The title says it all.
Disclaimer: huh-uh
Evil Thing O' The Day: WE NEED MORE TIME TO REHEARSE!! MORE TIME!! MORE TIME, I SAY!!
Late review: no, baka, K wouldn't kiss Inu. Darn you and your short reviews.
Kokuei: I hurried! I hurried! I do believe that's the shortest review I ever got…
Heho evil muses: I am NOT pervy. KOGA is pervy. Yay, O'Neill. Jam all the way! DIE, Pete, DIE! Thor!
Animemistress419: glad you liked it!
Jojodacrow: yeah, I know it was too easy. There actually IS a reason for that, which will be cleared up later…good luck finding a muse! I hear the Three Witches from Macbeth are free…
Torina Archelda: ooh, pretty name…glad you like it, I'll be sure to check out your fics!
On with the insanity…
When the light faded and the strange feeling of moving and not moving disappeared, our protagonists found themselves in the infirmary.
"That explains the stethoscope," Sango commented, dropping said object on the counter. "We'll go talk to K," she directed at Inu-Yasha who nodded absently as he set Kagome down on the examining table. "Come on, monk."
"Sango, wha—" Miroku protested as she led him from the room.
"Baka. They need some time alone, anyone can see it."
"They're not the only ones," he said, leaning over to kiss her.
"Mm…" Sango said. "But we do need to talk to K." Miroku's face fell and she laughed. "All right, all right, I'll give you a rain check. Is that acceptable?"
"Perfect," he said, scooping her up into his arms.
"Ah! Put me down!" Sango half-laughed, half-shrieked.
"Why would I want to do that?" he asked. He bent his head down and kissed her passionately, grinning as she gasped in surprise.
Damn him, she thought weakly. We need to talk to K, he knows as well as I. With a sigh she pushed Miroku away as best she could without him dropping her. "You are evil," Sango informed him.
He grinned wickedly. "Of course I am."
Sango sighed again. She loved his smiles—he really wasn't making this any easier for her. "Put me down or I'll set Kirara on you."
He did so with a disgruntled sigh. "I may be evil, but at least I'm not unfriendly."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" she kissed his cheek, slipping her hand through his. "You still have the rain check, remember?"
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(A/N ooh, Sango dear, you are asking for trouble…)
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Kagome moaned as Inu-Yasha set her on the table and tried to sit up.
"Shh…" Inu-Yasha said, placing his hands on her shoulders and gently forcing her back down. "Lie still and let me examine you."
She smiled wearily at him. "I'm sorry you have to see me so…pathetic. Truthfully, I'm a little embarrassed."
"Shh…" he said again, gently pressing his fingers to her face, her neck, her shoulders and arms, noting each bruise and cut. He gingerly probe the flesh around her breasts, and seemed relieved to move down to her belly (now Miroku, on the other hand, would've…erm, maybe I shouldn't say…). His soft examination continued over her hips and down her legs, which he carefully bathed and bandaged, then ended at her feet.
"Inu-Yasha…" Kagome began, sitting up.
"Stay still," he said, and gently but firmly pushed her down again. "You could have a concussion."
He was lying through his fangs and they both knew it, but Kagome didn't protest—especially when he cupped her cheek in his hand.
"You're beautiful," he said with a tender sort of half-smile, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone. Her eyes closed and she hissed in pain, arching her back briefly. "Sorry…" he said sheepishly, brushing dust away from the bruise he hadn't noticed. "Sorry…" he said again, so quietly it might have been a thought.
"There ye be!" Inu-Yasha jumped and jerked away guiltily to face the woman in the doorway. "Are you all ri—oh…" K trailed off. "Sorry. Don't mind me, I'll just—"
"It's all right, Auntie," Kagome said with a slightly resigned smile.
Inu-Yasha blinked. "You never said she was your aunt!"
"Well, she's not exactly. She's either my fourteenth cousin twice removed, or my second cousin fourteen times removed. I can't remember which…"
"Anyway, it's easier to say 'Aunt'," Kaede finished. "And now I'll leave ye be." She left.
There was a very pregnant pause—Inu-Yasha seemed unable to look at her. Kagome frowned. "Inu-Yasha?"
"Kagome, what am I to you?" he said at last. He turned to face her, but would not meet her eyes.
Kagome was a little startled. Is that what's bothering him? Well, then— She sat up, putting a hand to his cheek, and pressed her lips to his.
