Chapter 19: Mrs. Robinson
(AN: For those of you who don't know, Mrs. Robinson is a famous character from a 70's or 80's movie called The Graduate. I suggest renting it, but she's the teacher of the main character and she seduces him even though she is already married and much older then he is. Sort of like a Stacy's Mom kinda thing…)
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The personal girl, Nikkei the cinnamon girl was fifth on Shio's date list. She sat waiting for him in the forest on a red tree stump. She wore a lilac kimono decorated with yellow daffodils, which was similar to the one she wore when she first appeared. Must've had a thing for the color purple; and as we all know, the color purple is a symbol of honor and loyalty. ^___^ (AN: Didn't know that? Well now you do.)
She sat patiently waiting for him with a smile on her face and a song in her heart. She looked upward at a few birdies in a tree nearby as they chirped their hellos. She laughed and her steady brown eyes lit up. The birds flew out of the tree. One landed on her outstretched hand, and the other on her knee. Shio hung down from a tree branch to watch her "speak bird" to them.
He blushed lightly at the cuteness and dropped down to his feet.
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Near the well, Inu Yasha watched as Inu Onna's battle with the sandman was slowly coming to an end. The pup yawned and batted her right foot as she stretched. She snuggled into him and blinked unevenly.
He smiled down at her through half lidded eyes. All it took was one hour. One hour out of all of the time he wasted fighting his fatherhood, to learn and accept. Or maybe he knew all that time that he would give in easily if he tried, and that was why he fought. He wasn't sure, but now that he had just experienced it, he liked this whole father thing. Yeah that's it!
I'm a daddy. He told himself, immediately feeling a rush of unknown love, love like he had never felt in his life, love for an entity with tiny toes and a little nose, a child that was half of who he was and half of the female he adored…
And it felt so good to say! I'm a daddy! This is my daughter! Can you believe this? This is amazing! I'm a daddy!! Do people know about this?! It's amazing! Wowwie! All people should have babies! -^_^-
Ahem…
Inu Yasha froze in horror. He knew that sound of clearing of phlegm anywhere. He whirled around, forgetting he had Inu Onna in his coat. Kagome was still inside of the well, with her chin resting on her fist, and her other arm resting on the edge of the well. She looked up at him with starry eyes and a knowing, cat-like grin on her face. It was the grin that meant she thought she knew him oh so well.
So many emotions hit him at once, which caused him to tremble violently. "Kagome?!" he quacked.
She continued to grin, he hated it, it was just so smug to him!!! "Hello, Inu Yasha." She mewed. ^___^
Inu Yasha pumped himself for words to say, but was coming out dry. He had to think of something while she was pulling herself out of the well.
Kagome dropped her bag in the grass and leaned against the side of the well. Inu Yasha backed away from her, she had already caught him off guard, now she was going to do something and he assumed it would either be to hang it over his head and make him be her little slave puppet, or she would rub it in or something stupid like that, he wasn't sure but that grin of hers was going to put a tick in his eyebrow if she didn't say something soon!!
Then he realized that she had been gone all night and the face of anger triumphed over his shock and fear. "Wh-where the hell were you last night?!" he finally croaked out.
Still smiling, Kagome looked at him questioningly, "Hmm?"
"Kagome, you've got some s'plaining to do!" Inu Yasha threatened. He loomed over her, stressing his fury. "Do you have any idea what time it is?!"
"Mmm, the past?" Kagome guessed.
"Don't get cute with me! You've been gone all night! Don't you know how much I – er – this puppy needs you?!" He pulled Inu Onna out of his jacket, instantly waking her up. "Since you left, the only thing she's had to eat is that formula shit you left behind, some shitty goat's milk, and she's been trying to eat Shippou!"
"Really?" Kagome asked still smiling at him.
"This is a fragile age for a puppy, Kagome! You can't just run off and leave her with strangers! She has to be with her paren – er – mother right now!"
