Hey, just wanted to say hi. Why is the world just moving so fast? No one says hello. It's so sad. And um, enjoy? maybe? maybe not if you hate Adam x Ayame fluff. There are so many OCs because they are convenient to plot. I normally abhor the use of OCs, unless it's convenient and used sparingly. And surprise, not really guest star appearance to make things harder for Ayame! I'm sorry, this is almost a week overdue.

And can the bots stop? I thought people were really reading my shit and that really isn't funny. Its a waste of my time and yours alike.

Adam sat on a small rock, watching the ripples in the water as he sat throwing pebbles into the pond, watching them skip over water until they fell deep into the abyss of the pond. Although it seemed shallow, he was convinced that it was deep. He saw a quivering flash of silver from under the water and frowned at the size of the fish. Usually, a medium-sized catfish would be the biggest fish he had ever seen in the pond.

He allowed his eyes to linger on the fish before he noticed that the fish was actually transparent. It let off a luminescent gleam. He frowned, thinking of the possibilities in this new land he had come to. Japan was like no other, they had demons, magic, and all sorts of things. He had even befriended one, he remembered.

Ayame had been the light of his life ever since he arrived. Normally, he would steer into human villages and just sell some loot as he made off with the cloak of night. Cowardice got one far, but certainly not far enough without being able to have insurance. Ayame was that insurance, and she could be a prize that he would take back home when he amasses enough wealth from the natives. His father would be proud of his exotic and supernatural woman, who was literate and strong. Her charm and grace made his center feel oozy and warm, like some cliche high school boy. He was convinced that their clandestine meeting had caused him to fall illfully in love.

The shimmering fish continued to swim in circles, causing ripples to form in an odd spiral pattern. It looked really aesthetic, and he felt his eyes relax as he stared at the small whirlpool.

Ayame had really felt the same, kissing him like a schoolgirl. He smiled warmly at the thought. They were meant to be for each other. Her mate had no chance of severing their bonds. He wondered why Ayame would want to leave her mate for him anyways. Weren't they truly meant to be, and actually compatible? Had she not ever felt true love in her life; was she incapable of feeling human emotions? He guessed that the wolves were not creatures of love and that he had approached her with a genuine human heart and showed her something she craved. He had always wondered about the wolves, and how strong they were. Hopefully, Ayame's mate would be a weaker wolf. He'd imagine that it'd be easier for them to leave if her mate wasn't strong.

Adam felt a hand on his shoulder drawing him from his thoughts. Expecting Ayame he looked up at the person with narrowed eyes.

"Hello foreigner." a calm voice greeted. A thump sounded against the rock as the seemingly female intruder. He looked to the right to see a beautiful priestess, with long and luscious black hairs. He blushed as he looked at her wet shirt with spilling cleavage. Her areolas were a part pink, and they clung to the fabric like dainty feathers against a cotton pillow. Adam felt himself look over the female and looked down, embarrassed. Unlike Ayame, this was a fully developed woman, who had a body of angels, smells like the heavens, and had the most voluptuous head of finely trimmed hairs he had ever seen on a woman.

"What brings you to Japan?" she questioned.

Her intense glare made him shudder, his eyes wandering the rock he was perched upon. Adam picked up another stone and threw it into the water, heaving a long sigh.

"Just trying to make some money. Nothing special." he sighed.

They sat in silence, him casting the occasional glance over her frame. Adam awkwardly huffed, holding a fistful of stones and misshapen pebbles. He gave her an awkward chuckle as he looked at her with a playful glance, she frowned and pouted back at him, confused. He tossed a handful of stones in the air, each of them perfectly recaught. She saw a lustful yet childish glint in his blue eyes and gave a chaste smile.

"Want to skip some stones?"

When she returns with the same gleeful expression on her face, carrying all sorts of things, he grows anxious. Koga had never seen her so enthusiastic while doing simple daily tasks. He rises to his feet and walks to her, seeing her set aside roots and wrapped foods. He smelt a small bento, fully of yummy meat and some fried vegetables.

Ayame looked at him wistfully, patting the ground beside her.

"Sit." she playfully said, as he rolled his eyes and sat next to her, as she opened the bento, revealing the cooked meal. He could feel his mouth water as he looked at it, and looked back at the female.

Koga looked at her wide smile and narrowed his eyes. Just what was her game? Nothing made her this happy, nothing good anyway.

Ayame gave him a tight-lipped smile as she raised a big piece of meat to his lips. Prodding against his mouth, he opened to intake the larger substance. The gushy meat melted in his mouth instantly. He felt the charred bits of the meat hit the back of his throat, somehow perfectly balancing the texture. It was delicious.

"I got it from Madoka-san! I'm sure you've met her." she laughed. "She's a really good cook."

He remembered Madoka, she was one of his go-to she-wolves when he felt like being with a woman. Her gentle personality allowed him to relax, and not to be tense like he was with Ayame.

Koga nodded, not saying anything as she gave a funny look and put a clump of seasoned rice in her mouth. He hadn't seen her this happy ever since she was a pup, and he made that ridiculous promise. Fulfilling a promise made to a brat over 15 years ago wasn't in his best interests.

He saw an awfully brazen look in her eyes as she put the bento on his lap and began picking up the other materials. He couldn't tell if she still hated him or if she was trying to genuinely be his wife.

"Eat Koga, I'm going to put all of this away then go out and get a few things from the market."

He watched her prance inside the cave as he takes another shovelful of the bento in his mouth. His brow creased, thinking of why she would want to go there so much. She had just returned from the market, and he couldn't imagine that she had forgotten anything. Nor would he believe that Ayame would want to simply go and buy a few other things, at this time of day.

