Chapter 3
Ok, this is the third chapther of my story, Its been written for a while but now I can type it. From now on i'll have to start writing again. And thanks for such kind reveiws bows at the waist, smiling I wasn't expecting ANY. Oh well... but the way, this story contains graphic material, i'm not sure if i'll put in a lemon, maybe, but not now. It's just hopefully heavy fluff. Sorry for anyone's discomfort.
Disclaimer thing: I do not own Inu-Yasha or anything related to it besides this story and a few pictures I drew.
Sigh.. Inu-Yasha's so lucky. He gets so much positive attention from Kagome, and all I get is a slap from Sango. He gets more powerfu, with every battle, and all I get is weaker from the use of my wind tunnel. It has gotten wider. I'll have to tell Sango soon, when she's ready... when she's ready...
-reasonings of a wise, young monk.
Kagome left for home that afternoon, leaving Inu-Yasha to sulk. Inu-Yasha was in such a bad mood, like he wanted to say something, but couldn't, Sango and Miroku speculated it was because they had caught the couple.
Three days passed, leaving tonite the night of the full moon, when Inu-Yasha lost his demonic powers, so they had to be careful. (I would like to add the japanese word for demonic, buit i'm not sure what it is)
When Kagome came back that afternoon, Inu-Yasha stayed strangly quite, even though Kagome tried to strike up conversation. Though they didn't want to leave at this time, thay were more afraid of Inu-Yasha being quite than any rampaging youkai.
"Miroku, maybe we should leave!" Sango muttered under her breath.
"Good idea!" the monk said, using a prayer to mask his words.
"Shippou, Kilala, come!" Sango ordered.
"Aww, but why?" the little kitsune complained.
Kilala followed the two out the door, Shippou following, a bowl of soup with him.
"Hey, come back!" Inu-Yasha cried, getting up. He ttok a step, but suddenly stopped. His claws had shrunk to nails, he also noticed his hair had lost its silvery sheen, reverting to a deep black. Running his tongue along his teeth he felt his canines shrink. As he fell on his back he noticed Kagome's scent was fainter, it was usually everywhere, driving him mad.
"Inu-Yasha, you changed!"
Growling he snapped. "So? What of it?"
"Nothing, I was only stating it!" Kagome replied defencively.
"Damn, I hate this! I hate this mortal form!" Inu-Yasha snarled.
"I think it's a hansome form." Kagome had bent over him, studying his face.
"What?" Inu-Yasha blurted. Kagome studied his chin, firm and strong; his narrow, cute nose. His lips were softer than his hanyou form, less callosed, more inviting. She blushed at the thought, Inu-Yasha thought it was the heat, it was hot out, moreso in side than out.
When she looked into his eyes, she found she was trapped in his gaze. Inu-Yasha couldn't wrap his brain around anything but the fact that Kagome was now inches from his face, staring into his eyes.
She knew she was blushing vilontly, but she couldn't pull away, not even when he rasied his hand and stroked her hair. She had set her hands down to either side of him, and now they were getting heavy, though it had only been a few seconds. She found herself slowly sinking onto him, surprised to feel Inu-Yasha's hand lowering her to him.
It was even more of a surprise to Inu-Yasha, he had wanted to push her away, his traitorous hands betraying him like the monk. As the gap closed, Kagome parted her lips, letting Inu-Yasha press her to him. Their lips met, Kagome pressing her's to his. Inu-Yasha licked her lips, seeking entrance. Kagome moaned as she parted her lips, Inu-Yasha's tongue slipping in to taste her.
Kagome, not wanting to be the only one left out tapped his tongue with her own. Their dance ended as Kagome oshed up.
"Inu-Yasha?" she gasped breathlessly.
"Kagome, I love you! I want you! I need you!" Inu-Yasha said, tentivly.
"Inu-Yasha, I love you too, I've always loved you, and I want you too."
It was very wise that Sango kept Miroku from away from the hut!
Please review, i'll accept flames, as long as the're important to my story. What is a "flame" exactly? Is it just some idiot saying it sucks? If it is, never mind!
