InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Shed a Little Light ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Lime Alert. This is rated NC-17 for a very good reason.

 

A big thank you to my beta, thyme_cat, whose careful eye catches my mistakes and keeps me in line, and all of my reviewers on FFnet, MMorg and A Single Spark. You guys are the best! In particular, shadowcat1028, who not only figured out my Master Plan (suggested by dsm1980) but whose comments inspired a couple of elements of this chapter…she'll recognize them…

 

Disclaimer: I do not own any character created by Rumiko Takahashi.

 

Chapter 4

 

Kagome sat on a felled tree, now only a decaying log lying across the path, and propped her chin in her hand. Frowning in thought as her eyes followed the twitching of the two furry triangles on top of Inuyasha's head, she drummed her fingers against her cheek.

 

`Puppy ears,' she mused, her frown softening as a shaft of sunlight pierced a white ear and lit the inside with a pink glow. `So cute.'

 

There was something scratching at the back of her consciousness, like the name of a movie that was on the tip of her tongue but refused to roll off. She'd had this same feeling for over a week and every time she tried to worry it free, Inuyasha would say something to piss her off or she would have to rescue Shippo, and the feeling would be lost.

 

`Puppy…'

 

“Oof!” the air rushed out of her as Shippo hit her stomach, knocking her backward off the log and onto the ground. As she lay dazed for several seconds, Inuyasha's head, cute puppy ears and all, appeared over the top of the log.

 

“Clumsy! Get off yer ass, we gotta get moving.”

 

“Osuwari.”

 

The hanyou disappeared behind the log, much to Shippo's amusement, his curses muffled by loam and ferns.

 

`Damn dog!' she groused, clutching Shippo to her chest and pushing to her feet with her free arm. The spell was really only meant to protect her, but the longer she stayed in the hanyou's company, the more she used it as punishment. She'd never considered herself a cruel girl, but everyone had a threshold to the crap they could take. Inuyasha had more than crossed hers with his omission of his little `weakness.

 

Stepping over him with her chin held high in the air, she said breezily, “Try to get up before your next human night, okay Inuyasha?”

 

What had possessed her to place his head in her lap like that? Sure he'd been human and injured, and she couldn't let suffer a creature that was in pain, but still… And then he'd told her that she smelled good. Sighing a little as she followed the path with uncaring feet, her eyes mellowed to a dreamy hazelnut. It had been so romantic; she'd pretended it was the head of her lover pillowed on her thighs as she stroked the hair that was a little less silky, trying to form an image in her mind of what he would look like from the knowledge gained by her hands.

 

She was certain that her lord was wrong: she could never dislike him based on appearance because she knew that he was beautiful on the inside. Well, he knew her better on the inside than she did him, really… But she was positive that he was a good person. No amount of scarring or disfiguration could make one a bad person. Strange that: she hadn't felt a single scar on his body, nor felt anything like weird protrusions. His face was smooth and perfect, his skin softer than hers after a day at the spa. The only odd thing she could think of was the fact that he had never touched her with both hands at the same time. Not that she was complaining; he could do amazing things with his-

 

“Oi, wench!”

 

She whirled in place and fixed the hanyou with an irritated scowl. “What now, dog-boy?”

 

His face shot up in flames, ears alternately pinning and perking forward as he clenched his clawed hands into fists. “Nothing!” he barked, bounding in front of her and stomping down the trail.

 

Shippo snickered in her arms and she glanced down at him, still confused. Winking one bright green eye, he tapped his nose with a tiny claw. Instantly, she understood and blushed, but returned his wink. The little kit had been an invaluable, unexpected ally in her affair, going as far as distracting the hanyou from interrupting a delightfully naughty moonlit jaunt that had involved less walking and more being screwed against the trunk of a cherry tree. Who knew that a neck scarf could also serve as a blindfold? Kagome did!

