Lavender Kisses

Disclaimer: I, in no way, am attempting to steal such wonderful characters from the original Inuyasha creator. ^_^ I am merely a devoted (sometimes stalkerish) fan who loves to write, and finds the personalities of the Inuyasha legend to be perfect material to create fictional stories about. These stories are my original imagination, so I claim the chapters as my own work. However, I do owe much credit to Takahashi for allowing the world to see the wonders of Inuyasha. (Many thanks to Ickabod119 for telling me I needed this)


This story will contain: M/F, F/F, Oral, Yaoi, Humiliation, Bi, HC and OC themes. I will give warnings before each chapter if such content is to appear.


There was an awkward silence that stretched on between them for a few minutes, filled only with the softest rapping of Inuyasha’s foot. He discovered he did this when he was faced with a hard decision, bored, or insanely nervous. He couldn’t decide which was the source, but he doubted it was boredom.

“ Hazel nut.”

Inuyasha looked up at the faint whisper from the girl bent over a deskoss oss the room, his eyebrows arching mildly. “ What?” Her back was to him, and he leaned over in his chair a bit, trying to see around her.

Kagome turned, stepping away from a candle she had lit. “ Hazel nut…it’s a scent my Mother used to burn all the time.” She smiled after she said this, as though the sentence had struck some sentimental memory.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes this time in response, crossing his arms. He didn’t understand Kagome half of the time when she spoke…drove him nuts. “ Who cares?” He said, blowing a strand from his face idly as he stared out the window to study the weather. A few rain clouds had begun to gather since they met in here, and Inuyasha was urged to beat the downpour.

“ She said the smell could make anyone remember home,” she continued, seemingly not bothered by the boy’s aloof behavior as she seated herself across from him.

Inuyasha, sighing with exasperation, looked away from the window to peer back at her, his eyes narrowing with slight irritability. “ I didn’t ask what she said,” he muttered, “ I asked who cares. And it’s not me. So shut up.” His foot tapped harder as a droplet splattered on the window, which he resumed staring at, determined not to see her reaction.

Kagome tilted her head to the side, smiling sweetly again, her hands folded in her lap. Impulsively, she leaned forward, taking Inuyasha’s hand in her own, the chilled flesh making his arm hairs bristle. He looked at her, meeting her gaze with a quaint furrow of his forehead, before weakly pulling back. “Hey…”

“Inuyasha,” she whispered, a few tears welling in her cheeks. “ Inuyasha, I need to explain why I brought you here.”

The smell of her lilac perfume mingled with the aroma from the candle, making his nose crinkle wearily. He struggled to look past her…to look through her. But she gave a soft whine under her breath and tugged on his hand, which she had just tightened her grip on to keep him from escaping. His foot thumped obviously now, and perspiration lined his upper lip, but he did not say a word. Rather, he looked straight ahead, his eyes listless and unfocused.

Kagome knew she had all of his attention she could ever hope to have. She was not bitter. She understood his behavior, and she understood that she would have a slim to none chance of ever improving his affection for her after all she had done to him. Mildly, she lifted her head, to meet eye to eye, and began to speak. “ Do you remember…?”

♥ 12 years ago ♥

“ …And then Mr. Barns tried to figure out who hit him with the paper wad the second time, and of course Kouga and I weren’t about to confess, so…”

Inuyasha only heard a vague bit of Miroku’s story as he shoveled several books into his locker, juggling the heavy padlock on his knee as he did so. His hands were tied up with fighting his school’s property, or else his friend would have already been the proud owner of a zipped trap. Normally he could tolerate Miroku’s endless chattering (he often reminded Inuyasha of a girl), but for some reason today was “one of those days”. He had already spilled his tray at lunch, been caught taking a small nap in AP math, and stubbed his toe on a door facing. And now, all the comfort Miroku could give him was banter about how he and the third of their group, Kouga, tortured the reclusive history teacher, Mr. Barns, earlier that morning.

Inuyasha tilted his head to the side as a familiar voice drowned out Miroku’s, and he felt somewhat relived of his duties, until Kouga jumped right into the interrupted tale and began displaying wildly with his hands to illustrate Mr. Barns’s horrible temper. The only thing worse than Miroku’s tireless tongue was Kouga’s lively hands, which he used often to puppet his stories.

A sigh breached the black-haired male, diverting his companion’s excited memory to focus more on him, and Miroku frowned somewhat before crossing his arms over his chest. “ Well gee, Inuyasha,” he began, while Kouga scoffed behind him, “ if you didn’t want to listen to my great story, all you had to do was ask.”

Inuyasha’s gloom was pierced by the hurt pout of his closest friend, and he shrugged his shoulders helplessly. “ I’m sorry, Miroku. I’ve been having a pretty bad day.” He finally shut his locker, letting the padlock fall into place to secure his belongings before he gave the dial a spin and holstered his backpack.

