Across Time part 4
Hello everyone. I don't really have an excuse for not posting last week other than my largest amount of
free time I had last week was spent talking to someone. I wouldn't be too upset with that someone
because if it wasn't for her, you wouldn't even be reading this :P
-moon-neko-princess- Actually these chapters are longer than the earlier chapters of TFAC. You're just
spoiled on the later chapters and besides I'm not getting as many reviews ;) Have fun at Anime con and
the transformation thing was just Shippo's kitsune magic. No secret or anything.
-Shadow Wraith- All of that is going to be answered, but not in this chapter I'm afraid. You'll have to
wait a few.
-lilemmy- All of that is answered later in the fic. You can guess some of it by little hints in the
chapters though.
-lizziebordon- The transformation is Kitsune magic, hence the leaf.
-Admiral Biatch- _ _ Actually its not because of the violence. Its for mature content that was only
brushed on in TFAC.
-Choco- Its coming, just not this chapter.
-junyortrakr- That will be answered soon.
-inuficcrzy- A few more chapters till Miroku and Sango's tale is told.
-Stardust423- Leaves are part of Kitsune magic.
-jazmam45- The house thing will be explained later, among other things.
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Kagome followed Inuyasha as he led the way upstairs. Shippo, for one reason or another, announced
he'd stay downstairs and wait before heading off to parts unknown in the house. Kagome stood on the small
wooden balcony overlooking the hallway below as Inuyasha unlocked, which Kagome noticed he really did open
by sticking the tip of his finger inside the lock and using his claw, the door and let her in, his face
hiding any hint of an explanation about what had happened moments ago below. Kagome walked inside and
looked around. It seemed the whole upstairs was a bedroom. To the far right was a hallway that led farther
towards the front of the house, no doubt where the the previously offered bathroom was.
"Who's room is this?" Kagome asked as Inuyasha moved to her side, watching her. "Mine." he replied,
diverting his gaze when she glanced towards him, only to continue his staring when she looked away. It
certainly wasn't what Kagome would have envisioned Inuyasha's room looking like. All of the walls were
wallpapered or painted, she wasn't certain, to resemble a forest, complete with an animal here and there. The
floor was covered in a rug that was colored different colors of brown and the back wall was lined with two
large windows that spanned most of the wall. In between them was a double glass door with a balcony beyond that
overlooked a backyard much similar to the front.
This Kagome could understand, considering Inuyasha had lived in and preferred the outdoors. What she
wouldn't have expected in his room was the gigantic bed that dominated the left side of it It was easily wide
enough to fit five or six people comfortably, lengthwise as well. It was covered in a bed sheet that was white
and seemed to glitter depending how she looked at it. It looked extremely comfortable, far more so than her
own, and Kagome felt the urge to go lay on it, just to see if it was as pleasant to rest on as it was to look
at. It was perfectly made with not a single wrinkle on the entire thing, and all of the pillows on headrest
seemed to be identically fluffed. Above the headrest the sheathed Tetsusaiga was hung.
Kagome moved her eyes of the enticing bed and continued her quick inspection. Beside her, Inuyasha
didn't seem in any rush for her to hurry and bathe, an oddity for him. The rest of the room was sparsely
decorated. There was a closet to the left of the bed and on the far right of the room was a large brown
clothing dresser with an oval vanity mirror on top. There were various knick-knacks on the top of the dresser,
all of seemed like they had never been touched, the fact that there was a layer of dust covering them
contributed to this notion. In fact, besides the bed everything in the room seemed to have dust on it from
lack of use, even the door knobs behind her. The fact that it was such a... normal, if big, room was what
made it not seem like a place where Inuyasha, or anyone with a shred of personality for that matter, would
take up residence. It was almost like a hotel room, decorated but not decorated to an individual's style.
There wasn't a punching bag or a large collection of weapons or anything of the violent sort besides the
Tetsusaiga. To Kagome it looked more like a display to accentuate the bed than an actual place someone might
live.
