InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Turns ❯ To the Bedroom ( Chapter 6 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: theatrechick0920 
Coming home
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.27.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 375 | Status: Work In Progress
Coming home
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.27.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 375 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Thankyou so much for all your support. I'm sorry it took so long but i'm back on track and I have a whole week by the lake to think up more lovely chapters. Sorry I don't have more up. I'm leaving in about 30 minutes to go to Canada and visit family and I only had time to type one. Anyways Thanks everyone who reviewed and don't forget to tell me what you think. I appreciate it. I also adore gabby, who comes home in a week. Don't we love sister's by choice?
Disclaimer: Well if you haven't figured it out by now... please... seek help
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Sesshomaru moved quickly towards the two figures as Mikagi pulled Kagome closer to his body with one arm and held something in the other. Kagome's limp form still resting on his chest. Sesshomaru circled behind Mikagi so he wouldn't alarm him and make him hurt Kagome. Looking at the man's free hand, sesshomaru fought the urge to yell. He swiftly kicked the knife out of the man's hand with a side kick, moving down to a front sweep. Mikagi went down with a startled gasp as Kagome rolled limply to the side, still unconcious. Mikagi jumped up, barely avoiding Sesshomaru's hard placed axe kick, which sunk his heal into the soft earth leaving a slight indention. Mikagi moved hastily with failing accuracy. Thankful of the older man's blunders sesshomaru quickly transfered the man to the ground. Before mikagi could move sesshomaru grabbed the knife on the grass a little ways away, sheathing it in the man's skull.
Sesshomaru breathed heavily watching the man's eyes dull, Amazed at what he had just done for a friend who no longer recognized him. A light groan came from Kagome's tensed form, telling Sesshomaru she was awake.
"Kami Kagome." moving over to her he picked her up bridal style looking at some cuts lacing her body. A fleeting look of familiarity flitted across her eyes.
"It was you wasn't it?" her voice quivered. Sesshomaru, confused just looked at his old friend. She noticed his lack of answer. In his arms she managed something of a shrug. "Ow." she slightly laughed before curling into his chest, her breathing evened. Sesshomaru blatantly wondered how he was supposed to get her home with her sleeping. He supposed he could tie her to the back of his motorcycle but that might look a bit incredulous to lawful eyes. In the end he placed her behind him, locking her arms around him. As if sensing his worry about her falling off, her grip tensed. He placed his helmet on her as a last thought. Starting the bike he headed toward home. Someone would find Mikagi, maybe someone would find his fingerprints, but he doubted it. It had been a hunting knife, designed to not leave finger prints, much like a gun.
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It felt good to have the wind whip past his ungaurded face. Normally it would have stung, but it was a cool spring night and all he felt was the wind airing out his clothes and hair. Maybe he should ride without the helmet more often. All the while he was concious of the girl pressed against his back. She had drifted into a waking sleep, he asumed, her grip still tight. He vaguely wondered if his father would object. He would wonder where Mikagi was. Hey, no one saw anything, so Sesshomaru didn't know either. He pulled into the long drive, opening the driveway with the remote on the bike handle. The garage opened smoothly without a sound. His bike didn't add much noise. Maybe his father wouldn't hear him come in. Sesshomaru doubted that, his father had ears like a dog. Oh shit. His father. Mikagi. It clicked. He was in deep shit this time. Damn he usually wasn't the one to screw up. Inuyasha was the one. Damn he'd get it big. He couldn't let his father see the precious cargo he carried until Mikagi's death hit the papers. Maybe then he could say that he retrived Kagome as soon as he read the story. Sesshomaru groaned no way that was going to work. He took a deep breath and turned the doorknob, kagome still in his arms and her backpack, resting on his shoulders.
Luckily the staircase was right next to the garage. Sesshomaru didn't have to worry unless his father was in the kitchen. Taking a quick look, he realized he wasn't. Sesshomaru let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. It was out of his character to be panicy but he couldn't help it. He vaugely wondered if that Dr. pepper earlier was tipped with something. Regaining his composure, he shut the garage door, which snapped with a sharp thud. Sesshomaru winced.
"Sesshomaru, you back?" Sesshomaru's mind raced as he heard his father's voice waft from the living room. His grip loosened under kagome's feet, causing her lower half to fall to the floor with a thud. He winced again.
"Yea dad." he called back, his voice retaining its bored tone, much to his surprise. He tucked his arm back under kagome's legs. She wasn't heavy, but his nerves wouldn't let him hold still.
