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P.S. Seikkyokuka, I think you'll like this chappie with reference to Inuyasha reading Kagome's diary *snicker*.
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Chapter 5: Daiari-naishougoto Kagome (Kagome's Secret Diary)
Inuyasha growled angrily. Why the hell did Sesshoumaru have to have him on babysitting duty?!
"Why didn't that wretched woman show up? One morning absent from breakfast and my whole day is shot looking for her! Baka hime!" he hissed, storming through the halls at an alarming rate. The servants, upon seeing him, dropped to their knees, averted their eyes to the ground, and remained clear of his war-torn path.
The young oji felt another rumble of displeasure spread through his chest and tickle the back of his throat as his teeth ground lightly together in frustration. The feeling didn't last long as his mind wondered back to the last time he'd seen the younger hime (for he had avoided her due to the smell); he remembered the... descriptive book passage.
"What was that all about, anyway? Did her heat make her write that? Ew... just thinking about that is almost enough to make me lose my breakfast! What a nauseating scent – the stench of an aroused human!"
Inuyasha wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue for good measure to prove his disgust. His mind back-tracked to reality and he quickly noticed where he had wandered off to on the palace grounds. He was in the gardens behind the foundation.
He shivered furiously as memories flashed before his eyes: images of a young woman and her son playing. A clawed hand smashed the side of his head as he banished the thoughts from his mind. He hadn't gone into the gardens for a very long time... for a very good reason.
'Not since Okaa-san...' Inuyasha paused, then berated himself fiercely. 'Don't go there, Inu-baka!'
Despite his own distraction, his crisp golden eyes caught sight of something across the small pond set amid the flower arrangements in the centre of the garden; it was a girl.
'There she is,' he thought, staring at her. A mixture of wonder and animosity towards that girl slipped into the hanyou's mind, though he refused to allow the first feeling to show upon his face. Instead, he chose anger.
Kagome sat carefully on the edge of the pond, her kimono drawn up to just below her knees so the cool water would soothe her feet. She leaned her head back and sighed contentedly. Smiling, she pulled out her leather-bound book again from against her breast. From a pocket carefully concealed in her kimono's design, she drew out a quill and small bottle of ink. She began to write in the book, and smiled at her work as she finished her note with a flourish.
Inuyasha pushed himself forward, despite his chill from the place. The flowers and trees danced and swayed in time to the winds as though to mock and haunt him, and he cursed them to hell for it.
"Hime, why weren't you at breakfast?!" He bellowed in answer to his conscience's demands for soothing gentleness. After all, the hime WAS still very new to the West, and already felt like a lonely stranger. Fuck gentle!
'Let her keep feeling that, then!' Inuyasha's anger spat in response. 'If she can't take it, serves her right for coming!'
Kagome's tranquil eyes looked up across the pond and stared at him. It took a minute for her to realize her exposed position, and when she did, she stood and tugged her kimono back down to her ankles.
"Feh," Inuyasha grunted. "It's not like I haven't seen a female's shins before!"
"It's lewd," Kagome replied sharply. There was NO WAY she would let the oji be led on, as unintentional as it may have been.
Inuyasha was taken aback. When it came to the topic of sexual obscenity, never had he heard a woman speak so frankly; they would always linger around the edge of it, and leave the rest to men's imaginations to decipher.
'Yet another annoying trait among women,' Inuyasha mentally scoffed. 'It's not like a man could read a woman's mind! If they want – or need – they should just say so!'
Kagome brushed off the dirt from her backside discreetly while Inuyasha seemed to be lost in his thoughts. She pulled her book back into her kimono and took a step around the pond towards the far-off looking oji. As she padded, the grass tickled her wet feet, and she couldn't resist a near-silent giggle.
"Is something the matter, Inuyasha-oji?" she asked, reaching within a few feet of him: the respectable and honourable distance. She would never go any closer than that to a man – save her husband – unless the circumstances were extremely dire and demanded close proximity.
Inuyasha shook his head to clear it. As he expected, it failed to aid him much, but he forced his mouth to move and push out a reply. "No. Hurry up, Sesshoumaru wants me to make sure you're fed."
She stood still a moment, debating as to what degree of hatred for her he was feeling at that moment. She waited too long. Inuyasha, looking over his shoulder as he neared the palace entrance, shrieked a string of curses at her for her sluggish manner. She made a point of covering her maiden ears from the verbal outpour, and then followed the hanyou out of the gardens.
Inuyasha was silently very grateful for leaving those airy recesses. The rear gardens were too close for comfort... much too close. It frightened him how near he had been to breaking just by standing there a few moments when he fetched the hime.
There was silence for a few minutes before Kagome broke its lulling spell. "Sorry that I'm being a burden. I wasn't hungry this morning." Her mind wheeled with guilt for ensnaring the poor oji with her needy and clinging nature, as was the greatest curse of women.
