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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,211
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13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Night of the Living Dead
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Okay, I know A Fan requested no Inuyasha/Kikyo stories, but this was just too good to pass
up. For this story, I have to acknowledge the great Inu-Yasha fanfic writer and doujinshi artist, the late Kathleen
Batey, as an inspiration.
with the result that the current generation of Japanese will be as much as five to six inches taller than their great-grandparents. Therefore, Kagome, who probably hasn’t hit the end of her teenage growth spurt yet, might end up
being as tall as Sesshoumaru–though I doubt that Rumiko Takahashi will take this into account. This is why
Inuyasha notes that Kagome is still getting taller. Also, the various slang terms for the male reproductive anatomy
that Kikyo thinks of later is Sengoku Jidai parlance, or at least James Clavell said so... This fic should also serve as an object lesson: when the girl says no, she means no.SCROLL TWO: NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD As usual, Inuyasha found himself on the horns of a dilemma. In a quandary. Facing a Catch-22 situation, though
he would’ve missed the reference, as Inuyasha couldn’t read very well and certainly had never read Joseph Heller. In any case, Inuyasha’s problem was his typical one, and it wasn’t easy. Which to choose? Kagome or Kikyo? Granted, he faced one problem that few, if any, other men had ever faced–his current girlfriend was the
reincarnation of his former girlfriend. Other than that, and that both his girlfriends were magically powerful shrine
maidens, each of which with the power to subdue, maim, and/or kill him, his problems were fairly common ones. Inuyasha shifted in his tree perch as he pondered the situation. Kagome had driven him there and out of Kaede’s
village because of an argument. Again, typically, it was because Kagome wanted to go home for a few days to
“school” and take “tests.” Inuyasha had been to her school, and had found it more akin to a prison than a place of
learning, except that one didn’t get crucified after a few days (not literally, anyway). He didn’t understand her desire
to return there when they could stay in his time period and hunt for jewel shards! The very real fact that Kagome
stood a much better chance of dying violently and in much pain in the Sengoku Jidai didn’t seem to cross Inuyasha’s
mind. To make a short story shorter, he had attempted to forbid her to return, and in reply Kagome had sat him into
the river. Just the thought of that–Inuyasha was pretty sure she had purposely waited until he was standing on the
bridge–was enough to make him steam up and be struck with the sudden desire to beat Kagome about the head and
shoulders with Tetsusaiga. Of course he wouldn’t do that, he knew. He’d just do what he was doing right now, which was sulking. Even with
the submission beads, he was quite capable of rending Kagome into mulch, but he liked her too much for that–maybe
even loved her, but he wasn’t quite convinced of that yet. Inuyasha respected Kagome’s courage, which verged on
the idiotic, her constant cheerfulness, and her undeniable love for their little band, especially him. She was smart as
well, and forgave him even after his worst excesses. Sometimes Inuyasha admitted to himself that he deserved to get
sat; he deserved far worse on occasion. Kagome was generally a gentle person, osuwaris nonwithstanding, and
Inuyasha knew he would happily give up his life for her. Still, Inuyasha was torn, because he still loved Kikyo, too, even in her current undead form. Kikyo possessed a
quiet grace that Kagome would never have, had her reincarnation’s courage in equal portions, and despite her
condition, was also rather gentle. In some ways, Inuyasha preferred Kikyo’s quiet efficiency and iron determination
