InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Written in the Stars ❯ Chapter 12

Sorry about the delay, everyone. I really have very little interest in this story now, as I've run into an incredible wall with the plotline, but with the help of my ever-fabulous muse, who has helped me write all three of these Inuyasha stories, I hope to muddle my way through this and finish it. Thank you to all who have commented and faved and stalked me, urging me to continue. Without you, this story would've probably died a long time ago. Thank you again, and hopefully you will be pleased with what unfolds.

 

Chapter 12

 

Minako pulled the young Neko aside, allowing the others to walk ahead. "I know you have feelings for my sister," she said quietly, "but you must be aware that just because she has lost her memory does not mean that she has a clean slate. Her past is complicated- and is too much for one like you to understand and become a part of." She gestured to the group ahead of them. "Our family does not only consist of my siblings and our parents. Our friends are also our family- and they will not hesitate to protect us."

 

He looked at her as she spoke, giving a sigh and shaking his head. "I don't doubt she had a past. I want to get her memories back as much as all of you, to have who she is returned to her." He said, pausing for a moment as he walked, looking up at the lovely inu. “She's so delicate and frightened. I just want to protect her.”

 

Minako turned towards him, her blue eyes throwing sparks. "Listen to me, cat," she warned him, her voice soft but promising pain, "that girl has been through more than you could imagine. If you love her as you claim to, then prove it. Back off. Learn about who she is, rather than what she is: a female."

 

He shot her an annoyed glare. "I never meant to just mate her and run off- she is the one all over me. You're misreading my intentions... I will not claim her now or anytime in the near future, if that's not what she wants. I do want her to have her memories so I can learn who she is," he added, looking away. This wolf was beginning to get on his nerves. Did she think him merely some sex-crazed feline?

 

She lifted an eyebrow at him. "Have I misunderstood? Mere moments ago you were claiming her as your mate, regardless of what I or my brother had to say in the matter. Now you are saying you do not want to claim her. I am confused. Please- enlighten me as to your... plan to woo my sister."

 

Ishimaru sighed and shook his head. "I am fully aware that there is more to her than meets the eye," he said as he looked at her, his blue eyes serious. "I wasn't going to tell anyone… but as you are a healer and can possibly understand, I think if she has an experience with an emotion from her past, such as love or even hate, it might bring back her memory- or at least some of it. I thought perhaps jealousy might trigger something." He said, confessing to her out of earshot of the others, revealing his knowledge.

 

She blinked. "Jealousy?" Running her eyes over the Neko hanyou, she appraised him in new light. "You're smarter than you look, cat. I truly believed you were in love with her, but instead you were aware all along."

 

He grinned briefly and shook his head. "That's the problem, I suppose. I do have feelings for her, but can't take her now that I have an inkling of what's going on. It feels like cheating." He sighed as he walked along. He wasn't sure what to say now but it seemed like he had alleviated some of the scorn the wolf was giving him.

 

Nodding, she continued along the trail behind the others. "There's more to you than meets the eye, isn't there... Ishimaru-san?" she called back, her ears twitching in barely contained mirth.

 

His ears went flat when she called him that. "I guess," he muttered, not quite knowing how to take a compliment.

 

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Izayoi glanced over at her "new" friend, Amber. "You said we are going to the Kitsune clan?"

 

Amber nodded, excitement bright in her blue eyes. "They're very distant relatives of mine. I hope they'll be willing to help us."

 

Ishimaru still wasn't convinced that a tribe of full-blooded Kitsune would be willing to help an outfit such as theirs but he followed along anyway, having nowhere else to go. They weren't treating him that badly- he could handle a few glares here and there. He'd certainly endured worse at Neko Mountain.

 

Day turned to night turned to day. For a week they traveled, catching their meals where they could, talking very little as the tension mounted among the group. Finally, as night came once again, the inu siblings transformed, with Amber following suit. A familiar yet strange scent floated on the wind towards them, causing the young Kitsune to perk up her ears and tail.

