One raven-haired woman eyed the silver-haired hanyou with lust as she trailed her fingers down his well-muscled chest. "Are you sure it can't wait?" she purred. "After all, wouldn't hanging out with us gals be more entertaining than whatever you need to attend to?"
Inuyasha was pretty sure that demons doing idiotic things would be much more entertaining than a band of love-sick humans. He tried to back away without hurting them, but this just made them close in on him even tighter.
Frustrated, he let out a flare of his youki. It was weaker than most demons –after all, he was a hanyou –but it was enough to startle the women, thus allowing him an escape to freedom. He darted past their silken gowns and down the carpeted steps.
Inuyasha heard screeches of outrage from behind him, giving him more incentive to run faster. He needn't hurry; he was much fast than the average ningen. The hanyou rushed down twisting corridors, each with more splendor than the last. The human gamblers he passed were much to drunk to notice him.
Originally Posted: 6/17/16
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