Tomoko-chan: Yesh, I have found myself suddenly taking an interest to
everyone's favorite bishonen, sword wielding, half-breed dog demon
Inuyasha. I dunno, maybe I've just taking a liking to his voice, or his
eyes (both of which are very cool) but I just felt compelled to write a
fanfic about him. Also, it's so completely obvious that he likes Kagome, so
I stood up and said "Screw the 'sexual tension' thematic romance crap, and
let's get with the cross-species loving!" I'm sure many of you were
pondering the same thought. I'm not an expert of this show, so don't blame
me for missing some details. Enjoy this drunken, sexually based, worthless
shit of a fanfic! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. I would like to see the entire series, though. I've seen about ten episodes or less. . .
*****
Somewhere inside, Inuyasha knew he shouldn't have had that last sake.
Or the last dozen, for that matter.
His fingers were still unsteadily intertwined around the porcelain cup, the sake inside lapping at the sides after the occasional wobble fit Inuyasha would have. Wisps of steam rose temptingly from the newest bottle he had poured from himself, and the bitter-sweet taste clung to his teeth like the toffee Kagome had brought from her time that one day. He took another shaky sip, droplets dripping from his teetering movements and flowing over his fingers. Two deep roses of a ruddy blush bloomed in each of his cheeks, thick and scarlet. Suddenly, his sip morphed into a gulp in attempts to complete his fourth bottle. Inuyasha pushed the cup further to his lips, leaning backwards to lick up every drop. Loosing his balance instantly, he allowed him self to topple over, his swirling amber eyes staring lucidly at the ceiling.
He couldn't even remember why he was drinking. Perhaps it was for victory, as he had slain yet another monster that day, and had gained a gem shard to boot. Then again, he could have been drinking to forget the wound he had also gained in the battle. His leg still lingered with a numb ache, but it was mostly gone. He touched it, and nearly whimpered aloud from the pain.
"Damn," He muttered without even realizing it. "If I was drinking to forget, I'll have to start all over again."
But maybe he wasn't drinking to forget that unfortunate event from that day. There had been another, but he couldn't quite remember. It had something to do with Kagome. . . Searching through his memories, Inuyasha blocked out the pounding sound of the rain that beat like a drum outside. He had won the battle, Kagome had rushed to his side, worried about the wound. . . nothing bad came to mind. He continued: She fussed about him, he brushed her away, she tried to embrace him. . .
A wave of sadness flooded over Inuyasha, drowning all other thoughts. She had tried to hold him, he had wanted to hold her in return, and yet he didn't. She was so worried for him, and wanted comfort of his safety, and he had brushed her aside like garbage. Just like all of those other times. . .
He really did want to hold her. And kiss her, and do all sorts of things to her that would make any regular schoolgirl like her blush.
"She really is beautiful," He reminded himself, closing his shifting, goldenrod eyes. Her eyes were such a deep shade of gorgeous brown, it was like mahogany wood burning over a coffee-hued flame. Her hair flowed like water in a splendid ebony river down her back. At times, Inuyasha felt like paradise would come if he could only bury his face in her raven hair, breathe in the scent of her body, and just be lost. He also felt that the uniform she wore every time she visited was just an erotic costume. How could a school make a uniform like that and not expect a male riot? That forest-green skirt seemed to bounce just below her panty line, and a simple gust of wind could have blown it up, exposing her to his eager eyes. Unfortunately, that wind never came. Her white blouse pulled over her chest, fully formed and developed. When the light shone on her, he could even see her bra, shielding the true glory.
Yes indeed, she was a fine woman.
But not his to gawk at.
He had denied it a million times to enemies, to her, and even to himself, that they were not lovers and never would be. But the dream still lingered like a childish hope, hanging over his heart, prayer to be noticed and fulfilled.
Inuyasha opened his eyes to the ceiling again, the rain pitter- pattering upon the tiles above. He would have to go to sleep soon; it was probably one o'clock in the morning. Everyone else was asleep a long time ago.
At least, he thought they were.