to Kagome’s ebullience and reckless ways. Kagome seemed to be under the impression that she was immortal at
times, which grated on Inuyasha’s nerves. With Kikyo, Inuyasha saw an equal partner in fighting Naraku, a woman
who could hold her own without screaming for his help every five seconds. In fact, Inuyasha couldn’t remember
anytime Kikyo had ever asked for his help. Being a guy, Inuyasha’s thoughts strayed bedward in comparing the two women in his life. Being more of a
conservative that he cared to admit, Inuyasha preferred the understated and traditional garbs of a shrine maiden that
Kikyo wore to the rather revealing school uniform of Kagome. Where one would have to get through a thick hakama
and a underkimono to get even a glimpse of Kikyo’s goodies, all Kagome had to do was bend over too far, which she
occasionally did–and Inuyasha was quite sure Kagome was aware of that fact. Plus those baggy socks looked
ridiculous, and her low-heeled shoes were far less efficient than a good pair of straw sandals (though Inuyasha cared
little for footwear). Granted, Inuyasha did see the advantages of having less clothing between him and his ultimate
goal should the subject of sex ever come up, pun intended, but his mother had taught him some manners. Kagome’s
outfit had gotten her branded as being a shameless demon more than once in the Sengoku Jidai, though Inuyasha was
shocked to see that her outfit was rather common in her time. Good thing Miroku can’t get back through the well,
Inuyasha mused, he’d be like a mosquito at a bathhouse–he wouldn’t know where to start. And speaking of bathhouses, Inuyasha mentally stripped both women to the skin in his imagination. He had seen
them both naked, of course. He found the comparison infinitely interesting and maddening at the same time. Both of
them had brown eyes he would happily lose himself in, and lustrous black hair. Kagome smelled better, due to her
futuristic body sprays and shampoo, whereas Kikyo smelled of freshly turned earth–which in itself wasn’t a bad
smell, Inuyasha reflected, but not as good as peaches and cream. They were the same height, though Inuyasha was
surprised to learn that Kagome was still growing and might end up taller than himself. Kikyo’s soft voice was
preferable to Kagome’s shrill one, especially given that Kikyo couldn’t yell “SIT!” and have him digging craters
with his face. Getting down to details, Kagome’s breasts were smaller than Kikyo’s but more perky, with nipples that hardened
against his back when he carried her. Inuyasha suspected that the “bra” things that Kagome wore, which were rather
more interesting than an underkimono, gave her an advantage in the support department that Kikyo lacked–though
sagging was less a problem with Kikyo, given that she was made out of dirt. Kagome liked to show off her legs, too,
which was an advantage, and an errant gust of wind, Miroku’s wind tunnel, or bending over too far gave Inuyasha a
glimpse of a rather tight butt. In his clinical opinion, Inuyasha wondered why Miroku was crazy over Sango’s
slightly larger and not as prim bottom, though he was glad of it; it would’ve been a blow to the Inu-tachi’s combat
capabilities had he been forced to simply kill the monk for groping Kagome. However, Kagome also suffered from the gawkiness of her still developing body, and more than occasionally
tripped over her own feet. She also was a little too thin for Inuyasha–not much, but he thought she could stand to
gain a few pounds. That would change when she got older, of course, but Kikyo had no problems watching her
waistline in one direction or another. She was frozen at the height of her beauty, which possessed an undeniable
grace and poise Kagome would never have, or at least wouldn’t for another few years. From the glimpses he had at
Urasue’s lair, Kikyo still had it where it counted, and her maturity gave her a slight edge over the clumsy Kagome.
