Happy Bath Ending

A/N: Hello everyone. First, let me apologize for the sabbatical. I'm sorry. I've had more ideas for the Bleach fic than for this one, and I was dreading writing this because it would be a long chapter. Fortunately for me, I decided to make some changes, hence the new title. Also...*grabs an envelope to address the haters*

Someone decided to 'flame' me. And I skimmed the rant, read like every 3 sentences until I got sleepy and decided to do something else. I was going to write a bevy, a plethora, a cafeteria of defenses, but on a quick check to said person's profile, they had no stories published, at least not on here. It's one thing to pretend that you're a novel critic and try to review someone, but it's entirely different to spin a concept as your own and put it out there to the masses. Coward. Write something and lets see you do something better. Oh wait, you can't. I've been flamed before. It fuels my fire to write, actually. I write as an outlet because it's illegal to kill people...at least in this country. And I'll only say this once. IF YOU WANT SOMETHING CANON, SOMETHING MORE LIKE THE MANGA/ANIME, THEN GO FUCKING WATCH THE ANIME OR READ THE MANGA AND GET THE FUCK OFF MY SHIT!!!! It thoroughly annoys me when people are idiots. If my stories aren't for you, then that's fine. Alls I can say is keep it moving, asshole.

Personal rant over. And don't feel special, flamer. Some of it was for you, but not all of it. That was for anyone who has issue with ANY of my stories. No need to tell me you don't like my stories, because no one gives a fuck. And my birthday was last Monday. Perhaps the older I get, the angrier I get...who knows. My mom brought me some tequila back from Mexico, but I denied myself a drink until I finished this. I have love for you...most of you. Others can go eat John McCain's dick.


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“How do you feel?”

“How do I feel about what?”

“About me.” Expressive blue eyes met cool lavender.

“Well, Steel Fang, what exactly are you asking me?”

Kouga frowned and sat up. He didn’t like going through this emotional rollercoaster with Sakura, even though Junko mentioned casually something along the lines of him ‘bringing it on himself’. He frowned again and stood, stretching in the moonlight, his lithe body making shadows across Sakura’s own naked body.

She folded her arms and frowned, pulling the wolf skin blanket higher up. She and Kouga had met for one of their forest rendezvous, and Kouga was asking her strange questions again. If she didn’t care about him, want him, love him, then why would she be out there with him? She swallowed and stood, leaving the skin behind.

Kouga gave her a slightly surprised look as she stood in front of him, naked with her head cocked to the side. He willed himself not to visually rape her and instead looked into her eyes, which were dark and cloudy.

“What is it that you want me to say to you?” Her words were low and hushed, and a pang of guilt hit Kouga. It was only because of his own insecurities that he even asked the questions. He opened his mouth, but then closed it and opted to smile, his fangs shiny in the light. Sakura took a step toward him, and bumped into his stomach with her hip, giving him a mischievous look.

“Gods, I love you,” Kouga murmured, grabbing her and holding her tight. He smelled her tears, and then felt them fall on his shoulder as he held her. He rubbed her lovingly, realizing that it was so easy, easier than he had ever anticipated it could be.

“I love you too, my Wolf Prince,” Sakura murmured into the muscled shoulder, and smiled when she felt Kouga’s heart beat faster. “Was that what you wanted to know?” She looked up at him and smiled, stroking his cheek.

“Yes.” He bent his head and kissed her softly, running his tongue over her teeth before sucking her bottom lip. She moaned into the kiss and threaded her fingers through his messy ponytail, pressing their bodies closer. She could feel him getting hard again and moved his hands down to her ass. He greedily cupped the jiggly flesh and moved a hand down to her thigh, lifting her leg. He lifted her other thigh and walked her over to a nearby tree, squatting and placing her legs on his shoulders. He looked at her fully displayed sex before him, panting lightly.

