A doorbell chime rang in a small electronics store somewhere downtown of Tokyo's shopping district.
'As if the numb-skull could keep away for a week.' The girl with the raven hair and a wicked smile thought. Truthfully - that's exactly what she was counting on. She had to suppress a villainous laughter as a young salesman approached her and asked if he could assist her.
Kagome had stopped by an isle of home surveillance equipment and turned to look at the man who whore a neatly pressed white dress shirt and a very uncomfortable-looking blue tie.
"Oh, yes, hi! Does this setup of two cameras come with a monitoring screen?"
It had been 84 years… Or at least that's how twenty-nine hours after she had left felt like.
The silver-maned hanyou groaned and rubbed his calloused hands absent-mindedly. He could go back to the bushes to beat his meat to oblivion, but it offered only a momentary relief that lasted about five seconds before he was struck by a memory of her taste and scent that burned him like wildfire.
The Inutachi was preparing to turn in for the night. Shippo and Miroku were going through the backpack Kagome left behind for her entourage to scavenge. She had supplied them with plenty of dried meat, an array of exotic fruits that were unavailable in the Sengoku era, candies and the staple of the backpack – some ramen.
But the young demon man could have cared less about anything besides Kagome's skin and flesh on his tongue right now.
"Inuyasha?" Sango tentatively asked after having fished out a kiwi fruit from Kagome's trove of edible treasures and wonders. The older woman had been concerned of her fellow traveler seeming to be more sour-mooded than typical, making low growls and sighs all day.
"WHAT?" Inuyasha bellowed, wholly annoyed that his reveries of lapping up Kagome's neck had just been interrupted.
Everyone stopped in their tracks around the bonfire and turned their eyes on the demon who appeared to be on the verge of a mental break-down.
"Umm…" Sango mumbled and looked at her priest of royal purple garments for help. Miroku caught on and politely cleared his throat.
"You know, my young friend…" He began but was cut off by the death-promising glare of the dog demon boy.
Miroku nervously corrected the collar of his under robes and scratched the back of his head.
"Maybe you should just go to her." He sighed, abandoning all hope of trying to better the young man's mood with mundane chitchat.
Sango furiously shook her head behind Inuyasha's back, but Miroku ignored her. All the hanyou was doing was ruining everyone's night. Better he went and ruined just one's.
"Nah." Inuyasha grunted and crossed his arms. "She said she needed a week."
"Well, maybe she has finished early with her tasks?" Miroku offered and prepared to suave a lengthy argument why Inuyasha should go and make sure everything was going okay in the future. "It's-"
"FUCKING ALRIGHT! IF YA'LL GONNA TWIST MY ARM ABOUT IT!" The dog-eared young man roared while jumping up and already making his way to the bone-eaters well.
Sango planted her palm onto her face and Miroku merely shrugged nonchalantly.
Patience is a virtue and for a man as impatient as Inuyasha, he had reached levels to a saintly degree. He had managed to stay away from her for a day and a half. That was almost a personal best. Inuyasha internally went over his defenses while climbing back up the well in modern day Japan.
Okay, maybe not day and a half exactly, but pretty close. Like still, almost two days basically.
He stopped at the doors of the well-house.
'Shit. She's going to flip her shit.' The demon frantically thought and bit over his bottom lip.
'Just fucking think.' His thoughts raced while he turned away from the doorway.
'You need a sweet fucking reason to be back.'
Inuyasha clicked his fingers as in creating a rhythm to collect his bouncing thoughts.
'Tell her… Tell her that Miroku died.'
The dog demon sighed.
'No. She will want to return immediately and she'll just discover that I lied.'
His ears twitched.
'Unless… I go back now, kill the pervert for real and then come back to get Kagome.'
He kept still for a whole minute, tasting out the idea on his tongue.
'Nah. Then I'll just be in trouble with taijiya.'
"Fuck." He growled out loud, punching the wall of the well-house softly enough not to make a hole through the boards.
Kagome was sitting by her desk, looking at an LCD screen on her table. It was transmitting a live feed from a small surveillance camera pointed at her family shrine's well. Her lips curled into a satisfied grin against the blue glow of the small screen.
She grabbed a cellphone on the left side of her desk and nimbly danced her fingers on the number pad.
[Call me exactly in fifteen minutes.]
[SEND →]
After much consideration and mental debate, Inuyasha hadn't managed to come up with any solid excuse to come back and visit the girl of the future. But did she really even need to know he was here? No. He'd just discreetly check in on her and leave. Just to make sure everything was dandy. Juuuuust a quick glimpse.
It's not creepy if you don't get caught.
He moved within the shadows, thankful that it was almost night. Humans didn't see shit in the dark.
