A DISCLOSURE STATEMENT: This author has no financial or non-financial relation nor do they possess any right to "Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale" franchise. Full ownership of all characters is the sole intellectual property of Rumiko Takahashi.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I shit you not some of this happened to me as a child but fuck that teacher I'm a lawyer now so she can kiss my ass. Much to my horror, I've learned recently that she's a guidance counselor now. I'll see you in hell Ms. Edge. I'll see you in hell.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My bad for two in a row. Didn't realize it was the same requester until after I'd written it. My bad. My bad.

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superpixie42


"Hello listeners! I'm your host kstewdeux. Our next request is from superpixie42. Your song request for strip poker."

Thank you sweet baby Jesus this was nearly over. Morbidly she considered the fact that she was technically winning. Alright, alright that was a lie. She was dangerously close to losing it all but little did they know, she still had an ace up her sleeve.

"Oh for fucks sake give me that," an exasperated male voice interrupted her thoughts, "You've played card games before. How the hell do you not know how to shuffle?!"

"I'm not the one who decided we take turns," a pretty chocolate haired woman clipped back as she clumsily handed over the cards. Kagome had to bite back a smile. Of course Sango was having difficulty playing cards. Despite her best efforts, the poor girl could not bluff to save her life and as a result was down to her underwear courtesy of Miroku. To her credit, she'd somehow figured out how to smush her arms against her exposed chest in such a way that very little could be seen and her chair was pulled so far forward a red line had formed on the skin being constantly rubbed against the wooden tabletop. The result being, of course, that she was attempting to shuffle cards with unnaturally folded arms in the middle of the air which was both comical and sad.

The boys were having no problems with their lack of clothing. In fact the most perverted of their group had taken to standing in an undershirt and his underwear a little too close for comfort so that his - ahem - private area was nearly the same height as the utterly mortified naturally prudish woman he'd had a crush on since middle school. Inuyasha was down to his shorts but didn't seem to care. Well that wasn't quite true. He seemed rather disappointed.

For the life of her, Kagome couldn't remember how their strange clique had formed. At first it had just been her. Then one day - this she remembered perfectly- she saw a little boy watching the other children play despondently. The little red dodgeball clutched in his trembling hands. He was a little strange and a little too hyper, impulsive and prone to outbursts to make friends. The result being that none of the children wanted to play with him and the braver ones treated him like dirt. They ganged up on him to such a degree that it made all the 'good' children withdraw into themselves and tried to make themselves as small and unnoticeable as possible.

Teachers too were unusually cruel to him and completely ignored the vicious bullying. It was almost like they thought he deserved it for being different. The home room teacher often sending him to the box of veritable shame for no apparent reason the moment he stepped through the door in the morning. A small four by four makeshift isolation chamber made from dismally grey room dividers that somehow deemed fitting for hyper children who disrupted class. A torture chamber of sorts. Kagome had first noticed him when his mother timidly came into class holding his hand and the teacher had said she'd forgotten he was even in her class. It struck her as odd and next thing they knew the vice principal was sitting in their classroom every single day.

She'd come to learn that he was the way he was because his father had died when he was young chasing him into a street and his brother beat him mercilessly because he blamed him for their father's death. His mom was too timid to do anything about it so it wasn't uncommon for him to come to school in long sleeves and jeans even in the sweltering heat of late summer. He'd been distrustful of the popular well liked little girl who seemed to adopt him. At first anyway. But as time passed he'd grown in confidence and his previous behavior problems lessened more and more. Not to say they didn't argue about every little thing but they never stayed mad for long.

It wasn't until middle school that a fight she barely remembered broke out. Something about the weird kid in class looking at someone funny and then prepubescent hormones kicked in and well...

A transfer student randomly tried to break it up. Blaming the weird kid until she'd intervened and called the bully out. The new boy liked her spirit a little too much but by that time Inuyasha had become fiercely protective of his best friend and Miroku had learned not to go there pretty quickly. It was strange but their duo became a trio and they soon did everything together.

And then high school came and with it came Sango. Someone stole her backpack from out of her locker and blamed Inuyasha - again just throw blame on the weird kid. One vicious confrontation later and now they were four.

College arrived. They went together as they had always done. Each pursuing their own majors but always making time for each other. Which very, very unfortunately had led to this moment.

Kagome had never played strip poker before. Hell, she'd never played poker. They played Gin Rummy. They'd played Egyptian Ratscrew. They'd played Speed. But then Inuyasha had proposed strip poker and for god knows what reason they'd all agreed. Now she sat in only her pajama shirt, bra and panties because everyone else has played this game before. She blamed Jose Cuervo. It was not her friend.