Finished with her inspection, Kagome turned back to Inuyasha and nearly bumped into him in the process.
Inuyasha, who had moved closer to her almost subconsciously, stepped back hastily then moved towards the
dresser. "The bathrooms in there, use whatever you want. I'll leave the clothes on the bed." he said with his
back turned to her and gesturing towards the hallway that Kagome had previously spotted. Kagome watched him
for a moment, wondering about his slightly stranger than normal behavior before dismissing it. After all, he had
lived for five hundred years while she had aged only three weeks. In fact, it was probably unusual that he
seemed exactly like she remembered him, with a strange action or two.
"All right, thank you." Kagome glanced at the back of Inuyasha's kimono, remembering the offending ice
cream that was still on the front. "What about you? Aren't you going to clean up?" she asked as she made her way
towards the hallway. Kagome heard a drawer open and the rustling of clothing as she turned to her right and
stepped onto the marble floor of the hallway. "Downstairs." He replied, glancing at her once her back was
turned. Kagome made her way down the short hall, which turned sharply to the left. In the continuing hallway,
there was a dusty sink and a mirror next to a window, which like all the others was covered by closed blinds.
There was also an old fashion laundry shoot conveniently placed on the other wall, in which Kagome would deposit
her dirty clothing after she had bathed. The hall opened up after a sliding door into the bathroom.
Like everything she had seen in the house so far, it was spacious. There was both a shower, surrounded
by translucent glass, and a large bathtub, complete with a whirlpool setting judging by it. Kagome ran her
finger over the bathtub/hot tub and looked at it with an amused smile. The amount of dust that covered it made her
wonder if Inuyasha had ever changed his bathing habits in the past five centuries.
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Kagome hummed softly, feeling much better being free from the sugary substance, as she made her way clad in
a brown towel out of the hall and across the room to the glittering bed. The door to downstairs was open, but
she paid it no mind as she passed. As she had already dried off in the other room, Kagome removed her towel when she
reached the bed. She inspected the clothing laid out for her on the bed and had to agree with Shippo, it seemed
Inuyasha's fashion sense was a bit out of date, if the clothing he had picked for her had ever been in style at all..
With a shrug she tossed her now unused towel over her shoulder and began to dress. She was willing to forgive him
for the crime of being color bind and possessing no fashion sense, after all they were still better than walking
around in a towel, though she wasn't sure how she felt about the fact that the bra Inuyasha had picked out was
two sizes larger than what she normally wore...
Kagome straightened her new clothing out as she turned to pick up her discarded towel. Her towel, however,
was not there. She glanced around the room a bit perplexed. "I could have sworn that's where I tossed it.." she said
to herself. 'I guess Inuyasha will find it.' Kagome decided as her gaze ended up back on the bed, which seemed to
sparkle in invitation. Kagome again felt the urge to lay down, just for a moment. It was almost if the bed was
made so she could do just that and was calling to her to fulfill its purpose. She glanced at the wrinkles that her
dressing had caused already as she hmmmmed in indecision. 'I guess it couldn't hurt, just for a second.' she decided.
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Meanwhile, just outside of the room, pressed against the wall of the balcony connected to the stairs, inches
away from the entrance to the bedroom, was Inuyasha clutching a fuzzy brown towel as he panted heavily. He
mentally called himself every curse word possible, and added several pages to the dictionary of curses as well.
'What the hell was I doing!? I shouldn't have let her in there!' He thought gripping the towel tighter. Even as he
thought those words he knew the truth. He had known exactly what he had been doing from the start, choosing instead
to stay in denial. It was true Inuyasha hadn't aged physically in the past 500 years, but his instinctive time table
hadn't slowed at all. Inuyasha had known it was coming, though he had hoped that Kagome's time wouldn't be far in
the future. Unfortunately, five hundred years was just a bit after the point in his life where it was time to hunt
for a mate, that point being somewhere in the early 1600s. At first it hadn't been so bad, he found a secluded cave
for his den which he kept clear of other inhabitants and made a 'nest' out of the best animal pelts he could find,
having an attractive nest to please potential mates was the most prominent urge at the time, and when spring came
around he'd keep his distance from female youkai.