For a moment Inu-Yasha was too surprised to respond. Then his arms were around her and he was kissing her hungrily. He caught her lower lip between his teeth, and for a third time Kagome found herself pressed against the chill metal of the examining table. His hands moved down her hips and over her thighs. When they reached the bandages halfway down his eyes flew open and he pulled away.
Kagome sat up, somewhat dazed (A/N .…), and put a hand to her lips. What on—he does that and expects me to just let him run off, does he? she thought, glaring at the door through which her amorous hanyou had made his hasty retreat.
I'll just have to go find him. She slid around and stood up. Her left leg shook treacherously and then buckled—it had received the brunt of Koga's attack. She caught herself on the table and so did not fall. All right, one step at a time. Kagome reached out and grasped the corner of the counter, carefully walked along it until she reached the doorframe. Pausing to be sure she could stand without its support she said aloud to no one in particular, "What the hell was that?"
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"What the hell was that?" Inu-Yasha exploded. "You idiot! Idiot, idiot, idiot!" he raged against himself.
Just then, Shippo came around the corner. Seeing the hanyou shouting, pacing, and gesturing furiously, he decided it would be safer to turn around and make a headlong dash for K's office.
Inu-Yasha, of course, noticed none of this. With a frustrated sigh he sat down and put his head in his hands. Nice going, Yasha. You screwed up royally this time. She kisses you, fine, good, great. But you couldn't keep it under control, could you? The small part of his mind that remained rebelliously logical despite his efforts to change it pointed out that a) it wasn't such a big deal as he was making it, b) it wasn't really his fault demons had much higher levels of testosterone than humans, and 3) Kagome was probably more angry at him for running off than for being overly amorous.
But Inu-Yasha didn't give himself time to listen to his logical side, or to wonder where it had come up with A, B, and 3. He continued to berate himself, Idiot, idiot, idiot, until he was repeating the word without really thinking about it. Idiot, idiot, idiot…idiot, idiot, idiot…idiot, idiot, id—
"There you are," Kagome said, half crouching, half falling to sit next to him.
Inu-Yasha turned a rather stunning shade of scarlet. "Kagome! You should be…uh…resting! Yeah! And I should be…uh—"
"Hold it," she said, catching him before he could stand. "We need to talk. And besides"—here she made a face—"I don't think I can get up without your help."
So a very nervous Inu-Yasha pulled Kagome to her feet and helped her back to the infirmary. He made sure she was seated on the table again and turned to go.
"No, Inu-Yasha," Kagome said, catching him again. "Why are you running away?"
He looked at her in disbelief. "Because I kissed you!"
"Actually, I kissed you," she pointed out. "What are you so afraid of? I'm not made of glass, Inu-Yasha." She grinned slyly. "I can take a little rough handling."
"But it was too rough!"
"Well, maybe. It was our first real kiss—"
"And you're injured!" He seemed bent on incriminating himself.
Kagome laughed. "Yes, Inu-Yasha, I am injured. But that doesn't change what I feel." She pulled his wrists so he was leaning with his hands on either side of her hips, standing between her knees. "You want to try again?"
He kissed her slowly. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"How was that?"
Kagome laughed, wrinkling her nose at him. "Much better."
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Myriadragon: And all is right in the world…
Ariel: [flies up to author, carrying several pieces of paper, and whispers in her ear]
Myriadragon: WHAT?!?!?! You can't be serious… [looks over papers]
Ariel: [seriously] I'm afraid so…the Tech Sprites found them while they were cleaning, and Puck really likes them, so he's demanding that you—
Myriadragon: No! Don't say it! And things were going so well, too…All right, folks, I have bad news.
Readers: Uh-oh…
Myriadragon: Apparently the Sundry Tech Sprites have found an outline for six more chapters (at the very least) describing how Naraku is defeated, and Puck has decided that he really wants to put his fae mind to them, so we cannot leave you on this happy note. And…[shuffles through papers]…oh dear, things are going to get pretty bad here for a while. [sighs] Damn faerie…oh well folks, hold on to your hats, because my muses are rarin' to go…
Well, I may give you a few days to savor this while I work out the glitches with my manic muses, and then I would advise you to prepare yourselves for some angst.
Remember, Elephants Very Intelligently Examine Windows!
--Myriadragon