InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Treading Water ❯ 13- Some Private Time ( Chapter 13 )

Her stomach fluttered. A towel, he was standing in the doorway of the rather crowded room in nothing but a towel. Oh dear.

 

“InuYasha, is that you?” Came the voice from the kitchen.

 

“Yeah Mushin, it's me.” Called the hanyou over his shoulder.

 

“So explain it to me, Miroku, who is Mushin?” Sango's face was curious and smiling, her voice inquisitive.

 

“Maternal uncle. My mother's brother. My grandfather lives with us too. His name is Miatsu, and he should be back later. He's my father's father. The rest of my family have gone on ahead. Plane crash. I was five, maybe 6.” Miroku looked down at his hands. He missed them, but time had managed to smooth over the raw pain he had once felt.

 

“I'm sorry.” Sango said sympathetically. “I didn't mean to pry.”

 

“If you didn't mean to pry why'd you ask?” InuYasha threw over his shoulder as he browsed through his corner of Miroku's closet, looking for clothes.

 

“It's ok. It doesn't hurt. They loved me, and I told them daily how much I loved them. I was lucky, I have no regrets. There were no secrets and no bad blood between us, my memories are untainted by remorse or regret.” He smiled sadly.

 

“Miroku! Can you help me a minute?” Mushin's voice cut through the solemn quite that had descended in the room.

 

“Coming.” Miroku stood and navigated through the sea of dogs and legs and made his way to the door.

 

“I'll come with you.” Sango bounced off the bed and followed Miroku into the kitchen.

 

Mushin turned as the two entered the kitchen, smiling widely at the pretty girl behind his nephew. He gestured to the counter where a book was open, the right page marked.

 

“The book is open to the correct recipe, would you mind starting supper so I can go clean the yard? Unless you'd rather pick up after the dogs.” Mushin's eyes shined with amusement.

 

“Chicken fajitas! Yum, looks good! Let's see, we need…” Miroku's nose was buried in the cookbook.

 

Mushin left the room chuckling softly.

 

Hearing commotion in the kitchen the two humans were swiftly joined by the five dogs, Kiba, Tsume, Princess, Bear, and Shinkuu, all of which lined up and sat staring at the humans.

 

Sango giggled at the dogs before turning to Miroku. “So what do Kiba and Tsume mean?” Both dogs perked up at hearing their names and wagged their tails, hoping their inherent cuteness would get them treats.

 

Miroku looked at Sango out of the corner of his eye, “I thought you spoke Japanese.”

 

Sango shook her head, “No, I'm a true American mutt. I've picked up some Spanish from Koharu and Kikyou, the Japanese I know I've picked up from listening to you and Kags.”

 

Miroku nodded, it made sense. The ruling houses of youkai clans were centered in Japan, so the same way many English words made their way into other languages Japanese words, usually relating to youkai, had shown up as normal in everyday speech all over the world. Now that he thought about it he realized he and Kagome were probably the only two in their school that had Japanese blood and could speak the language, even though they didn't look it.

 

Shaking himself from his thought Miroku thought back to what Sango had asked him.

 

“Kiba means Fang and Tsume is Claw.” He said as handed Sango an onion and a knife.

 

“Fang and Claw. Gee, can't tell they belong to a guy, can ya?” Sarcasm dripping from her words, Sango began cutting up the onion.

 

“Inadequacy complex he gets `cause his older brother is a full demon. His brother is also one of the Taiyoukai, so that kinda compounds the problem.” He pulled the chicken and tomatoes from the fridge, got the rice and measuring cups down from the cupboard. Tossing the package of chicken on the counter and reaching for a pan Miroku prepared to make the rice.

 

“Let me guess, his truck is a 4 x 4 hemi and his apartment is the size of a castle, and his other car makes the truck look small.”

 

Miroku chuckled as he turned on the faucet and stuck the measuring cup underneath, to measure water for the rice.

 

“He compensates for being only half demon, not having a small penis.”

 

“Why Miroku, I didn't know you two had that kind of relationship.” Sango shrieked when Miroku put his hand under the water and flicked it at her, splashing her.

 

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(Meantime in Miroku's room)

 

InuYasha turned and looked over his shoulder at the girl that was staring at him. Placing his back against the wall he turned to face her, his arms crossing over his chest, making the muscles underneath ripple.

 

“There a problem?”

 

Kagome blushed a pretty shade of magenta and averted her eyes. “I've know you less than six hours and you're standing there in a towel.”