This system worked well for a while, and when humans began to expand he had built a cottage on the edge of
the rapidly growing Edo, though he rarely visited. But Edo wasn't growing or advancing fast enough to fit what
Inuyasha remembered of Kagome's time and Inuyasha's situation got worse. The urge to have a mate soon changed to an
actual need, one that became more and more painful to bear over time, and his only relief was on the New Moons, where
the need was much weaker. And bear it he did for many decades, to the point of insanity. At that point, where even
rocks were looking like acceptable mates, Inuyasha took the only path open to him that would leave him still eligible
when his journey across time was finally over, he convinced his youkai half that Kagome was his mate.
Instead of the relief he had expected to get from this decision, it did just the opposite. His instincts
weren't so easily placated, his need was no longer for anyone, but for a specific someone, someone who didn't
even exist yet. Proof that she was his mate, or at least willing to was needed. He needed to be able to touch
her, smell her, and eventually mate with her, none of which were possible in the mid 1800s. His decision did let
him exist normally for the most part though, except during springs. Springs had always been the worst time and now
was no exception. His instincts weren't playing around anymore, he needed relief, and if his supposed mate wasn't
going to appear, then another mate would be found. He literally had to lock himself away, far away from anything
remotely female. It was there he did something that he was far from proud of but it had been the only way, he
pleasured himself and fantasized about Kagome.
In the next century and a half Inuyasha was fairly sure that he had covered all possible, and most of
the impossible, scenarios to make love to someone at least once. It had made the pain lessen and strengthen at
the same time, but it had kept him sane. When the 1960's came around Inuyasha was overwhelmingly relieved that
Kagome would finally be in his life again, in more way than one by spring preferably. The thought that she might
reject him after his long wait had become almost foreign to him. Despite all of this, walking in on her naked
wasn't exactly what he had planned. In fact the reason he had come up in the first place was to invite her to
go out to breakfast with him the next morning. How he would court her when he finally found her again had been
one of his major pastimes over the years. As the world around him had evolved so had his plans. They were extreme
in their detail, five hundred years does that, all the way down to what he would order at a restraunt and how
big of a tip he'd leave for the waiter.
But those plans had flown out the widow when he had walked through the open doorway and any thought of
breakfast had vanished the moment he had caught sight of her beautiful form. Years of suppressed and diverted needs
had rushed forward to be heard and the last thing he remembered thinking before he had silently stalked towards her
was that his imagination had been far below par all these years. Inuyasha didn't even want to think of what he
would have done if that towel hadn't collided with his face and knocked some sense into him, which he had used to
beat a hasty retreat.
His breathing had returned to normal and Inuyasha was about to make his way to the safety of downstairs
when he heard something that made his eyes widen in horror and desire. The sound of a body laying down on a
certain sparkly 'nest' in his 'den'. Inuyasha's hands, which were pressed against the wall he was against, one
still holding the blanket, started to press a lot harder. The plaster cracked and spider webbed out from the points
of pressure. Kagome had just done something far more seductive than simple nudity. In all youkai standards by
laying on that bed she had just accepted the offer to mate that it was made for. If this had happened 400 years
ago Inuyasha would have been able to resist, but it had been too long and all he could do was mentally protest
that she didn't understand as he dropped the towel and slid into the room, a soft growl rumbling from his throat,
though it was too low for Kagome to hear.
He made his way towards the bed, which Kagome was laying comfortably face down on, which was fine by the
the instincts that were now temporarily in control of Inuyasha's body. Kagome was unknowingly saved from what
would obviously have occurred next by a rabid flying 13 year old looking Kitsune, who landed on Inuyasha's back and
sunk his still pointy teeth into an unsuspecting ear. Inuyasha clenched his teeth, but a soft yip still made it
through. Kagome turned her head to see the source of the noise and then hastily got up, looking a bit embarrassed.
