Happy Bath Ending

A/N: No one wants to hear my excuses, so I won't give any. I will update Head Trauma...one day. I really will try to finish my Inuyasha fics and Bleach fic by the end of the year. I've decided even if I write a paragraph a night, that's better than nothing. Hope you guys like where the story is going and that it isn't too predictable. Enjoy and thanks for the support, reviews, hate (lol) and especially the love.


Inuyasha arched his back, rolling his eyes in his head. He had told Sesshoumaru strictly in jest that due to his ‘agreement’ with Sango behind his back that his punishment was that he wasn’t allowed to touch the hanyou in any way, shape, or form. Sesshoumaru respected his brother’s wishes for all of 5 minutes before reaching out and stroking his one weakness-his ears. After a few moments of tender caresses, his pussy was practically leaking, and Sesshoumaru had hoarsely asked whether or not the ’no contact order’ was still in effect. The answer was his brother slinging his hand behind the youkai’s neck and crushing his lips to the ones between his legs, wanton and almost whorish moans pouring from his throat.

Sesshoumaru’s tongue stopped probing for a moment before coming up to attach his mouth to the inside of one of Inuyasha’s silken thighs. His eyes were a shade of red that would have been frightening to anyone else, but to Inuyasha made his heart beat with need. He loved that lust-filled hazy look that he was getting, and moaned again, running his hand over his breasts that were spilling out of his robe. He continued rubbing a hand down over his stomach, creeping closer and closer to his weeping crevice, almost shocked when Sesshoumaru snarled at him.

“Mine.“ The phrase was guttural, and Sesshoumaru’s eyes flashed with serious intent. Inuyasha reveled in the borderline obsession that his mate displayed. To push him further, he ignored the fangs hovering near his clit and dipped a finger inside of himself, moaning at the sensation. He moaned again, this time in pain upon feeling sharp teeth at one of his knuckles. He withdrew his finger and immediately he felt Sesshoumaru’s tongue on his hand, lapping away the small trickle of blood from the puncture and also the juices that covered his hand.

Sesshoumaru loved the taste of Inuyasha. Always sweet, faintly coppery. Watching his hands grip soft flesh, marking it, squeezing and then watching the red lines fade away was always a delight. The feel of the hard button in his mouth was enough to make him cum, but he wanted his seed to find comfort inside of his mate, his brother, his true love. He removed his mouth from between Inuyasha’s legs and stared at him, stroking himself slowly. He had long discarded his clothing, standing naked and perfect, a vision of pure beauty.

Inuyasha stared back, remembering the jealous looks that they both received at their mating ceremony, fully well knowing most of the youkai in the hall that night would give men, castles, gold, and land just for one night with either of them. He reached a hand up, running it over Sesshoumaru’s abdominal muscles. He smiled at the hiss from his brother’s mouth, and blushed when his hand was taken and gently kissed. Sesshoumaru quietly joined him in the bed, kissing him slow and deep. Their tongues met and curved against each other, the faint taste of Inuyasha still on Sesshoumaru’s lips. Inuyasha opened his mouth and panted against Sesshoumaru, making the youkai nip at the full bottom lip. Inuyasha simply chuckled and molded his curvy body to his mate’s, pushing his full breasts against a hard chest.

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes. Inuyasha’s powers of seduction had exponentially increased since that day he found him rejected and wary in the woods. He took his time with that sweet mouth, dipping his tongue in and out, loving the moans from his love and allowing a few moans of his own to be audible from time to time. His hardened length was noticeably bumping against Inuyasha’s leg, and he smiled when the hanyou tried to move beneath him to make that erection bump something else.

“I thought you didn’t want me touching you.” Sesshoumaru’s teasing voice was smooth, and Inuyasha gasped when he felt a hot tongue lap over his mating scar.

“You shouldn’t play such games that you can’t handle.” He smiled deeper, then frowned. His brother looked too satisfied, too smug. He paused a moment, and scowled. Somehow in the midst of his teasing, Inuyasha had managed to work a leg on side of him, which conveniently spread him enough to make Sesshoumaru’s head end up inside of him.

