Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, and I'm not making any money off of writing this. Inuyasha is owned by Rumiko Takahashi and respective parties.
This story is rated M for a reason. Violence, language, citrus, etc will all be part of this story. If anything particularly graphic will occur in a chapter, I will be sure to disclaim it at the beginning.
That being said, this is my first fanfiction, and I greatly appreciate any and all feedback. My updates will be at random, but I will not abandon this story no matter how much time goes by. I also do not have a beta reader, so I apologize for any small grammar issues you may find. Also, please note that I have aged Kagome up to 17 since there will be a lot of lemons and citrus throughout.
Please enjoy (and review)!
Wilderlove
Kagome Higurashi was your average high school girl, well – aside from her good looks and her strange family lineage. It's not often you see someone living in a shrine these days in the heart of Tokyo, especially someone who looks like that.
The boys in gym class all sat on the grass at the edge of the track, watching the girls do laps during their break. They dab at the sweat beading on their foreheads or run their hands through their hair, secretly shielding their faces from the girls' as they gaze at those feminine curves.
Kagome Higurashi. Age 17. Easily the most talked about girl in school.
Maybe it was the way her toned thighs brushed against each other with every lunge she took, or how her supple chest heaved as she gasped from shortness of breath. Or maybe it was the way her face flushed from exertion, moist lips and rosy cheeks filling the boys' every fantasy.
Whatever it was that Kagome had, it made her irresistible.
"Kagome!" Eri called to her friend, coming to a stop with a huff.
Ayumi was holding her side, a wince on her face as her muscles began to cramp. "Jeez Kagome, that must be a new record for you."
"Yeah, you gotta tell us your secret," Yuka panted.
Kagome rolled her weight to one leg, resting a hand on her hip. "You guys seemed to keep up just fine," she said. She could still feel her heart racing in her chest, ribs taught as she steadied her breath.
The three girls looked at each other and laughed in between wheezing gasps for air.
"You sure had us beat, Kagome," Eri argued.
"Yeah, seriously," Yuka scoffed.
"I dunno," Kagome supposed, trotting over to the bench that held their folded towels, "I just really enjoy it – running, I mean."
"Well, you're really good at it, too," Ayumi muttered. The girls agreed.
Kagome rubbed the back of her neck, rolling her head and shoulders to loosen the tense muscles. She lifted her arms above her head, savoring the feeling of her full-body stretch as she reached for the afternoon sky. Her lithe body glistened with sweat in the summer sun, as though that gentle dew of perspiration caught the shimmer of a rainbow – like a crystal or a stunning jewel. She basked in the warmth that the sun offered her, enjoying its embrace on her exposed skin despite the blood rushing through her veins.
"Oh look," Yuka pointed, "it's Hojo. I wonder what he wants?" She cast a sly look to Kagome, who was bent down in a limber stretch to her toes.
"Hiya girls!" Hojo called, waving a hand as he jogged to a stop in front of them. He flashed his customary grin, eyes twinkling just as much as his aura seemed to be.
"Hi, Hojo," Kagome said, craning her neck to give him a warm smile. She liked Hojo; he was a good guy, different from the rest. But…
'Oh, I don't know. It just doesn't seem right…' Kagome thought. He was nice, sure, but he just didn't get her heart racing. 'Not like running.'
Hojo blushed. He tried his hardest not to look at Kagome's shapely rear as she arched her back to look at him, but it was hard to keep his eyes anywhere except on her.
Eri giggled, noticing where the supposedly 'nice guy' Hojo's gaze fell.
"So, Kagome…" he began nervously, "there's this new movie that came out. One of those romantic comedies, and uh… I've – I've heard it's really good. I'd like to go see it."
Kagome arched an eyebrow, her crystal blue eyes lit with mild confusion and a trace of amusement.
"Oh!" Hojo stuttered. "With you, I mean. I want to go with you."
Understanding dawned on Kagome. Hojo was trying to ask her out. She forced a smile to hide the grimace forming on her delicate lips.
Hojo took this as a good sign and continued. "I know girls like this sort of thing, right? Romantic comedies. I've heard it's great from my little sister! It's called Feudal Love; I think it's about a miko and a demon that fall in love. Sounds sort of grim to me for a romantic comedy, but who knows! It could be good, right?"
"Demon, huh?" Yuka thought aloud. "Must be one hunk of a demon to tempt a miko."
"Ew, Yuka, you're such a pervert!" Ayumi shouted, catching the attention of classmates around them.
Yuka shrugged. "I mean, it's true! Aren't mikos supposed to be pure and all that mumbo-jumbo? Demons are the exact opposite!"
"Yeah," Eri added, "When I think 'demon,' I think of a sexy as sin prince who wants to escort lovely maidens to hell in order to claim their soul."
They all looked at Eri, Hojo in particular feeling quite uncomfortable. He'd never understand girls' ways of thinking.
"What kind of fantasy romance novel did you steal that one from, Eri?" Yuka laughed. Eri smirked.
Kagome, meanwhile, had felt an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia cascade over her, sending her into a trance of strange déjà vu.
"It was probably one of those American movies Eri loves so much," Ayumi giggled.
Yuka grinned as Eri huffed to herself. Clasping her hands together in an over-exaggerated swoon, Yuka teased, "Let me guess: he was tall and tanned with blue eyes and blonde hair."
'Blue eyes…' Kagome thought. A topaz gaze flitted across her vision, sending her into a whirlwind of confusion. 'Those eyes… so intense…' She shivered.
Barely audible, Kagome whispered, "He had black hair."
"Uh, Kagome?" Yuka waved in front of her friend's face, noticing how spaced out Kagome looked.
Kagome blinked, snapping out of her daydream. She noticed everyone staring at her expectantly.
"Ah, sorry," Kagome apologized, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. "I'm not feeling too good. I think I'm going to go to the nurse and head home early."
Hojo was at her side in an instant, babying her arm in his grasp as he motioned for her to start walking to the infirmary. "Oh, Kagome. I knew you pushed yourself too hard! Your face was so red, like a tomato! I'd never seen anything like it."
Kagome smirked, not liking the analogy. "Well, I'm haafu." She tugged her arm away from him, walking towards the doors that go inside.
"We told you it was a new record!" Eri called after Kagome. She was glad that the attention was off of her, but she watched her friend go with concern. Once she saw Kagome enter the school, she turned to Hojo. "Man, you really screwed up."
"Yeah, Hojo," Yuka added, crossing her arms, "big time. I haven't seen her that hot and bothered in ages. The last time she was this upset was when her kid brother hid all her shoes and she ended up late for a test."
"W- What did I do?" Hojo blinked owlishly.
Eri shrugged. "Try talking to her, and maybe she'll tell you."
The girls all knew it had to do with Kagome's deceased father, but they all knew better than to talk about it. Gossip girls though they were, they had some loyalty where their friends were concerned.
Hojo continued to stare at them questioningly, his eyebrows knit with deep concern.
Ayumi patted Hojo on the back sympathetically. "Good luck. She's really quite stubborn. Maybe you should get her a 'get well' gift to make her feel better."
Hojo nodded. He had no idea how it happened or what he did to offend Kagome thus, but he would go above and beyond to fix his blunder. Kagome was the girl of his dreams, after all; the moment he first laid eyes on her, a feeling of gratitude and devotion filled him so completely and so unexpectedly, that he found himself deeply in love with her… as if he always had been and always would be. For five hundred years.
"Yeah," Hojo said a little wistfully, "I think I'll go do that."
Updated: December 29, 2018