Author's notes: Thank you all my reviewers! (Just thought I'd say that.)
I've decided that anyone who gives me a long enough review, or asks a good
question will be getting a personal e-mail. For me, It's so much easier
than posting up my review responses since I have limited access to
Microsoft word. So be checking your e-mails, boys and girls!
Oh, by the way, I solemnly refuse to update anymore unless I get 5 reviews for each chapter. That sounds fair, right? This story is long enough to be getting that many, I think. On the first few chapters I let it slide, since the story was new, but now, I've got to put my foot down. (Dude, I sound like my Mom!!! That's a little scary...O_O)
Oookaay peoples, here's chapter 6!
Disclaimer: Inuyasha & Co. aren't here at the moment, but please leave a message after the tone.
*BEEP *
Chapter 6: Adjusting
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In the time they had been in the woods, Inuyasha had set her back on the branch at the bottom of the Goshinboku she'd been sitting on earlier. She was pressed up against its trunk, the bark lightly scratching at her back through her clothes, and they were kissing.
A lot.
Inuyasha felt Kagome begin to return his kiss as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He loved the feeling he got from kisses like this. He'd never get sick of it. She was so sweet, and he loved the taste of her. She was his candy.
Kagome was losing herself. She had that wonderful feeling she got when she kissed him, like her whole body was turning to jelly. She let her tongue explore his mouth, circling his fangs. She ran one of her hands, which had been resting at the back of his neck, run through his long, silver hair, and then let it rest on his back. Then she felt a clawed hand roam up her thigh and press against her hip. ' He sure has gotten confident over the past couple of months,' she thought. A moment later Kagome reluctantly pulled away.
"We'd better stop, or they're going to come looking for us," She said with an apologetic smile as she let her arms rest by her sides again. Inuyasha pouted slightly, "Why you ever talked them in to coming along is beyond me. All they do is stick their noses where they don't belong." Kagome giggled. "Oh, come on," She said, slipping off the branch to stand up, "You know you like them." He crossed his arms and held up his head in one of his famous stubborn poses. "Feh," he muttered, but it didn't sound harsh. Kagome giggled again. "Go ahead and be stubborn if you want, Inu- chan, but it won't work on me. I know you to well," She said cheerfully, calling by the nickname she'd given him. She only said it when they were alone, of course. He'd probably freak out if she said it in public. Sometimes he pretended he was annoyed by it, but it really wasn't so bad. He'd never really had a nickname before. Well, not a nice one anyway.
Kagome took a hold of his hand, pulling him back towards the village, "C'mon, Inuyasha, there's shard hunting to do!" He simply nodded and allowed himself to be led back by the happy girl in front of him.
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Miroku sat on a stump behind the hut. To any passersby, it would seem that he was meditating, but anyone who looked closer would see that he was constantly glancing down at the prayer beads wrapped around his cursed hand, and then back up at the sky, deep in thought.
Kagome and Inuyasha were together. They were going to have a child. Knowing this had a strange effect on him. He couldn't help but envy the hanyou. He knew that Inuyasha had had a much harder life than he himself had. Perhaps he had a curse, and he had lost his Father, but he'd been 14 when it happened, and even then, he'd had friends in his home village to comfort him. Inuyasha told them once he never knew his Father, and his Mother had died when he was very young, and since then he'd been discriminated against by youkai because of the human in him, and humans because of the youkai. Then he'd lost Kikyou, another person to die in his lifetime. Inuyasha definitely deserved a little happiness, and Kagome and their child could bring him that, and heal him of his past. But still...
He looked at his hand again, more closely now, studying the beads there. He wondered, if they didn't defeat Naraku, how much time did he have? He needed an heir to defeat Naraku, and to carry on the family legacy of seeing him defeated, although the thought saddened him. Even if he did have an offspring, he would never live long enough to see it grow. Its mother would be left alone to raise it. That was another fear. That he'd hurt the woman to bear his child. That he might even come to love her, and then have to leave her. That was another reason that he continued to be lecherous. Partly it was to produce a child, partly out of habit, and partly because he thought perhaps if he only fell in love with a woman's body, and not the real her, it wouldn't be quite so hard if he died. Miroku sighed, a real sigh this time, and not the dramatic sigh that was usually followed with a lecherous comment, but a sigh of true despair.