“Maybe you should spend more time on your tactics and less trying to think of my next move.” Inuyasha’s voice was playfully smug, his smirk leaving as he felt that delicious length slide deeper into him. He was swimming in a sea of red and white silk, his chest on fire. It seemed the more he and his brother made love, the more intense it got. He wrapped his arms around Sesshoumaru’s back, urging him to find a way to go deeper. His breath came in short pants as he was stretched to the brink. It was beautiful.

Sesshoumaru nibbled at rosy cheeks, his hands roaming freely. He could feel fingernails scraping against his back, seeking premature release. His cock slid through Inuyasha like a hot knife through butter, searing, spreading. He felt the pressure in his balls build and cradled Inuyasha lovingly, wanting the Inu to be completely covered with him when they came. He looked into shiny honey colored eyes, knowing the exact moment when the hanyou came, feeling that comforting heat surround him, stealing his breath. A few more pumps and Sesshoumaru was undone, gushing into that tight cavern, squeezing Inuyasha probably too hard, but hearing no complaints from the exhausted mate. Inuyasha moved his head against Sesshoumaru’s chest, trying to get comfortable. The smell of their sex hung in the air, making both of them drowsy.

“Koi,” Sesshoumaru purred, nuzzling Inuyasha’s face and hair. Inuyasha was beyond words as a response. He snuggled against him, rubbing his body against him. Hime pushed against Inuyasha’s belly, not wanting her parents to forget about her. Sesshoumaru chuckled at feeling the baby’s faint movements, although they weren’t as faint in Inuyasha’s body. They sighed comfortably, closing their eyes.

“LORD SESSHOUMARU!! LORD INUYASHA!!!” Sakura burst into their chambers, loud and red-faced. Sesshoumaru sat directly up in the bed, poison dripping from his claws.

“How dare you disturb our bed chambers!” His voice was a frightening roar, one that made Sakura fall face down in the floor.

“Forgive me, Lord Sesshoumaru, but we need you quick to the library! Rin has gotten into the shards!”

Sesshoumaru sighed and looked at Inuyasha. “Is she harmed?” Inuyasha asked gently from the bed. Sakura raised her head, her violet eyes dark. “Please come and see,” She whispered. She bowed apologetically and scooted out of the room.

“What do you think could happen to her? She’s just a child, she should have no impact on the shards. Right?” Sesshoumaru prodded when Inuyasha was silent. Instead of talking, the hanyou got up and waddled to the nearest wardrobe. He wrapped a blue and yellow kimono around himself and tossed Sesshoumaru a robe to wear also. The youkai wordlessly put on the clothing and then knelt to pick Inuyasha up. He had noticed that his mate’s ankles had become swollen, and didn’t want him trying to walk down the winding staircase to the library.
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Rin’s whimper’s filled the library, and could easily be heard in the hallway. Sesshoumaru shifted Inuyasha’s weight to one arm and pushed open the doors, gasping. He could see Rin’s face was red and puffy from crying. She was leaned against Chisato, clutching her kimono, and as soon as she saw Sesshoumaru, she started crying even harder. She acted as if she were genuinely scared of Sesshoumaru, something she had never done, even when he threatened to take a switch to her behind when she had spilled green tea on Mokomokosama.

Sesshoumaru gently lay Inuyasha on a chaise nearby and walked over to Rin, who was practically buried in Chisato’s thigh, sobbing. Chisato gave a look to Sesshoumaru that was nothing short of confusion mixed with ‘get her off of me’, and the Western Lord sighed deeply. He reached forward and stroked long brown hair, trying to soothe the inconsolable child.

“Rin. Rin-chan, look at me.” The little girl lifted her tear streaked face, a thick line of snot streaming from her nose. She was worse than Inuyasha when he cried. Sesshoumaru wrinkled his nose and retrieved a hanky from his robe, and pressed it against Rin’s nose. He wiggled it and encouraged her to blow, grimacing at the increased weight of the hanky as he closed it and handed it to Suzuka, who was standing nearby looking on.

