a/n: This chapter of Dirty Dog in Tokyo is dedicated to Kagome357, an avid lover of this series (and a damn fine writer). Her special day is once more upon us and I offer this in celebration of the momentous moment of her first breath taken. The world was blessed that day, my friend. :)
Step Seven: Sometimes interruptions can be used for the betterment of a situation.
Dirty Dog In Tokyo
Chapter Seven: A Good Intrusion
"Keh," huffed the hanyou as he landed roughly in the clearing that housed the well. He gave the air a sniff, scrunching up his nose as the scent of his brother wafted his way mixed with that of Kagome. Both scents were old, though…
What in the hell had Sesshoumaru been doing here with Kagome?
Deciding the girl, herself, could answer that, Inuyasha jumped up onto the lip of the well. Kagome had been gone almost two weeks now—two impossibly long weeks—and he'd have come after her sooner if that fucking Naraku hadn't decided to make a showing. And where was his illustrious brother when the spider hanyou actually made an appearance? Gone. Just like Kagome.
Something's not sittin' right, Inuyasha thought as he jumped down into the darkness.
*DD*
Some part of him had always disliked coming back—or was it forward?—to Kagome's time. The air felt off and the stench took some getting use to. And this time was no exception as the hanyou landed lightly at the bottom of the well in her era. He jumped up to the surface, landing lightly on the cold floor and prepared himself for opening the doors to the well house. That first breath was always a dozy.
Deciding to get the first sniff over with, Inuyasha marched up the steps and threw open the doors. "Fuck!" he yelled as he was suddenly assaulted by something so atrocious smelling he couldn't define it.
Raising the sleeve of his haori to cover his nose, he actually stumbled backwards but the thick black smoke choking the air followed him. Eyes watering, he coughed as he lowered his stance to try and escape the rising plague. "Inuyasha!" he barely made out over the sound of his hacking.
He quickly located the source of his called name and spotted Kagome's little brother running his way, a grin spread across Souta's face as he charged through the smoke with no sign of showing any affects from it. Lucky humans and their poor sense of smell…"You're here!"
Inuyasha kinda like the runt—even though Souta wouldn't last two seconds in a fight. "What in the hell is going on?" Inuyasha asked the boy as he backed further into the well house. The farther he was from the doors the less the smell of the strange smoke affected his nose and eyes. "Jiji's purifying the shrine," Souta answered with a nimble shrug of his young shoulders. "Kagome's not here right now. Want some ramen?"
At the mention of ramen, something he had been without while Kagome had been merrily prancing around in her time, his stomach gave a rumble of pleasure. "Yeah," Inuyasha answered, giving the doors to the well house and the thick black smoke an abusive look.
Oh the things he did for food…and Kagome.
Charging through the doors, Inuyasha streaked towards Kagome's house, leaving Souta to fend for himself. Once standing safely by the entrance to her home, he was able to look back and see where her grandfather was smoldering the noxious purification concoction before the God Tree. It would be his luck that the winds were carrying the odorous smoke straight towards where he had been. Sniffing, Inuyasha cursed to himself when he realized that his senses had been distorted by whatever it was. Giving a shrug of his shoulders—as there was little in this time that he wasn't prepared for now or that could actually hurt him—he followed Souta inside when the young boy finally caught up to him. "So where is Kagome?" he asked.
*DD*
Kagome gritted her teeth together and folded her arms across her chest in a true feminine example of outrage as she eyed the daiyoukai striding towards her. She stopped and waited for him to arrive, ignoring the attractive sway of his body as he walked. Really. The daiyoukai looked good in modern clothing… BUT! she told herself as her mind suddenly decided to take traitorous pathways. I am pissed at him.
Being angry with Sesshoumaru wasn't something new, either, but it hadn't been this type of anger. No. The daiyoukai had really, really overstepped himself this time. "Kagome," Sesshoumaru greeted with a slight bowing of his head in a show of respect.
Her anger waned…just a little. Apparently the time Sesshoumaru had been spending with her grandfather had not been entirely wasteful as the daiyoukai had upped his game and wasn't being quite so lustfully crude in his attentions. Then she was reminded of why she was angry with him as she adjusted her bag and her latest gifts from Hojo rattled around inside. "You want to tell me what you said to Hojo, Sesshoumaru?"
