InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Time to Learn ❯ Cranky Puppy ( One-Shot )

I am of the opinion there aren't enough demon Inuyasha fics out there. AND I think taking different routes with the near beginning of the series would be fun to read too. So here you have Kagome, only a little way into the adventure. What would have happened if he had lost control of his blood before the sword came. What if his demon knew how much she argued with him. How would that play into the plot??

Here is one idea.

 

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Forcing herself not to make much noise Kagome fought to use the vines to climb out of the well. Maybe she should get a ladder put in on this end like at home? She did not look forward to seeing Inuyasha. He was always so cranky, actually he was down right mean and she was afraid to let anyone know about the bruises that were left behind almost every time he touched her. She didn't think he was trying to hurt her, only that, that he wasn't as careful as he could and should be with her.

Walking the path towards the village she wondered how far she would get before the irritable hanyou dropped from the trees. She had brought some Raman, it was easy to cook and she was hoping that her companion would like it. She stopped when she head noise from up ahead. It sounded like a fight. She wanted to run, she wanted to hide. She readied her arrow and carefully approached. What she saw made her freeze. Inuyasha, only his eyes were red and there were purple marks on his cheeks. Men were attacking him and died trying to obviously take his life. When eh saw her she froze. On one of the few nights he had let her stay in the village Kaede had warned her of demons when their eyes were like this. If she wasn't sure she could kill it, it would be best for her to drop her weapons, being seen as a threat, even a minor one, would get her killed. Tossing her bow and arrow a few feet away and letting her quiver drop as well she remained still as he continued to growl. Spreading her hands in a placating gesture she gave a smile, she couldn't help the trembling that took her body s he started to approach. She backed up perhaps two steps when he had her in his hold.

 

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They had tried to kill him, heard he'd awoken and come after him. Fools, they hadn't lasted long, there was only one wound and that was from when he'd ignored them thinking them hunters for the village. He was considering going to the band of weaklings he had protected before and betrayed him now when the girl entered. He saw the weapon and growled, her hands gripped it tightly before she tossed it away. Her arrows soon followed and he watched as tried to look as harmless as the flowers she smelled of.

Her fear was potent and as he drew near she pulled away, increasing the distance between her and the weapons. When she looked as if she were ready to flee he grabbed hold of her. The only thing keeping him from killing her where she stood was that her scent was wrong; this bitch was not the same one to betray him.

She whimpered and didn't fight him other than trying to keep distance from him when eh pulled her closer. So delightful, he remembered who she was now. The bitch that never obeyed. The one that yelled at him and left when he told her to stay. His bitch would need to be punished he was thinking.

She had thought to attack him, he had seen her hold tightly to the weapon, she would be punished for that as well. And if she dared try to speak that cursed word he would beat her bloody. Snarling in her face he glorified in the scent of her escalating fear. “Bitch.” A spark of anger went through her eyes as she continued to meet his gaze. Her lips pressed together and he smirked at her anger even when afraid. Running his claws through her hair he grabbed the darkened locks close to her scalp and pulled. She cried out and he pulled again, he didn't let up until she remained quiet. Her breasts were trust forward and with each breath they rose and called for his attention.

His bitch's lesson in submission had now begun.

With his free hand he brought it to the collar of her flimsy shirt. Little temptress, her short skirt showing her legs, enough to let him know she was toned and not enough to show him what he wanted. She teased him in her skimpy outfits and never thought of the consequences. With the ease of a heated knife through butter he split her top. She cried out in her shock and brought pain to herself when she tried to move away. Pressing his nose to the soft flesh that was thinly covered he enjoyed the gasp she made when he let his tongue sample some of her flavor. Nuzzling the flesh on the right her tasted the blood his finger had smeared on the soft skin that wasn't covered. Nipping at it he heard her squeak, he decided that the sound could be forgiven and maybe even encouraged. Once again he decided his left hand would travel her form. Skimming down her side he pulled back enough to examine her body with sight as well at touch. The darkened marks on her body grew rage within him. Who had harmed his bitch? Touching the bruise on her waist he stilled when he noticed it was the same size as his hand, it had been him. Perhaps her disobedience was not so hard to understand. He protected her and hurt her in the same motions; he would have to be careful of that from now on. It was one thing when she was being punished; it was another when he was careless.

Running his clawed hand along the flesh of her leg he received another cry from the female when he brought it under the flimsy scrap she used as a scrap to cover her womanly parts. Nipping gently at her chin he released her hair just enough so he could press his mouth to hers. He supported nearly all her weight and hardly felt her hands as they pushed against his chest in the attempt to flee. “Stop.” She froze at his snarled word and returned her gaze to his. Returning his attention to her bruised lips for a moment he ignored her trembling, squeezing the flesh in his left palm he felt her stiffen. Finding himself drawn to her bosom he pressed his teeth against the side of one of the quivering globes and pressed just hard enough to draw blood. As the hot flavor graced his tongue he refrained from sounding his triumph. He knew her scent, knew her taste, there was no escaping him from this point further. She was holding her breath; no doubt to ensure he didn't damage her with the movement breathing would cause her. Pulling away he lapped at the small wound as her body quaked under his touch. His hand was still kneading her soft ass and he released her dark tresses so he could explore more of her young form.

When his thumb cut through the side of her covering under the skirt he pressed his fingers to the curls that were always hidden no matter the skimpy clothing his bitch wore. It was only then she began to thrash, not caring if she hurt herself in her struggles only that she freed herself.

The only thing that kept him from ordering her to stop was that the scent of fear and the faint arousal that had been tickling his nose had vanished, in their place was terror. Moving them to the dirt he pinned her to the path, his knee between her legs and one hand holding both her wrists above her head. Growling lowly until she stilled he licked at her tears gently. She was rebellious and disrespectful to him, but she had not gone anywhere near deserving the terror he had given her. He had forgotten her ignorance and lost himself in the taste and feel of her desirable form.

Pressing down on her he pushed the air from her chest, she struggled, she tried to kick, but it was only a matter of minutes before she passed out, only then did he let up. Glancing at the corpses of his would be hunters he moved the girl to the tree she had freed him from before taking the bodies and tossing them down the well like so many demons before them.

 

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It was with painful remembrance of what had knocked her out that Kagome awoke. It was dark now and trembling she clutched at her torn shirt. Next to her were her things and she recognized the tree as the one that had started this whole fiasco.

Looking around she wondered if Inuyasha was near by. She could guess at what had set him off but if those bodies had been any clue she could guess. She shuddered at the memory of his touching her. He had bit her, and hurt her a little, but it wasn't until he started to touch her like he had that she forgot to submit and began to fight.

Trembling she wondered if he was still like that. Inuyasha wasn't exactly a warm fuzzy, but she liked him a whole lot more the way he normally was then when he was like that. She eeped when he dropped from the tree a few feet away from her. He looked normal but she remained curled to the tree. His eyes looked her over and she for once didn't scold him for ogling her exposed parts.

“Did I hurt you?” She saw the emotions in his eyes, she didn't know him well enough to know what all of them were but she could recognize the worry. She shook her head, unable to speak for the moment. “Good.” He watched her and she knew a warning when she saw one.

“N-nothing happened.” His gaze narrowed for a moment before he nodded, letting the subject be dropped.

“Go to the hags home wench, we leave tomorrow.” Nodding she grabbed her things and ran. Stopping only to change her shirt before finding the woman. She could really go for some of that soothing tea right about now.

 

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