows, the monk wearing his traditional robes as well and carrying a staff. Bankotsu, whose name he'd picked up somewhere or other, was dressed in white silk haori and hakama, gray armor on his wrists and ankles and white with what looked like large purple feathers on his chest, lower body, and on one shoulder. He wore a long flowing red sash and carried an enormous sword. Inuyasha had worn the red fire rat haori and hakama that their father had given him and had a sword strapped to his hip, a family heirloom. Why their father had trusted the hanyou with the ancient and priceless sword he never could figure out.

 

He skipped quickly over the photos that she must have taken of the three males and found the one's he knew were there. She'd posed for them, first standing under a large tree and smiling, then holding up her bow, and then holding the bow with an arrow notched and ready to shoot. The camera had even managed to pick of the glow of the arrow as her powers were channeled into it. Even without being able to see skin anywhere but her face and hands, just seeing her bright smile, her hair pulled back in the traditional style of a priestess, and her eyes glowing with happiness was enough.

 

Once again he found himself fully aroused by Kagome but not any possible equivalent. A photo of anyone else would do nothing for him but a photo of her covered neck to toe could get his heart pumping, his blood burning through his heated flesh, and give him the biggest erection he'd ever had to date. Once again he took care of his now present arousal before taking down a few more notes. He couldn't wait until tomorrow. Not only was he finding answers to his question but he was enjoying allowing himself to admire her openly rather than attempting to deny his attraction even to himself.

 

 

 

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Day three took it one step further. He selected several clips in a variety of genres to watch first. He made sure to keep the volume low. He didn't even want to imagine what Inuyasha would say if he caught him watching porn. Sesshoumaru forced himself to sit through the selected videos, seeing some rather interesting positions that he'd never heard of or imagined possible before, but other than that he gained nothing. He certainly didn't gain an erection, which had been his goal.

 

The video for part two of day three's test was a bit harder to come by. He knew Inuyasha had videos on his computer from his birthday, the homecoming dance (that Kagome had attended with three male escorts rather than any of the many boys from school that he knew had asked her), the Halloween party, and several other small outings. The problem was getting them from the hanyou's computer to his without him finding out. Finally he'd managed to sneak into the half-demon's room while he was out with his friends, using a jump drive to make the transfer quick and easy. He'd copied several files just in case some didn't have enough of her in them.

 

He should have known better, as Kagome's image dominated the videos, each of the males having turns with the camera but all favoring one subject. He watched her laugh as she danced alone in what appeared to be his kitchen, dressed in her beautiful light blue gown that made her unique eyes really stand out. She twirled and curtsied before noticing the camera and declaring that she was done unless they turned it off. She thought they did, but whoever was manning the video camera kept it on but set it down aimed at her. Once she was sure they weren't filming her she returned to her little dance, providing her own music by singing softly. He'd turned the video off once one of the males entered the frame and joined her, Kagome apparently teaching them all how to dance properly. Sesshoumaru didn't want to see her dancing with another male and certainly not three.

 

Despite the end of the video and his displeasure of seeing her in the arms of the others, he had once again proven that while video of any other did nothing for him, even the most innocent clips of Kagome had him rock hard. It took him almost a week before he could proceed with day four's testing because it was a bit more complicated.

 

 

 

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He'd finally found a girl that he knew would willingly assist him in his experiment, not that she would know it was an experiment of course. She had been flirting with him since the beginning of the school year and she'd been getting bolder and bolder in her advances until she was nearly throwing herself at him like Aiko had. It didn't take much convincing to get her to sneak into a supply closet with him during their lunch break. She'd been more than happy to `service him' as she'd put it. Of course she'd blamed herself easily when he failed to react to her touch or anything else she tried. No one would assume that the problem lay with him since he had a reputation of perfection. No, he'd once again convinced a girl that she wasn't good enough, pretty enough, or talented enough to arouse him when he knew it was not her fault at all.

 

Again, a twinge of guilt pulled at him but he flicked it away. He had part two of day four's experiment to conduct and he had to do it during lunch. During the previous week while he'd been trying to find a female to assist him with the first stage of day four he'd also taken note of where his half-brother and friends sat during lunch. Thankfully they had a regular table. He just hoped he hadn't wasted too much time with the other girl. He was nearly praying that she was still there and when he finally got close enough he saw that she was. She was sitting there with a smile while she talked to the three males that surrounded her. Sesshoumaru blocked out the presence of not just them but of everyone else in the cafeteria, focusing only on her.

 

When she'd finished eating Kagome had collected all her garbage on her tray and stood before bending down to pick up her bag. That was all it took, the sight of her ass once again in tight jeans, and he was rock hard and throbbing. He slipped away from his hiding spot and made his way to the closest men's room. It was decided. Only Kagome could arouse him. An hour or so later, though, his mind found a flaw with his conclusion. What if he was with another girl but thought about Kagome? Or what if he found a girl that looked like Kagome? Apparently he still had a few more tests to do.

 

 

 

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Author's Note:

 

Aiko - love child