Whirlwind
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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,119
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Catching up
Catching up…
I don’t own Inuyasha, so what?!
He was perched on a high branch of a tree, overlooking the small group. One half demon, three full demons, and three humans, to say the least, it was an abnormal sight. His dark indigo eyes glanced over to the small fox pup, playing around with the fire/cat demon, seeming to be playing tail-tag. They were to the left of the group and far back, enjoying themselves.
His darkly somber eyes trailed to the monk and the demon exterminator, as they busied themselves with the needs of the camp. Next his dark eyes fell upon his heart’s infatuation. She was by the fire, feeding it more wood and stirring it with a skinny stick. Her ebony hair danced softly in the passing breeze, shimmering in the sun’s golden light.
She wore her usual bizarre clothing, though her shirt seemed a little tighter and her skirt shorter today. As she sat down before the flames, with her long legs curved under her, her hands busy with the fire, and her expression thoughtful, a warm sensation spread through his chest. She was beautiful.
His eyes only focused on her and he stared at her, as he always did, like a mystical nymph that had fallen from the heavens. But his concentration was shatter as a certain dog demon walked into his view. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the dog talked to his mystical nymph. By the expressions on their face the conversation seemed quite serious.
That was when his heated indigo eyes fell upon the figure behind them. She was stretched out on a bedding of dark cloth, twisting and withering in high levels of pain. Her dark crimson mane was matted to her pale face, most likely damp with her sweat.
A light sheen of sweat had also coated her tone body, her tan skin glistening in the sun. His eyes studied her intensely. The way her supple breast strained against the thin cloth covering them every time she breathed. How her slightly muscular stomach quivered as she clutched her sides lightly or how her long legs rubbed together as if to soothe the ach away. Another warm sensation spread throughout his chest, but it burned…filling him with anger and an emotion he could not place.
Absentmindedly, the fingers of his right hand reached up, fingering the hot, angry mark at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Hatred consumed him, blinded him, tormenting his very being. But before the dark emotion crept into his soul his concentration was shattered yet again. That damn dog moved into his line of vision again, stooping down to the female thrashing in pain and brushing her damp locks out her face. A deep growl spilt from his throat and he shook with rage. No male was allowed near his bitch. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so possessive, but he did not fight the feeling and willing let it wash over his being.
Within a fury of a whirlwind he was in front of the camp within seconds. The velocity of the wind he created vanquished the small fire and hurled Kagome into Inuyasha’s protective embrace; surprising enough he was not angered by it. There was a squeal of surprise, two gasps of shock, a growl of disdain, and a hiss of annoyance. Slowly the group assembled themselves protectively in front of his bitch. His eyes did not see them, yet seemed to stare past them at the figure he knew lay behind them.
“What do you want now, Kouga?” Inuyasha said in a flat and boring tone.
“I have come for what is mines,” Kouga growled softly, finally bringing his indigo orbs to Inuyasha’s indifferent golden ones.
“How many time must we go through this damn it,” Inuyasha sighed. Kouga rolled his eyes with a sigh of his own, his tail twitching impatiently. “Kagome is not yours. Why don’t—”
“I don’t want the bitch,” Kouga replied through clenched teeth, which earned a gasp of surprise from the group. He had never spoke of Kagome in such a cold manner, but he was unable to stop the words that slipped past his lips. Kouga’s body was already starting to react to the closeness of his bitch. Heat surged through his veins, his body trembled softly with the need to hunt, and his heart already pounded in his ears with the need… He fisted his hands at his side, willing the emotions way with all his strength. “I have come for Alica.”
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I don’t own Inuyasha, so what?!
He was perched on a high branch of a tree, overlooking the small group. One half demon, three full demons, and three humans, to say the least, it was an abnormal sight. His dark indigo eyes glanced over to the small fox pup, playing around with the fire/cat demon, seeming to be playing tail-tag. They were to the left of the group and far back, enjoying themselves.
His darkly somber eyes trailed to the monk and the demon exterminator, as they busied themselves with the needs of the camp. Next his dark eyes fell upon his heart’s infatuation. She was by the fire, feeding it more wood and stirring it with a skinny stick. Her ebony hair danced softly in the passing breeze, shimmering in the sun’s golden light.
She wore her usual bizarre clothing, though her shirt seemed a little tighter and her skirt shorter today. As she sat down before the flames, with her long legs curved under her, her hands busy with the fire, and her expression thoughtful, a warm sensation spread through his chest. She was beautiful.
His eyes only focused on her and he stared at her, as he always did, like a mystical nymph that had fallen from the heavens. But his concentration was shatter as a certain dog demon walked into his view. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the dog talked to his mystical nymph. By the expressions on their face the conversation seemed quite serious.
That was when his heated indigo eyes fell upon the figure behind them. She was stretched out on a bedding of dark cloth, twisting and withering in high levels of pain. Her dark crimson mane was matted to her pale face, most likely damp with her sweat.
A light sheen of sweat had also coated her tone body, her tan skin glistening in the sun. His eyes studied her intensely. The way her supple breast strained against the thin cloth covering them every time she breathed. How her slightly muscular stomach quivered as she clutched her sides lightly or how her long legs rubbed together as if to soothe the ach away. Another warm sensation spread throughout his chest, but it burned…filling him with anger and an emotion he could not place.
Absentmindedly, the fingers of his right hand reached up, fingering the hot, angry mark at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Hatred consumed him, blinded him, tormenting his very being. But before the dark emotion crept into his soul his concentration was shattered yet again. That damn dog moved into his line of vision again, stooping down to the female thrashing in pain and brushing her damp locks out her face. A deep growl spilt from his throat and he shook with rage. No male was allowed near his bitch. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so possessive, but he did not fight the feeling and willing let it wash over his being.
Within a fury of a whirlwind he was in front of the camp within seconds. The velocity of the wind he created vanquished the small fire and hurled Kagome into Inuyasha’s protective embrace; surprising enough he was not angered by it. There was a squeal of surprise, two gasps of shock, a growl of disdain, and a hiss of annoyance. Slowly the group assembled themselves protectively in front of his bitch. His eyes did not see them, yet seemed to stare past them at the figure he knew lay behind them.
“What do you want now, Kouga?” Inuyasha said in a flat and boring tone.
“I have come for what is mines,” Kouga growled softly, finally bringing his indigo orbs to Inuyasha’s indifferent golden ones.
“How many time must we go through this damn it,” Inuyasha sighed. Kouga rolled his eyes with a sigh of his own, his tail twitching impatiently. “Kagome is not yours. Why don’t—”
“I don’t want the bitch,” Kouga replied through clenched teeth, which earned a gasp of surprise from the group. He had never spoke of Kagome in such a cold manner, but he was unable to stop the words that slipped past his lips. Kouga’s body was already starting to react to the closeness of his bitch. Heat surged through his veins, his body trembled softly with the need to hunt, and his heart already pounded in his ears with the need… He fisted his hands at his side, willing the emotions way with all his strength. “I have come for Alica.”
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