The Princess and the Hanyou

By: Byrde13

Chapter 2: Story Time

It's a week before I can sneak out again. Not only because I'm being watched like a child, but because I can't find the courage to go to my secret place. Would he be there? What will he make me do for him? For some reason, I can't come up with anything that I wouldn't be able to live with. So, grabbing another of my special dresses-pink, today-I sneak out towards the place I used to treasure, but now fear. My Shikon jewel is under my dress now, though I doubt he would try taking it again. He's already gotten what he wanted. I'll have to give him whatever he wants. Do whatever he wants. And then, I'm before my Goshinboku. And I don't see him. He's not here, and I breathe out a sigh of relief and start towards the groove in the roots.

"I was wondering when you were going to come back." Something shoots up my body, and I can't distinguish between fear and that unknown feeling that only surfaces when I even think about him, which has been constant. I whirl around, tripping on my own feet and fall to the ground. Damn. He's laughing. "Still as graceful as a new born lamb." I know it's not lady like, but I snort in the general direction that I hear his voice-up in the tree, of course- and grumble under my breath about jerks and their mouths. A soft thump resonates from my left, and I glare up at the silver haired god-hanyou, damn it- as he makes his way to me. I expect him to just stare down at me, like he's better than me, but he leans down, grasps my arm and pulls me up. Most cliché stories would have the timid Princess losing her balance and stumbling into the guy's body, bringing them so close and causing a spark between them that starts their hunger for love. Well, it doesn't exactly happen like that. And when I say 'exactly' I mean I do stumble from his force, but what happens after that is not romantic in any way.

No, my entire body presses against his, he fists my hair in his free hand, forces my head back to look up at him, and steals my breath with a heated kiss. It's not sweet or loving or romantic in any way. It's hunger, and passion, and dominate. It makes me weak in the knees, his tongue dueling with my own, my hands gripping the red fabric of his weird clothing, and that strange feeling pooling into the pit of my stomach. And just like that he pulls his lips from mine and sets my soul on fire with his ocher eyes.

"I want you to make your first promise." Pretty eyes. What's a promise? My eyes are half lidded, and he leans close to me again. "Bitch, listen to me." And then he had to ruin it. I regain my bearings and push myself away from him. I can't think with him anywhere near me.

"Don't call me that. You know my name, use it." I glare at him and cross my arms. I'm so confused about everything, especially with how I'm reacting, and it just makes me frustrated and even more confused. But, apparently, he doesn't believe in space, because he's right back in my personal bubble. I'm breathing in his scent again, and falling into his mesmerizing eyes, my brain muddled and my heart pounding.

"Wench, make your first promise." His voice is husky from anger and our kiss, his hands wrapped around my upper arms, keeping me right where I am.

"Okay, pretty eyes." He jostles me slightly, and it clears my head slightly to recognize the words that tumble from his lips. Oh, what those lips have done to mine. This requires another mild shake. Damn. Focus, Kagome. "Okay, what promise?"

"Come back tomorrow." I'm more startled than if he would've asked me to sing Mary Had a Little Lamp while baaing and crawling on my hands and knees. My face scrunches in confusion, and I nod my head before realizing I have to speak the magic words.

"I promise, Inuyasha." Huh. Even his name tastes good on my lips. Oh, wait, that's his tongue back in my mouth. Am I thinking? Not anymore. I slide my hands into his hair, grabbing fistfuls and pushing his tongue back, followed by my own. I caress his fangs and groan. Oh, sweet gods, what am I doing? Doesn't matter because his hands cup my bottom, pressing myself into him and causing me to forget everything proper I've ever been taught. I barely know anything about him, and yet I'm losing myself to him. I would never have let anyone else do this to me. What's so different about him? It's like ice water through my blood, and I push him away with as much force as I can muster. And all the jerk does is smirk at me. Jerk. Oh, I already called him that. Ass, then.

"You know, we should really know more about each other before we swap spit." This just makes him grin.

"What better way to get to know each other than to 'swap spit'?" He's folded his arms into his baggy red garb, and I feel myself craving to be wrapped in those arms. Preferably with both of us in that warm looking shirt. Naked. Uhg. Stop it, now.

"I barely know anything about you. You barely know more about me than my name and that I'm a Princess." I have to look away towards the giant tree so that I can even think about words.

"You're a Princess?" And then I'm looking right back at him.

"You called me a Princess. I just thought you knew like you knew my name." I'm so confused, especially since I don't see any hint that he's trying to trick me again.

"I never called you Princess. Didn't know to." And, apparently, it doesn't seem like he cares, either. He turns and strolls over to the Goshinboku, then jumps into the branches. Conversation over. So, accepting the end of our meeting for today, I turn back to the hidden path, and head home, not wanting to think about how different my future is about to become.