 

Maybe when she finally got to go home, she would pick up one of those silk sleeping masks. `I bet Yuka would have a few more suggestions.' Inuyasha had finally caved to her request to visit her family when it was obvious that his black-hearted brother was nowhere to be found. Kagome thought it was just as well; that guy was scary. Beautiful, but scary.

 

`Why do the bad guys get all the good looks?' she thought with a huff. Yura had been way too curvy for her own good. Hiten had been cute in a boyish kind of way. Sesshomaru was drop-dead gorgeous, literally, for most people. She wondered if her lord was as good looking and decided that he probably was, as that was a trait that many demons shared. Maybe he was so handsome that anyone who looked at him was turned into a quivering blob of jelly? The gods knew he undid her with a whisper.

 

Shippo poked her in the ribs, tapping his nose again, and then jerking his head toward the rapidly retreating back of Inuyasha. Sighing again as she hurried to catch up, she filed away the thoughts of her lover for a more private time.

 

The night just wouldn't come fast enough for Kagome.

 

XxxxxxxxX

 

“Mom, have you seen my new uniform skirt?” Kagome leaned back and called out her open bedroom door as she pushed the hangers around in her closet.

 

“It's in the pile of clean clothes on your bed, dear.” Her mother's voice drifted up the stairs from the kitchen, patient and wise, the Finder of Lost Skirts.

 

“Oh. Thanks Mom!” she abandoned her closet and skipped over to her bed, wincing a little as the movement pulled at the scabs crusting her knees, an unpleasant reminder of her latest attempt to return home. Of course, Inuyasha had faired far worse for the sit command had dropped him beneath the boulder he'd been carrying to the well. She'd doubted she'd ever forget the sound of the hanyou's back being misaligned. He probably wouldn't either. “Are you going to do laundry again soon?”

 

“If you need it done, dear.” Her mother, the Washer of All Things Dirty.

 

“Thanks Mom!” Pulling the skirt out of the pile, she wrinkled her nose as the small tower of neatly folded garments tilted, and then toppled onto her pink comforter. Like any normal teenage girl, she left the pile as it was and stepped into the skirt, irritated that it showed the damage to her knees but resigned to the fact that there was nothing she could do about it.

 

Grabbing her backpack from its haunt behind her door, she opened the flap and upended it on the side of the bed that was not taken up by the now less neatly folded clothes. Pens, books, a sliver of quartz she'd found on the road, empty ramen cups and potato chip bags, grimy, travel-stained clothes, and one plastic baggie tumbled out of the backpack. She shoved the dirty clothes onto the floor with a moue of distaste; the pens and books went back into the bag. After a short pause, she swept the garbage into the can by her desk and gave herself a pat on the back for her small shout-out to cleanliness. This left the white plastic grocery bag lying lonely on her comforter, and she picked it up, momentarily at a loss to explain it.

 

Untying the knot, she peered into its crackling depths and immediately regretted it.

 

“GAH!” she held the bag at arm's length and mimed a gag. “What on earth? Did something crawl in my bag and DIE?”

 

“What did you say, dear?”

 

“Nothing, Mom! Oh!” her mother stepped into the room, laundry basket balanced against her hip, and glanced from Kagome to the plastic bag and back again.

 

“What do you have there?” Mrs. Higurashi took the bag from her outstretched hand and had a look inside. “Oh my!”

 

“It's really gross, mom. I'll just throw it away.” Kagome moved to take back the bag but her mother shifted it out of her reach.

 

“This is silk, dear! And you've gotten it wet and dirty and left it to mildew…are these bloodstains?”

 

“Uhhh….” Kagome watched her mother pull the dingy wad of fabric out of the bag, once again assaulted by the smell of mold and dried blood, and felt her stomach drop out of a hole in her foot. She would have blushed had there been any blood left in her head, but most of it seemed to have gone the way of her stomach. `I'm such an idiot! I'd forgotten all about that kimono - what if Inuyasha found it?'