 

Ishimaru was sitting near the fire alone, scrawling something on a piece of paper in a language none of them would understand. The males hadn't talked to him much during their journey, yet they seemed to be getting angrier with him even though he'd spoken very little with Izayoi.

 

He caught the scent and snorted. Kitsune. They were close, too. He hoped that Amber was right about them- he wasn't looking for yet another fight. He folded his paper and set off through the trees, heading toward a nearby cliff, needing answers that he simply didn't have. There, as expected, he found Minako staring up at the moon with a rather pleasant look on her face.

 

"Why are they getting angrier with me?"

 

Large blue eyes turned towards him, seeming to glow in the moonlight. “Give them time,” she replied, her voice as soft as the breeze. She always sounded so mellow when she'd been basking in moonlight, like a cat in a sunbeam. He grinned at the comparison. “They just need to get to know you, to know you're not as bad as they think.”

 

He shook his head, grunting. "That didn't work,” he reminded her. “Besides, even though I saved all of their lives, they immediately turned on me when Izayoi took an interest in me.”

 

A rustle sounded from behind him. He turned and crouched as if ready to pounce, pulling his sword a bit from its saya before he heard Minako say his name. He relaxed a bit, still eyeing the movement- he was tense, especially when he wasn't expecting anyone.

 

“You're as jumpy as a cat on a hot roof,” she observed, smiling.

 

“Thank you for that.”

 

She turned back to the moon. “Oh, relax. I doubt the Kitsune will bother us. We haven't done anything to them, so they should treat us the same.”

 

“You obviously don't know Kitsune very well.”

 

Minako blinked at him, a mysterious smile on her lips. The hair on the back of his neck and on his tail lifted up- but it wasn't in alarm.

 

“I know them quite well, thank you,” she murmured with a wolfish smile.

 

Her musical laughter trailed after him long after he had returned to his tree, tail twitching in feline aggravation.

 

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“Izayoi? Where are you going?”

 

“Mom asked me to get some more firewood,” the seventeen-year-old called back to her father. “Inusouta's up at the temple helping them finish the repairs before nightfall and she's busy tending to a broken ankle on the other side of the village.”

 

“I don't want you going alone, young lady,” Inuyasha grunted. “I'll go with you.”

 

“Daddy, I'm fine,” she protested, rolling her eyes. “Besides, if you come with me, who will watch Suki? You can't leave her alone with that fever. And I need to get going- we only have a few logs left.”

 

The hanyou grunted. “All right,” he conceded. “But I don't like it.”

 

“Would you like me to take one of Aunt Sango's kids with me?”

 

He pondered that a moment. “Yeah, that'd work. See if Hidama is available.” He glanced at Suki, who whimpered in her sleep. “Every time she gets worried about her stupid homework she ends up like this,” he muttered as Izayoi silently made her escape.

 

She hurried out of the village, her heart pounding. She ran through the forest, something on her mind that obviously wasn't firewood.

 

A pair of familiar eyes greeted her as she approached their secret place. “You made it.”

 

She nodded, breathless, but not from running. She moved closer, suddenly feeling awkward. “It's getting harder to get away from my father,” she whispered. “I don't want him to suspect anything. He'd kill you.”

 

He let out a soft chuckle. “I'm not easy to kill,” he assured her, “but I appreciate your concern.” He took a few steps closer, as though he were shy as well. “You know, you are extremely addicting. I can't get you off my mind. Every day you fill my thoughts until I'm certain my head will burst.”

 

She giggled. “It's the same for me,” she confessed. “Once you kissed me… I just couldn't get enough.”

 

His eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. “You sure you want to?”

 

“…Very sure. I don't want anyone but you.”

 

He closed the distance between them and she met his embrace eagerly. Their lips connected ravenously, the passion between them growing with every caress, every gasping breath. His mouth burned a trail down her throat, his hands hot on her skin where he had opened her summer yukata to expose her high, firm breasts. He touched her there, hesitantly, and she moaned.