"I'm sorry Inuyasha, it was just so comfortable looking, I'll fix it." Kagome said, not noticing Shippo's assault
on his person, as she grabbed the nearest edge of the bedspread and straightened it out.
Inuyasha, who had regained control thanks to Shippo, who was still gnawing off his ear just in case,
simply gave a weak keh. It didn't take Kagome long to return the bed to its previous perfection, the bedspread
nearly seemed to magically fix itself, and she turned to face Inuyasha. Satisfied that it was safe, Shippo finally
released Inuyasha's abused ear right before Kagome turned. "All done." she said with a cheerful smile. Shippo
grinned from his position on Inuyasha, who simply folded his arms and turned away, eager to get her out of there
as soon as possible. "Lets go downstairs." Shippo suggested, hopping off Inuyasha. Kagome nodded and started to
walk towards the door, but stopped when she passed Inuyasha. She glanced at his kimono in confusion. "Inuyasha
where did the ice cream go?"
Inuyasha glanced down at himself. "I cleaned it off." he replied. "But how? You were covered in it."
Kagome prodded. It had simply been to short of a time for it to go through a washer and dryer. Inuyasha simply gave
her a fanged smirk and Shippo sighed. "Don't ask, I'm not even sure how he does it." Kagome smiled and nodded
before heading out the door and down the stairs. The two waited for several moments until she was out of sight and
hearing range, for a human. Then, Inuyasha gave the boy a whack, though gentler than usual. "I could have stopped
myself." Inuyasha grumbled as he made his way out. Shippo rubbed his head and rolled his eyes. "Sure Inuyasha.
Whatever you say." he said as he followed, picking up the discarded towel before making his way down the stairs.
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There you guys go. Not my favorite chapter but oh well.
Hello everyone. I don't really have an excuse for not posting last week other than my largest amount of
free time I had last week was spent talking to someone. I wouldn't be too upset with that someone
because if it wasn't for her, you wouldn't even be reading this :P
-moon-neko-princess- Actually these chapters are longer than the earlier chapters of TFAC. You're just
spoiled on the later chapters and besides I'm not getting as many reviews ;) Have fun at Anime con and
the transformation thing was just Shippo's kitsune magic. No secret or anything.
-Shadow Wraith- All of that is going to be answered, but not in this chapter I'm afraid. You'll have to
wait a few.
-lilemmy- All of that is answered later in the fic. You can guess some of it by little hints in the
chapters though.
-lizziebordon- The transformation is Kitsune magic, hence the leaf.
-Admiral Biatch- _ _ Actually its not because of the violence. Its for mature content that was only
brushed on in TFAC.
-Choco- Its coming, just not this chapter.
-junyortrakr- That will be answered soon.
-inuficcrzy- A few more chapters till Miroku and Sango's tale is told.
-Stardust423- Leaves are part of Kitsune magic.
-jazmam45- The house thing will be explained later, among other things.
-
-
-
Kagome followed Inuyasha as he led the way upstairs. Shippo, for one reason or another, announced
he'd stay downstairs and wait before heading off to parts unknown in the house. Kagome stood on the small
wooden balcony overlooking the hallway below as Inuyasha unlocked, which Kagome noticed he really did open
by sticking the tip of his finger inside the lock and using his claw, the door and let her in, his face
hiding any hint of an explanation about what had happened moments ago below. Kagome walked inside and
looked around. It seemed the whole upstairs was a bedroom. To the far right was a hallway that led farther
towards the front of the house, no doubt where the the previously offered bathroom was.
