InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ticklish? ❯ Ticklish? ( Chapter 1 )

Ticklish?

 

“Come on Kagome, we must know,” Miroku pleaded with said girl by the camp fire. Their search for the Shikon no Tama shards was becoming a little lax so they were desperate for something entertaining.

 

“Yes Kagome, it is imperative that we know,” Sango added, aiding Miroku in his quest, which is odd enough.

 

“Why do you want to know if Inuyasha is ticklish?” Kagome asked, quirking an eyebrow.

 

“We need to have some leverage on him, I mean the only time that he's vulnerable is when it's his time of the month,” Miroku said.

 

“You make it sound as if he's on his menstrual cycle,” Kagome muttered. “Alright,” she sighed after a pause. “I'll see what I can do.” There was a collective `hoorah' before they calmed down as Inuyasha came back from gathering firewood.

 

 

The gang set off the next day, walking in a line down the worn pathway. Inuyasha was in front with Kagome right behind him. Kagome looked back at her companions behind her. They all gave her pointed stares, smiles on their faces, waiting for the fateful moment.

 

Kagome sighed inaudibly and walked closer to Inuyasha, index fingers poised at his sides, ready to administer the sure-to-be-lethal-for-others-of-the-party kidney poke. She quickly struck, index fingers and thumbs squeezing his side.

 

“AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEE!” Inuyasha screamed, jumping about a foot in the air. The party stopped and it was quiet for a mere faction of a second before everyone save Inuyasha started to guffaw. They collapsed on the ground, holding their sides, tears streaming down their faces, not because Inuyasha is ticklish, but because when said technique-of-torture is administered, Inuyasha, our fluffy, cuddly, dog-eared hanyou, screams like a little girl.

 

Inuyasha stood shaking with fury, ears pressed tightly against his head, face aflame with embarrassment. “You,” he said, voice dripping with poison and the promise of sweet, sweet torture, “are dead.”

 

“Aw, come on Inuyasha,” Miroku said between breaths. “Everyone has a ticklish spot. It's nothing to be embarrassed about!” And with that he promptly started laughing again.

 

Inuyasha held up a tense hand, cracking his joints and he clenched it. The laughing group, sensing their impending doom, took off, each running in different directions.

 

“You'll pay,” Inuyasha muttered to himself as he leapt off in search of those that knew his most guarded secret: The infamous hanyou, Inuyasha, is ticklish, and doesn't necessarily need a rosary and a word of power to bring him to his knees…or face…