He saw her comb her hair and take a new set of silver furs from a box she neatly packed away. He had never seen her prepare for anything in this way, not even on the evening of his arrival. When he arrived, she was half asleep and just ate food as she went back to her cave, completely ignoring his very existence.

He heard her hum as she tied her new favorite accessory, the dreaded red ribbon, around her neck. She put on some strong perfume and a bit of lotion. Wherever she was going dressed up like that, he was almost sure it wasn't the market. He began to think of where she'd be going, who she was seeing. Just who would make her dress up like that? Especially who did she deem more deserving of her love than him?

He has thought he was her world. All she ever saw was him and forever just him. What changed this? First, she stopped seeking him out two years ago, and then she didn't care anymore. He did all he thought he could do that would gain at least her attention, but absolutely nothing seemed to get her. First, the human, and now her new surprise suitor.

It pained him to think of just who it was. It could be Hinata, Ryuusuke, Ginta, Haku, or even the western lord himself. He growled because if it was Sesshomaru, he had little chance of getting her back. He had to know who it was.

"Ayame!" he called. "You're not going back to the market tonight. It's late and we should rest up. Tomorrow, we pack for our travel back home."

Ayame grimaced at him, green orbs turning into a sharp cat-like iris. She looked at him with a mean glare.

"Then why don't you go to Madoka's cave for a good rest? I bet she would love to have you over. Or maybe Nami, Megumi, or even Karin."

"Ayame-"

"Look, I'm not going to listen to an asshole like you. Koga, I'm done trying for you. I'm done with even liking you. Go do whatever. I don't care."

"Don't-"

"I don't give a flying fuck Koga. I've had it. You can go and do whatever you want. We will never happen. ever."

"Ayame, I'm not going to sleep anywhere else. This is my cave."

"Then have fun in your cave, I'll just leave."

Ayame began to pick up her things as Koga glared at her, daring her to actually leave. She snorted at him, glaring at his prominent frown. He growled, her disobedience was swift. Although other females did disobey him, he mostly brushed it off, but never did he expect Ayame to snarl at him. His mate, his luna.

"Put your things down," he commanded. "You aren't leaving tonight."

"I don't take orders from mutts like you." she snarled. "If you need me, I'll be in Grandfather's cave."

Koga stood up and trudged his way to the moving female. Pulling her strapped luggage off her back, he threw it on the ground and then pushed her back. Ayame rolled her eyes and huffed. She reached for her things again. Koga put his foot on the sack.

"You aren't going anywhere tonight." he reprimanded. "Put your shit back in the cave and get ready for bed."

Deadly glossed over eyes looked at Ayame with little feeling. His gaze caught on her neck, his hand reached for the ribbon, untying it and stuffing it into a pocket. Ayame reached for the ribbon, angry that he would dare take something so important from her.

"Give it back!" she screams. "I need it!"

Koga stared at her, his eyes blank and his scowl firm. What was so important about the ribbon? And why did she always cover the mark? Did she not want other males to know that they were mates? Was she trying to go and woo some other wolves? He grew angry, clenching her smaller wrist with his larger hand. Did she think it was ok, for her to seek another male?

Ayame thrashed in his hold, her eyes wild and dangerous. He had never seen her so angry, and over a thing like a feather.

"Give it back Koga!" she snarled. "Why the hell do you care?"

"You are my mate. You will not neglect your duty as my Luna." he growled. "Now obey."

Defiant green eyes narrowed and she dropped her things on the ground, and snapped her eyes shut as she took a deep breath. Ayame looked up, and huffed again.

"I'm not going to be your Luna." she declared. "I'd much rather be mated to anyone else."

"Do I care? Now get back inside the cave. I'm not going to repeat myself.

Blue clashed with green as they stood in the evening chill, their tension keeping them heated. Koga looks at the petite woman, distraught. Ayame stares at him, hating him. Koga hastily reaches for the red fabric in his pocket. He holds it out, and then a dreadful ripping noise is made. Ayame is crying, reaching for the pieces. He pulls a handful of her hair, causing her to stumble to her feet.

"Don't think we're done here." he snarled.

Ayame is laying down in the cave, watching the moon in the sky. She feels Koga clutching her in his sleep, she shifts, uncomfortable with their position. She moves, and he holds on tighter. She knows he's awake enough to see if she'll move. he wants her to. He wants her to mess up. He wants her to get up and try to run to her lover. He dares her to continue her defiance. Not after the beating she received.

Hot breath rests on her neck, and she shudders. A sniffle leaves her, tears fall from her eyes as she lets a small cry leave her. Koga grunts in his sleep, and she turns silent. Pale legs are intertwined with tanned legs, on a pelt in the warm summer haze. The crickets chirp and the silence of the forest is all she can hear. Ayame feels her spine crawl as Koga gets closer, his claws stretching her flesh. His fangs settle against the heated skin, her anxiety rising.

Suddenly, like a toddler sliding a block into a hole, it fits perfectly. His jagged thorns fin solace in her wounds. It begins to lose feeling, and then he slides them out. He's asleep and still holding onto her for dear life. His fingers begin to slip as he turns and tosses in his sleep. At one point, Ayame finds herself completely detached, her isolation is blissful. Ayame's eyes dart to her things as she takes a second to think.

She crawls across the cave floor, trying her best not to alert her sleeping ex-crush. Ayame slowly stands to her feet as she begins to gather her things. She allows herself to breathe heavily, seeing how deeply he snored. She couldn't afford to bungle up the attempt. Adam had already waited two nights. There would be no room for error.

Ayame looks over his body, wondering how easily he could sleep next to her. He had laid with numerous women before her, and had no shame. Ayame remembers her goal and behind her way out of the area, hiding in the tall trees as she made her way to Adam's caravan, hopefully, he would be ready.

And yeah, I'll update before the month ends. but ooh, any guesses as to where the plots going?