“Tell me, Hotaru, why are you so upset?” Inuyasha smiled softly at Sesshoumaru being understanding and calm with Rin. He patted his stomach in appreciation in knowing that Hime would be loved indefinitely.

Rin wiped her eyes and pouted. “You’re gonna be mad.”

Sesshoumaru chuckled. “You cannot dictate how this Sesshoumaru feels. Now tell me why you are down here crying and ruining my mother’s kimono.”

Rin sat up and sighed, hiccupping. “I was playing outside, and Jaken said I was being noisy and to come in here and close the doors to play.”

“Ummhmm.”

“So I was playing, but I got bored and opened the dresser drawers to find something to play with. And then I found the purple and pink crystals, and they were pretty, so I played with them.”

Sesshoumaru cast a mildly annoyed look at Sakura, who was standing at the doors. Had she really interrupted he and Inuyasha’s bedtime for this?

“Rin, tell Lord Sesshoumaru about the crystals you were playing with,” Suzuka gently prompted, making Rin’s eyes go wide. Rin faced Sesshoumaru again, her pretty face scrunching up.

“I broke them!” She wailed, hurling herself at Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru looked at Chisato, who looked…excited?

“Rin. Explain yourself to me.” Sesshoumaru was much unnerved by his mother’s expression.

Rin pulled back and sniffed. “I was playin with the crystals, and then some of the purple ones turned pink. I didn’t notice until a lot of them had turned pink! I tried to make them purple again, but I couldn’t! I’m sorry Lord Sesshoumaru, I promise I tried to fix it!!!” Rin was hysterically screaming, knowing that this time she had done it, and that her ass was going to meet a willow switch, just like Sakura had been threatening all week.

Sesshoumaru swallowed and looked at his mother, who simply nodded. He blindly reached behind him, seeking Inuyasha’s hand. The hanyou rushed to his brother and took his hand, panting with excitement and fear.

“Kami-sama,” Sesshoumaru whispered, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “Show me the crystals,” He said, his voice only audible to Chisato and Inuyasha. Chisato smoothly stood and gathered the velvet cloth that contained the shards, the pink light radiating off of them brilliantly. Sesshoumaru dared not to get his hopes up until golden eyes met shimmering pink, and then a small sob came from his throat.

Tears streamed down Rin’s face. Sesshoumaru had been nothing but good to her, and here she ruined one of his toys. She wrapped her arms around his waist, begging for him to accept her worthless ningen apology. The longer he stayed quiet, the harder she cried. Finally, she felt his arms go around her and squeeze her so tight, her back popped. He was cutting off her breath, and she heard him say only one thing before she passed out.

“We now stand a chance.“
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Miroku sighed and scratched his head. It had only been a few days since Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru mated, but it seemed like eons since he and Suzuka had talked. He admired how icy she could be; and somehow it made him burn hotter for her. She wasn’t rude to him in the least, but when he tried to make eye contact, she would shift and look away, or leave the room entirely. Sesshoumaru cast a few growls his way, and he was smart enough to realize the youkai knew something bad had transpired between him and one of his favorite servants, but was too consumed by Inuyasha to really take action.

There was no way he could think to try to talk to her and apologize and explain himself without literally cornering her, and he didn’t want to scare her again. Replaying the look in her eyes after he had bitten her was too much. He rubbed his face and leaned back against the tree he was under, sighing again. He was ‘supposed’ to be helping Sango and Kagura find Kikiyo, but he wasn’t interested in doing that. The only thing on his mind was Suzuka. Without her, things seemed pointless. Closing his eyes, and sliding down the tree to sit, he left his lonely mind drift to her.

