FUTON II
InuYasha!
I hear my name, and I stick my ears instinctively to my head; nothing that begins like this, and in that tone, could mean anything good.
The night had been warm and at some point of the early morning, it became quite hot. Maybe it was that scent of Kagome mixed with that damn wolf's that appeared to visit her when I was at the village, bringing with him an animal he had hunted because, from his point of view: I wasn't feeding my partner well.
So he spat to my face when he saw me arrive in a jump. As soon as I smelled him I guessed he had to be with Kagome. That wasn't the issue, she couldn't run away from someone she considered her friend, the issue was that the mangy wolf was always trying to take away from me the attention of my partner, my female.
I guess that's how my youkai side understood it when it became unleashed in the middle of the night. I had an inkling of what happened, some images of the moment and the sensation of Kagome, afraid at first, then quickly becoming the indomitable woman she is. She smiled, and I'm sure that if she were a hanyou, she would have also released her youkai side.
InuYasha!
I hear my name again, this time closer, and I understand your patience is running out. The truth is I'm not certain what the problem is. Maybe I forgot to cut the logs, or I didn't foresee we'd lack water in that tank you keep at one side of our house, and that when the rain is insufficient, we have to fill with river water.
I draw near the cabin, trying to keep a certain air of seriousness that I hope will appease your character in some measure. I see you when the forest's thickness leaves way for a clear view of the glade our cabin is in, you are right beside the stone lamp we build to illuminate the path.
"Couldn't you hear me?" You ask.
As If that were possible.
"I'm here now." I say, saving myself the: What have I done now?
You walk towards the interior of the cabin, and I follow you in silence. Not taking more than a couple of steps inside, I see you standing beside a futon, pointing at it with a finger. I get close and see on it three deep claw marks from which the filling is coming out, and a fourth one that didn't manage to sink as deep as to let the feathers be seen.
I smile to myself, not being able to help recalling that it happened as I was pushing myself inside you quite forcefully.
"Laughing now? You tore the futon open." You complain.
I look at you, intently, and notice how your back tenses as I slid my kosode and hitoe together, uncovering my still hurting shoulder, showing the bite mark you left me. The skin has a flush color around, and the scab needs still a couple of hours before falling on its own.
"Last night it didn't seem to bother you." I remind her.
"Oops." You say.
"That's right. Oops." I say.
A/N
I hope you enjoyed the reading.
Thank you for your company,
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