Even if she could use a little more sun. As if bidden by his thoughts, which were becoming more lecherous by the minute, Inuyasha spotted the spindrift
shinidamachu–Kikyo’s soul collectors. They moved slowly, aglow in the moonlight of early evening. Inuyasha
hopped off the tree and followed them. They paid him little heed, and even seemed to guide him to his old almost-lover. It was like a moment from a dream, and Inuyasha rubbed his eyes, wondering maybe he had fallen asleep in the
tree. Kikyo was just putting on her silken underkimono, her hair still unkempt and wet, unhindered by the clasp she
usually wore. Though her skin seemed mostly dry, it shone in the moonlight. He was so entranced by the sight that
he involuntarily swallowed and spoke her name aloud. Kikyo was caught by surprise and jumped. Instinctively, she leapt for her bow and quiver, the undergarment
whispering aside just for a split-second to reveal a breast topped by a nipple darker than Kagome’s but every bit as
agreeably stiff from the chilly springs. She grabbed the bow with one hand while snatching up her hakama with the
other, hiding her body from Inuyasha’s gaze. Her stance eased when she saw that it was him. “Inuyasha,” she
replied. Her voice was as quiet as usual, and lacked the bitter steel that it occasionally had towards him–certainly
that it had when she had fallen off the cliff after Urasue had been slain, or when she had tried to drag him to hell. “Kikyo,” he repeated. “What are you doing here?” Inuyasha mentally kicked himself for saying something so
obvious. “I was bathing. Despite what I am, I still require, and desire, to bathe regularly.” She sinched the underkimono
shut, dropping the bow to keep the hakama over her chest. “Uh, right.” Kikyo looked at him with interest. “What can I do for you, Inuyasha?” It was actually a honest question–Kikyo had not planned to cross paths with her hanyou former and possibly future
boyfriend just yet, and Inuyasha was standing there looking stupid, trying to keep his tongue from hanging out–but
Inuyasha took it in entirely the wrong fashion. For all his criticism of Kagome’s hormonal mood swings and the fact
that he was pushing fifty, he was still physically and certainly mentally barely out of his teens himself. The sight of
Kikyo standing there, imperiously beautiful as always, clutching her clothes to her in a most alluring way, sent
Inuyasha’s hormones into overdrive. His brain instantly catalogued the simple question of ‘what can I do for you’ to
‘what can I do TO you.’ Inuyasha’s approach to romance had always been similar to his approach to fighting–an all-out, scream-and-leap
offensive. Luckily for Kagome and Kikyo, Inuyasha’s own feelings of inadequacy and awkwardness tempered his
instincts; had he possessed Miroku’s self-confidence, the whole Shikon no Tama thing would never have happened,
as he would’ve had Kikyo stripped and mounted in seconds when they had first met. (On the other hand, that
probably also would’ve resulted in a purifying arrow between the eyes or in more delicate regions, also ending the
Inu-Yasha saga rather early.) However, this time, Inuyasha’s vision swam, his head pounded as the blood surged
south, and Kikyo was suddenly everything he ever wanted and more. He quickly strode over to her and seized her by the arms. Kikyo stiffened, ready to hit Inuyasha with a purifying
spell his ancestors would feel, but stopped when he placed a brutal kiss on her lips. Her eyes flew open; Inuyasha
had never been like this! Usually it had been Kikyo who had called the shots and played the tune, artfully dancing
around the fire of lust without ever letting herself be consumed by it–she was a shrine maiden, after all, and required
to be celibate. Deep down, the cruel side of her enjoyed bringing Inuyasha to the boil and then letting him simmer
for days, never giving into his instincts or her own. This time, however, Inuyasha was the aggressor, and she found herself rather liking the change. He forced open
her mouth with his tongue and she let him do so for a moment, before pushing her own tongue into his mouth and
tracing his fangs. They parted, leaving saliva in their wake, and then Inuyasha roared in again, trying to find her
tonsils through the Braille system. Once he was done swabbing her throat, or so it seemed, he licked his way down
to her throat, on the outside this time. Kikyo felt a fire she hadn’t felt in fifty years ignite in her breast, and she let go
of the hakama, which fell only to be caught by the press of their bodies. She ran her hands through his silvery hair,
