Kagome was pleased, if not for the fact that she'd done a very good thing in helping Inuyasha, but for the fact that he seemed to be getting along so well. She had to admit to a twinge of envy that he was accepted so easily and she subjected to the daily scorn of everyone else, but otherwise, she couldn't be happier for him. It was so amusing how his face turned bright red whenever the girls goggled at him or flirted with him, but it also aroused the curiosity within her, making Kagome think. Why was he so shy? She endeavored to find out, not only this, but much more about him; Kagome would strive to tear down the shroud of mystery surrounding the school's new Ainu resident.
Within the first week of Inuyasha's employment, Kagome noticed straightaway—and not without glee—that Inuyasha seemed to only feel comfortable talking to her. If he didn't know where something was, and they were on opposite ends of the school, he would come all the way to her to ask, as opposed to asking another servant much closer to where he was. He didn't talk often, but the words he did speak were for Kagome's ears and her ears only. She delighted heavily in the fact.
"Why do you remain here?" He asked her in his quiet way, on the tenth night of his stay. They had taken to sitting in the carpeted hallway and having these discussions, until one of them—usually Kagome—got sleepy, and they parted ways.
"What?" Kagome blinked, not sure she'd heard him right.
"Why do you remain here?" Inuyasha repeated dutifully, hugging his knees to his chest. "I have seen how distastefully you are treated...it's certainly not in your best interests to stay."
"Rather I be treated ill here than possibly killed elsewhere." Kagome sighed, a little sadly. "So then I suppose it is in my best interests." Attempting to lighten the conversation, she added, "But it's funny to see how they fawn all over you, some more literally than others." She recalled with a small smile how Yuri almost fell down the stairs trying to get Inuyasha to notice her. However, Inuyasha's expression was less than amused; he kept his solemn face, staring deep into her eyes in that way he had that made Kagome feel as though he were trying to see her soul.
Kagome reddened, turning away from his penetrating gaze. He said softly, turning his eyes to the dark yellow sky outside the window near his head, "I have no interest in them. Your tormentors are...childlike. In a negative way. Your enemies are mine as well."
"Ah—Inuyasha, you don't really...I mean..." Kagome faltered for words, trying to sort out her jumbled thoughts. "Certainly you don't mean that."
"I say nothing I don't mean."
"...But...you really don't have to oppose them as I do. They actually see you as worth something—don't sacrifice that for something as petty as my opinion."
"It is no opinion. Everything you say about them is entirely true: the headmistress's ugliness, Yumi's horselike teeth, Chisato's spitefulness and that snorting way she laughs, Yuri's amazing idiocy...I have seen it all for myself." Kagome giggled uncontrollably at Inuyasha's rehashing of the maidservants' more-than-obvious shortcomings. He himself cracked a tiny smile, liking the sound of her rarely-heard laugh. "Whereas you, Kagome..." He went on, moving a tendril of hair from Kagome's face. Her laughter halted immediately at his intimate gesture. "...you are more beautiful than even the moon. Your teeth are set rather nicely, encased within lips as soft as clouds. You spite no one, and you awe me with your unselfishness and humility, so much like the very goddess who created you...your intelligence surpasses that of even the smartest deities...and your laugh..." He had moved so close to Kagome's face, she could see where the hair follicles of his eyebrows began. "...is the song of the angels." Kagome's heart raced, threatening to kill her where she was, and finally, the impropriety of the moment weighing too heavily on her, she scooted away, redder than a freshly picked apple.
"I-I think I should go to sleep now!" She stammered, unable to look at him as she dashed to her closet-room. Once she was within the safety of the dark, she tried to catch her breath, though such a feat would prove impossible; Inuyasha had stolen it away from her. His words were all too kind, laudatory even, but mere compliments all the same, she reasoned within her inactive mind. Nothing was meant by them except that I might feel better about myself. He knows I am nowhere near as perfect as he made me sound...
Yet he had bordered on the verge of poetry, the way he spoke of her. If anything, he was the stuff of poetry, with his handsome, grave features...those intense brown eyes... Kagome exhaled shakily, her erratic heartbeat revving up again, and she reasoned that she needed some air. A walk in the brisk chill would certainly cool her blood. She slipped out of her room and made her way to the back of the building, leaving through the servant's entrance.