 

“Have you been getting into fights? I thought Inuyasha was going to protect you,” Mrs. Higurashi gave her daughter a stern stare, waving the largest of the rusty stains at the suddenly flustered girl.

 

“…he is…” Kagome tried to protest but was overridden by her mother's next comment.

 

“And this silk is very fine! Look at the embroidery!” She picked at a few unraveling threads that may have once been red but were now quickly approaching fungus plum. “Where did you get such an expensive kimono? Haven't I taught you to treat things better than this?”

 

“…ummmm,” and all the while, her mind screamed, `Red Alert! Red Alert!' accompanied by a blaring, crescendoing klaxon. `What's worse, to tell your mother that you're being injured by demons or being fucked by them?'

 

“It was like that when I got it!” she blurted, inspiration hitting her between the eyes. “See, this guy, he was helping me out of a cave and he got his shirt all dirty…and I said I'd wash it for him!”

 

“Which guy?”

 

“Oh, just some guy I met…” Kagome mentally smacked herself, hard. `Really, is that the best I can come up with?' Unfortunately, Kagome was still relatively new to the lying game and she quite brilliantly sucked at it. It was so much easier to simply subdue the one who was questioning you.

 

“And where was Inuyasha during all of this?” her mother's lips formed a thin white line of disapproval, her doe-brown eyes hardening to flint. Her mother, Unraveler of Tall Tales.

 

“He was…around…” Before her mother could pitch a royal fit, Kagome grabbed her backpack and scampered out of her room. “I gotta go, Mom, or I'll be late for class!”

 

Silence nipped at her heels and Kagome decided that her little trip to the future was going to be a bit shorter than she had anticipated. She almost wished her mother would yell after her so that she could come up with some suitable refutations by the time she got home. However, there were no breaks for Kagome on the day's agenda, so she crossed her fingers and offered up a prayer that her mother would cool off by evening.

 

XxxxxxxxX

 

Kagome trailed the group of teenage girls as they chatted on their way back from school, dread pouring off of her as each step took her closer to her mother's well-deserved ire. It didn't help that her mind had been in knots at the sight of that stupid kimono: there was just something so damned familiar about it. If only it hadn't been so filthy, maybe she could figure out where she'd seen it. With her luck, her mother would shove it in her face, permanently soiled and somehow knowing what she'd been doing in it. Did demon cum stain? By the gods, she was dead.

 

“What's got you so down, Kagome?” Ayumi startled her out of her thoughts and she almost tripped over a crack in the sidewalk.

 

“Yeah, I would think that you'd be happy with Hojo all over you!” Yuka added her two cents.

 

“He's so cute!” Eri agreed, with a little flutter of her eyelashes.

 

“Cute? He's hot!” Yuka, the self-proclaimed sex expert, exclaimed.

 

“I guess he's okay,” Kagome mumbled, hoping for a change of topic and once again, not getting any breaks.

 

Eri reared back, aghast, “What do you mean, `okay'? He's only the most eligible bachelor in school!”

 

Ayumi waved her hands in a slow, calming gesture, determined to keep the peace. “Relax, girls, maybe Kagome likes someone else.”

 

“You have a boyfriend? Who is he? Do we know him?” Horror forgotten, Eri leaned forward in excitement.

 

“Well, yeah, I'm kinda seeing someone…”

 

Yuka stopped walking, bringing the group to a huddled halt, and planted her hands on her hips. “'Kinda' as in dating or `kinda' as in a steady boyfriend?”

 

“A little more than just dating…” Kagome suddenly had the urge to spill her guts. For the past few weeks, she'd had to keep her affair a secret from everyone but Shippo, and though he was of immense help, he wasn't the kind of confidant she needed. No, there was nothing like girlfriends to discuss the undiscussable.

 

“What, like kissing and stuff?” Eri wanted to know.