"What was that?" His dad's voice held a tint of worry to it.
"Nothing... I closed the fridge." Kagome's legs hitting the floor sounded different the the fridge door shutting but it would have to do. His dad was probably wrapped in a book, probably why he hadn't come to see his eldest son. "I'm gonna go to bed. See ya in the morning pops." Sesshomaru huried to the stairs. Climbing up without much difficulty, except the damn backpack, which slid off his shoulder to hang on his forearm making it difficult to hold Kagome. The hallway was dark, except the slight glow under the bathroom door, and his brother's. Sesshomaru froze as he heard a flush, and the door open. Miroku stepped out not aware of where he was going or of the forms directly in front of him. He turned and ran directly into Sesshomaru and Kagome. Thunk. 'Aw damn.' Startled by hitting Sesshomaru and the girl Miroku shook his head and looked from the girl and backpack on the floor to Sesshomaru's wary face. Miroku was startled to see panic flash across Sesshomaru's face.
"What are you doing Sesshomaru? With an unconcious lady no less?" a sly smile crept onto Miroku's face. Sesshomaru placed his emotionless mask back on, only slightly annoyed with the comment.
"Nothing." Miroku murmered something that sounded like.. 'doesn't look like nothing' as Sesshomaru bent down to place the backpack back over his shoulders and scoop up Kagome. The smile crept back to Miroku's face as Sesshomaru stood back up.
"Damn." Sesshomaru's eyebrows lifted, "I suppose I owe Inu that $50." Sesshomaru's eyebrows lifted again. He tolerated Miroku... barely, but he had the suspition he was going into the barely zone. Miroku's voice held a tone of mirth. "I bet you were gay. Guess not you dog." Miroku waggled his eyebrows. Sesshomaru smirked and set Kagome's legs down so that she was standing, leaning against him.
"Really." Sesshomaru clocked him, which caused another thunk. Picking Kagome back up he stepped over the groaning Miroku. If he knew what was good for him, he wouldn't talk. It was an unspoken threat that had been implied many times in the past years.
"Everything ok up there?" His father's voice echoed from the kitchen. When nobody answered he heard his father's heavy footsteps walk across the living room and to the kitchen. Realizing Sesshomaru and Kagome couldn't fit into his room entering the normal way, Sesshomaru turned their bodies sideways. He felt a tug. The back pack was stuck. Damn small door frames. He paniced. He had to move the backpack. He moved forward a bit and knocked Kagome's head against the frame, Sesshomaru hissed but at least the backpack came free. Backing up his foot got tangled in a shirt causing him to fall backwards and Kagome on top of him. Quickly he kicked the door closed with his feet, which consequently made a loud smack. Sesshomaru let out a groan which was stiffled by knocking on his door.
"Sesshomaru? You ok?" his father's tone carried a hint of confusion.
"Yea dad, I tripped." His father chuckled.
"That's what you get for leaving all those clothes on the floor." He heard his father's footsteps walk away, barely aware of his father asking Miroku why he was in the middle of the hallway. Sesshomaru sighed. Well that was the most eventful trip to his room ever. He quickly placed Kagome on his bed along with her backpack. Stashing his dirty clothes in the hamper. Taking a look back at his sleeping friend, he realized her clothes were dirty. Looking in his closet, grateful that he left all the big hunky shirts here instead of taking them to his dorm. He pulled off her shoes and sweatshirt, leaving her in a tanktop and jeans, the jeans were still dirty but Sesshomaru decided he wouldn't go there. With some dificulty he worked the shirt over her head and pulled her arms through. It sufficiently covered her, to her knees. Looking at the shirt itself he almost laughed. It was a tournament t-shirt where he had come out as champion, In the middle was Kagome's signature, amongst many other competitors. He'd almost forgotten this shirt. He glanced down at her jeans. The bottoms were still caked with mud, he didn't want that in his bed no matter how much he cared for her modesty. He lifted her shirt to the waistband of her jeans and undid the zipper and button, and yanked them down, revealing black cotton underwear. Sesshomaru gulped. Hastily he pulled back down the shirt and put her pants over his desk chair, and tucked her in. He would worry about the cuts tomorrow. Sesshomaru almost laughed. This was insane. His best friend who didn't remember him, was now tucked safely in his bed, while her father was dead killed by him. His life was now a soap opera. Pulling off his pants he just wore boxers and pulled on a white wife beater, and pulled his hair loose. He sighed. He would deal with it tomorrow. Turning off the lights, he made his way to the bed, settling under the covers as far away from Kagome as the double bed would allow. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Umm. Sesshomaru." Scratch that. He opened his eyes again to be met with Kagome's deep blue ones. Shit.