Her mind then turned to herself. Lately, she noticed her moods were less snappy and violent. Why? Was there a distinct kind of trigger that needed to be pulled for her to break and convulse with wit? If so, where and what was it, and why was it not affecting her now?
"Why'd you miss the meal anyway?" Inuyasha asked, disregarding her attempted apology.
"I...," she paused, "was writing." What else could she say? At least she hadn't lost her bluntness yet.
"In that book of yours?"
She blushed. "Y-yes. It's my... private diary."
Though his back was turned to her and she couldn't see it, Inuyasha's eyes narrowed. "Just what do you write in there?"
Kagome's blush grew wider, and her eyes befriended the wooden floor of the hall. "Things..."
"Like rut?" Inuyasha snapped, spinning around to glare at her.
"Nani?!" Kagome gasped and lifted her gaze from the boards at their feet. She saw his gold orbs piercing her.
"I saw that passage, don't deny it! 'Her whole body was being engulfed by a massive
tide as he pounded into her over and over.' " Inuyasha's eyebrow twitched. He looked like he would explode – or perhaps implode.
Kagome's breath caught in her throat. "You read that...?!"
"What kind of hime – no, WOMAN – writes that kind of kuso?!"
Tears formed in Kagome's eyes. Her lower lip trembled, signaling that her eyelids were threatening to let the tears spill over their brims. She let out a quiet sob, then raised her arm, fire-glazed irises glaring at the hanyou prince.
"You BASTARD!!" she shrieked.
SMACK!!!!
The resonating afterglow of slapping flesh rang poorly along the walls, and Inuyasha found himself the proud owner of a deep red hand print on his left cheek. As he examined the extent of the damage, he heard her words.
"How DARE you read my diary!!! My personal property!! Have you no respect – no DECENCY?!?!"
With that the distraught hime stormed off down the hall and around a corner, leaving behind one extremely pissed off Inu-oji. The hit stung, but Inuyasha had to admit he was more enraged that he could say nothing in his defense: he had none. So, he just stood there.
It took a while for Inuyasha to notice, through the stinging of his cheek, the small entity sucking on his face. He reached up and slapped, immediately wishing he hadn't, for it had been the same cheek that Kagome had hit. He winced and rubbed the sore gently.
"Lord Inuyasha, is something troubling you?" Myouga asked, after recovering from his effective squashing.
"What is her problem?!" Inuyasha growled. "SHE'S the one who wrote that in her diary, and she blows up at ME?!"
"Perhaps," came a voice behind him, "it is the fact behind the words she wrote."
The prince turned, Myouga in hand, to see Kagome's sister standing there, cool and elegant and completely calm. It baffled Inuyasha to no end that the two girls were related. Though his previous encounters with Kagome's sister were rare – including only meals and occasional passings in the hall – he could tell she was the more docile. Perhaps, a little TOO docile.
"What do you mean?" Inuyasha asked, suspicious.
"I mean, Inuyasha-oji, that despite the fact that she may have written some... unorthodox scenes in her diary, it still remains her diary. It is a private and sacred place to store her thoughts and ideas: a way to channel herself. Though she wrote her thoughts down, they were not meant to be seen by eyes other than her own."
"So she wrote something so no one else could read it?" Inuyasha replied, exasperated. "How stupid! If something is supposed to be secret, YOU DON'T WRITE IT DOWN!!"
"What if she wants to make sure she remembers a memory?"
Inuyasha blanched. Was that a memory of Kagome's he had read? No, it couldn't be... her scent was of a virgin. Then, was it... wishful thinking on her part? More than likely, he thought, given her immediate biological state.
Kikyo sighed. The Inu-prince wouldn't get it unless it was laid right out on the table for him. "What has my sister so upset, Inuyasha-oji, is that the book she writes in was given to her by our okaa-san when she was five; it is the only thing she has of her, and Kagome treasures it."
"But she still wrote—!"
"Allow me to explain," Kikyo interrupted. "Okaa-san wrote some of her own memories in the book, so that Kagome would always remember her. Some of them were supposed to be quite intimate, from what I have been told. Others are more innocent and juvenile. The rest of the book was for Kagome to write her own stories in.
"Okaa-san wanted Kagome to know of the world, and of it's pleasures and pains, so she gave her daughter her own written experience to show her."
Inuyasha went pale. All of the sudden, he felt like the most enormous baka in the world – the most cruel and sadistic ass to ever walk the Earth! He didn't wait another second before throwing Myouga carelessly away, and threading through the halls, away and out of the palace grounds.
He needed time to think... time to dwell on his own self-loathing. After all, he, himself, knew the pain of losing a mother, and how precious those possessions she left behind became...