“I have to taste you,” Kouga whispered lustfully, inhaling her tangy scent. He growled his approval before dipping his tongue into her, making her cry out. Sakura grabbed fistfuls of his hair and arched her back, the bark of the tree cutting into her flesh. She thrusted herself into his mouth, crying out again when one of Kouga’s fangs nipped at her clit. Sakura tried to grip the tree, Kouga’s shoulder, anything nearby to anchor herself. She could swear she heard angels singing as Kouga’s tongue made love to her weeping slit, catching sweet dew drops from her. She grabbed and pulled her ownhair, raggedly breathing from the multiple orgasms Kouga was giving her. His tongue felt miles long, and impossibly thick. Their eyes met and Kouga pulled back, staring at her, then licking her a few times and moving a clawed finger to wiggle her clit.

“GODS YES!” Sakura screamed, on the verge of crying. Kouga, having his fill of the foreplay and teasing swiftly stood and changed his position, entering in to her, all the way to the hilt. He rocked her against the tree, fucking her hard enough to shake some of the leaves free. Sakura moaned and dragged her nails over his strong back, leaving small cuts behind. They exchanged passionate kisses between the thrusts, Sakura moaning again when Kouga took a breast in his hand and kneaded it, playing with the nipple.

“Be my mate,” He whispered hoarsely, licking the sweat between her cleavage. Her lavender eyes went wide and she opened her mouth to answer, but her final orgasm hit her and her eyes rolled back, clearing all her thoughts. Kouga buried his face in her neck, whining because of his want to mark her. He licked over the place he would choose to bite her, his blood searing within him. With a growl, he lifted and removed her from the tree, kissing her cheek when she hissed with pain. He lay her on the wolf skin blanket and cleaned her back off, picking out chips of bark that had embedded themselves in her skin. He licked over her wounds gracefully, thankful for the sweet, coppery taste of her blood. The fire in his own veins snuffed out, and he was able to rationally think again.

They lay on the skins quietly, Kouga still loving on Sakura’s back, and her laying on her stomach in reflective thought. Did he really want her to be his mate? Her being human would cause many problems in his pack. What if she were to get pregnant? She would produce a hanyou, and she couldn’t bear to have a child go through the horrors that Inuyasha had. She frowned and placed her head tiredly on her folded arms, sighing.

“Is there something wrong?” Kouga’s voice was nothing more than a sleepily content whisper as he nuzzled the back of her neck. She sighed again and shook her head wordlessly.

“There is something wrong. Your scent changed from one of arousal to one of fear. Are you afraid of something, Sakura?” Kouga wrapped an arm around her and snuggled against her, smiling when he felt her warm hand stroke his forearm.

“You want me to be your mate? But what about your pack? And if we have a cub, it will be a hanyou. Do you…” She trailed off and swallowed back tears, glad that her back was facing him so he wouldn’t see her cry. “Do you care if your heirs are not full demons?”

Kouga sighed. “I never even considered that. I only knew that from the first time I saw you that I had to make you mine. I figured all other decisions would come just as easy as that one had.” He squeezed her closer to him, mindful of the painful scratches on her back. He kissed her neck and murmured sweet thoughts in her ear, some of them making her laugh out loud. Once her breathing evened, he wrapped her up in the skins and picked her up to carry her back to the castle. He nodded at Tenchi as he passed through the gate, as now the two men had an understanding. He lay her in her bed and watched her for awhile before fleeing the castle. He had to smirk at his handiwork; now Chisato would have no doubt that only he would have been able to carry the heavy wolf skins to her precious castle. But the agreement was that she would not be seeing him at the castle. He laughed as he ran back through the castle, thinking of how impressed the elders would be with his decision of a mate.
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Kagura looked at Sango, who had been very very quiet, and very very still. She had managed to clean up Kohaku’s broken body, and both of them buried the dead child. Sango had not cried, rather her eyes looked distant and cloudy, like the sky before a hard rain. Kagura noted there was a change in the slayer’s personality, again. She seemed to have more wits about her, as if seeing her only sibling dead with Naraku’s seed dripping from his lips had stricken her back into lucidity. Kagura had briefly explained how she went to assist Sesshoumaru, and that Kohaku had told her that she was dead and begged her to stay with him. Sango barely paid any attention to what was being said, keeping her head down the whole time.

