InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Turning The Tables ❯ IT WASN'T WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE!!! ( Chapter 10 )

The sun filtered through the canopy of the trees and played against Kagome's face and she opened her eyes to the magickal sounds outside of the morning. A smile crossed her face and she curled back into the warm body behind her. A soft grunt sounded directly in her ear and she giggled at the breath that tickled her neck, squirming slightly. Suddenly Inuki opened his eyes and looked down to see the girl curled up against him, her ebony locks catching the sunlight and reflecting it up into his eyes. He blinked a couple of times, confused, before realizing the girl was Kagome, then sat up suddenly and pulled his arms from around her causing her to squeak and tumble off of the makeshift mattress. She blinked up at him in surprise and blushed profusely, matching his own scarlet face. For a few moments the sat there stuttering at each other until he leapt up and moved over to the door to take a few deep breaths. Kagome looked over at him cautiously, "Hey… you ok?"

Inuki leaned against the door way and stared out at the village, "Yea… not much of a morning person…and I just can't believe we are in the feudal era.....its weird"

Kagome looks up at him and tilted her head to the side, seeing Inu Yasha's profile in the way he stood, 'They're so much alike... yet different..' she shook her head, "Yea I was pretty freaked out the first time I had come here.

He looked over his shoulder and smirked at her, "And I bet no one believed you when you told them," he yawned and turned his gaze back outside, "I know I wouldn't believe it if I heard it."

Kagome shrugged slightly in annoyance, "The only people I have ever told is you and my family. I am not stupid. Even if someone had believed me they would take our home and turn it into an amusement park or something like that."

Inuki scowled, "I didn't mean it as an insult, ok? So, calm down," he rubbed the back of his neck as he mumbled an apology.

Kagome looked up at him and laughed slightly, "Sorry, I guess I'm not much of a morning person either…" She sweat dropped and looked away.

He looked down at his clothes and made a face, "Do you know where I can get some clean clothes? These are dirty and I would like to change out of them."

Kagome blinked slightly and looked around the house, "Err... yea... hold on" she mumbled standing up and walked over to the chest she had gotten Sango and Miroku and pulled out an old haori and yakama made of fur from a fire rat and tossed it to him, "Just change, and give me your old clothes... I'll wash them," she muttered silently.

Inuki caught the clothing and looked at it. He raised a brow, "I have to wear this?" He looked at the expression on her face and waved his hands sweat dropping and laughing nervously, "Ok kinda out of date, but I guess for this time period its ok," he walked into another room of the hut to change quickly, throwing his dirty clothes into a pile and then pulled his hair back into a braid. "Pshhhh..." He picked up the clothes and walked out, handing them to Kagome.

Kagome stood there staring at him dumbfounded her jaw all but dropped.

He raised a brow as he looked at her, "Ummm Kagome? Yoo hoo? Earth to Kagome? Are you ok?" he waved his free hand in front off her face.

She blinked and shook herself, "G-gomen!" she squeaked and snatched his clothes out of his hands and took off like a bat out of hell to the stream.

Inuki blinked as he walked out the door, "Ooookkkk .... That was awkward and weird," he walked over to a nearby tree and sat down in the shade.

Miroku walked up to the boy and sat down beside him, "Nice clothes, Inu."

"Pshhhh...old fashioned for me...." he turned to look at Miroku, " Uhhhhh...well I guess the clothes are ok ...." he looked down at the ground and picked at a blade of grass, "They were his weren't they?"

Miroku stared off into the horizon then let his eyes drift back to the field his children they were playing in, "They were, yes. They fit you well, though."

Inuki frowned as his eyes looked off towards the children playing, "I'm sorry I look so much like him ...at times I swear I feel like him… like...I don't know how to say it." He ran a hand through his dark bangs, "Almost like I belong here, but I know I don't...ok I'm losing my mind don't listen to me."

Miroku eyed the boy for a moment, "Inuki, would you be opposed to separating yourself from Inu Yasha, so you may go on with your own life? Or would you rather become one with his soul and spirit?

