InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vignabbles & Drabbettes ❯ Shake Your Myth Maker ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns Inuyasha.

 

Frivolous scene cut from a oneshot I have yet to post.

 

 

Shake Your Myth Maker

 

Inuyasha had just managed to pry Kagome out of her top and was now steadfastly going to town on her skirt. Within moments, it too was gone, fluttering off in the breeze to parts unknown. The bra was next to go, yet another adversary felled by his claws.

 

Kagome, feeling a little vulnerable being mostly nude while he was fully clothed, set about wrangling him out of his robes. Once they parted company with his torso, she took a moment to admire his physique as he gently maneuvered her backward onto the fluffy cotton and down comforter.

 

Two separate but equally titillating sensations hit her at once: warm, moist lips floating over her throat, and the tickle of claws working their way under the edges of her panties.

 

“Wait a minute. What about the jewel?” she inquired breathlessly.

 

Without so much as pausing, he replied, “What of it? We could pitch it into the ocean for all I care.”

 

“Inuyasha, we can't do that and you know it.”

 

He sighed, not really wanting to be bothered with this conversation and far more interested in continuing what he was doing. Unfortunately, Kagome seemed hell-bent on ruining the mood. Exasperated, he thunked his forehead against her collar bone. “Yeah, I know. I was just going to wish for the well to stay open so you wouldn't have to worry about it.”

 

Though touched at his consideration, she couldn't help but worry about how the wish might be twisted since the jewel was rumored to only bring misery to the wisher who wished selfishly. “But isn't that a selfish wish?”

 

“Bah, the selfish wish thing is a myth.”

 

A delicate black brow lifted. “It is? How do you know that?”

 

Grinning deviously, he replied, “Who do you think perpetuated that myth?”

 

Kagome's eyes bugged. “Get out! You?!”

 

Grin widening, he nodded, obviously quite proud of his own inventiveness.

 

“Why?”

 

“Think about it; way back when I was young and impulsive…,” He ignored her derisive snort at that. “As I was saying, Kagome, way back when I was young and impulsive, when I first caught wind of the jewel and before I met Kikyo, I wanted it for myself in order to become strong enough to keep prejudiced assholes from coming after me. So I started circulating rumors that a selfish wish would backfire with terrible consequences on the wisher. I knew it wouldn't keep all the youkai from pursuing it, since many of them don't have a lick of sense to begin with, but most humans were superstitious enough to not want to risk it.”

 

Kagome's jaw hung stupidly. “Y-you...”

 

His brows rose in amusement. “Yes, meee…?”

 

“I can't believe it. You devious little shit!”

 

“Yeah,” he smugly boasted, “pretty cool, huh?”

 

“Uh, well, I guess it is sort of a relief to not have to worry about the whole `right wish' business.”

 

“Great, glad we cleared that up. Now can we quit yapping? You already killed the mood; now I gotta work it back,” he scolded. “This really isn't how I envisioned our first time.”

 

She eyed him for several seconds, eyes trailing down to his hakama, which were looking far from comfortable at the moment.

 

“You know,” she began with a rather shrewd glint in her eye, “In the time I've spent travelling around the Feudal Era, I've come across another interesting myth.”

 

He followed the path of her eyes, almost blushed, then rolled his eyes, knowing full well what she was getting at.

 

“That is most certainly not a myth,” he declared, leaning back to untie his pants.

 

And down they went.

 

“Oh my.”