“What is the plan?”

Sango had been so quiet, her question made Kagura jump.

“Plan?…”

“To destroy Naraku. I’m sure you didn’t go running to Sesshoumaru without some sort of plan devised.” Sango’s words were hard edged, and she needed to know that there was some sort of battle tactic, some sort of blueprint or something for them to go on. Kagura opened her mouth to respond, but then closed it.

“I had no plan, other than to give him as many shards as I could find and let him know what I knew of Naraku’s plans.”

Sango narrowed her eyes. “Did you give him Kohaku’s shard?” Her voice was shrill, and Kagura shook her head quickly. Sango sighed and looked out of a nearby window.

“I remember that night you gave me my shard. I was broken that night. Heart broken. Miroku doesn’t love me anymore,” She whispered, tears falling down her face. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, and Kagura, racked with guilt, moved closer to her and gingerly embraced her.

“He is a houshi. You could never have had a decent life with him. Would you really want to be with a man that had to devote his life to God? Where would the time for you come? He is a selfish man,” Kagura added, stroking Sango’s matted hair. Sango shoved her away and folded herself up in the fetal position. Kagura nodded and stood, walking away. She came back moments later with a pillow made from wheat chaff and a blanket. She lay the pillow down and covered Sango with the blanket. Nodding at her work, she turned to leave, but was halted by strained words.

“Did you love my brother?”

Kagura paused. “Very much.”

Sango took a labored, hitching breath and exhaled. “Stay here. If my brother could trust you, then so could I.” She moved the wheat chaff pillow over and Kagura lay down beside her, facing the other direction. She felt uneasy, but she did need sleep, and didn’t feel like facing the night alone. She closed her eyes and took a breath and let it out slowly.

“Tomorrow, Kagura.” Sango’s words were chilling, as her voice held a dark undertone that made Kagura shudder. All she could manage was a nod, closing her eyes and thankful that the stressful day had come to a close.
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Golden eyes fluttered and then opened in groggy shock. Left side, Chisato. Right side, Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha bit his bottom lip and smiled sweetly at both of them, making Sesshoumaru’s heart skip a beat. Chisato wanted to punch him in the back of the head.

“You need to be mated.” Chisato’s voice sounded angry, and her hand was on her hip, seemingly the only stance she knew. Inuyasha sleepily smiled again and rolled over.

“Already mated,” He mumbled, going back to sleep. A pinch on the arm and a yelp from his own mouth made him sit up in the bed, disheveled and angry. He moodily rubbed his belly, as Hime had just kicked him in the bladder.

“You are not mated yet. All you and Sesshoumaru do is bite each other. You have to have a formal blood ritual so that enough of your bloods pass through. It will boost your defenses,” Chisato explained, and Sesshoumaru noted a subtle undertone in her voice. He waited for her to explain the rest, and she didn’t. He didn’t like keeping secrets from Inuyasha, but then again he also wouldn’t like Chisato to rip open his throat.

“Blood ritual?” Inuyasha groaned and scrubbed his face with his hands. He had heard of such rituals from Sango, and usually they entailed the demons getting ‘hitched’, dressing up in hot, itchy clothing, and standing around looking stupid. Inuyasha frowned and scratched his long, messy hair, glaring blame at Sesshoumaru. The powerful lord felt trapped. Between his pregnant mate and his irate mother, there was no chance of escape, and the mortality rate was high.

“It will help to protect you and Hime. And it will truly show that we are mated.” Sesshoumaru sat on the corner of the bed and patted Inuyasha’s hand, making the hanyou nod. It tickled him pink that someone wanted to show ownership of him and express their love so freely. He blushed slightly, when Sesshoumaru’s fingers curled over his, the gesture making Chisato snort.

“You will be mated tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!!”

“Shut up, or I will make it today,” Chisato threatened menacingly, pinching his arm again. Inuyasha whimpered and pulled away, two blue bruises quickly forming on his left bicep. For good measure, she pinched Sesshoumaru also, making the strong youkai yelp and pull back warily.