The younger male sat there in silence, thinking, "I don't know....what will happen? Will I be changed?" he picked at a snag on the sleeve of his haori, "I don't want to be changed for the worse…"

Miroku took a deep breath and squinted up at the sky, "Truthfully, I do not know. I would not think so, as Kagome was not changed when Kikyou's soul was torn from her unwilling body. I would think that a willing participant would have an even easier time of it. The worst that could happen is that when Inu Yasha's soul is extracted from yours, that you pass out for a while, while the soul is transferred between the two bodies."

Inuki closed his eyes and leaned back against the tree, "Ok, when do we do it? I feel so bad for Kagome...every time she sees me, she sees him, and it hurts her, I know."

Miroku cracked open an eye to look at him, "And what of you? What is your relationship with Kagome?"

Inuki opened his eyes and looked up to the sky, "I just met her. I consider her a friend, and besides she wouldn't want me she would want her Inu Yasha ...her one and only; how can I deny her that?"

Miroku blinked slightly, "Ahhh, do you have a sweet heart back in her time then?"

He shook his head, "I have no time I have classes, and then work," he pinched the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, "I have no time for a real life."

Miroku gasped dramatically, "And you are traveling with Kagome's untainted, youthful self without an escort??? GHASTLY!!!"

Inuki growled, "Like you should talk, I wouldn't touch Kagome unless she wanted me too; and besides, she doesn't want me, I'm not him remember?"

Miroku arched a brow and nudged him, "But you do want to touch her, do you not?"

A bright blush crossed his cheeks as he looked down to the ground, "What kind of damn monk are you, anyway? You act more like a damn.....hell, I don't know what you act like, but it sure isn't a monk.''

Miroku gasped and whapped him over the head with his staff, "You have had impure thoughts of the priestess Kagome! You lecher!" He exclaimed completely ignoring his remark and leaned close, "So... in your fantasies, is she tied down and begging, or on top and in control?"

Inuki's eyes widened, "You're sick ...I'm gonna tell your beautiful wife what you said. I don't think she will appreciate it very much." he smirked as he looked into the monks eyes.

Miroku blinked, "Who? Sango? Pfft, she has about as much interest in my perverted thoughts anymore, as I have in Kagome's math homework."

Inuki snickered, "What's wrong? Can't keep it up anymore?" A wide smile spreads across his face, "Maybe you need to get the old hag to mix you up some herbs for stamina."

Miroku smirked, "Why not ask Kagome if I can keep it up, and while your at it ask her how it's performance is, as well." He folded his arms over his chest and closed his eyes.

He glared at the monk as his eyes glowed golden, "And you're full of shit, too, Miroku. She wouldn't touch you with that damn staff of yours, and you know it!" he reached over and grabbed his staff and proceeded to make him choke on it, "So, take it back, before I kick your damn perverted ass!!"

Miroku gagged and waved his arms around unable to breathe, let alone speak.

The angry youth snarled and let the monk go, "If you didn't have kids, houshi, I swear you would be burning in hell right now."

Miroku rubbed his neck and scowled, "Are you sure you aren't Inu Yasha, boy? You just about killed me like he would have done."

Huffing, he crossed his arms across his chest and scowled at him, "I don't know who I am anymore, but all I know, is keep your shit up, and I'm gonna crack that thick skull of yours."

Miroku arched a brow, "Well, well, well, do I hear a hint of jealousy?

The boy's eyes glowed brighter as his anger built, "I'm not jealous of a damn thing that you have, or anything else for that matter. Just shut up about Kagome"

Miroku threw his head back and laughed, "Inuki and Kagome sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g..."

"SHUT UP!!!" Inuki growled and cracked his knuckles, "Or I'm gonna shove that staff up your ass and make you like it!"

Miroku hopped up and backed up against Inuki, rubbing up against him, "Oh c'mon, baby, don't tease.

An evil thought popped into his head as he rubbed back up against him and grinned, "Get undressed, houshi, and I will make it worth your while," he whispered seductively into the monk's ear. 'I swear, if he gets undressed, in throwing him in a poison oak patch,' he thought to himself wickedly.

Miroku started to undo the clasp on his robes, when Kagome walked into the clearing and saw the two. Flustered she dropped the clothing she had just washed, "G-g-gomen!" she stammered and rushed off back toward the house.

The mortified boy closed his eyes tightly and cursed, "Damn, damn, damn IT!" he ran off after Kagome, yelling, "Kagome, come on, it wasn't what it looked like!"