*****
Kagome lay upon the fold-out futon she had laid out for herself, the sky blue cloth darkened by the night rain outside. Her hair sped over the pillow like a midnight fan, her curls twisting every-which-way at the tips of her long strands of raven locks. Her eyes were wide and open, staring up at the bamboo ceiling in a sort of wonder. Tears threatened their corners, bright and clear with pain.
He pushed me away again. Kami-sama knows how many times she had told that to herself, and yet she never got the message that he didn't want her. She knew, inside. How could someone so strong, brave, and handsome love someone like me? She whimpered like a lost kitten. In her eyes, her black hair was scraggly and ugly, and her brown eyes were just pools of mud. Kagome hated herself for reasons unknown to her.
But maybe someday, he'll wake up and realize how much I like him, her eyes gleamed with a prayer.
THAT would be a real miracle, but then again, she did fall down an enchanted well and fall into a mystical world of demons, monsters, and magic. Anything was possible.
Sighing a small puff of warm air, she brought the covers to her chin, shivering. She wished there was a lantern or a fireplace for her to keep warm by, but of course, there wasn't. She wanted to be at home, in her own fluffy pink bed, and yet she wanted to stay here. Right now, Inuyasha was across the hall from her. It was nice to be so close to him without him realizing. That way he couldn't push her away even if he wanted to.
Her right breast began to ache viciously. Inuyasha had hit it when he was shoving her away, but the pain in her heart had overcome the pain in her chest for those few moments. She moved a hand under her shirt and white cotton bra, rubbing it tenderly to ease the pain. A soft finger ran over her nipple, and a shiver went down her spine. But a thought came to her mind.
What if Inuyasha was doing this?
She ran her finger over it again, this time scraping her finger nail against it, pretending it was Inuyasha's harsh touch and sturdy claw. Her nipple hardened in pleasure, and she closed her eyes with a smile at the thought of Inuyasha touching her this way. A pounding longing grew in her groin, throbbing. Kagome didn't open her eyes. She had felt this way before, after thinking of him.
Kagome often wondered what lurked underneath his heavy, crimson kimono, and what hid under the white under-kimono as well. He had already seen her naked, or most of her, but she had never seen beyond the skin that poked from under his clothes. Even his long, silver hair hid his face from her often.
Moving her hand from her breast to her crotch, her fingers lingered over the cloth of her uniform skirt. An unsteady feeling crept into her soul, plaguing her thoughts with a worry.
"What if I'm not ready?" She whispered aloud in a quiet fear. Sure, she liked him. She wanted him. He might, maybe, perhaps, like and want her in return. But would she be ready when the day came? She was still a child, technically, and afterwards things would never ever be the same. Things would change for life.
She could wait a little longer for him, she concluded. Besides, she nearly giggled, wishing is fun.
*****
Inuyasha staggered momentarily, clutching the nearest post for support from his unsteady legs. The earth tilted and swirled before him, the dull colors mixing into catacombs of black before his clouded eyes. He stared at them for what seemed like hours, their forms morphing from one thing to another. One shadow seemed to catch his interest outside of all the others. It popped from monster to monster, until it took the form of Chippo.
"Hey, dog breath!" Inuyasha could almost hear him. The shadow beckoned him with Chippo's small, clawed finger. "Follow me, if you can."
"Go screw yourself, you midget-sized whelp of a whore." Inuyasha took a step down from the porch, unsheltered from the rain. It pored down from the gutter and sky, bucketfuls of water splashing upon his ears and hair. He only stared at the imaginary black blob of Chippo before him. He attempted another step, but his bare feet on contact with the muddy dirt made him slip, his red kimono, silver hair, and ruddy face splattered with mud.
"Shit, look what you made me do, you cross-dressing bitch!" he hissed, looking down at the huge spots of mud that cursed his clothing, hardly noticing the cascade of water that rained down. He looked up, prepared to beat Chippo's shadow senseless, but he wasn't there. The shadow had morphed to Kagome.
"K-Kagome?" His voice was slurred and frightened.
"Hi, Inuyasha!" Her voice seemed so cheerful, but felt so distant. Her finger pointed to the nearby doorway to the guest room. "I'm in here. Come on!" She giggled, her waves of hair bouncing. Inuyasha gawked, puzzled.