She patted their cheeks softly and walked out of the room to gather her favorite accomplice and start making preparations. Although she wore a great poker face in front of her sons, she was internally worried out of her mind. They didn’t have the time that they would usually have had if Inuyasha had been a youkai already. The hanyou pregnancy is always more advanced, both in speed and in complications, and perhaps the blood ritual could slow the pregnancy and give herself and Sesshoumaru more time to devise a plot against Naraku. She refused to concede to Goanna’s words, determined to not let another person hurt either of her sons, even if that person was fate. She paused outside of Rin’s door and thought for a moment. Turning away, she walked out of the castle, a new destination in mind.
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Inuyasha folded his arms under his chest and looked at Sesshoumaru with an arched eyebrow. The youkai was currently laying back on the bed, hands folded over his stomach staring at the ceiling. He had been very quiet since Chisato left, and the silence was unnerving.

“Kagura was here not long ago. She gave us a large portion of the shards Naraku had.” Sesshoumaru remained staring at the ceiling.

Inuyasha looked confused. “Why would she do that?”

Sesshoumaru sighed. “She thinks Naraku is going to kill her soon. She may even be dead now. She overheard him saying something about killing you and taking me and the baby. Nonsense,” He added, rubbing his eyes.

Inuyasha narrowed his eyes. “Feh, who cares? Kagura has been a defector for awhile, and now Sango is on their side, so all of them can die for all I care. You know what? Kagome will have to come to purify those shards. I can send Sakura to tell her…no, she and Kouga will end up fucking and she‘ll probably forget. Who can we send to go get Kagome?”

Sesshoumaru stared at him. “Did you miss what I said? Naraku plans on killing you and taking Hime and making me his love slave! Does that not…bother you?” His brows knitted anxiously, and Inuyasha laughed and stroked one of the magenta stripes on his brother’s face, making him growl happily.

“That could never happen. Not in a million bajillion zillion years.” He laughed and cuddled into his brother. Sesshoumaru, unable to rebuff him, wrapped his arms around him and sighed contently.

“A million bajillion zillion years you say?”

Inuyasha giggled. “At least.”

Sesshoumaru smiled and stroked long white hair. “How many years is that?” He whispered seductively, his hand lightly grazing over Inuyasha’s breast.

The hanyou moaned as a sensitive nipple was grazed. “Long enough to make love before Mama-sama gets back.” He started laughing when Sesshoumaru threw the covers over them.

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Mayumi raised her head upon hearing leaves crunch outside. She looked out the window and glared at the white haired figure approaching her home. “It appears as though we have an unwelcome guest,” She announced, dropping her broom. Midoriko shuffled over to the window and practically threw her daughter out of the way, opening the door wide.

“Chisato-san! How are you?” Midoriko gushed, bowing and gesturing for the woman to come inside. Chisato sneered at Mayumi, who scuttled away quickly.

“No thank you, Midi-san. I didn’t come to stay. I will sit outside, because your daughter smells.”

Midoriko frowned and shot Mayumi a dirty look when the girl stood to close the door. Mayumi indeed was a very dirty girl, and to someone like Chisato with such a sensitive nose, probably smelled terrible. She snatched the tea tray and slammed the door in Mayumi’s face, making Chisato chuckle. She turned and smiled at the Inu mother, leading her to a wooden bench and table set a little ways from her home.

“Well, this is a wonderful surprise! The last time I saw you…let’s see,” Midoriko said, tapping a finger on her wizened chin as she poured tea for her guest. “I’d say you had a little white haired Inu popping from between your legs? How is dear Sesshoumaru-chan?”

Chisato glared at her over the rim of the tea cup. “Cut the crap, Midi. I already knew about his and Inuyasha’s baby. I knew even before that slayer attacked him in the woods. So if you think I’m here to kill you for not saying anything, then you’d be mistaken.”

“Oh, thank Kami-sama. Now I can stop being so nice,” The old midwife said, loosing her straightened posture and sagging comfortably on the wooden bench outside her home. She scratched at the loose skin on her neck and looked at Chisato. “So why are you here if you know about the baby? I won’t help you kill it,” Midoriko said vehemently.

