Damn, Inuyasha thought frantically, whipping around, a brilliant red blush staining his cheeks.
Was that woman trying to kill him?
Kagome—the torturer in question—however, sat completely oblivious to his torment, laying flat on her stomach on the forest floor, her legs bent and swinging in the air.
Didn't she realize just how short that skirt actually was?
Well, obviously not, since she didn't seem to notice that with every swing of her leg her skirt rose and fell, rose and fell, showing off her abnormally long legs with each sway.
It was driving him crazy.
He hadn't really noticed it before; there was the destruction of Naraku, the need to see Kikyou live, and the desire to rid the world of the Shikon Jewel, so he never paid attention to the fact that that girl's skirt must somehow be illegal.
Damn, and he thought Naraku was an ordeal.
It's not that it really bothered him that much. What bothered him was that he couldn't ogle her for hours on end, or truly appreciate the view without being told to "SIT!" or be able to run his hands on those legs…
He shook his head, a gesture that very much resembled a dog. Bad dog, he thought weakly to himself, attempting to wake himself up through his own mockery. Nothing worked, so he dug his claws into the dirt and started to count backwards from infinity.
"Inuyasha," Kagome called sweetly.
He grit his teeth but managed to call out in a mostly normal voice, "What is it?" But it sounded a bit husky, even to his ears.
"You okay?" She asked innocently.
"Fine," he ground out.
"Really?" She asked doubtfully, and he could hear her get up and sit next to him. "It doesn't look fine."
He eyed her long legs stretched out in front of her temptingly. He both cursed and thanked Shippo for being at his demon training school, and Miroku and Sango for being somewhere making out—or worse—because it meant they well all alone, save Kirara. There were so many possibilities…
"Hey, what's bothering you? You're staring into space."
He snorted. So oblivious. She didn't even know that she was driving him beyond insane!
"Nothing, nothing's bothering me. Just leave me alone," he said it in his usual gruff voice, but Kagome just smiled at him. She scooted closer to him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. Those legs were nearly pressed against his…
"Mister Grumpy-Pants," she called him lightly, tightening her grip slightly in what was supposed to be a comforting way. He didn't feel too comforted. "What would you do without me?" She joked.
Retain my good sense, he thought dryly, too busy staring at her legs.
"I wonder where Miroku and Sango go," she wondered aloud. "They should be back from gathering firewood now." She giggled quietly. "Never mind, I think I know the answer to that."
"Keh. And they still think it's a secret," Inuyasha grumbled while mustering up a small smile.
Kagome laughed once, the edges of her eyes crinkling as she closed them, before resting her head on his shoulder. He stiffened and blushed, before wrapping a single arm around her waist.
"Hey," she said after a moment. "Will you do something for me?"
He made a noise that could be the Inuyasha equivalent to a "yes."
"Stop staring," she said bluntly.
He made a surprised noise, and was about to protest, but she put a finger over his lips.
"I mean, if you want to, you can touch me, you know."
—8/29/11 10:52 AM