He could see her lavender eyes. Bright. Loving. He could feel her silk tendrils around his finger, seemingly endless strands of black and white covering his hand. Her lips, cherry red and just as sweet. He wanted to kiss them again so badly. Her neck, creamy and smooth just like cool milk. Her breasts, like large ripe fruits waiting to be held, caressed, worshipped. He groaned audibly to think of the scorching, wet, yielding flesh between her legs, always welcoming and never denying him. He could feel himself stiffen in his hakama, and bit the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want to pleasure himself. He wanted Suzuka, to make love to her and show her how contrite he was. He wanted to fill her with his seed, and for that seed to take root. He groaned again in frustration, bitter tears forming in his eyes. He remembered her asking why he still loved Sango. He didn’t get the chance to tell her that she was wrong. He hung his head in shame.

“Houshi-sama.”

He raised his head slowly, his eyes falling on Kagura. The wind sorceress carefully walked over to him, leaning down and looking in his eyes. She saw how troubled he looked, and sighed. Wordlessly, she sat down next to him, putting her head in her hands.

“We can’t find Kikiyo. And without her, the shards can’t be purified. So the jewel is useless!” She shouted the last word angrily, picking up a twig and hurling it as far as possible. Miroku looked at her morosely. “Stop yelling. Dramatics aren’t necessary,” He mumbled, hands in lap.

Kagura gave him a taken aback look. “Dramatics aren’t necessary? Did you really just say that? You’re the one sitting under a tree, pining away for some woman that doesn’t even want you, but you call me dramatic?!!”

Miroku sneered at her. “Shut up! You don’t know that Suzuka doesn’t want me anymore!”

Kagura rolled her eyes and made a face. “Suzuka? Who the hell is Suzuka? I’m talkin about Sango. But whatever,” She said, standing. “At least I’m not so wrapped up in my pathetic life that I can actually help Sesshoumaru. And Inuyasha,” She surreptitiously added, but not before Miroku smirked at her. “Of course. All to help Sesshoumaru. And Inuyasha,” he mimicked.

Kagura groaned in disgust. “Whatever,” She said again, stomping away. Miroku leaned back against the tree, mulling over what was just said. Kagura said Sango didn’t want him anymore. How did he feel about that? He took a deep breath in…deep breath out. It felt wonderful. Was he really maybe holding on for her sake? But why? Perhaps he just needed to hear that he was off of the hook. Either way, he needed to resolve things with Suzuka and fight for the woman he truly loved. Clambering to his feet, he smiled and headed back to the castle. Being stationary wasn’t getting him closer to reconciling with the woman he loved, and maybe there was some news on Kikiyo or the shards. Brushing off leaves and burrs, he started back toward the castle, renewed spirit within him.
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Rin yawned and opened her eyes, giggling at the expression on Sesshoumaru’s face. She sat up, but then groaned and placed a hand on her forehead. Chisato cooed at her and eased her back down on her chaff, combing sharp claws carefully through her hair.

“Oka-Oka…what happened?” She asked in her little girl voice, noticing Sesshoumaru’s blush.

Chisato smiled. “Well, sonny boy was upset that he thought that you had broken his toys, but when he found out you didn’t, he was very relieved. In fact, you made his toys better and I think he just got carried away in thanking you. Am I right?” She tossed over her shoulder, grinning at him with beautifully bright amber eyes.

Sesshoumaru quickly nodded and coughed, moving closer to Rin’s bed. “This Sesshoumaru is contrite for squeezing you too hard. I allowed myself to become overwhelmed, and it won’t happen again. Can you forgive me?”

Rin stared at her surrogate father and grinned widely. “Of course. I love you!” She enthused, making Chisato and Sesshoumaru laugh.

“I love you too, Rin-chan. In fact, I want you to do me a favor.”

She looked at him and nodded, wincing as her head still hurt a little.

“I want you to…make the other shards pink.” Rin’s face fell and she looked a little scared. Sesshoumaru gave her a reassuring look and nodded his head. “The shards work so much better since you turned them pink! I can’t do it, and neither can Inuyasha or Oka-Oka.”

Rin shrank back. “What about Sakura? Or Houshi-sama? Or maybe Tenchi-san?”

Sesshoumaru smiled gently and shook his head. “Only you. Because you are very, very special. Will you do this for me? Will you help me?”