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There you all go! ^_^ Another day, another chappie! Hope you all enjoyed this! See you next time! ^____^
P.S. Seikkyokuka, I think you'll like this chappie with reference to Inuyasha reading Kagome's diary *snicker*.
Enjoy:
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Chapter 5: Daiari-naishougoto Kagome (Kagome's Secret Diary)
Inuyasha growled angrily. Why the hell did Sesshoumaru have to have him on babysitting duty?!
"Why didn't that wretched woman show up? One morning absent from breakfast and my whole day is shot looking for her! Baka hime!" he hissed, storming through the halls at an alarming rate. The servants, upon seeing him, dropped to their knees, averted their eyes to the ground, and remained clear of his war-torn path.
The young oji felt another rumble of displeasure spread through his chest and tickle the back of his throat as his teeth ground lightly together in frustration. The feeling didn't last long as his mind wondered back to the last time he'd seen the younger hime (for he had avoided her due to the smell); he remembered the... descriptive book passage.
"What was that all about, anyway? Did her heat make her write that? Ew... just thinking about that is almost enough to make me lose my breakfast! What a nauseating scent – the stench of an aroused human!"
Inuyasha wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue for good measure to prove his disgust. His mind back-tracked to reality and he quickly noticed where he had wandered off to on the palace grounds. He was in the gardens behind the foundation.
He shivered furiously as memories flashed before his eyes: images of a young woman and her son playing. A clawed hand smashed the side of his head as he banished the thoughts from his mind. He hadn't gone into the gardens for a very long time... for a very good reason.
'Not since Okaa-san...' Inuyasha paused, then berated himself fiercely. 'Don't go there, Inu-baka!'
Despite his own distraction, his crisp golden eyes caught sight of something across the small pond set amid the flower arrangements in the centre of the garden; it was a girl.
'There she is,' he thought, staring at her. A mixture of wonder and animosity towards that girl slipped into the hanyou's mind, though he refused to allow the first feeling to show upon his face. Instead, he chose anger.
Kagome sat carefully on the edge of the pond, her kimono drawn up to just below her knees so the cool water would soothe her feet. She leaned her head back and sighed contentedly. Smiling, she pulled out her leather-bound book again from against her breast. From a pocket carefully concealed in her kimono's design, she drew out a quill and small bottle of ink. She began to write in the book, and smiled at her work as she finished her note with a flourish.
Inuyasha pushed himself forward, despite his chill from the place. The flowers and trees danced and swayed in time to the winds as though to mock and haunt him, and he cursed them to hell for it.
"Hime, why weren't you at breakfast?!" He bellowed in answer to his conscience's demands for soothing gentleness. After all, the hime WAS still very new to the West, and already felt like a lonely stranger. Fuck gentle!
'Let her keep feeling that, then!' Inuyasha's anger spat in response. 'If she can't take it, serves her right for coming!'
Kagome's tranquil eyes looked up across the pond and stared at him. It took a minute for her to realize her exposed position, and when she did, she stood and tugged her kimono back down to her ankles.
"Feh," Inuyasha grunted. "It's not like I haven't seen a female's shins before!"
"It's lewd," Kagome replied sharply. There was NO WAY she would let the oji be led on, as unintentional as it may have been.
Inuyasha was taken aback. When it came to the topic of sexual obscenity, never had he heard a woman speak so frankly; they would always linger around the edge of it, and leave the rest to men's imaginations to decipher.
'Yet another annoying trait among women,' Inuyasha mentally scoffed. 'It's not like a man could read a woman's mind! If they want – or need – they should just say so!'
Kagome brushed off the dirt from her backside discreetly while Inuyasha seemed to be lost in his thoughts. She pulled her book back into her kimono and took a step around the pond towards the far-off looking oji. As she padded, the grass tickled her wet feet, and she couldn't resist a near-silent giggle.
"Is something the matter, Inuyasha-oji?" she asked, reaching within a few feet of him: the respectable and honourable distance. She would never go any closer than that to a man – save her husband – unless the circumstances were extremely dire and demanded close proximity.
Inuyasha shook his head to clear it. As he expected, it failed to aid him much, but he forced his mouth to move and push out a reply. "No. Hurry up, Sesshoumaru wants me to make sure you're fed."
She stood still a moment, debating as to what degree of hatred for her he was feeling at that moment. She waited too long. Inuyasha, looking over his shoulder as he neared the palace entrance, shrieked a string of curses at her for her sluggish manner. She made a point of covering her maiden ears from the verbal outpour, and then followed the hanyou out of the gardens.
Inuyasha was silently very grateful for leaving those airy recesses. The rear gardens were too close for comfort... much too close. It frightened him how near he had been to breaking just by standing there a few moments when he fetched the hime.
There was silence for a few minutes before Kagome broke its lulling spell. "Sorry that I'm being a burden. I wasn't hungry this morning." Her mind wheeled with guilt for ensnaring the poor oji with her needy and clinging nature, as was the greatest curse of women.