"You want me to go in your room?"
"Well, sure! You can do a lot more than come in." Shadow Kagome smiled mischievously.
"But, Kagome. . ." Inuyasha stuttered, eyes widening in confusion. She would never do something like this to him. She might whack him over the head with a rice-paper fan for peeking on her, she might scream "Sit, boy!" after an attempted hug, but she would NEVER invite him into her room, alone, at night, after he'd been drinking. Part of him knew all of this, but. . .
"Why are you letting me do this?"
"Because I like you." Shadow Kagome's head tilted.
"No, you don't. You hate me. It doesn't take a sober genius to figure that one out." Inuyasha huffed, crossing his arms. "Besides, stupid, like I would go anywhere alone with you. You'd probably put a curse on me, cold- hearted witch."
"You wonder what's under my uniform, don't you?"
"Well, duh. I mean, WHAT!?" His eyes popped open, shocked at his outburst, but more intrigued at what Kagome was saying. "What the hell are you talking about!? What's gotten into you?"
"You have. You've gotten into my skin." Shadow Kagome's invisible hands traced his broad shoulders, sculpting his chest and pulling open his kimono teasingly. No one was really there, and yet his kimono opened slowly on its own.
"You. . . You're not Kagome. . ." he panted, his face growing hot. "Kagome would never do or say such things."
"Wouldn't I, Inu-chan?" She smiled, placing a finger on his lips. He could feel her touch, and yet it wasn't there. "I'll prove it to you. You open the door to the guest room, and I'll be there, sitting up and waiting for you." Leaning in, she embraced him. A ghostly presence enshrouded his soul, but his slathered mind found nothing better to do than stand and nod. "If I'm waiting for you," She continued, "I will give myself to you, no matter what. No matter what I say or do, I want you to take me. Okay?" Winking, she disappeared.
Inuyasha blinked, his blush intensifying. He nodded his head slowly, eyes wide open in sunset fear, and agreed willingly to no one.
*****
Kagome blinked her eyes open, sleepy and disoriented.
"What's going on? Who's there?" She impulsively reached for her bow and arrows, her finger tips stroking the ivory painted wood attentively. Either she was mad and hearing voices in her sleep, or there was someone outside her door talking. The voice was deep and gruff, definitely a man's voice, but there would be no response to questions. Only a flutter of the window panes and stirring of the light, wooden-doors would speak in return, making the impression that the stranger was talking to the wind.
She heard the splattering of mud against the wooden porch/ walkway by her door. Eyes widening, she grasped the bow tightly, preparing to lift it and release an arrow at will.
A few footsteps echoed in her ears, and the sliding door opened.
Fluttering her eyelashes, Kagome rubbed her temples, checking to see if she were awake.
"Inuyasha? Is that you?"
The dark figure shrouded in shadows said nothing. It wasn't until the pale light of the moon peeked from the storm cloud and illuminated Inuyasha's beaming face did Kagome even knew he was grinning at her.
*****
The shadow wasn't lying. She was waiting here for me.
He smiled grimly, ignoring the bile in the back of his stomach. He slunk down to the floor, his knees banging softly against the hard wood. He didn't mind the flinch of pain; he was almost in a trance and could care less about the world around him. The only thing that mattered was the Kagome was here alone with him, and she had been waiting patiently for his presence.
"So you did wait up for me. How did you know this would happen?"
Kagome raised an eyebrow. It sounded like he was speaking sluggish gibberish. "What?"
"I had a feeling you liked me, but to send a shadow for me?" His palm crashed down upon the floor as well, shaking the entire room with the unexpected strength. Crawling slowly, Inuyasha padded his hands on the futon. Kagome's eyes widened.
"Shadow? Liking you? What are you talking about?" Part of her realized that the perfect opportunity to confess her love had just whizzed by, but things were far too freaky at the moment. Inuyasha's eyes looked GLAZED, or something, they were so bright. A sickly, sour smell drifted to her nostrils, and she clutched them, heaving. "Dear God, Inuyasha, how much have you been drinking?"