 

Kagome couldn't help the little giggle that bubbled up and out of her mouth. “And stuff…”

 

Eri squealed and hopped in place, wringing her hands at the wrists. “Kagome, did you…let him touch your boobs?”

 

Kagome nodded shyly and Ayumi gasped dramatically. Eri continued squealing.

 

“You didn't go down on him, did you?” Yuka asked in disbelief, her eyes widening at Kagome's grin.

 

“And he's gone down on me, and we've-“

 

“You didn't!”

 

“How big is he?”

 

“Was it good?”

 

“Did it hurt the first time?”

 

“Does he have a brother?”

 

Kagome stopped in the middle of her demonstration of her lover's length when Ayumi's quiet, hopeful inquiry punctuated the barrage of questions. Something about it gave her the willies. However, it was soon replaced by abject fear at Yuka's next statement.

 

“I hope you guys used a rubber.”

 

“…what?”

 

“A rubber, you know, a condom. Protection so you don't get knocked up.”

 

“…of course,” Kagome lied weakly. Birth control had never occurred to her. Stupid, stupid, stupid…

 

“So what does he look like?” Ayumi asked when it was obvious that Kagome wasn't going to answer her other question.

 

“I don't really know,” Kagome answered, too distracted by the idea of being pregnant at fifteen by a demon whose name she didn't know to remember to lie.

 

“What do you mean, you don't know?” Eri's bubble of excitement popped almost audibly, and she cocked her head to the side with a look of utter confusion.

 

`Shit.' Kagome thought hard, determined to salvage at least some of her dignity. “Well, he's very shy and keeps his face covered. But he's tall and has fabulous hair.”

 

“How can you be seeing a guy if you can't see him?” Ayumi asked, tapping her finger on her cheek and looking up at the sky as if the answers were written in the clouds. Kagome wished that they were.

 

“Shy? He's using you for sex, Kagome. He's a no good punk, you should dump him.” Yuka scolded her sternly, little miss gave-a-guy-a-blowjob-behind-the-bleachers.

 

“No, he's really not like that,” Kagome protested half-heartedly. `Is he using me? Am I using him?' All Kagome knew was that she lived for those trysts, dreamed about his touches as she slept, trembled and ached when he was gone for too long.

 

“Oh yeah? Then why won't he let you see him? He can't leave you in the dark like this. You have to see the guy who's boning you, Kagome.”

 

“It isn't right,” Eri added, emphatically nodding her agreement.

 

“Actually, it's kind of romantic,” Ayumi clasped her hands under her chin and smiled. “A mystery lover who comes to you in the night and leaves you with a memory of love…”

 

“You're not in love with this guy, are you?” Yuka asked incredulously, leaning into Kagome's face and seriously invading her personal space.

 

Kagome opened and closed her mouth several times before shrugging helplessly. “Maybe?”

 

Ayumi sighed, the silly smile widening and her eyes swimming with fantasy, Eri looked to be on the verge of restarting her squeal-hop, and Yuka smirked, giving her friend a knowing look.

 

“Hojo's got his work cut out for him if he wants to compete with that,” Yuka measure the air with her hands in imitation of Kagome.

 

Eri paled, her hand flying over her mouth. “Yuka! You and Hojo?”

 

Yuka nodded sagely and took center stage as she began her story. “It was a few months ago, right after the winter formal. The girl's bathroom had a line but the boy's looked empty, so I…”

 

Kagome sighed in relief as the attention moved away from her to Yuka sucking off Hojo in the men's room stall. She almost felt sorry for her friend who always seemed to give head but never receive it. She may not have seen her lord, but at least he'd eaten her out.

 

XxxxxxxxX

 

Kagome pulled herself out of the well, her heart heavier than her bag and just as ready to burst as her mother's only words of the afternoon rang in her ears, “I raised you to be a good girl, Kagome, and to make the right decisions. Please try to be more careful.”