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A/N: heeheehee. well this should be an interesting place to leave you off. See you in a week! please do review!
Disclaimer: Well if you haven't figured it out by now... please... seek help
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Sesshomaru moved quickly towards the two figures as Mikagi pulled Kagome closer to his body with one arm and held something in the other. Kagome's limp form still resting on his chest. Sesshomaru circled behind Mikagi so he wouldn't alarm him and make him hurt Kagome. Looking at the man's free hand, sesshomaru fought the urge to yell. He swiftly kicked the knife out of the man's hand with a side kick, moving down to a front sweep. Mikagi went down with a startled gasp as Kagome rolled limply to the side, still unconcious. Mikagi jumped up, barely avoiding Sesshomaru's hard placed axe kick, which sunk his heal into the soft earth leaving a slight indention. Mikagi moved hastily with failing accuracy. Thankful of the older man's blunders sesshomaru quickly transfered the man to the ground. Before mikagi could move sesshomaru grabbed the knife on the grass a little ways away, sheathing it in the man's skull.
Sesshomaru breathed heavily watching the man's eyes dull, Amazed at what he had just done for a friend who no longer recognized him. A light groan came from Kagome's tensed form, telling Sesshomaru she was awake.
"Kami Kagome." moving over to her he picked her up bridal style looking at some cuts lacing her body. A fleeting look of familiarity flitted across her eyes.
"It was you wasn't it?" her voice quivered. Sesshomaru, confused just looked at his old friend. She noticed his lack of answer. In his arms she managed something of a shrug. "Ow." she slightly laughed before curling into his chest, her breathing evened. Sesshomaru blatantly wondered how he was supposed to get her home with her sleeping. He supposed he could tie her to the back of his motorcycle but that might look a bit incredulous to lawful eyes. In the end he placed her behind him, locking her arms around him. As if sensing his worry about her falling off, her grip tensed. He placed his helmet on her as a last thought. Starting the bike he headed toward home. Someone would find Mikagi, maybe someone would find his fingerprints, but he doubted it. It had been a hunting knife, designed to not leave finger prints, much like a gun.
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It felt good to have the wind whip past his ungaurded face. Normally it would have stung, but it was a cool spring night and all he felt was the wind airing out his clothes and hair. Maybe he should ride without the helmet more often. All the while he was concious of the girl pressed against his back. She had drifted into a waking sleep, he asumed, her grip still tight. He vaguely wondered if his father would object. He would wonder where Mikagi was. Hey, no one saw anything, so Sesshomaru didn't know either. He pulled into the long drive, opening the driveway with the remote on the bike handle. The garage opened smoothly without a sound. His bike didn't add much noise. Maybe his father wouldn't hear him come in. Sesshomaru doubted that, his father had ears like a dog. Oh shit. His father. Mikagi. It clicked. He was in deep shit this time. Damn he usually wasn't the one to screw up. Inuyasha was the one. Damn he'd get it big. He couldn't let his father see the precious cargo he carried until Mikagi's death hit the papers. Maybe then he could say that he retrived Kagome as soon as he read the story. Sesshomaru groaned no way that was going to work. He took a deep breath and turned the doorknob, kagome still in his arms and her backpack, resting on his shoulders.
Luckily the staircase was right next to the garage. Sesshomaru didn't have to worry unless his father was in the kitchen. Taking a quick look, he realized he wasn't. Sesshomaru let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. It was out of his character to be panicy but he couldn't help it. He vaugely wondered if that Dr. pepper earlier was tipped with something. Regaining his composure, he shut the garage door, which snapped with a sharp thud. Sesshomaru winced.
"Sesshomaru, you back?" Sesshomaru's mind raced as he heard his father's voice waft from the living room. His grip loosened under kagome's feet, causing her lower half to fall to the floor with a thud. He winced again.
"Yea dad." he called back, his voice retaining its bored tone, much to his surprise. He tucked his arm back under kagome's legs. She wasn't heavy, but his nerves wouldn't let him hold still.
"What was that?" His dad's voice held a tint of worry to it.