"You know, I can't really remember, so I guess that means too much, ne?" He laughed quietly, moving six inches closer to her. Kagome gasped, her face growing hot with embarrassment.
"Inuyasha, what are you doing?" She screeched. He only moved closer, his arms by her waist and his face close to hers. The dumb smile stuck to his face like clay.
"What you asked me to do. And I have always wondered what's under your uniform." Inuyasha seemed to flick the blanket off of her with a twist of his hand, leaving Kagome helpless with a sudden fear. She had never felt so NAKED before him. Even when he had walked in on her bathing, she still felt a sense of security, with the incantation in her throat and the soap bubbles on her breast. Now, even in her uniform, she felt so bare.
Then, swiftly, Inuyasha's hand shot down to her legs. He spread them apart, her uniform slipping from her thighs, for what seemed to take hours. Tears rushed to her eyes.
"What are you going to do to me. . . ?" A tear slid down her innocent face, frightened and quivering. Inuyasha pouted, moving one hand from her skirt to her face.
"Don't look at me like that." He wiped her tear away sullenly. "It's your fault you know. You wanted me to."
Kagome's head buzzed at his words. How could he know that? And why didn't he know she wasn't ready? She had confessed it just a few moments ago, to herself, but it was still there. She watched as Inuyasha traced her with his eyes, going over particular areas like her breasts, neck, legs, and thigh. He slid his hand under her spine, forcing her to arch her back slightly. His red, blushing nose touched her pale one as he spoke groggily, his eyes half-closed.
"Did anyone tell you that you're incredibly sexy when I'm drunk?" He asked truthfully, his tone serious and void of any humor, despite his indescribably confusing sentence. Kagome's eye widened, if they could widen any more, and a shy blush came to her cheeks. Inuyasha moved in for a kiss, and she willingly accepted it.
But as she started to believe that kisses were wonderful things, he hardened it, his hand pushing up her shirt to squeeze her breast sharply. She pulled away with a yelp of pain, but he pressed his lips to hers again, sticking his tongue to battle with hers. She attempted to push away his shoulders, but like a massive boulder, he didn't even flinch at her shove. Soon, both of his clawed hands were up her uniform, seemingly fascinated by the gravity of her breasts. He would push them up, let them go, then feel the vibration as they jiggled. Kagome struggled to keep her tongue plastered to the bottom of her mouth, to avoid any more of Inuyasha's ravishing oral binges, but he somehow was getting enough air through his nose to be kissing her harshly for a few minutes straight.
Finally, he stopped, slowly raising his lips from hers. His eyes looked sleepy, she noted. Kagome on the other hand looked like she had guzzled down six pots of coffee. Her eyes were wide and frightened, and she trembled under his touch. She found the strength inside to attempt the incantation.
"Si-" She started, hopefully, but Inuyasha's hand shot out and muffled her cry. New tears slid down her cheeks and careened into the crevasses of his fingers. She looked up at him, helpless.
"I said not to look at me like that." Inuyasha demanded, his voice strained, as if he were holding back sobs. "It's your fault. You wanted to. You said no matter what, to just keep on going." Inuyasha took one of his hands from her breasts and fiddled with something outside of her gaze. His hand shot up a moment later, a long strip of crimson cloth intertwined in his fingers. Kagome would've gasped if she had enough air.
'It's his belt. . .' Her mind echoed in utter terror. More tears fell from her thick eyelashes, dropping onto the tatami mat and sky-blue futon. Something hard pressed against her thigh, and she closed her eyes tightly, trying to banish the feeling. Inuyasha's hand still stuck over her lips, covering her whimpers with a blanket of flesh and the sleeve of his kimono. Kagome tried so hard to block everything out as she felt her panties lower down to her knees, but it all stuck to her mind like honey and feathers.
'I'm being raped.' She realized bluntly, not daring to open her eyes. 'I'm being raped. . .'
*****
Tomoko-chan: Blah. I know. Blah. Oh well, if you don't like the way I portrayed Inuyasha (though he was drunk) please send a comment of CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. Now, let me lay it out for those who can't tell the difference between negative criticism (flames) and constructive criticism. Negative criticism tells what I'm doing wrong in a loud, rude, mean, disrespectful way. I will not tolerate that. Constructive criticism tells me what I can do to improve in a quiet, calm, explanatory way.