surprised at its softness, and then ran her fingers delicately over his ears, remembering that this was a definite turn on
to the hanyou. Inuyasha growled appreciatively and began nibbling on her shoulders, something he remembered
never failed to get Kikyo’s motor running. What am I doing? Kikyo thought, which wasn’t easy with what Inuyasha was doing. I can’t do this...I am a miko,
I must remain pure...her lips parted in a feral smile. No, Kikyo, you are no longer pure. You are no longer bound
by the laws of man. You are free. No one expects the dead to have the conscience of a miko! You can do what you
want! She gave a little gasp. And besides, he’s grabbing my ass...where did he learn that, I wonder...oh, gods, he’s
going after my chest now...Inuyasha, you animal...why did I wait so long? For Inuyasha was going on what his friend the lecherous monk had referred to as the Miroku Special Move: one
hand to the rear, the other to the breasts, while the mouth returned north. It would either result in the woman melting
in one’s arms, or a slap that would dislocate one’s jaw. Kikyo wasn’t Sango, and didn’t have half a century of lust
built up. She let the underkimono fall away from her breasts and dragged her naked leg up across his, even as her
hands worked on the ties to his hakama and their tongues danced across each other. His claws danced gingerly
across her nipples, now free to the night, and Kikyo threw her head back in pure joy, gasping as Inuyasha transferred
his lips to her breasts. She got his tunic off and the annoying sword out of the way, giving her unfettered access to
his muscled chest and back. She left her own scars to join the others he had there, though those had been inflicted in
entirely different circumstances. Kikyo felt something poking her in the stomach, and flinched, nearly pulling away. She realized from its heat and
insistent throbbing what it was, and it panicked her for a moment. That’s his...oh, kami, that his manhood, his
Steaming Shaft, his Turtle Head, his Piece of Meat! I cannot–wait a moment! Yes, I can! I’m no longer really a
miko; Inuyasha can put that in me all he likes...oh, no, now he’s licking my belly...ahh, Inuyasha, put it in, please, I
can’t stand it, it’ll fit, I know it, you horse you, you– Kikyo’s eyes flew open to the size of platters (or Sailor Moon’s, whichever you prefer) and her hands froze on
Inuyasha’s head. Her expression of dreamy desire turned into one of utter horror. “Inuyasha,” she said thickly, “you
must stop.” Inuyasha was a little too busy tweaking Kikyo’s nipples and trying to tunnel through her navel with his
tongue, so she bent over and yelled, “Inuyasha!” “What?” he growled back, now angry. “You have...you have to stop,” she panted. “WHAT?!” He was on his knees now, inches from the infinitely interesting spot where her thighs joined. Miroku
had, one night when both of them had too much to drink, given Inuyasha some pointers on how to drive women wild.
He fully intended to put those lessons to good use now. “You must stop!” she commanded, now the imperious miko again. “Oh, this is just like you,” Inuyasha grumped. “Getting me all hot and bothered and then sending me away! Well,
not this time, Kikyo!” “I don’t want you to stop,” Kikyo admitted, “but you must!” “WHY?!” “Because...” She swallowed nervously. “Because...” She couldn’t get the words out. “Not good enough,” he snapped. Figuring that once he reached his objective Kikyo would be a lot more
responsive, he took his claws and roughly pulled the underkimono’s sash apart. The silken covering fell around
Kikyo’s feet, leaving her completely naked. Inuyasha threw Kikyo a triumphant look, let his gaze fall lovingly
around her breasts–larger than Kagome’s, his brain noted for later review–her flat stomach, her perfect navel, the
rising of her pubic mound–ooh, she shaves it! Inuyasha noticed with surge of desire, wait ‘til Miroku hears about
that–and then... Disaster. “Because...” Kikyo finished sadly, “Because I’m not anatomically correct.” Inuyasha looked down, then up again, then down. His mouth opened and closed without any sound. Kikyo
shrugged helplessly, a sheepish smile on her lips. “Uh...Urasue apparently didn’t see the need for, uh, that.” “Buh...buh...I...you...she...guh...” “Sorry?” Kikyo ventured. Kagome looked upwards from where she was packing her backpack for the journey home. “That’s weird,” she
said aloud to Shippo, who was also looking quizzically at the sky. “There sure has been a lot of screaming around
here lately.” “Yeah,” Shippo agreed, “and they’re all in a lot of pain!” “It must be Naraku’s doing,” Sango said sagely.