"Who's room is this?" Kagome asked as Inuyasha moved to her side, watching her. "Mine." he replied,
diverting his gaze when she glanced towards him, only to continue his staring when she looked away. It
certainly wasn't what Kagome would have envisioned Inuyasha's room looking like. All of the walls were
wallpapered or painted, she wasn't certain, to resemble a forest, complete with an animal here and there. The
floor was covered in a rug that was colored different colors of brown and the back wall was lined with two
large windows that spanned most of the wall. In between them was a double glass door with a balcony beyond that
overlooked a backyard much similar to the front.
This Kagome could understand, considering Inuyasha had lived in and preferred the outdoors. What she
wouldn't have expected in his room was the gigantic bed that dominated the left side of it It was easily wide
enough to fit five or six people comfortably, lengthwise as well. It was covered in a bed sheet that was white
and seemed to glitter depending how she looked at it. It looked extremely comfortable, far more so than her
own, and Kagome felt the urge to go lay on it, just to see if it was as pleasant to rest on as it was to look
at. It was perfectly made with not a single wrinkle on the entire thing, and all of the pillows on headrest
seemed to be identically fluffed. Above the headrest the sheathed Tetsusaiga was hung.
Kagome moved her eyes of the enticing bed and continued her quick inspection. Beside her, Inuyasha
didn't seem in any rush for her to hurry and bathe, an oddity for him. The rest of the room was sparsely
decorated. There was a closet to the left of the bed and on the far right of the room was a large brown
clothing dresser with an oval vanity mirror on top. There were various knick-knacks on the top of the dresser,
all of seemed like they had never been touched, the fact that there was a layer of dust covering them
contributed to this notion. In fact, besides the bed everything in the room seemed to have dust on it from
lack of use, even the door knobs behind her. The fact that it was such a... normal, if big, room was what
made it not seem like a place where Inuyasha, or anyone with a shred of personality for that matter, would
take up residence. It was almost like a hotel room, decorated but not decorated to an individual's style.
There wasn't a punching bag or a large collection of weapons or anything of the violent sort besides the
Tetsusaiga. To Kagome it looked more like a display to accentuate the bed than an actual place someone might
live.
Finished with her inspection, Kagome turned back to Inuyasha and nearly bumped into him in the process.
Inuyasha, who had moved closer to her almost subconsciously, stepped back hastily then moved towards the
dresser. "The bathrooms in there, use whatever you want. I'll leave the clothes on the bed." he said with his
back turned to her and gesturing towards the hallway that Kagome had previously spotted. Kagome watched him
for a moment, wondering about his slightly stranger than normal behavior before dismissing it. After all, he had
lived for five hundred years while she had aged only three weeks. In fact, it was probably unusual that he
seemed exactly like she remembered him, with a strange action or two.
"All right, thank you." Kagome glanced at the back of Inuyasha's kimono, remembering the offending ice
cream that was still on the front. "What about you? Aren't you going to clean up?" she asked as she made her way
towards the hallway. Kagome heard a drawer open and the rustling of clothing as she turned to her right and
stepped onto the marble floor of the hallway. "Downstairs." He replied, glancing at her once her back was
turned. Kagome made her way down the short hall, which turned sharply to the left. In the continuing hallway,
there was a dusty sink and a mirror next to a window, which like all the others was covered by closed blinds.
There was also an old fashion laundry shoot conveniently placed on the other wall, in which Kagome would deposit
her dirty clothing after she had bathed. The hall opened up after a sliding door into the bathroom.
Like everything she had seen in the house so far, it was spacious. There was both a shower, surrounded
by translucent glass, and a large bathtub, complete with a whirlpool setting judging by it. Kagome ran her
finger over the bathtub/hot tub and looked at it with an amused smile. The amount of dust that covered it made her
wonder if Inuyasha had ever changed his bathing habits in the past five centuries.