Long story short, tips welcomed, flames ignored and maybe publicly insulted. I pray that's fair for you all. ^_^ I may continue. Until then, please read and comment on my other fic, Hikari. Thank you. Ja ne!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. I would like to see the entire series, though. I've seen about ten episodes or less. . .
*****
Somewhere inside, Inuyasha knew he shouldn't have had that last sake.
Or the last dozen, for that matter.
His fingers were still unsteadily intertwined around the porcelain cup, the sake inside lapping at the sides after the occasional wobble fit Inuyasha would have. Wisps of steam rose temptingly from the newest bottle he had poured from himself, and the bitter-sweet taste clung to his teeth like the toffee Kagome had brought from her time that one day. He took another shaky sip, droplets dripping from his teetering movements and flowing over his fingers. Two deep roses of a ruddy blush bloomed in each of his cheeks, thick and scarlet. Suddenly, his sip morphed into a gulp in attempts to complete his fourth bottle. Inuyasha pushed the cup further to his lips, leaning backwards to lick up every drop. Loosing his balance instantly, he allowed him self to topple over, his swirling amber eyes staring lucidly at the ceiling.
He couldn't even remember why he was drinking. Perhaps it was for victory, as he had slain yet another monster that day, and had gained a gem shard to boot. Then again, he could have been drinking to forget the wound he had also gained in the battle. His leg still lingered with a numb ache, but it was mostly gone. He touched it, and nearly whimpered aloud from the pain.
"Damn," He muttered without even realizing it. "If I was drinking to forget, I'll have to start all over again."
But maybe he wasn't drinking to forget that unfortunate event from that day. There had been another, but he couldn't quite remember. It had something to do with Kagome. . . Searching through his memories, Inuyasha blocked out the pounding sound of the rain that beat like a drum outside. He had won the battle, Kagome had rushed to his side, worried about the wound. . . nothing bad came to mind. He continued: She fussed about him, he brushed her away, she tried to embrace him. . .
A wave of sadness flooded over Inuyasha, drowning all other thoughts. She had tried to hold him, he had wanted to hold her in return, and yet he didn't. She was so worried for him, and wanted comfort of his safety, and he had brushed her aside like garbage. Just like all of those other times. . .
He really did want to hold her. And kiss her, and do all sorts of things to her that would make any regular schoolgirl like her blush.
"She really is beautiful," He reminded himself, closing his shifting, goldenrod eyes. Her eyes were such a deep shade of gorgeous brown, it was like mahogany wood burning over a coffee-hued flame. Her hair flowed like water in a splendid ebony river down her back. At times, Inuyasha felt like paradise would come if he could only bury his face in her raven hair, breathe in the scent of her body, and just be lost. He also felt that the uniform she wore every time she visited was just an erotic costume. How could a school make a uniform like that and not expect a male riot? That forest-green skirt seemed to bounce just below her panty line, and a simple gust of wind could have blown it up, exposing her to his eager eyes. Unfortunately, that wind never came. Her white blouse pulled over her chest, fully formed and developed. When the light shone on her, he could even see her bra, shielding the true glory.
Yes indeed, she was a fine woman.
But not his to gawk at.
He had denied it a million times to enemies, to her, and even to himself, that they were not lovers and never would be. But the dream still lingered like a childish hope, hanging over his heart, prayer to be noticed and fulfilled.
Inuyasha opened his eyes to the ceiling again, the rain pitter- pattering upon the tiles above. He would have to go to sleep soon; it was probably one o'clock in the morning. Everyone else was asleep a long time ago.
At least, he thought they were.
*****
Kagome lay upon the fold-out futon she had laid out for herself, the sky blue cloth darkened by the night rain outside. Her hair sped over the pillow like a midnight fan, her curls twisting every-which-way at the tips of her long strands of raven locks. Her eyes were wide and open, staring up at the bamboo ceiling in a sort of wonder. Tears threatened their corners, bright and clear with pain.