“ Don’t let a bad day get to you, Inuyasha. Besides! There’s a new girl in town.”

As bad as Miroku was about torturing gullible teachers, he was four times as bad when it came to his respect for girls. He was handsome enough to though, and that was really all the mattered to many people. Miroku was of average height, with tiny (Kouga referred to it elegantly as a “weenie”) black pony tail and large eyes that were often deceitful by reflecting to an onlooker that he was pondering something intelligent. Actually…most of the time he was trying to judge the bra size of a girl across the room. This was one of his favorite past times.

Keeping true to his behavior, it took about 4 seconds for the words to sink in before Kouga jumped into the fray, pumping Miroku for information. Kouga was a girl-passer as well, although he did this mainly because his affection was more vast than that of the line in the cafeteria. Anywhere the trio went, a girl or two would surely wave at the athletic beach bum that had a life goal of becoming a famous surfer. His most common outfit was a pair of shorts with a Hawaii-print fla, or, or a screened tee shirt that read some sort of surfer code. Inuyasha had only understood one of the phrases before, but that one was obvious: it was a surfboard with the logo “Tear It Up.” under it. It must have meant to destroy all surfboards…but Inuyasha secretly thought this was stu sin since Kouga claimed he adored the art of surfing. Why on Earth would he wear a shirt that demanded they be destroyed? But wanting to be the kinder friend, Inuyasha said nothing, and smiled to himself each time the boy wore his decoded costume.

“She’s kinda short,” Miroku began, holding his hand to about his shoulder’s level, “but she has this amazing black hair and brown eyes. No one really knows her attitude though…she doesn’t talk a lot. Maybe she’s stuck up?” He left the question hanging, and then his gaze drifted blankly over Inuyasha, making them all turn and try to spot what he was looking so acutely at. But it wasn’t hard to see her…she was beautiful.

Radiance soothed Inuyasha’s eyes, and when he focused more on her than the glow of her long legs under the school uniform’s skirt, he felt all his tension melt back from his flesh. His mouth became a dry well, and he swallowed a few times, tapping his waist with his fingertips, trying to seem casual. She wasn’t looking in their direction at all…she was too busy reading a novel she had splayed in her arms. He couldn’t see the title, but he smiled a bit when she giggled to something she must have found funny in the passage, and he felt compelled to find out so he may enjoy it too.

Boldly, he strode forward, catching her attention by calling out “Hey!” When she glanced up, confused, he waved one hand, dodging Miroku’s poorly aimed missile, which turned out to be a textbook he had snatched from Kouga. Inuyasha stepped over the crumpled mess, smiled nervously, and gestured at her paragraph. “ Whatcha reading?” Well…that was lame. He felt his heart slowing to a stop, trying to self-combust to save himself the shame of her scornful laughter. When none came, his gaze wavered up to meet hers, and he was surprised to find out she was smiling honestly, holding the book out to him. He breezed the title, tried desperately to recite it into his memory, and failed.

He flusa dea deep crimson, holding his hands behind his back to rudely flash his middle finger at the hysterically amused Miroku and Kouga. But the girl just smiled some more, tilting her eyes to the two behind him, and then resumed looking directly at his face. He had trouble seeing her, as he was dizzy with bewilderment and sudden fear of being around her and ruining all his dignity, but he managed to root to his spot, praying she would be gentle and let him flee. “I’m Kagome. What’s your name?” Her voice was sweet and sultry, crooning into his red ears with a fading brush of southern accent. Woo! It was hot in here!

Inuyasha stammered out his name, earning more bursting laughter from his (now ex) friends, but Kagome merely giggled sincerely and nodded her head. “I’m new here.” Well obviously. Inuyasha kept the statement to himself, which made her frown from the awkward silence, but he quickly tried to keep up with, suddenly unwilling to return to his comrades and suffer a merciless teasing. “Where did you come from?”

She reached up and plucked a piece of white fuzz from his shirt, making his skin under the fabric tingle as well as causing him to take a sharp breath inward. Her touch was like fire to ice…completely rendering him useless and thusly more stupid than he was moments before. “Kentucky,” she whispered at last.

Ahh…Kentucky. He’d have to go see where that was on the map later. But to make up for his lack of knowledge, he nodded, pretending to understand everything she said. Inside, he was irrational and in a severe panic attack, perspiration dotting the bridge of his forehead, in which forced him to wipe his temples with the back of his hand continuously. She merely stared at him, a soft reckoning in her eyes, as he offered to sell his soul should he only be graciously removed from this situation.

At long last, she raised her delicate fingers up into a partial wave, turning to leave. He didn’t utter goodbye until she had rounded the corner, and then he was slapped roughly around the shoulders, a breathless Miroku and a wheezing Kouga now rejoining him. “Talk about out to slaughter!” Miroku’s onslaught made Inuyasha twinge with anger, and he shoved his friend away, his face a lovely shade of scarlet.

“Shut up!”