 

As he bore her to the ground, she found herself undressing him as well, removing his haori and raking her eyes over the perfect skin underneath. He paused in his attentions, allowing her the opportunity to watch as he untied his hakama to reveal his proud manhood. “See what you do to me, Izayoi?” he whispered. “It's been like this for months now. All I have to do is think of you and my body betrays me.”

 

Her hands enveloped his aching flesh impatiently, moving on him knowingly. Their months of secrecy had left them intimately familiar with one another, but they had never gone so far yet. Izayoi was determined that tonight she would give him her all.

 

He groaned, lowering his head to nip at her throat. “I need you, Izayoi,” he pleaded- and she knew what it cost him to admit such a thing. He had his pride, after all.

 

“I need you too,” she whispered, guiding his hand to her moist womanhood, proving her readiness. “Please. We don't have much time.”

 

“I know.” He settled between her thighs, nudging her opening with his swollen member. He paused, meeting her gaze. “Izayoi, I… I need to tell you-“

 

“Shhh,” she murmured, reaching down and pressing him inside her. She lifted her hips and pulled him onto her in one smooth motion, taking her virginity and melding their bodies in a single moment. He let out a groan of pleasure at the tight heat surrounding him, and she moved her hips again, starting him on the rhythm to paradise.

 

For what seemed like moments or hours, they mated, their bodies dancing in an age-old cadence until they reached the crescendo, her inner muscles contracting around him as she cried out, his seed pumping into her until he was completely spent.

 

As he rolled off of her, so that he would not crush her into the ground, she sat up and smiled at him, pulling her yukata back up over her shoulders. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks were pink, and her lips were swollen from his kisses. He thought she had never looked more gorgeous.

 

“I have to go,” she said, apologizing. “If I don't, my father will come looking for me, and I still have to find firewood.”

 

He sat up as well, reaching for his hakama. He noticed the blood on his member and he smiled softly. Such a gift she had given him. “Would you like me to help you?”

 

She shook her head, although she wanted him to very badly. She wanted to spend more time alone with him, but… “It's best if you don't,” she said sadly. “I have to hurry, before nightfall.”

 

He nodded, understanding. “Will I… will we be able to meet again? Soon?”

 

Izayoi gave him a bright smile, one she reserved only for him. “I'll do what I can,” she told him, “but it depends on how much I can escape my father.” She blinked at him. “You… still want to see me?”

 

He wanted to confess his heart, that he loved her more than any man could possibly love a woman, but he refrained, knowing how she felt about commitment. “If you still wish to,” he acquiesced. “I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do.”

 

She nodded, blushing as she turned to leave for her errand. “Th-thank you,” she murmured, a wealth of meaning in those two words as she ran off, leaving him behind to stare at her perfect ass until it faded from sight.

 

Izayoi sat up straight with a gasp, her golden eyes wide. Her heart was pounding and her chest felt tight. She fought back another gasp as she realized the place between her thighs was wet- but it wasn't blood. It was slick and carried a musky scent.

 

Oh, gods. I'm… I've…

 

She'd orgasmed in her sleep.

 

Blinking in the darkness, she noticed a pair of violet eyes watching her curiously from his seat next to her. “Are you okay?” Masao asked quietly.

 

Her cheeks heated up at the memory of the very vivid dream. “I… I think so,” she murmured, looking away. “I'm not sure, but… I think I just… remembered something. In my sleep.”

 

“Oh?” Masao returned to gazing at the fire. “Anything specific?”

 

Only the loss of my virginity. “I don't know if it was an actual memory, though,” she said neutrally. “It could just be a dream.”

 

“You could tell me what it was, and I could help you decide if it was real or not.”

 

Her face went bright red. He lifted an eyebrow at her. “Were you having perverted dreams?” he whispered, giving her a teasing grin.

 

The silver-haired hanyou flopped back down in her sleeping bag and turned her back to him, her ears flat against her skull. “I'm going back to sleep,” she muttered.

 

His amused chuckle reached her ears, despite her having covered her head with her blanket to hide her mortification.