He pushed me away again. Kami-sama knows how many times she had told that to herself, and yet she never got the message that he didn't want her. She knew, inside. How could someone so strong, brave, and handsome love someone like me? She whimpered like a lost kitten. In her eyes, her black hair was scraggly and ugly, and her brown eyes were just pools of mud. Kagome hated herself for reasons unknown to her.
But maybe someday, he'll wake up and realize how much I like him, her eyes gleamed with a prayer.
THAT would be a real miracle, but then again, she did fall down an enchanted well and fall into a mystical world of demons, monsters, and magic. Anything was possible.
Sighing a small puff of warm air, she brought the covers to her chin, shivering. She wished there was a lantern or a fireplace for her to keep warm by, but of course, there wasn't. She wanted to be at home, in her own fluffy pink bed, and yet she wanted to stay here. Right now, Inuyasha was across the hall from her. It was nice to be so close to him without him realizing. That way he couldn't push her away even if he wanted to.
Her right breast began to ache viciously. Inuyasha had hit it when he was shoving her away, but the pain in her heart had overcome the pain in her chest for those few moments. She moved a hand under her shirt and white cotton bra, rubbing it tenderly to ease the pain. A soft finger ran over her nipple, and a shiver went down her spine. But a thought came to her mind.
What if Inuyasha was doing this?
She ran her finger over it again, this time scraping her finger nail against it, pretending it was Inuyasha's harsh touch and sturdy claw. Her nipple hardened in pleasure, and she closed her eyes with a smile at the thought of Inuyasha touching her this way. A pounding longing grew in her groin, throbbing. Kagome didn't open her eyes. She had felt this way before, after thinking of him.
Kagome often wondered what lurked underneath his heavy, crimson kimono, and what hid under the white under-kimono as well. He had already seen her naked, or most of her, but she had never seen beyond the skin that poked from under his clothes. Even his long, silver hair hid his face from her often.
Moving her hand from her breast to her crotch, her fingers lingered over the cloth of her uniform skirt. An unsteady feeling crept into her soul, plaguing her thoughts with a worry.
"What if I'm not ready?" She whispered aloud in a quiet fear. Sure, she liked him. She wanted him. He might, maybe, perhaps, like and want her in return. But would she be ready when the day came? She was still a child, technically, and afterwards things would never ever be the same. Things would change for life.
She could wait a little longer for him, she concluded. Besides, she nearly giggled, wishing is fun.
*****
Inuyasha staggered momentarily, clutching the nearest post for support from his unsteady legs. The earth tilted and swirled before him, the dull colors mixing into catacombs of black before his clouded eyes. He stared at them for what seemed like hours, their forms morphing from one thing to another. One shadow seemed to catch his interest outside of all the others. It popped from monster to monster, until it took the form of Chippo.
"Hey, dog breath!" Inuyasha could almost hear him. The shadow beckoned him with Chippo's small, clawed finger. "Follow me, if you can."
"Go screw yourself, you midget-sized whelp of a whore." Inuyasha took a step down from the porch, unsheltered from the rain. It pored down from the gutter and sky, bucketfuls of water splashing upon his ears and hair. He only stared at the imaginary black blob of Chippo before him. He attempted another step, but his bare feet on contact with the muddy dirt made him slip, his red kimono, silver hair, and ruddy face splattered with mud.
"Shit, look what you made me do, you cross-dressing bitch!" he hissed, looking down at the huge spots of mud that cursed his clothing, hardly noticing the cascade of water that rained down. He looked up, prepared to beat Chippo's shadow senseless, but he wasn't there. The shadow had morphed to Kagome.
"K-Kagome?" His voice was slurred and frightened.
"Hi, Inuyasha!" Her voice seemed so cheerful, but felt so distant. Her finger pointed to the nearby doorway to the guest room. "I'm in here. Come on!" She giggled, her waves of hair bouncing. Inuyasha gawked, puzzled.
"You want me to go in your room?"
"Well, sure! You can do a lot more than come in." Shadow Kagome smiled mischievously.
"But, Kagome. . ." Inuyasha stuttered, eyes widening in confusion. She would never do something like this to him. She might whack him over the head with a rice-paper fan for peeking on her, she might scream "Sit, boy!" after an attempted hug, but she would NEVER invite him into her room, alone, at night, after he'd been drinking. Part of him knew all of this, but. . .