The young man deftly hauled himself up the tree that had a good view to Kagome's window.
'Shit.' He cussed in his mind. The curtains were closed.
For the million times Inuyasha had told her to keep her curtains shut so that random creeps and perverts didn't have the perfect view into her bedroom while she was out the shower, TODAY she had decided to take heed of his advice. He grunted and squinted his eyes.
Her table light was on, so she probably was still studying. She never left the lights on when she went to bed, so that meant she was still up.
He sucked in a quick breath and leaped forward. Carefully balancing every muscle in his body, he landed on the ledge of her window as quietly as a sparrow. He immediately dug his claws into the wooden grain of the sill and tensed up completely. Holding his breath, he waited to be sure that the curtains wouldn't be torn open and an angry young woman not appear behind the glass.
A few moments passed and he let out his breath. Yass, smooth as butter.
The demon began to lean closer to the window glass, forwarding his ears to the direction he knew her desk to be at. No shadow was cast against the curtains. They were heavily un-see-through, even for a demon vision, so he had no idea where she was or what she was doing. But he could hear her breathing. His ears twitched and he closed his eyes.
She was breathing harder than usual. Almost like, panting.
The demon's ears shot up and he grabbed the window frames. Was she under distress? Had she fallen ill? Had someone chased her into her room?
One heartbeat short of tearing the window off its frames, he could hear her soft sigh.
Wait. What?
He froze and the only thing moving was a strand of hair that twirled against his cheek in a sudden gust of light wind.
"Ah."
He heard her moan from the other side of the wall.
Inuyasha struggled to swallow without downing his whole tongue in the process.
Fuckfuckfuck.
"Aaaaanngh..!"
Another erotic cry came as muffled whispers into his furry ears and Inuyasha squeezed the window frames so hard, the wood splintered beneath his claws.
Was she fucking pleasing herself? Did women also do that?
And talking about pleasing… Inuyasha glanced downwards where but a moment ago a hill had grown into a mountain. A throbbing mountain of flesh that screamed to be touched while listening to the woman inside cry her own carnal pleasure.
'Stalking is one thing, but isn't it taking it a bit too far if I rub one out right in front of her home?' Inuyasha pondered in a bodily quandary.
'Is it though?' His pulsating cock questioned back when he could hear Kagome's bed squeak. She obviously changed positions. From where? To what? What was she doing? How did women pleasure themselves?!
"Mmmnhnnhn." Soft murmur began and disappeared into the bedsheets. Then he heard something make a wet, squishy sound.
"Fuck." He whispered agonizingly and realized he had plunged his hand down his fire-red pants. His clawed fist was squeezing the ever-loving life out of his weeping cock. His now one-track-mind could not command his hand to stop from moving up and down on his meaty shaft.
"Oooh, yes." She whimpered again and the speed of his hand only increased.
"Yeah." He grunted back and strained his ears in the direction of her bed.
'I want to be on that bed. Making her do all those sounds. Fuck.' The demon boy hissed and gripped harder on the window frame. His other hand was working so fast on his baton of love, he was in danger of falling off the sill.
"Fuck me." She urged to her invisible lover.
'Oh gods, you little fucking minx, you are making me c-'
"Kaito-kun"
Inuyasha's hand might've been struck down by lightning and disintegrated, because just as fast it came to a complete and full stop.
His golden eyes flashed open, disgust and incredulousness disfiguring his face.
"Kagome-chan. You asked me to ca—" A male voice came from within Kagome's room. Inuyasha's hands trembled and gold began to bleed with blood. The male voice was interrupted by Kagome's.
"Oh, yes, I know it's late but…"
The conversation didn't progress further as the whole window frame of Kagome's room was ripped off the side of the building, nails screeching while being suddenly pulled by their roots from the old wood.
The window fell to the ground in a crashing explosion of broken glass and wood.
Of the now merely gaping hole on the wall of Kagome's room, Inuyasha jumped in. Violence, death and murder written all over his scowling face.
He was so furious that blood had stopped circulating to his head. The only thing he managed to think was how he'd rip the other guy's dick off and shove it up the guy's ass. Inuyasha twirled around the room, looking for that Kaito-guy.
"Kagome, what was that noise?" A slightly metallic-sounding voice came from over Kagome's night stand. It was that distance speaking apparatus of hers.
Kagome pulled up her blankets, to cover her night attired body as she picked up her phone that was on the speaker.
"I'm sorry, Kaito-kun. I'd better check it out. I'll call you back tomorrow."
Her voice was calm and polite, but as soon as she snapped her foldable phone close, Inuyasha could feel how the air in her room slowly turned colder. And it wasn't just because the remodeled air conditioning.
'I've done fucked it up.'