Sesshoumaru arched a brow at her question, admiring the fire in her eyes. When the female was pissed she was entirely too fuckable. Angry, panting breaths made her young, nubile hand-warmers rise and fall in the most fascinating way and he had to fight with himself to keep his eyes on her face.
He debated, while the miko glared daggers at him, on whether or not to own up to his actions. After all, the young pup had been intruding into territory that was rightfully his and he, also, was still Sesshoumaru and Sesshoumaru explained his actions to no one. Of course, as he was slowly learning, working towards his satisfaction where this particular female was involved meant stepping outside his usual lines of functioning. It might not hurt to be a bit more open with her about things outside of rutting…but in a restrained way—as her grandfather had cautioned. "This one merely informed the lustful cretin that your cave of harmony belonged to me."
Kagome's mouth fell open in embarrassed outrage. She should have known something like that had happened—dogs were entirely territorial after all and Sesshoumaru had in mind that he owned her (at least where carnal pleasures were involved)—but really. Hojo a lustful cretin? If she hadn't been pissed as hell now, she might have laughed.
Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, she let it drop to the ground, heedless of whatever damage the items within might incur. Zipping open the top, she found some satisfaction when the daiyoukai backed up slightly as the smells from within escaped. "And why," Kagome asked, trying to restrain herself from making too much of a public scene, "Would Hojo have seen fit to give me these before running away from me at school this morning?"
Sesshoumaru, recovered from being assaulted by the odors opening her backpack had unleashed, glanced downwards at where the miko was crouched. Ignoring the mental images of her naked on her hands and knees in front of him as he pounded his cranny hunter into her moist depths, he studied what she was pulling out instead. Hn, he thought with an internal laugh that was entirely wicked. The bag of flesh is stupider than I had thought possible.
Kagome set aside the long strands of garlic that had been the source of her growing anger all day (as everyone stared at her when she opened her bag and the smell of them filled the air) and then fetched the bottle marked holy water and the large Christian cross Hojo had also given her out. She held them in her hands and glared upwards at the now smirking daiyoukai. "Why does he think there are vampires after me?"
"This one has never pretended to understand the simplistic minds of humans," was Sesshoumaru's only reply.
Kagome angrily shoved everything back inside her bag. She just knew Sesshoumaru had done some growling or fang flashing at the naive boy and that, coupled with the movie they'd just been to, had fired up Hojo's imagination. But vampires? To her the existence of youkai was a more plausible explanation—but then she was kind of biased there, too, as she knew youkai really did exist.
Zipping her bag shut and cutting off the annoying smell of garlic that had hung around her like a cloud all day, Kagome straightened and glared at the daiyoukai. She raised her hand, pointing her finger at him, and resisted the urge to poke him in the chest with every word she spoke. "Stay. Away. From. My. Friends."
"This one is merely protecting that which is mine," he loftily replied, moving forward so that her finger was pressed against his chest. His hand rose, easily managing to uncurl her fingers and press them over his heart. Underneath the fabric of the shirt he wore, Kagome could feel his heart beating slow and steady. "And he reeked of human rutting pheromones."
"I have enough trouble with Jiji making up excuses for my absences," Kagome continued, fighting to ignore the draw of his muscular chest, "Without my friends getting other ideas."
"Then keep the pup at bay and we shall have nothing more to say to one another." His hand not holding hers against him snaked out to wrap around her waist. He pulled her flush against his body, groaning softly. "Or you might appease this one's sense of standing by allowing me to engage in some muff barking. My tongue hungers for a taste of your screw hole."
"Gah!" Kagome screamed out in frustration. Apparently he needed to spend more time with her grandfather—though he had lasted longer than any of their previous encounters before spouting his profane names.
She pulled herself away, surprised when the daiyoukai allowed her retreat. "Just shut up, Sesshoumaru!" she yelled before marching around him and heading for home. What she really wanted now was a bath. Yes. A nice long soothing bath…
Sesshoumaru smirked at her retreating form, admiring the sway of her ass in that most delightful school uniform. He had not missed the way she had responded to his physical advances and even his words (though eventually pissing her off again) had made her heartbeat increase. He was wearing down her defenses…finally.
Ah, my little miko. Fort bushy shall soon be conquered by this one's helmeted soldier…
He would give her some time to cool down before he continued though…
*DD*
Her anger not dissipating—only seeming to grow—Kagome stormed up the steps to the shrine. She fell into hacking coughs as she was choked by thick black smoke at the top of the steps and quickly moved out of the flow of it.