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Fist slamming down on the table, Naraku growls, his blood boiling. How dare that selfish little twit ignore him? She didn't even meet him. Pure rage flowing through his body, lighting his blood. Damn her. She will be his. No matter what.

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"So, you did come back." It's a little unsettling how I'm getting used to him and his disembodied voice when I first show up to our little rendezvous point. I don't say anything as I finally settle into the roots. I've been trying to rest in the cradle of their arms since last week when I first met the insufferable, sexy hanyou. I sigh and wait for the tell-tale drop from him, but it never comes. Moody, much?

"Are you going to come down?" I wait, feeling dejected for some reason.

"No. Not today." Great. I get to feel like I'm talking to myself today.

"I'd really like to know a few things from you." Again, I wait. I seem to be doing that a lot in the last few minutes.

"Go on." Yay. Permission.

"Well, I guess there is one really important thing I'd like to know." Now he's the one waiting. "How old are you?" I don't think this is the question he thought I was going to ask.

"What?" I push a strong breath out from between my lips.

"Well, you're a hanyou. You seem to know your way around the forest quite well, so you must have been here a while. Of course, humans and youkai aren't very accepting of hanyous, still, so you would've moved around a lot. But, you know this tree very well, meaning you've been here several times before. But, I've been coming here almost every day for eight years, and I've never come across you before. Of course, you don't look but a couple of years older than me, so I'd just really like to know how old you really are." I guess my observation really did surprise him, because he jumps down in front of me and holds my stare for several moments. Even after succumbing to his gaze several times now, I can't help the burning that travels throughout my very body. Will it ever stop?

"Two hundred and three." Hmm. Lookin' good, grandpa. Well, great great great... you get the picture.

"Okay. Family?" A flicker of something passes through his eyes, and I wonder if I've made a mistake. Meeting him, promising everything, finding this tree. Maybe I should break my promise for once.

"Mother died when I was young. Father is away. I have a step-brother that likes to forget I exist." And it dawns on me.

"Your father is Inu-no-Taisho." Oh, no, what have I done? There aren't very many dog youkai anymore. Such a proud race, and incredibly regal. Inu-no-Taisho's wife died many years ago. Some said she had a son, but no one had ever really seen him. Of course some youkai kingdoms took humans as spouses-really more like concubines-but they hardly ever actually conceive. Recognition dawns in Inuyasha's features, and I notice how soft his face really is. I can definitely see some resemblance, but not much. And, I'm glad for that. "Which means your brother is Sesshomaru." He flinches slightly, like I've actually punched him across the face. Must be a sore subject. But, hey, if he's going to be sticking his tongue down my throat and rubbing his hands all over me, then he's going to have to tell me about himself.

"What about yours?" Oh, good. He's participating. I pat the root that sticks out beside me, but it doesn't appeal to him, apparently, because he pulls me into his arms and leaps back into the tree. Let me tell you, what a rush. I almost threw up on him, and then there definitely wouldn't be any kissing later.

"Warn me next time, yeah? That'd be great." I give him a glare, and he smirks back at me. I'm really hating that sinful mouth of his. "My mother and father are trying to marry me off." Is he growling? "But every time they try to set me up with one of their picks, I end up 'making a fool of myself' and shaming them." I look up at him, his gaze dark with something twisting in the depths of those eyes. "All on purpose, of course." And then that look is gone.

"What do you mean?" Guess it's story time.

"Well, one time, they wanted me to meet Prince Hojo in the garden. Chaperoned, of course. So, I went, and when we sat down after a couple of minutes of walking and causing my brain to disintegrate from all the boring flower talk, he starts screaming like a little girl." I have to hold back a chuckle and look away from my silver haired companion. "He finally found the little frog in his pocket, and I looked very innocent when I asked him why he didn't like my present." And the dam broke. I'm pulled into his chest tighter, his nose and mouth finding the crook of my neck as we both laugh at my antics. At least he thought it was funny. No one else did. Well, except for Sota, but he thinks everything is funny.

"So that's what you meant when you said you don't allow guys near you." I find my cheeks flaming as a claw tipped finger brings my face up to his, lips brushing mine as he talks. "Why don't you want to be near guys?" I take a shuddering breath.

"I'm near you, aren't I?" And that's when we start tongue wrestling again.

"Promise me I'll be the only male to ever gets this near to you." And, again, I don't hesitate.

"I promise, Inuyasha." Anything to feel his lips on mine again. His hands on my body. One daringly under my skirt, warming my outer thigh, the other weaving through my wavy locks. A fire shoots straight to my belly, and I try to press myself into him more. Unfortunately, he decides to end our kiss as he pulls his hand out from under the yellow fabric. I've already decided that no matter what, I'll be visiting this place again tomorrow, and the day after, and as long as I am physically able. Whether he makes me promise or not.