I've been a fan of Inuyasha for years and I've never written a single piece of fanfiction for it... I fail so terribly. So, since I just love these two so much and wanted to do a small drabble, I decided to go ahead and try it.
Disclaimer: ...for some reason I don't think I've ever wanted to own this one... and it's a good thing I don't, too.
Warnings: Bad attempts at dull humor? Not beta'd?
Please enjoy.
Kissu?
There are some moments in your life that you don't want to relive, even if it got you that year supply of ramen you'd always wanted, but never received because of unfortunate circumstances in which a health-nutty friend thought that that particular choice of food was as unhealthy as it got. But digressing from that one thought, you'd never want to have to go through some things in life even if it would fulfill your greatest desires. Never.
That was where Inuyasha's thoughts had trailed in the past ten seconds—possibly the worst moments in his entire, pitiful life. He couldn't pinpoint the feelings either, but he was mostly going on acting through with the strongest of the bunch; hate and embarrassment.
The worst moment in Inuyasha's life was when his lips were forced to merge with someone he detested with almost every fabric of his being. He wanted to do everything he possibly could the next few seconds—yell, thrash, hit, smack, punch, scream, moan and groan—but he just couldn't seem to get his body to move. He was sure he was paralyzed by sheer disgust. This person—this bastard was—
—Kouga.
Oh, he wanted to maul the little wolf-bitch. But as he had thought, he was paralyzed by the amount of grotesque thoughts he was having. Most of them going to absurd daydreams of the ugly mutt throwing him onto the table and doing other absurd things to him—most of them deriving from some bad porn he'd found in Sango's secret stash she kept hidden in one of her 'weapon's boxes.
He blinked once, and then twice for good measure. As much as he hated to see Kouga's ugly mug, he just couldn't find the strength to do all the things he wanted to do at that very moment. All he could do was stare rather awkwardly as Kouga stared right back, eyes round as saucers. He only vaguely realized that the tail that had been waving in excitement before was now reduced to being stock still and quivering behind him as they both remained there. What the hell was wrong with both of them, he wasn't sure.
They'd both been yelling at each other, and that was it. Another fight gone terribly wrong but in a completely different way. Somehow they'd both gone to sitting upright to get in each other's faces, hands smacked down onto the low-risen table to get better leverage, and then Kouga had started blabbering on how happy he could make Kagome—silly gibberish was what it was—and when Inuyasha made a move to punch the bastard, he'd miscalculated his own balance and slipped.
This was why he was now lip-locked with the bastard.
The staring went on, and time monotonously stopped.
The sound of a door opening was heard, and the next moment was filled with the ear-piercing screech of Kagome's startled yell.
Sango and Miroku had also come back from their friendly chat with Kagome, their heads peeking into the doorway, trying to see past her stiff body.
Sango giggled. Miroku gaped. And Kagome continued to yell at them.
Predictably, both Kouga and Inuyasha wanted to die.
Ahem. Yes, I would love to hear what you think :D