Rolling her eyes at her grandfather who was seated before the God tree dressed in his ceremonial robes and chanting, she zipped her lips when her boiling anger wanted her to say something unkind. Even as angry as she was, Kagome wouldn't take it out on those who didn't deserve it. She also didn't have to heart to tell Jiji that his purification spells did nothing but drive people away.
Unzipping her bag as she made her way towards her home and her bath, Kagome removed the garlic. Maybe momma could use it for something, she mused as she kicked her shoes off and went inside. Making her way towards the kitchen where her mother could usually be found, Kagome rounded the corner and came to a stop as she spied the one person she hadn't been thinking of recently. "Inuyasha?"
The hanyou stood, crossing his arms over his chest and giving her a stern look. The stack of empty ramen containers sitting before him toppled over as he did. "Where in the hell have you been, Kagome?"
Before she could even get a word in, Inuyasha was making his way over to her—his intent very clear in the determined set of his shoulders and ears. He was thinking that he was going to drag her back to the other side of the well no matter what.
She wanted a bath first, damn it!
Dropping her bag down from her shoulders to her hands, Kagome was ready to smack him upside his head with it when Inuyasha suddenly took a hasty back step. "Oi!" he shouted, sounding put off. "What in the hell is with this place today? You fucking stink!"
Kagome had forgotten she'd been holding the garlic and that she probably did stink from the mixture of both that and having to walk through her grandfather's purification spell, but that was no excuse for Inuyasha to be so blatantly rude. Between him and his dirty minded brother, she was just about at the end of her rope for the day. And Souta fairly worshiped the hanyou, after all! What kind of example was that for her brother? "Inu…yasha," she ground out, back to where she'd been emotionally before stumbling upon the sight of him.
Inuyasha's ears laid back at the sound of her saying his name and he wisely retreated, placing Souta in between himself and Kagome. "Stay," she hissed, glad when he reacted as if she'd used the sit command.
Dropping her bag where it was, Kagome marched upstairs to take her bath.
*DD*
Sesshoumaru flew over the noxious fumes and landed safely beyond their reach. A quick scan of the area revealed nothing amiss…though there was a scent in the air that might be slightly displeasing. How long had the miko been here now? He knew that his hanyou brother was impatiently rash. Had the whelp come back through the well already?
Scowling at the possible intrusion, Sesshoumaru made a quick leap up to the miko's window. He popped it open easily and slipped inside.
He'd been there maybe a minute or two, waiting, when the bedroom door opened and in entered the miko, her hair and body wrapped in a towel. She seemed not to notice him at first, sighing to herself as if she'd cast off a great weight. Sesshoumaru sniffed at her clean scent approvingly and moved to stand behind her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, Sesshoumaru held her still when she nearly jumped out of her fragile human flesh. Appreciative of her barely dressed state, he admired the swell of her breasts that was quite visible above the towel line. "You smell good enough to eat, miko," he cooed into her ear.
"Sesshoumaru!" she gasped, clutching the towel to her tighter. "What are you doing in my bedroom?"
"This one is continuing the hunt," he replied, rolling his groin against her and loving the feel of her plushy backside.
The miko moved forward and Sesshoumaru allowed it if only to see her long, long legs… He was envisioning those legs wrapped securely around him when she turned and pointed one finger towards her window. "Leave, Sesshoumaru."
He raised a brow at her tone and then made a show of sitting down on her bed. That quickly came to an end though when an unmistakable aroma reached his nose. Sesshoumaru stood then, moving himself in between the barely dressed miko and the door to her room just as his half-brother kicked open the door screaming his miko's name at the top of his lungs.
At the sight of him dressed in modern clothing and standing in Kagome's bedroom, the hanyou came to a stuttering stop. His human-like eyes widened to unbelievable proportions as the knuckles wrapped around his sword whitened. Inuyasha looked beyond him to where the miko was standing, cherry red in the face and clutching her towel to her body as if it were a lifeline.
There was a long, long, long moment of heavy silence that descended upon them then. The only sound was that of the miko's heavy panting…
"Well I'll be fucking damned," Inuyasha finally muttered, his eyes still traveling between he and the miko and his stance relaxing somewhat.
Then his little brother did what Sesshoumaru had never conceived of. He simply turned, still muttering to himself and now shaking his head with disbelief, and left.
*DD*
To be continued…