Inu Onna squealed with gless at the sight of her mommy, so Inu Yasha handed her over. Kagome nodded and smiled, "Mmhmm, mmhmm, I totally agree." She replied.
Well even though Inu Yasha did say what he knew had to be said, he still didn't get the reation from her that he planned. Maybe she would have looked a little guilty, or apologize to him or something. In fact, the more he thought about it, the less he knew just what it was he wanted from her.
They began walking back to the village. Inu Onna had magically fallen asleep again. Kagome carried her while Inu Yasha carried the newly supplied backpack. Inu kept throwing glanced at Kagome when he thought she didn't notice. He wished he knew what she was thinking about. "You – you know….you're lucky that I was around." He added. "If it weren't for me, who knows what would have happened to her."
Kagome stopped walking and grabbed Inu Yasha's sleeve to make him stop too.
"What?" he asked.
She went around to face him, stood on her tip-toes, and pecked him on the lips.
Inu didn't say anything, he just blinked at her in shock.
Kagome grinned and walked ahead of him toward the village at a quicker pace.
Inu Yasha paused before licking his lips. Then he fast-walked after her. "Oi, Kagome! What was that for?!"
"Not telling!" she called back.
"Tell me!! I need to know!!!"
"Thank you, Inu Yasha!" ^___^ *
"For what?!"
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Miroku went for a walk with Shippou the shoulder barnacle.
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?!?" Shippou bobbed impatiently.
Miroku sighed. Sometimes he understood why Inu Yasha would slap him so much. "Why has Kagome been gone so long? Because she's taking a break, and frankly I don't blame her." The priest declared. However Kagome did it was amazing. None of the conveniences of her own time, Inu the illegitimate father badmouthing the heck out of everyone, Shippou's innocent yet annoying questions, Sango trying to seduce her, Shio's perverseness, and now a baby to take care of, a baby who was badly in need of some serious tranquilizers – or Riddlin. (AN: However you spell it...By the way, if you can't figure out why that above paragraph sounded weird, that was the group from Miroku's pov.)
They stopped at a little farm house for some fresh bread that the old wife who lived there couldn't help but give some out to them. The old man of the farm house came over, sensing a child on his youth radar. "Hey there, sonny!" he smacked Miroku on the back almost making the monk drop his bread. "Good afternoon sir." Miroku nodded respectfully.
The old man came and sat next to Shippou. "Hey there, sonny!" he repeated and messed up Shippou's hair even more then it already was.
Since Shippou was a kid, he didn't really notice how messed up it was. "Hi," He said between chews.
"Would you like to hear the legend of DaggerClaw?" the old man asked.
Shippou shrugged and took another huge bite of bread. "Sure, why not?"
"Once upon a time –" he started. Miroku figured the old man would have told the story whether Shippou commented or not. "- not far away from this very feudal state, a demon was born."
Shippou swallowed a huge wad of bread and took a ravenous bite, it was like watching piranhas on the discovery channel. "A demon, huh?"
"Yes! A demon! He was six foot tall, and a fully grown man at birth!" the old man extended his arms to illustrate how much of a skyscraper the demon was. "He was a full blooded demon, born from the souls of many suffering women they say."
Miroku was already listening to the story, but he became interested at the word "women."
"He wasn't a very reliable demon either, oh no….see, the demons hated him, yet so did the humans…because he only cared for himself – would sell anybody out, or endanger anyone's life to get what he wanted in the end." The old man went on. "And the reason they call him dagger claw is because his notable choice of weapon is his long and sharp claws, sharper then daggers they are, and he hasn't used any other physical weapon."
Shippou took another bite of bread then heaved when it went down the wrong pipe.
"That's right. He may have only had his claws, yet Dagger claw was as sharp as a sword, with the armor class to match." The old man paused for a moment to stick his finger in his ear then he went on again, "Of course, Dagger claw is real. I've seen him with my own eyes, but most of the time, you won't know him if you see him unless he reveals his true form to you, and he'll only do that if you're his prey."