Her mind then turned to herself. Lately, she noticed her moods were less snappy and violent. Why? Was there a distinct kind of trigger that needed to be pulled for her to break and convulse with wit? If so, where and what was it, and why was it not affecting her now?
"Why'd you miss the meal anyway?" Inuyasha asked, disregarding her attempted apology.
"I...," she paused, "was writing." What else could she say? At least she hadn't lost her bluntness yet.
"In that book of yours?"
She blushed. "Y-yes. It's my... private diary."
Though his back was turned to her and she couldn't see it, Inuyasha's eyes narrowed. "Just what do you write in there?"
Kagome's blush grew wider, and her eyes befriended the wooden floor of the hall. "Things..."
"Like rut?" Inuyasha snapped, spinning around to glare at her.
"Nani?!" Kagome gasped and lifted her gaze from the boards at their feet. She saw his gold orbs piercing her.
"I saw that passage, don't deny it! 'Her whole body was being engulfed by a massive
tide as he pounded into her over and over.' " Inuyasha's eyebrow twitched. He looked like he would explode – or perhaps implode.
Kagome's breath caught in her throat. "You read that...?!"
"What kind of hime – no, WOMAN – writes that kind of kuso?!"
Tears formed in Kagome's eyes. Her lower lip trembled, signaling that her eyelids were threatening to let the tears spill over their brims. She let out a quiet sob, then raised her arm, fire-glazed irises glaring at the hanyou prince.
"You BASTARD!!" she shrieked.
SMACK!!!!
The resonating afterglow of slapping flesh rang poorly along the walls, and Inuyasha found himself the proud owner of a deep red hand print on his left cheek. As he examined the extent of the damage, he heard her words.
"How DARE you read my diary!!! My personal property!! Have you no respect – no DECENCY?!?!"
With that the distraught hime stormed off down the hall and around a corner, leaving behind one extremely pissed off Inu-oji. The hit stung, but Inuyasha had to admit he was more enraged that he could say nothing in his defense: he had none. So, he just stood there.
It took a while for Inuyasha to notice, through the stinging of his cheek, the small entity sucking on his face. He reached up and slapped, immediately wishing he hadn't, for it had been the same cheek that Kagome had hit. He winced and rubbed the sore gently.
"Lord Inuyasha, is something troubling you?" Myouga asked, after recovering from his effective squashing.
"What is her problem?!" Inuyasha growled. "SHE'S the one who wrote that in her diary, and she blows up at ME?!"
"Perhaps," came a voice behind him, "it is the fact behind the words she wrote."
The prince turned, Myouga in hand, to see Kagome's sister standing there, cool and elegant and completely calm. It baffled Inuyasha to no end that the two girls were related. Though his previous encounters with Kagome's sister were rare – including only meals and occasional passings in the hall – he could tell she was the more docile. Perhaps, a little TOO docile.
"What do you mean?" Inuyasha asked, suspicious.
"I mean, Inuyasha-oji, that despite the fact that she may have written some... unorthodox scenes in her diary, it still remains her diary. It is a private and sacred place to store her thoughts and ideas: a way to channel herself. Though she wrote her thoughts down, they were not meant to be seen by eyes other than her own."
"So she wrote something so no one else could read it?" Inuyasha replied, exasperated. "How stupid! If something is supposed to be secret, YOU DON'T WRITE IT DOWN!!"
"What if she wants to make sure she remembers a memory?"
Inuyasha blanched. Was that a memory of Kagome's he had read? No, it couldn't be... her scent was of a virgin. Then, was it... wishful thinking on her part? More than likely, he thought, given her immediate biological state.
Kikyo sighed. The Inu-prince wouldn't get it unless it was laid right out on the table for him. "What has my sister so upset, Inuyasha-oji, is that the book she writes in was given to her by our okaa-san when she was five; it is the only thing she has of her, and Kagome treasures it."
"But she still wrote—!"
"Allow me to explain," Kikyo interrupted. "Okaa-san wrote some of her own memories in the book, so that Kagome would always remember her. Some of them were supposed to be quite intimate, from what I have been told. Others are more innocent and juvenile. The rest of the book was for Kagome to write her own stories in.
"Okaa-san wanted Kagome to know of the world, and of it's pleasures and pains, so she gave her daughter her own written experience to show her."
Inuyasha went pale. All of the sudden, he felt like the most enormous baka in the world – the most cruel and sadistic ass to ever walk the Earth! He didn't wait another second before throwing Myouga carelessly away, and threading through the halls, away and out of the palace grounds.
He needed time to think... time to dwell on his own self-loathing. After all, he, himself, knew the pain of losing a mother, and how precious those possessions she left behind became...
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There you all go! ^_^ Another day, another chappie! Hope you all enjoyed this! See you next time! ^____^