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Kagome hummed softly, feeling much better being free from the sugary substance, as she made her way clad in
a brown towel out of the hall and across the room to the glittering bed. The door to downstairs was open, but
she paid it no mind as she passed. As she had already dried off in the other room, Kagome removed her towel when she
reached the bed. She inspected the clothing laid out for her on the bed and had to agree with Shippo, it seemed
Inuyasha's fashion sense was a bit out of date, if the clothing he had picked for her had ever been in style at all..
With a shrug she tossed her now unused towel over her shoulder and began to dress. She was willing to forgive him
for the crime of being color bind and possessing no fashion sense, after all they were still better than walking
around in a towel, though she wasn't sure how she felt about the fact that the bra Inuyasha had picked out was
two sizes larger than what she normally wore...
Kagome straightened her new clothing out as she turned to pick up her discarded towel. Her towel, however,
was not there. She glanced around the room a bit perplexed. "I could have sworn that's where I tossed it.." she said
to herself. 'I guess Inuyasha will find it.' Kagome decided as her gaze ended up back on the bed, which seemed to
sparkle in invitation. Kagome again felt the urge to lay down, just for a moment. It was almost if the bed was
made so she could do just that and was calling to her to fulfill its purpose. She glanced at the wrinkles that her
dressing had caused already as she hmmmmed in indecision. 'I guess it couldn't hurt, just for a second.' she decided.
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Meanwhile, just outside of the room, pressed against the wall of the balcony connected to the stairs, inches
away from the entrance to the bedroom, was Inuyasha clutching a fuzzy brown towel as he panted heavily. He
mentally called himself every curse word possible, and added several pages to the dictionary of curses as well.
'What the hell was I doing!? I shouldn't have let her in there!' He thought gripping the towel tighter. Even as he
thought those words he knew the truth. He had known exactly what he had been doing from the start, choosing instead
to stay in denial. It was true Inuyasha hadn't aged physically in the past 500 years, but his instinctive time table
hadn't slowed at all. Inuyasha had known it was coming, though he had hoped that Kagome's time wouldn't be far in
the future. Unfortunately, five hundred years was just a bit after the point in his life where it was time to hunt
for a mate, that point being somewhere in the early 1600s. At first it hadn't been so bad, he found a secluded cave
for his den which he kept clear of other inhabitants and made a 'nest' out of the best animal pelts he could find,
having an attractive nest to please potential mates was the most prominent urge at the time, and when spring came
around he'd keep his distance from female youkai.
This system worked well for a while, and when humans began to expand he had built a cottage on the edge of
the rapidly growing Edo, though he rarely visited. But Edo wasn't growing or advancing fast enough to fit what
Inuyasha remembered of Kagome's time and Inuyasha's situation got worse. The urge to have a mate soon changed to an
actual need, one that became more and more painful to bear over time, and his only relief was on the New Moons, where
the need was much weaker. And bear it he did for many decades, to the point of insanity. At that point, where even
rocks were looking like acceptable mates, Inuyasha took the only path open to him that would leave him still eligible
when his journey across time was finally over, he convinced his youkai half that Kagome was his mate.
Instead of the relief he had expected to get from this decision, it did just the opposite. His instincts
weren't so easily placated, his need was no longer for anyone, but for a specific someone, someone who didn't
even exist yet. Proof that she was his mate, or at least willing to was needed. He needed to be able to touch
her, smell her, and eventually mate with her, none of which were possible in the mid 1800s. His decision did let
him exist normally for the most part though, except during springs. Springs had always been the worst time and now
was no exception. His instincts weren't playing around anymore, he needed relief, and if his supposed mate wasn't
going to appear, then another mate would be found. He literally had to lock himself away, far away from anything
remotely female. It was there he did something that he was far from proud of but it had been the only way, he
pleasured himself and fantasized about Kagome.