When she was some distance away from the school, the familiar clip-clopping of hooves reached her ears and she groaned under her breath. She wasn't up to seeing Bankoutsu at the moment; she really wanted to be alone. But if she told him so, he would be persistent in convincing her otherwise, stay anyway, or storm off in a huff, making her feel guilty about hurting her feelings. In any case, she knew he'd be annoying her somehow. So with a conceding sigh, she leaned against the nearest tree, folding her arms and awaiting her friend.
"You don't look all that happy to see me."
"If I don't, it's because I'm not." She shot back. "I haven't yet forgotten that you clawed up my arm earlier, jerk, so if you've come around to try it again--" Kagome was startled when Bankoutsu pressed his lips to hers in a sudden kiss.
"B-Bankoutsu!" She touched her lips, staring up at his smug face in shock.
"You talk too much. I had to shut you up somehow. Besides, if you're my woman, you should get used to that." Kagome looked at him in dumb confusion, before shaking her head frantically and yelling, "What?! I'm not your woman, Bankoutsu!" Bankoutsu grinned in thinly veiled self-satisfaction, transforming into his human form. He pressed himself against Kagome, virtually pinning her to the tree.
"You're so naïve, Kagome." He murmured, dipping his tongue into her ear. She cried out at the pleasurable sensation, one she had never felt before. She liked it.
And she wanted to feel it again.
"Wh-why is that?" She whispered, fearful to take her voice even one octave higher, lest it crack horribly. Bankoutsu slipped a hand up her shirt and casually played with her nipples.
"Remember a while back, when we were play-fighting?" How could she not?
"Of course I do." Kagome was feeling a bit fluttery remembering it.
"Do you remember what you did?" She struggled to recall...
"A little." Hadn't she grabbed his manhood? "No." She lied, and Bankoutsu punished her by moving his free hand down her skirt, touching the pink button hidden on her body. Her ragged gasp made Bankoutsu's nature rise and he licked her heated neck.
"I think you remember. I want you to do it again..." He said hoarsely, his finger slipping past her folds and into her tight heat, as his thumb rubbed her button. Unconsciously, Kagome opened her legs wider to him, her face contorted in pleasure. Bankoutsu took his hand from beneath her shirt, when suddenly, hands trembling, Kagome reached out and touched him, his very nakedness spurring a boldness in her that she never remembered having. Her cool hand, clammy with slight nervousness, brought Bankoutsu to perspiration, and he put his free hand onto the back of her head, kissing her again as he thrust his finger in and out of her.
Trying to ignore the distracting ecstasy, Kagome concentrated on stimulating Bankoutsu's rather large cock, wondering how would it feel inside her? Was she even ready for that? These skeptical thoughts were shoved to the back of her mind when she moaned inside his mouth; Bankoutsu's fingers had reached a particularly sensitive spot within her. She made circles with her thumb upon the tip of his flesh, apparently producing the same reaction in him, for he groaned almost painfully.
Few moments of pleasure later, they experienced a feeling they had never known before—something like an epileptic fit, yet so much more blissful—and both felt sticky fluids rush onto their hands. They heard screams, wondering their origin, but soon discovered that they came from themselves. Eyes half-lidded and vision blurred, Kagome's knees gave out and she crumpled to the leafy ground, Bankoutsu right beside her with the same symptoms.
"Bankoutsu." Kagome sighed, his name tumbling from her lips as though she were drunk. He turned his dark indigo orbs, glazed over, onto her, taking her unstained hand in his and playing with her fingers. "What did we just do?"
"I don't know." He murmured, lightly kissing the tips of her fingers. "But it sure felt good."
"I feel so strange..." It was true; she was still trembling from her first orgasm, but she would certainly like to have another, if the chance thrust itself forward...
"So do I." Kagome looked at the thick liquid on her hand and got an idea. Lazily, she traced all sorts of shapes onto various parts of Bankoutsu, purposefully flirting around his half-erect manhood, and he shivered as the breeze made him all the colder with his own juice drawn onto his body. "What are you doing, girl?"
"Just watch." Bankoutsu sat up on his elbows and watched her in a mix of great amusement and arousal as her tongue retraced the shapes she had created, kissing his nose when she was done. He chuckled, shaking his head.
"You're such a moron."
"I know you are, but what am I?" She playfully stuck out her tongue and Bankoutsu smirked.
"Don't tease me with that unless you're planning to use it."
"And what if I am?" She challenged him seductively, invigorated by their sexual activities. Kagome stuck out her tongue again and Bankoutsu captured it gently between his teeth, grinning at her. They both laughed when he released her.
High above them, within the branches of the tallest and sturdiest nearby tree, sat a figure, whose face was contorted in pure anguish and pain.