 

She hadn't said a word about Kagome's early departure to the past and had simply handed her the freshly laundered kimono, neatly folded and sealed in a clear plastic wrapping, along with several containers of instant food, her expression pleasant and bland but her gaze wary. Her mother's passive disappointment, written in the lines around her eyes and mouth, had lanced at Kagome's soul, the wound oozing the infection of her deceit.

 

Kagome now knew that she had lost her mother's trust and it hurt more than anything a demon could do to her with his claws.

 

To top it off, she wasn't due to start her period for another few days and she had never been terribly regular, so she had anywhere from three to seven days of torture and personal hell coming her way as she waited for it. That was the best-case scenario; she didn't want to contemplate the consequences if her `friend' decided not show up for its monthly visit. And had she remembered to buy condoms when she had picked up Shippo's bribe candy? Of course not! That would have resembled thinking!

 

Staring at the grass between her brown loafers, Kagome fought back tears. She hadn't been thinking throughout the entire affair. She'd been so caught up in the heat of the moment, enjoying the daring and excitement, loving the pleasure he invoked in her body. She had felt special and cherished, but whom was she kidding? He was using her for sex, just as Yuka had said, and she might, just might, be falling for him.

 

A cool shadow passed over her and a slight tingle raced up her spine. Sighing, she closed her eyes, wondering if she should end this affair that had suddenly complicated her life. His arm wrapped around the front of her shoulders and pulled her against his armor, tendrils of silky hair caressing her cheek and fanning the embers that always seemed to burn in her belly when he was around.

 

His words were low and disapproving, an unpleasant reminder of her mother. “You are not to leave like that again.”

 

“I only went home,” she answered sullenly. “I told you I was going, remember? Oh, and I had your kimono cleaned.”

 

“You did not say that you fall down a well and disappear from this world. It is not wise to lie to this S-“

 

“This what?” Kagome asked, resentment hardening the lines of her body. Demons were so full of themselves. “And I wasn't lying; I did go home. That's how I get there.”

 

“It seems you need a lesson in respect, girl,” he rumbled, completely ignoring her question. He wrenched the bag from her shoulders, dropping it at her feet, and pulled the kerchief from her blouse. Pressing it into her hand, he whispered in her ear, “Put it on.”

 

Kagome tied the red fabric over her eyes, nervous about what her lord meant by a `lesson'. Was he going to punish her? He'd never hurt her before and though his words were harsh, the tone of his voice was anything but. Wasn't she thinking about breaking up with him? Arg!

 

Blindfold in place Kagome stood apprehensively as she waited for his next move. A hand on her hip guided her a step back toward the well, then down almost to her knees where she was bent over two muscled thighs. Claws grazed the back of her legs and pushed up her skirt, and then pulled her panties down to her ankles.

 

“Hey!” Kagome kicked her legs as she realized what he was up to. “You can't do this to me!” she sputtered, trying to wipe fur out of her mouth. Her hands found the source of the fluff, a long boa-like thing, and latched onto it, giving it a sharp tug for emphasis. `Maybe he doesn't want me to see him because he's a cross dresser,' Kagome thought uncharitably. The little tickle returned to her mind, egging her toward some conclusion, but she was jolted out of her thoughts by his hand hitting her ass.

 

The smack on her bottom was loud in the clearing of the Bone Eater's Well and left her cheeks stinging slightly, triggering a sudden rush of moisture to her tight little entrance. The youkai holding her inhaled deeply and wiped a finger across her lips, chuckling a little when Kagome squirmed. Of all the humiliations she had suffered, this had to be a first, but damn if it didn't turn her on.

 

He struck her again, not hard enough to really hurt, and then squeezed the smarting flesh in his palm. “I assure you, I can.”

 

Kagome thumped the side of his thigh with her small fist. “Let go of me, or I'll scream!”