"Why are you letting me do this?"
"Because I like you." Shadow Kagome's head tilted.
"No, you don't. You hate me. It doesn't take a sober genius to figure that one out." Inuyasha huffed, crossing his arms. "Besides, stupid, like I would go anywhere alone with you. You'd probably put a curse on me, cold- hearted witch."
"You wonder what's under my uniform, don't you?"
"Well, duh. I mean, WHAT!?" His eyes popped open, shocked at his outburst, but more intrigued at what Kagome was saying. "What the hell are you talking about!? What's gotten into you?"
"You have. You've gotten into my skin." Shadow Kagome's invisible hands traced his broad shoulders, sculpting his chest and pulling open his kimono teasingly. No one was really there, and yet his kimono opened slowly on its own.
"You. . . You're not Kagome. . ." he panted, his face growing hot. "Kagome would never do or say such things."
"Wouldn't I, Inu-chan?" She smiled, placing a finger on his lips. He could feel her touch, and yet it wasn't there. "I'll prove it to you. You open the door to the guest room, and I'll be there, sitting up and waiting for you." Leaning in, she embraced him. A ghostly presence enshrouded his soul, but his slathered mind found nothing better to do than stand and nod. "If I'm waiting for you," She continued, "I will give myself to you, no matter what. No matter what I say or do, I want you to take me. Okay?" Winking, she disappeared.
Inuyasha blinked, his blush intensifying. He nodded his head slowly, eyes wide open in sunset fear, and agreed willingly to no one.
*****
Kagome blinked her eyes open, sleepy and disoriented.
"What's going on? Who's there?" She impulsively reached for her bow and arrows, her finger tips stroking the ivory painted wood attentively. Either she was mad and hearing voices in her sleep, or there was someone outside her door talking. The voice was deep and gruff, definitely a man's voice, but there would be no response to questions. Only a flutter of the window panes and stirring of the light, wooden-doors would speak in return, making the impression that the stranger was talking to the wind.
She heard the splattering of mud against the wooden porch/ walkway by her door. Eyes widening, she grasped the bow tightly, preparing to lift it and release an arrow at will.
A few footsteps echoed in her ears, and the sliding door opened.
Fluttering her eyelashes, Kagome rubbed her temples, checking to see if she were awake.
"Inuyasha? Is that you?"
The dark figure shrouded in shadows said nothing. It wasn't until the pale light of the moon peeked from the storm cloud and illuminated Inuyasha's beaming face did Kagome even knew he was grinning at her.
*****
The shadow wasn't lying. She was waiting here for me.
He smiled grimly, ignoring the bile in the back of his stomach. He slunk down to the floor, his knees banging softly against the hard wood. He didn't mind the flinch of pain; he was almost in a trance and could care less about the world around him. The only thing that mattered was the Kagome was here alone with him, and she had been waiting patiently for his presence.
"So you did wait up for me. How did you know this would happen?"
Kagome raised an eyebrow. It sounded like he was speaking sluggish gibberish. "What?"
"I had a feeling you liked me, but to send a shadow for me?" His palm crashed down upon the floor as well, shaking the entire room with the unexpected strength. Crawling slowly, Inuyasha padded his hands on the futon. Kagome's eyes widened.
"Shadow? Liking you? What are you talking about?" Part of her realized that the perfect opportunity to confess her love had just whizzed by, but things were far too freaky at the moment. Inuyasha's eyes looked GLAZED, or something, they were so bright. A sickly, sour smell drifted to her nostrils, and she clutched them, heaving. "Dear God, Inuyasha, how much have you been drinking?"
"You know, I can't really remember, so I guess that means too much, ne?" He laughed quietly, moving six inches closer to her. Kagome gasped, her face growing hot with embarrassment.
"Inuyasha, what are you doing?" She screeched. He only moved closer, his arms by her waist and his face close to hers. The dumb smile stuck to his face like clay.