"Houshi-sama?" Sango's familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he quickly replaced the sad expression on his face with his usual calm, serene mask. "Hello, Sango," He said cooly, "What brings you here?"
Oh, by the way, I solemnly refuse to update anymore unless I get 5 reviews for each chapter. That sounds fair, right? This story is long enough to be getting that many, I think. On the first few chapters I let it slide, since the story was new, but now, I've got to put my foot down. (Dude, I sound like my Mom!!! That's a little scary...O_O)
Oookaay peoples, here's chapter 6!
Disclaimer: Inuyasha & Co. aren't here at the moment, but please leave a message after the tone.
*BEEP *
Chapter 6: Adjusting
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In the time they had been in the woods, Inuyasha had set her back on the branch at the bottom of the Goshinboku she'd been sitting on earlier. She was pressed up against its trunk, the bark lightly scratching at her back through her clothes, and they were kissing.
A lot.
Inuyasha felt Kagome begin to return his kiss as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He loved the feeling he got from kisses like this. He'd never get sick of it. She was so sweet, and he loved the taste of her. She was his candy.
Kagome was losing herself. She had that wonderful feeling she got when she kissed him, like her whole body was turning to jelly. She let her tongue explore his mouth, circling his fangs. She ran one of her hands, which had been resting at the back of his neck, run through his long, silver hair, and then let it rest on his back. Then she felt a clawed hand roam up her thigh and press against her hip. ' He sure has gotten confident over the past couple of months,' she thought. A moment later Kagome reluctantly pulled away.
"We'd better stop, or they're going to come looking for us," She said with an apologetic smile as she let her arms rest by her sides again. Inuyasha pouted slightly, "Why you ever talked them in to coming along is beyond me. All they do is stick their noses where they don't belong." Kagome giggled. "Oh, come on," She said, slipping off the branch to stand up, "You know you like them." He crossed his arms and held up his head in one of his famous stubborn poses. "Feh," he muttered, but it didn't sound harsh. Kagome giggled again. "Go ahead and be stubborn if you want, Inu- chan, but it won't work on me. I know you to well," She said cheerfully, calling by the nickname she'd given him. She only said it when they were alone, of course. He'd probably freak out if she said it in public. Sometimes he pretended he was annoyed by it, but it really wasn't so bad. He'd never really had a nickname before. Well, not a nice one anyway.
Kagome took a hold of his hand, pulling him back towards the village, "C'mon, Inuyasha, there's shard hunting to do!" He simply nodded and allowed himself to be led back by the happy girl in front of him.
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Miroku sat on a stump behind the hut. To any passersby, it would seem that he was meditating, but anyone who looked closer would see that he was constantly glancing down at the prayer beads wrapped around his cursed hand, and then back up at the sky, deep in thought.
Kagome and Inuyasha were together. They were going to have a child. Knowing this had a strange effect on him. He couldn't help but envy the hanyou. He knew that Inuyasha had had a much harder life than he himself had. Perhaps he had a curse, and he had lost his Father, but he'd been 14 when it happened, and even then, he'd had friends in his home village to comfort him. Inuyasha told them once he never knew his Father, and his Mother had died when he was very young, and since then he'd been discriminated against by youkai because of the human in him, and humans because of the youkai. Then he'd lost Kikyou, another person to die in his lifetime. Inuyasha definitely deserved a little happiness, and Kagome and their child could bring him that, and heal him of his past. But still...
He looked at his hand again, more closely now, studying the beads there. He wondered, if they didn't defeat Naraku, how much time did he have? He needed an heir to defeat Naraku, and to carry on the family legacy of seeing him defeated, although the thought saddened him. Even if he did have an offspring, he would never live long enough to see it grow. Its mother would be left alone to raise it. That was another fear. That he'd hurt the woman to bear his child. That he might even come to love her, and then have to leave her. That was another reason that he continued to be lecherous. Partly it was to produce a child, partly out of habit, and partly because he thought perhaps if he only fell in love with a woman's body, and not the real her, it wouldn't be quite so hard if he died. Miroku sighed, a real sigh this time, and not the dramatic sigh that was usually followed with a lecherous comment, but a sigh of true despair.
"Houshi-sama?" Sango's familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he quickly replaced the sad expression on his face with his usual calm, serene mask. "Hello, Sango," He said cooly, "What brings you here?"