Chisato sighed. Midi was one of the oldest, meanest, stubborn humans-no living beings that had ever been wretchedly conceived. She could say in no certain terms that the old woman was not scared of her, and that was fine since there was a plethora of others that were. She had a respect for the woman, as she came in the middle of a snowy night to help her deliver Sesshoumaru, and even gave her special healing salts so that she could mend fast. She also told Inu no Taisho that he had to wait awhile to start ‘rutting’ her, as the old woman put it, and that if he tore her open, that she would return the favor. A frigid look at his private area helped him understand the penalty. Chisato had even sent her condolences and money when she had heard of the murder of Isako.

“I don’t wish to kill my grandchild. Quite the contrary. Have you heard of Shimizu?” Chisato thinned her lips when Midoriko rattled her cup.

“Sh-Shimizu?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think, Sato-san, that that baby is-”

“Yes. Goanna confirmed it.”

“Goanna?“ Midoriko laughed until it turned into a cough so deep that she turned scarlet red and Chisato had to come and gently swat her back. “That Oracle lies. Don’t trust her as far as you could throw her. But I suppose you could throw her fairly far. That is, if you wanted to.” Midoriko raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

Chisato chuckled. “You sound hopeful, Midi-san.”

Midoriko smiled at her. “For the first time probably ever, you sound hopeful also, Sato-san.”

Chisato blushed. “Thank you, but I didn’t come for compliments and weak tea. I came because I have concerns about Inuyasha’s pregnancy. As you probably noticed when you checked him, that he and Sesshoumaru are not fully mated. And the baby is developing rapidly. Very rapidly. We only have twenty days left until the new moon, and by the way he smells and looks, he may have the baby around then, if not before then. It seems too soon for all of this…excitement.”

“You know they are not fully mated yet.” Midoriko cracked her arthritic knuckles.

Chisato nodded. “I told them that they are to be mated tomorrow. Short notice, I know. But that baby is coming and coming quickly.”

Midoriko nodded and stood, her hands behind her back. “So you are thinking that if they mate and have the ritual that it will slow things down?” Chisato nodded. Midoriko ‘hmmmed’ to herself and started pacing around the table, looking at the sky.

“The child is powerful. I sensed its determination as I was healing Inuyasha. Where were you that night?”

“I was in the study, explaining Shimizu to Sesshoumaru. He needed to understand what was going on. Inuyasha still doesn’t know.” Chisato folded her hands in her lap, her tea cooling even further.

“The hanyou doesn’t know? Why not?”

“Because he doesn’t need to know.” The words were sharp, making Midoriko frown and then sigh.

“As I told Lord Sesshoumaru, ‘it is your basket to carry’. The problem with your idea is that Inuyasha is a hanyou, and also that he is a male. In fact, has his body undergone the change?”

Chisato shrugged uncomfortably. “He has breasts. They came up shortly after you healed him and left.”

“What about the vagina?”

Chisato looked even more uncomfortable. “What about it?”

“Where is it?!!” Midoriko’s voice sounded almost accusing, as if she was asking Chisato where she had hidden her favorite kimono.

“I don’t know if he has one! I mean, I saw him naked for a moment, but he pulled a sheet over himself. Why?”

“Because, Sato-san, if he has a vagina, then the blood ritual may not slow things down. It will give him a higher defense, and also finalize the bond between him and Sesshoumaru, but I don’t know if the pregnancy will be slowed. If it is Shimizu, a few drops of blood won’t stop it.” Midoriko grinned saucily. “So how does it feel to be the grandmother to the Second Coming?”

Chisato stood angrily. “So there’s nothing you can do? And I’ve wasted all this time here with you?”

Midoriko feigned hurt. “I’m insulted. I thought it was time well spent.”

“Go to hell. The ceremony is tomorrow. Make sure you at least take a bath if you decide to come,” Chisato grumbled, leaving several gold coins on the table. She gave the old woman a curious look when the coins were pushed back toward her.