"Nothing... I closed the fridge." Kagome's legs hitting the floor sounded different the the fridge door shutting but it would have to do. His dad was probably wrapped in a book, probably why he hadn't come to see his eldest son. "I'm gonna go to bed. See ya in the morning pops." Sesshomaru huried to the stairs. Climbing up without much difficulty, except the damn backpack, which slid off his shoulder to hang on his forearm making it difficult to hold Kagome. The hallway was dark, except the slight glow under the bathroom door, and his brother's. Sesshomaru froze as he heard a flush, and the door open. Miroku stepped out not aware of where he was going or of the forms directly in front of him. He turned and ran directly into Sesshomaru and Kagome. Thunk. 'Aw damn.' Startled by hitting Sesshomaru and the girl Miroku shook his head and looked from the girl and backpack on the floor to Sesshomaru's wary face. Miroku was startled to see panic flash across Sesshomaru's face.
"What are you doing Sesshomaru? With an unconcious lady no less?" a sly smile crept onto Miroku's face. Sesshomaru placed his emotionless mask back on, only slightly annoyed with the comment.
"Nothing." Miroku murmered something that sounded like.. 'doesn't look like nothing' as Sesshomaru bent down to place the backpack back over his shoulders and scoop up Kagome. The smile crept back to Miroku's face as Sesshomaru stood back up.
"Damn." Sesshomaru's eyebrows lifted, "I suppose I owe Inu that $50." Sesshomaru's eyebrows lifted again. He tolerated Miroku... barely, but he had the suspition he was going into the barely zone. Miroku's voice held a tone of mirth. "I bet you were gay. Guess not you dog." Miroku waggled his eyebrows. Sesshomaru smirked and set Kagome's legs down so that she was standing, leaning against him.
"Really." Sesshomaru clocked him, which caused another thunk. Picking Kagome back up he stepped over the groaning Miroku. If he knew what was good for him, he wouldn't talk. It was an unspoken threat that had been implied many times in the past years.
"Everything ok up there?" His father's voice echoed from the kitchen. When nobody answered he heard his father's heavy footsteps walk across the living room and to the kitchen. Realizing Sesshomaru and Kagome couldn't fit into his room entering the normal way, Sesshomaru turned their bodies sideways. He felt a tug. The back pack was stuck. Damn small door frames. He paniced. He had to move the backpack. He moved forward a bit and knocked Kagome's head against the frame, Sesshomaru hissed but at least the backpack came free. Backing up his foot got tangled in a shirt causing him to fall backwards and Kagome on top of him. Quickly he kicked the door closed with his feet, which consequently made a loud smack. Sesshomaru let out a groan which was stiffled by knocking on his door.
"Sesshomaru? You ok?" his father's tone carried a hint of confusion.
"Yea dad, I tripped." His father chuckled.
"That's what you get for leaving all those clothes on the floor." He heard his father's footsteps walk away, barely aware of his father asking Miroku why he was in the middle of the hallway. Sesshomaru sighed. Well that was the most eventful trip to his room ever. He quickly placed Kagome on his bed along with her backpack. Stashing his dirty clothes in the hamper. Taking a look back at his sleeping friend, he realized her clothes were dirty. Looking in his closet, grateful that he left all the big hunky shirts here instead of taking them to his dorm. He pulled off her shoes and sweatshirt, leaving her in a tanktop and jeans, the jeans were still dirty but Sesshomaru decided he wouldn't go there. With some dificulty he worked the shirt over her head and pulled her arms through. It sufficiently covered her, to her knees. Looking at the shirt itself he almost laughed. It was a tournament t-shirt where he had come out as champion, In the middle was Kagome's signature, amongst many other competitors. He'd almost forgotten this shirt. He glanced down at her jeans. The bottoms were still caked with mud, he didn't want that in his bed no matter how much he cared for her modesty. He lifted her shirt to the waistband of her jeans and undid the zipper and button, and yanked them down, revealing black cotton underwear. Sesshomaru gulped. Hastily he pulled back down the shirt and put her pants over his desk chair, and tucked her in. He would worry about the cuts tomorrow. Sesshomaru almost laughed. This was insane. His best friend who didn't remember him, was now tucked safely in his bed, while her father was dead killed by him. His life was now a soap opera. Pulling off his pants he just wore boxers and pulled on a white wife beater, and pulled his hair loose. He sighed. He would deal with it tomorrow. Turning off the lights, he made his way to the bed, settling under the covers as far away from Kagome as the double bed would allow. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"Umm. Sesshomaru." Scratch that. He opened his eyes again to be met with Kagome's deep blue ones. Shit.
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A/N: heeheehee. well this should be an interesting place to leave you off. See you in a week! please do review!