A/N: yes, i have returned to the fandom of inuyasha. And once again, i own nothing, not even his adorable ears.

Ear Fetish

Genre: Romance/general

Rating: M to be safe

I hate riding on Inuyasha. Oh I enjoy the close contact and the sense of security that I feel but I can't stand his ears. I love them so, but remember there's a thin line between love and hate. Yes, it's cliché but you can't deny the truth. I love them so much I hate them.

Strange hun?

They peep out of his hair and swivel around deliciously. I want to tweak them but I remember how much he dislikes it. The last time I did it when he was carrying me, he missed a step and we plummeted to the forest floor. Of course, he broke the fall but he ignored me for days. So they tempt me with their furry soft cuteness and I can do nothing but suppress the urge to throttle Inuyasha for having such adorable ears.

A bird chirped to the left and an ear turns to better catch the sound. My hands twitch at Inuyasha collar and I clench them tightly. The soft baby hairs at the tip of his ears tempt me the most. They look so soft, like Buyo's ears when he was a kitten. Heh. If he knew I was comparing him to a cat, Buyo, nonetheless, he would drop me here and now. So I keep quiet and stare at his ears.

"Ack! Wench, are you trying to choke me to death?" he asks angrily. And I follow his gaze to my arms around his neck, which had been getting progressively tighter and tighter around his neck.

Miroku and Sango have stopped, and Shippo is looking over in concern. "Inuyasha, you probably deserved it." Now normally, he would have sprung at Shippo but he didn't today. He was turned so he could look me in the eyes but I avoided the hurt I saw in them and was looking at his ears, which were focused on me as well. They were intimidating, you know, maybe more so than his amber gaze. They play a big part in protecting us all.

"Feh," he grunts out and begins to turn around. Suddenly, Sango raises her boomerang and swings it with a loud proclamation, "HENTAI!" The unlucky monk whose hand was squeezing her chest flew back a good twenty feet and landed at the base of a tree with a resonating thud. But I barely noticed what was going on because when Sango's booming voice reached Inuyasha's sensitive ears, they pressed against his scalp looking for quiet. And I, in all of my spontaneous stupidity propped myself up and nibbled on the closest one. Now if it lasted a second, I think I could have convinced him it was an accident but with the tip of his ear caught in my teeth, my traitorous tongue darted out to caress it.

He froze but I could not bring myself to do the same. I mean, come on! These are the same ears that have been tempting me since that day I met them, err, I mean him. I doubt that another chance like this will ever appear again, probably since Inuyasha would stay clear of the weird girl who has a fetish for ears so my tongue darted across the outer shell and I settled back down pretending it never happened.

Discreetly, I checked to see if anyone saw. Sango had ridden off with Shippo and Kirara but Miroku was still out cold at the base of the tree. Good. Now, if I could only erase Inuyasha's memory, I'd be set.

The silence was just a tad bit awkward. Of course, that was an understatement. But after dinner, no one felt like saying much. Sango's anger was palpable, and Miroku's swollen jaw prevented him from saying anything at all.

And so it was in discomfort that Kagome got ready for bed. She went under the plush covers of her sleeping bag, cradling Shippo protectively. She looked up and by some coincidence, Inuyasha looked up too. Their eyes met and after some indecision on his part, Inuyasha growled at her huskily, "That was some apology."

A/N: I just couldn't get this out of my head. Does anyone want to know Inuyasha's Point of View?