In the next century and a half Inuyasha was fairly sure that he had covered all possible, and most of
the impossible, scenarios to make love to someone at least once. It had made the pain lessen and strengthen at
the same time, but it had kept him sane. When the 1960's came around Inuyasha was overwhelmingly relieved that
Kagome would finally be in his life again, in more way than one by spring preferably. The thought that she might
reject him after his long wait had become almost foreign to him. Despite all of this, walking in on her naked
wasn't exactly what he had planned. In fact the reason he had come up in the first place was to invite her to
go out to breakfast with him the next morning. How he would court her when he finally found her again had been
one of his major pastimes over the years. As the world around him had evolved so had his plans. They were extreme
in their detail, five hundred years does that, all the way down to what he would order at a restraunt and how
big of a tip he'd leave for the waiter.
But those plans had flown out the widow when he had walked through the open doorway and any thought of
breakfast had vanished the moment he had caught sight of her beautiful form. Years of suppressed and diverted needs
had rushed forward to be heard and the last thing he remembered thinking before he had silently stalked towards her
was that his imagination had been far below par all these years. Inuyasha didn't even want to think of what he
would have done if that towel hadn't collided with his face and knocked some sense into him, which he had used to
beat a hasty retreat.
His breathing had returned to normal and Inuyasha was about to make his way to the safety of downstairs
when he heard something that made his eyes widen in horror and desire. The sound of a body laying down on a
certain sparkly 'nest' in his 'den'. Inuyasha's hands, which were pressed against the wall he was against, one
still holding the blanket, started to press a lot harder. The plaster cracked and spider webbed out from the points
of pressure. Kagome had just done something far more seductive than simple nudity. In all youkai standards by
laying on that bed she had just accepted the offer to mate that it was made for. If this had happened 400 years
ago Inuyasha would have been able to resist, but it had been too long and all he could do was mentally protest
that she didn't understand as he dropped the towel and slid into the room, a soft growl rumbling from his throat,
though it was too low for Kagome to hear.
He made his way towards the bed, which Kagome was laying comfortably face down on, which was fine by the
the instincts that were now temporarily in control of Inuyasha's body. Kagome was unknowingly saved from what
would obviously have occurred next by a rabid flying 13 year old looking Kitsune, who landed on Inuyasha's back and
sunk his still pointy teeth into an unsuspecting ear. Inuyasha clenched his teeth, but a soft yip still made it
through. Kagome turned her head to see the source of the noise and then hastily got up, looking a bit embarrassed.
"I'm sorry Inuyasha, it was just so comfortable looking, I'll fix it." Kagome said, not noticing Shippo's assault
on his person, as she grabbed the nearest edge of the bedspread and straightened it out.
Inuyasha, who had regained control thanks to Shippo, who was still gnawing off his ear just in case,
simply gave a weak keh. It didn't take Kagome long to return the bed to its previous perfection, the bedspread
nearly seemed to magically fix itself, and she turned to face Inuyasha. Satisfied that it was safe, Shippo finally
released Inuyasha's abused ear right before Kagome turned. "All done." she said with a cheerful smile. Shippo
grinned from his position on Inuyasha, who simply folded his arms and turned away, eager to get her out of there
as soon as possible. "Lets go downstairs." Shippo suggested, hopping off Inuyasha. Kagome nodded and started to
walk towards the door, but stopped when she passed Inuyasha. She glanced at his kimono in confusion. "Inuyasha
where did the ice cream go?"
Inuyasha glanced down at himself. "I cleaned it off." he replied. "But how? You were covered in it."
Kagome prodded. It had simply been to short of a time for it to go through a washer and dryer. Inuyasha simply gave
her a fanged smirk and Shippo sighed. "Don't ask, I'm not even sure how he does it." Kagome smiled and nodded
before heading out the door and down the stairs. The two waited for several moments until she was out of sight and
hearing range, for a human. Then, Inuyasha gave the boy a whack, though gentler than usual. "I could have stopped
myself." Inuyasha grumbled as he made his way out. Shippo rubbed his head and rolled his eyes. "Sure Inuyasha.
Whatever you say." he said as he followed, picking up the discarded towel before making his way down the stairs.
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There you guys go. Not my favorite chapter but oh well.