Chapter three

Disclaimer: Hello everyone! Hope you're having a nice day! cough cough I must confess that I have stolen Inuyasha from Rumiko takahashi since she refused to sell him to me. Muhahaha! But did she think that'd get in my way? Never. Never! Inuyasha is mine! All of him! From the tip of his non-exisistent tail, up the the fuzzies on his ears!

Okay, no more funny stuff. I don't own Inuyasha. 

On wit da fic!

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," he whispered, still nibbling like a little cat. "I just want to tell you before you ask, no, I cannot give you a show of my stupid powers. I can't use them… yet." He finally let go, but not without the tiniest of a stroke on her derriere (uh-oh, the Miroku spirit is kicking in, I'm sure you can guess what is previous question was). He found himself hanging on to Serafin's tail for dear life, a slap mark on his face and two singed holes in his clothes; the Contour was set to full power.

"Ugh! Y-You… You're despicable! How can you even touch a girl like that, you sicko? I suggest you hang on tight until we get to your village, because if you fall do not expect us to go after you, got that?"
He didn't answer. His thoughts at the moment were filled with other… boyish fantasies.

Next time I'll go for upper, he thought to himself. (Hopefully ya know what I mean.)
The journey continued for about an hour, and Kimihiro had to admit that she was impressed at how long he had managed to cling on. But her anger just built up more. She had trusted him for a moment, and he proved himself to be just like the boys in school.

"Hey!" he yelled out.

"Pervert." That was her answer. They finally slid to a bumpy stop right in front of the village (can you feel Kai's pain yet?): or at least Serafin said it was.

"Man, Fin! I can't see anything but forest over here! Are you sure this is his village?"

serafin nodded, slamming her tail into the ground, nearly burying him into the sandy soil. He barely made a sound, simply dodging her tail when it came down again, stretching out, then scrambling to an area with less brush. Reaching out into a pocket in his kimono, he pulled out a small penknife. Kimihiro stared at him as though he were crazy, but then he looked at it, cut a square into the ground, and waited casually.

Kimihiro shrieked, as it seemed to quadruple in size into a very threatening weapon, with a long, slender blade at the top, but a body like a spear. It was a metallic gold, with bright red and yellow feathers at the top, as though to cover up the blade.

"Cool…" she whispered, pulling a hand through her hair. He turned to her and smiled. "Glad you think so. Stand back."
Her anger failed to fade, but she still took a step back as he brandished the sword-spear and sliced the bush down, beckoning for Kimihiro to follow, then staring Serafin right in the eye and saying, "You can come if you want, but I assure you, a Seraphim creature and a Hinoshiba girl will attract plenty of attention in this place."
Serafin groaned, having been there and done that years before, and knowing what he meant. Yes, she had had to go through it with India, and the children, who she was sure had good intentions, had tugged on her hair and tail, demanded piggy-back rides.

"Yea, I think you're right. I'll stay put." She curled up into a ball, then closed her eyes. "I seriously need a nap."

Kimihiro stared at Serafin, then glared at the boy. How was she supposed to leave with him? Alone? She frowned, biting her lip.

"I'll stay too."
"No you will not," Serafin said, bored. "I want to go fishing afterwards, and I don't need a tag-along little girl bugging me."
Glaring at the Beast, Kimihiro adjusted the Contour on her arm as a warning to him, making sure she flashed the shock jolt boosters up at him. Then, swinging her pack over one shoulder, she trudged up to him, putting a finger to his face.

"I'm warning you, Kawaichi Chosen, if you try any funny stuff, you'll find that I don't care who or what you are when I kill you."
He laughed, and she almost found herself smiling, but kept her stern face. So it was contagiously cute. Ha Ha. She could do it too.

"Oh," he said, "you'll find that I won't be the one doing all the 'funny stuff.'"
she humphed. He wasn't going to scare her, not one bit.

He brandished his sword-spear again, but this time he just stuck it in the ground and dusted off the square. It turned into a penknife again, and he pocketed it, smirking. She flushed. The nerve of that show-off.

Within a second, he cleared away some ivy with his hands, revealing a tall gate that lead to a clearing that was visible in between the worn, old wood that it consisted of. Knocking impatiently, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, then began whistling. She fumed. He was intending to just stand there, as though nothing had happened, after dragging her all the way over to his tribal village for whatever dumb reason…

He stopped whistling, looking down at her.

"Kimihiro."
She blushed lightly. He remembered her name, at least.

"Sorry about the little thing that happened back there. I think Koji's rubbing off on me."
She stared at him, puzzled. "Who's Ko—"

Kimihiro froze as the gate opened and a boy slightly older than Kai stood behind it.

"Chitsuko," she said under her breath, "All the boys over here are beautiful, aren't they? And I thought I'd seen it all when I first saw him…"
She smiled weakly, receiving a mischievous one back from him, a manic glint in his deep green eyes. Green again. Hmph—it confused her, why so many green eyed boys in Japan? Of course, his dark hair hung over his eyes, shading them slightly, so that was probably why they seemed darker… but still.

"Brother," Kai murmured. "Didn't expect you to be the one to open the door."
He smiled sheepishly. "You know I couldn't resist, Kai! Seeing you get high off of apple juice is enough to make a dog laugh."
A deep red came to her cheeks as she realized what he meant. "You!" She screamed, clenching her fists, "Chitsuko omeda! You evil little twit! You put that stuff in his drink, didn't you? Oh… I oughta…! He touched my cushions, for crying out loud!"
'Koji' broke out into a deep laugh. Apparently this was very funny to him, but the grim looks on both Kai and Kimihiro's faces said that he was going to die- sooner than he might've liked to. Right when Kimihiro had her hand on top of the smooth, ebony dial of her Contour to shoot him, he stopped, and took her hands in his.

"Oh, so sorry. How could I be so rude! I didn't greet the lady, did I? Koji, and you?"
"Kimihiro Hinoshiba."
His grin grew as he heard her last name. "Ah, you are a Hinoshiba, then? All right. In that case, may ask a favor of you?"
"What?"
"Would you do me the honors of bearing my ch—"

Kai stopped him, his fists clenching. "She's with me. I'm going to take her around a bit."
But Kimihiro had already figured it out. Blushing even more, she turned to him, her hand balled into a fist. Oh, I promise… if we weren't in the tribal villages right now I'd massacre him… But instead…

"All of you are womanizer-wannabes, aren't you?"

He smiled, running his hand through his bangs as though he wanted to look at her clearly.

"Excuse me, but I am not a wannabe. I am one. But he isn't it," pointing at Kai, of course, "Doesn't even flirt. I have to push him into situations like that, and then make the girl take control. Seriously, bro, how do intend to get a woman to like you enough in two years to make 'em wed you if you can't even manage a 'hey'?"
He blushed, punching him on the shoulder. "I am not intending to do anything. I'll woo some chic, the one who seems right. And if I'm eighteen and I still haven't made up my mind, I'll leave, and then they can't make me marry anyone."
She blushed at this 'marriage' conversation. Gosh, can't they see I'm here? Just go on and on about hooking up with girls when there's one right in front of you…

Marriage? What the heck? Yea, I know, I have some freaky ideas, but you'll understand it later. I've already get this entire plot set up, I've even drawn pics for it all, it's all just bliss… There won't be much lemon, only one chappie, and there is hardly any language (for crying out loud, my 5 year old sis would freak if there was, that part is for her sake), so you might be wondering why it's rated M. You will see why around chapter 15, though… cough cough