But somehow despite her lack of experience she wore the most clothes and everyone seemed dumbfounded how she'd managed this lucky streak. Inuyasha, for whatever reason, seemed to become more and more annoyed with every round. Especially when she kept taking clothes off of someone other than him.

Inuyasha narrowed his eyes at her when he slipped her the cards. Snorting at his strange behavior, she picked them up and groaned. A pair of threes. Of course. This was doomed to fail and judging by Inuyasha's face she knew her shirt would be the next thing to go. He'd been using every victory to strip her much to her chagrin. Cocky bastard.

Her hands shook as she tossed a few chips into the center of the table. Inuyasha's somewhat sadistic grin grew. Miroku groaned and took a deep swig of his beer while Sango glanced at him nervously. Kagome hummed and took that as a sign to add a few more chips into the pot.

"Feeling confident are you?" Inuyasha teased as he matched her bet and then some. His amber eyes holding a strange gleam to them.

"Maybe," she replied neutrally. The round ended quickly as did the next and the next and soon everyone else was forced to shimmy out of the last of their clothes. Which were quickly put back on when Sango announced she was done, began crying drunkenly and scurried to the bathroom clamping her arms against her chest.

A small, teeny tiny piece of Kagome felt bad she was the only one not naked. The rest of her was utterly mortified when Inuyasha seemed to take his time putting on his underwear and pants dead last while she dutifully avoided looking at his exposed dick.

Sure enough though he eventually seemed to start feeling self conscious and soon he was dressed. Coming up to her with a somewhat disappointed look on his face.

"You didn't have fun," he accused and she let out a bemused sigh.

"It was just weird is all," she admitted, "And not fair. Guys don't have much to be embarrassed about."

He shrugged and realization hit her.

"You wanted to see me naked," she gasped as she gave him an affronted look. For the first time ever a deep blush suddenly appeared on his cheek before he began spluttering half-hearted denials.

"Hey I didn't take off your shirt though," he finally huffed before adding somewhat nervously, "I didn't want him to see you. A thank you would be appreciated."

With a laugh, she thanked him and gave him a hug before quickly releasing him and taking a step back.

"Kagome, whats in your shirt?" he asked suspiciously. Without so much as a warning, his hand slid under the soft jersey material taking care to drag his fingertips across her skin before reaching his destination and removing four playing cards.

"I couldn't really hide them up my sleeve," Kagome mumbled as the feel of his hand grazing her breast burned itself into her mind, "So I tucked them into my bra."

He gaped at her for a moment before he grabbed her hand and drug her into the kitchen.

"You cheated," he accused looking so disappointed and yet so proud.

"Well..." she began and a strange look came over his face.

"You knew I wouldn't take your shirt off," he continued leadingly and she gave him a guilty smile.

"Not when Miroku was there," she admitted and the strange look in his eyes intensified.

"What am I going to do with you?" he finally sighed but he advanced until she was pressed up against the wall. His hips awkwardly cradling hers as his face moved so close their noses were touching.

"Inuyasha get off," she replied before moaning against her will as he gently rocked his hips.

"No," he answered shakily.

"Inu..." she tried to argue but his lips were on hers before she could finish. Her words turning into a needy whimper as his hands cupped her face and the kiss deepened.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered against her lips, "My good girl doing something sneaky like that."

His hips rocked again and a pleased sigh escaped his lips.

"I love you," he admitted softly as he opened his amber eyes and searched her face to gauge her reaction, "You know that right?"

She blinked rapidly as she tried to wrap her mind around this turn of events. He was obviously drunk but the nervousness behind his gaze made it clear he was completely serious.

"But...but it's okay if you don't love me back," he swallowed thickly as he began to retreat. For a moment, Kagome was stunned stupid before she furrowed her brow and realized that yes, she knew that. They did everything together. Telegraphing silent unspoken I love yous for years now. The realization she loved him too hit her hard.

"What about me cheating set this off?" she asked in disbelief and his nervous, slightly heartbroken look only increased.

"I dunno," he admitted as he averted his eyes, "You kept picking me. I thought...and then you were hiding those cards. A part of me thought you did it because...it just felt...you know what? Forget I said anything. I didn't mean it alright? I didn't..."

Kagome tugged on his hand pulling him back against her and gently pressed her lips against his. He moaned into her mouth and soon his confidence was back. Their bodies pressed so tightly against each other it was a wonder they didn't melt into one. Their breath coming out in soft pants, whimpers and moans as they devoured each other.

"I love you too," she finally breathed and he looked like she'd just given him the moon.

As their kisses intensified and they not so discreetly headed towards her bedroom, Kagome was glad she'd tucked those aces up her sleeve.