 

“Then scream for me,” he swatted her reddening cheeks with a little more force and Kagome cried out, not in pain or for rescue, but in mortified delight. Her ass tingled deliciously, jiggling under his onslaught and stimulating her sex. Two long fingers slipped between her folds and into her body, curling when they were buried to the hilt and stretching her at a spot that sent sparks of pleasure through her limbs. Unable to help herself, Kagome groaned and went limp, unsurprised when he chose that moment to chuckle.

 

“Not so rebellious now, are you, girl.” He thumbed her clit, rolling it in small circles as his fingers straightened and curled in a come-hither motion. And come she did, shaking in his lap and muffling her shriek in a handful of fluff under the measured, methodical movements of his hand.

 

He withdrew his hand and pulled the fur out of her grip, easing her off of his lap and onto her knees. Dazed and pliant, Kagome let him grasp the hair at the back of her head and at the feel of his thick head against her lips, she opened up and swallowed him. Bracing her hands on his open thighs, she moved with his firm pressure against her neck, running her tongue along his length and slurping at the spittle that drooled over him. He groaned and began to thrust with his hips as he pressed her down. Kagome gagged when he hit the back of her throat but continued to gobble him, grazing the steel shaft with her dull, human teeth. She drank in his quiet rumbles and the quivering of his muscles, growing wet again at her power over her lord. With a jerk and a grunt, he shot his load in her mouth, hot, bitter and viscous. Almost retching, Kagome swallowed convulsively, wondering how Yuka did this so often and relieved when he pulled out. She decided that she liked his cock in her mouth, but not his cum. That was nasty.

 

She was slightly astonished when his tongue bathed her lips, his teeth nipping gently at the corner of her mouth. The gesture seemed apologetic somehow, though she couldn't imagine her arrogant lord apologizing for anything. Kissing him lightly, she assured him that all was forgiven and that she had enjoyed their playtime. He glided his cheek over hers, nuzzling into her hair and tickling her ear with his moist puffs of breath. Charmed by the show of affection, Kagome giggled and nuzzled him back. He tensed and withdrew fractionally, but enough to drop kick her heart into the mud.

 

“Do not attempt to use this well again,” he whispered in her ear, dispelling the idea that he had been sorry for his forceful treatment of her. He stood and she lost her balance on her knees, falling back and barely catching herself on the heels of her hands. “I will be watching.”

 

“Jerk!” she hissed at him, frowning when she heard a rustling in the direction of her backpack. She felt it when he left, an absent static of his youki against her nerves leaving an uncomfortable emptiness in its place. Yanking off the blindfold and threading it through her collar, she pulled up her panties and closed her backpack. The ass had taken his kimono without a thank you. Sniffling and feeling sorry for herself, unable to cope with the roller coaster of his anger, mischievousness, tenderness, then callousness and the effects that it had on her fragile emotions, she stomped down the forest path to Kaede's village.

 

There were so many things about him that were utterly confounding or frighteningly familiar and they were beginning to give her a headache. She stopped suddenly in her tracks. `Yes, familiar…' she thought, her head pounding with each heartbeat. But she just couldn't put her finger on it. In her mind's eyes, colorful pieces of jigsaw puzzle were scattered over a swath of white silk, but try as she might, she couldn't quite fit them together. She had no idea if they even belonged to the same puzzle. They lay there silently, jumbled and disconnected, and she wondered if maybe a few pieces had gone missing.

 

“Are your brains addled, wench? What're you doing in the forest by yourself?” Inuyasha's gruff shout broke her concentration and she pinched the bridge of her nose to relieve the ache that had settled behind her eyes. Opening her eyes, she glared at the hanyou standing in her way, his arms crossed over his chest.

 

“Good to see you too, Inuyasha,” she snipped.

 

“Keh,” he scoffed, but his voice was a little less harsh than normal. He swept her off her feet and into his arms, taking a not-so-subtle sniff of her hair. Kagome relaxed her head against his chest and shut her eyes, weary of lying and sneaking around, unsolved riddles and scary unknowns. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to pretend that everything was going to work out fine.