“I told you, I enjoyed talking to you.” The woman’s murky eyes stared deeply into Chisato’s, and the regal woman collapsed onto the wooden seat. Midoriko held her gingerly and combed gnarled fingers through white silk hair and sang softly as the youkai cried tears of angst and exhaustion in her lap. Mayumi stared on at them, jealous.
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“Prince Kouga! Prince Kouga!!!” Junko screamed in front of Kouga’s cave, making the wolf’s head hurt from the shrill yelling. The wolf winced and came out of his cave, glaring at Junko. The little girl grinned widely, dirt on her face.

“Whaddaya want now, Kid?”

“Sakura-san is here.” Kouga frowned at the suggestive way Junko said Sakura’s name and put his hand over her face, shoving it gently as he walked past. Junko wiped her face off with her hands, spitting and carrying on until one of the elder women came to put her back to work in the garden.

Kouga broke out in a sweat. Sakura wasn’t supposed to come until later on that night! He ran back into his cave, trying to groom himself as quickly as possible, picking burrs and twigs from his pelt and tail. He placed one of those ‘breath mint’ things in his mouth that Kagome was always pushing at him and walked back out of the cave only to see Sakura talking to Kagome. Jealousy filled him for a brief moment as he stalked over to them, trying his best to look sexy.

“Hello gorgeous,” He cooed to Sakura, bending to kiss her and was slightly disappointed when he only received her cheek. She smiled at him and looked at Kagome, who nodded and went to retrieve her bag.

“So what was that about?” Kouga asked, trying again to kiss Sakura’s lips. The healer giggled and pushed past him, stretching her arms. “I’m here on business, darling. Lord Sesshoumaru requested for Kagome to come to the castle, and Master Inuyasha convinced him to let me be the one to come and get her. For obvious reasons, I assume,” She added, tracing a cool finger between Kouga’s pectorals.

The wolf growled and swatted her hand away. “I thought you said you were here on business,” He half teased, half reminded. If she didn’t want to play with him, then he damn sight wouldn’t play with her. Sakura cast him a sultry look and licked her lips slowly. She started to turn her head to bare her neck, but Kouga stopped her with a deadly feral look.

“Don’t. It’s driving me crazy, your scent, your looks, just…” Kouga ran a frustrated hand through his hair and pleaded with crystal clear blue eyes. Sakura nodded, even having the decency to put her hair over her neck, shielding the creamy flesh that Kouga’s youkai so desperately wanted to mark. The beast that threatened to rise only a moment ago was quelled, and his tail wagged behind him.

“Okay, I’m ready!” Kagome called, adjusting her knapsack. She walked over to them, hoisting her backpack again. “I’m gonna go to-”

“I know where you are going. Sakura told me,” Kouga said, his voice icier than he meant it to be. Kagome immediately pouted at the harsh talk and shot him a raspberry before flouncing off. Kouga was mad, until he saw her backside.

Her panties were showing. Apparently when she put her book bag on, her skirt had gotten caught up in it somehow. He bit his lip to keep from laughing and looked gleefully at Sakura.

“Yes, I plan on letting her walk to the castle like that,” Sakura assured him. Kouga couldn’t hold back. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her hard.

“I love you,” He whispered into her salt and pepper colored hair. He smiled when he felt her shoulders shake from laughter.

“Love you too, Kouga.”

“COME ON!!!” Kagome yelled, several yards down the path. Sakura smirked and parted from Kouga, running to catch up with Kagome. Junko walked up behind him and grimaced at Kagome’s panties. She giggled until she saw Kouga glaring at her again.

“Why didn’t you tell me that Sakura was here for Kagome and not me?”

Junko shrugged. “I just said that Sakura-san was here. Whatever thoughts you had after that ain’t my fault or business.”

Kouga sighed. Between Kagome’s undies, Sakura’s seduction, and Junko’s attitude, he needed a nap. Or some strong sake, either would do. He turned and walked back to his cave, his tail lowered in defeat.


A/N: Sorry for the bitch fit at the beginning. More will come sooner than later.