"What you asked me to do. And I have always wondered what's under your uniform." Inuyasha seemed to flick the blanket off of her with a twist of his hand, leaving Kagome helpless with a sudden fear. She had never felt so NAKED before him. Even when he had walked in on her bathing, she still felt a sense of security, with the incantation in her throat and the soap bubbles on her breast. Now, even in her uniform, she felt so bare.
Then, swiftly, Inuyasha's hand shot down to her legs. He spread them apart, her uniform slipping from her thighs, for what seemed to take hours. Tears rushed to her eyes.
"What are you going to do to me. . . ?" A tear slid down her innocent face, frightened and quivering. Inuyasha pouted, moving one hand from her skirt to her face.
"Don't look at me like that." He wiped her tear away sullenly. "It's your fault you know. You wanted me to."
Kagome's head buzzed at his words. How could he know that? And why didn't he know she wasn't ready? She had confessed it just a few moments ago, to herself, but it was still there. She watched as Inuyasha traced her with his eyes, going over particular areas like her breasts, neck, legs, and thigh. He slid his hand under her spine, forcing her to arch her back slightly. His red, blushing nose touched her pale one as he spoke groggily, his eyes half-closed.
"Did anyone tell you that you're incredibly sexy when I'm drunk?" He asked truthfully, his tone serious and void of any humor, despite his indescribably confusing sentence. Kagome's eye widened, if they could widen any more, and a shy blush came to her cheeks. Inuyasha moved in for a kiss, and she willingly accepted it.
But as she started to believe that kisses were wonderful things, he hardened it, his hand pushing up her shirt to squeeze her breast sharply. She pulled away with a yelp of pain, but he pressed his lips to hers again, sticking his tongue to battle with hers. She attempted to push away his shoulders, but like a massive boulder, he didn't even flinch at her shove. Soon, both of his clawed hands were up her uniform, seemingly fascinated by the gravity of her breasts. He would push them up, let them go, then feel the vibration as they jiggled. Kagome struggled to keep her tongue plastered to the bottom of her mouth, to avoid any more of Inuyasha's ravishing oral binges, but he somehow was getting enough air through his nose to be kissing her harshly for a few minutes straight.
Finally, he stopped, slowly raising his lips from hers. His eyes looked sleepy, she noted. Kagome on the other hand looked like she had guzzled down six pots of coffee. Her eyes were wide and frightened, and she trembled under his touch. She found the strength inside to attempt the incantation.
"Si-" She started, hopefully, but Inuyasha's hand shot out and muffled her cry. New tears slid down her cheeks and careened into the crevasses of his fingers. She looked up at him, helpless.
"I said not to look at me like that." Inuyasha demanded, his voice strained, as if he were holding back sobs. "It's your fault. You wanted to. You said no matter what, to just keep on going." Inuyasha took one of his hands from her breasts and fiddled with something outside of her gaze. His hand shot up a moment later, a long strip of crimson cloth intertwined in his fingers. Kagome would've gasped if she had enough air.
'It's his belt. . .' Her mind echoed in utter terror. More tears fell from her thick eyelashes, dropping onto the tatami mat and sky-blue futon. Something hard pressed against her thigh, and she closed her eyes tightly, trying to banish the feeling. Inuyasha's hand still stuck over her lips, covering her whimpers with a blanket of flesh and the sleeve of his kimono. Kagome tried so hard to block everything out as she felt her panties lower down to her knees, but it all stuck to her mind like honey and feathers.
'I'm being raped.' She realized bluntly, not daring to open her eyes. 'I'm being raped. . .'
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Tomoko-chan: Blah. I know. Blah. Oh well, if you don't like the way I portrayed Inuyasha (though he was drunk) please send a comment of CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. Now, let me lay it out for those who can't tell the difference between negative criticism (flames) and constructive criticism. Negative criticism tells what I'm doing wrong in a loud, rude, mean, disrespectful way. I will not tolerate that. Constructive criticism tells me what I can do to improve in a quiet, calm, explanatory way.
Long story short, tips welcomed, flames ignored and maybe publicly insulted. I pray that's fair for you all. ^_^ I may continue. Until then, please read and comment on my other fic, Hikari. Thank you. Ja ne!