"Were you his prey?" Miroku asked. It would have been Shippou who asked that, but at the moment Shippou was doubled over on the ground trying to give himself the Heimlich maneuver.
"No….but I used to know someone who was." The old man said.
"What happened to him?" Miroku asked.
"He – he was DaggerClaw's prey ya' moron! What do you think happened to him?!"
"Um.."
"DaggerClaw ripped out the guy's eyes and his nerves, then drank the blood and puss out of his veins like they were straws!"
Miroku acknowledged that, then he tossed the rest of his bread over his shoulder.
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In Shio's wanderings, it was only one out of every thirty-eight or so women who actually took up the occupation of dominatrix. Nikkei had a thing for bondage and black leather when it came to the bedroom.
Shio picked up his shirt and pulled a small, hand mirror out of it. He held it up in front of him and began to brush his hair back into neatness. Nikkei was wiping her mascara off. If she were to walk into the town wearing it, she might've been stoned to death. She glanced at Shio who was brushing out his hair. "You have very pretty hair."
"Thank you, I know."
"Do you wear makeup?" she asked.
Shio's lips thinned for a split second, but he was used to this question. "No."
"No?" she asked, sounding a bit surprised.
"Nope." He replied. "I have a natural beauty. No need for makeup."
"Yeah," she nodded then asked. "Have you ever worn it before?"
Shio paused for a moment, glanced at her then looked in his mirror again. "Once….but I hated it."
"Why?" she asked. "I think you would look very sexy with a little bit of mascara on your lashes."
"It made my eyes itch." He replied. "And the facial stuff made my skin break out."
"Oh yeah, you have sensitive skin?" she asked.
"Very sensitive." He emphasized. Shio separated the back half of his hair from the front, gathered it up and tied it up in back with a white ribbon. Putting the shirt on, and the mirror safely tucked away, he turned his gaze in Nikkei's direction and shot her a hot smirk.
She smiled suggestively and winked back.
Shio grinned and pulled a little black book out of his shirt. "Yesh, I believe a high rating is in order." He wrote in Nikkei's name…and she became one of five Nikkei's. Four stars….email address: Dominatricksw0mAn@aol.com........and of course, age…
"By the way, how old are you if you don't mind me asking." Shio asked as he scribed the full email address. By the look of her and of her maturity, he guessed she was 18 – 19 – maybe even 20….
"Twenty-nine."
The tip of Shio's quill, scratched across the page and ripped Nika through Obleena in half. He didn't seem to notice the huge rip, even though he was staring right at it. "29?"
"Yeah. I know I don't look it though." She shrugged casually and went to go clean up.
Suddenly, Shio felt like he was going to be sick. This woman would probably hit menopause before he reached his peak! (AN: It's said that a man reaches his peak in sex at age 18…where as Shio is only 17…darn…)
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What's this?! Am I actually taking the time to get the links to the pictures you've all been waiting for!? Halleluiah!! The planets have aliened!!!
- this is the picture of Shio. The first one I drew of him. And everyone calls him a woman! I've been trying to modify this so that it's a little bit easier to tell if he's a male or not. Even though non-anime watchers still find what I recently have to still be feminine…that's supposed to happen. If memory serves, the guide to kitsune says that kitsune are NATURALLY feminine…that's why everyone has such a hard time trying to figure out whether Shippou is a girl or not.
- This is Shinyo – Shio and Sumiko's mommy; Sashimi and Yukidaruma's light teacher….i thought it turned out very well, I had only drawn her once before this one on a piece of notebook paper, and I had lost that one…
- Four – count 'em – four models of Sumiko from left to right starting at the top: back view of her adult form; dog demon form from the story "brownies"; kid form, in a magenta yuttuka; and adult form sitting in a cute position. I'm not done with this picture colors wise….it's completely drawn, but I'm like 1/4th the way through trying to learn Computer graphics on it…the only one I've been able to complete is the dog demon Sumiko and a little bit of adult sumiko's hair…