 

“And what are you going to do about it? Take advantage of me?” As he spoke he came to stand right in front of her. When she saw toes come to stand in front of her she looked up from the floor and she saw the knot that held the towel together, she looked straight up, hoping to find his face, blushing madly.

 

The girl was awkward and InuYasha wanted to grin. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up to stand in front of him.

 

“You ok, wench? You look a little flushed.” The color of her face deepened if possible and she edged away from him.

 

“I'm fine.” She said haughtily. She turned her back to him and heard him rustling about behind her. She became curious about the noises until she remembered he was most likely getting dressed. She groaned to herself quietly as she felt her cheeks heat again. She had done nothing but blush since she'd met this man.

 

“You sure you're ok, wench?”

 

“Don't call me that!” She practically shrieked as she turned back to face him, completely forgetting to check if he was dressed first.

 

Oddly enough she couldn't see that anything had moved since she had turned around, he was still in a damn towel.

 

InuYasha reached for the towel at his waist and Kagome blanched.

 

“Oh relax, bitch.” He said as he tugged the terrycloth free and revealed a pair of boxers sitting low on his hips.

 

Well that's odd. Kagome thought to herself as she memorized the fleeting glance of the perfect being before her. He was uniformly tan, she couldn't help but wonder how far it went.

 

And there went her cheeks again. Damnit!

 

“Ya know,” he said, breaking her reverie, “For a virgin you stare a lot.”

 

Kagome sputtered and turned twelve shades of red.

 

“Excuse me? What business is it of yours? And who said I'm a virgin?” She demanded indignantly.

 

InuYasha tapped the side of his nose and reached for a pair of black jeans. “I can smell it. Same way I could tell Yuka's a slut. There is absolutely no scent on you that isn't superficial.”

 

“Superficial?” She completely forgot about her anger in light of her curiosity.

 

“Yeah. The strongest smells on you right now are Miroku's and Sango's and some peach soap or something. But they aren't very strong. A person's scent changes slightly if they get aroused. The scents on you aren't like that, well, except your own.” He gave her a fangy smirk as he continued, “If you had sex someone's scent would be on you, in you. And not their normal scent either. Arousal, sweat, body fluids. Even the oils of a person's hands would seep into you. But on you? Nothing. Wouldn't be surprised if you hadn't even been kissed yet.” He quickly did up the pants and reached for a tight red undershirt.

 

Kagome was stunned. She was suffering from an overload of information and embarrassed rage. It was a weird sensation to be mad and learning at the same time. Not to mention being distracted by the cute little ears that fought their way out from inside the shirt.

 

“Ok, so you're right. It's still none of your business.” She said huffily, crossing her arms and turning up her nose.

 

“I just hope a good kiss will mellow you the fuck out. Take that stick outta your ass maybe.” He smirked sideways at her as he pulled a short sleeve black over shirt off a hanger and put it on, leaving it unbuttoned and untucked, the tight red undershirt clinging to his body, giving him a very sexy look.

 

His smirk widened.

 

The blood in her cheeks rose again as his smirk told her he'd picked up when her scent changed yet again. The afternoon played back for her in her mind. Every time she had felt a surge of longing for this stranger he had turned to look at her. She turned her head quickly, her hair falling like a curtain between them.

 

A noise from outside the safety of her hair caught her attention, it sounded like something was approaching her. She prayed the ground would swallow her, the condescending hanyou was more than she could take at the moment. She clamped her eyes tightly shut, hoping he would let her be.

 

A clawed hand pushed her hair out of the way and captured her chin, gently turning her back toward him.

 

As she opened her mouth to ask what he wanted something feather-soft brushed against her lips.

 

Her eyes flew open to the sight of the golden god leaning down to kiss her. She closed her eyes, relishing the moment, the gentle passion conveyed in the kiss.

 

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned in further, tilting her head back, his hands coming to encircle her. He pulled back slightly and Kagome fought the urge to sigh happily. When he nipped her bottom lip she squeaked, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. Once again he had surprised her, but she couldn't find it in herself to pull away. His tongue sought out all the secrets her mouth held, ravishing her completely, making her cling to him lest she drown in a sea of sensation.

 

He felt so right, like she could melt into him and be complete.

 

 

 

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Hai - Yes

Nani - What?

Onegai - Please

Konoama - Bitch

Temee - Bastard

Hajimemashite - Nice to meet you.

Ookami - Wolf

Oi - Hey

Nani shiyagaru - What the fuck?

Kiba—Fang

Tsume—Claw

Shinkuu—Vacuum

 

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