Rin bit her lip. She had felt so tired after playing with the shards, and that was part of the reason she was laying on Chisato and crying when he had discovered she had been playing with the shards. Being around them made her feel strange, but the way he was looking at her, the almost pleading look in his eyes made her deeply sad. She couldn’t say no to him, not now, not ever. He had saved her life and given her a home. The least she could do is help him the one time he asked for it. She looked at him and nodded her head slowly. She watched as he closed his eyes and patted her hand.

“I’m going to go see Inuyasha. I will speak to you in a little while.” He released Rin’s hand and gripped his mother’s shoulder, caressing her cheek when she kissed his hand.

Chisato smiled. “That’s fine. I’m sure Rin will have me stretched out and playing around in no time, won’t you?” She cooed to her granddaughter, who stuck her tongue out and gave her a raspberry.

Chisato turned to Rin and grinned evilly. She advanced on the little girl, making her scream and laugh joyously. Rin was thoroughly tickled and loved on, and after swearing her to secrecy, Chisato procured a small package of rock candy from her obi. Crunching on the sugar, they both stared at the velvet bag containing the rest of the shards, Rin putting her head on Chisato’s lap. The demon smiled and stroked Rin’s hair quietly and lovingly.
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Sakura eyed her sister as they kneaded dough for pastries. Inuyasha had asked them to make apple tarts for Rin, even though the sisters knew Inuyasha would probably eat about 90% of the pastries. Suzuka had been quiet ever since they lay Rin down in her bedroom. Chisato and Sesshoumaru had followed them stealthily, barely breathing or making any other discernable noise. All of them were in awe of this child, with her mussed hair and snotty nose that could purify such a dark and powerful jewel.

“Suzu, are you alright?” Sakura’s voice reached her sister, who was absently pounding on the dough to spread it.

“Huh? Oh yes, I’m fine.” She reached for a knife to began sectioning the flattened dough, making Sakura suck her teeth.

Suzuka looked up in surprise when the knife was gently taken from her hand. “Can you believe that little girl’s power? It’s amazing how we can do things…for the ones we love. Like…forgive them,” Sakura whispered, holding her sister gently by her cheeks and looking her straight in the eye. Suzuka tried to break away, but Sakura tightened her grip.

“Miroku doesn’t love Sango anymore. And if you aren’t careful he won’t love you anymore either.” She released her sister’s shocked face and turned back around to work on her pastries.

“I can’t be here…I need to go for a walk,” Suzuka mumbled, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Remember what I said.” Sakura’s words were clear and made her sister shiver. Even though Sakura was turned away, Suzuka nodded and stepped out of the back door. When her sister was safely away, Sakura broke down and cried, the stress from recent events temporarily overwhelming her.
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Miroku closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of nearby flowers. He didn’t realize how far away he had walked from the castle, and although he was anxious to get back to Suzuka and fix things, after running a few miles, fatigue kicked in and he needed to rest.

“Suzuka,” He said breathily, leaning back against another tree.

“Miroku.”

His eyes flew open and he sprang forward so fast he lost his balance and fell face forward between his legs in the grass. He blinked for a moment, wondering if it was a dream, but light laughter made him realize that voice was real. She was real.

He looked up into lavender eyes, which were nearly eye level with him as she was bending over.

“Suzuka?” His voice was incredulous. Where did she come from?

“Miroku.”

He scrambled to sit up. “Suzuka?” His voice held a slight tremble to it, and Suzuka looked at him with a gentle smile.

“Miroku.” Her voice was endearing, and she opened her arms and he flew into them, squeezing her around the waist and sobbing into her stomach. He really and truly missed her and loved her with all his heart, and the gestures moved her. She stroked his hair and cooed to him, tears of her own streaming down her face.

“I promise, you are the only woman I love. I need you, Suzuka. Please, please, please take me back…I’ll do anything that you want. What ever you need, whatever you want, please, just let me be the one to give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want, baby I love you, please!!!” He begged, leaning into her touch when she reached down to stroke his face. His mind flashed to her slapping him briefly, but he quelled that thought as he held her tighter, inhaling her sweet apple scent.

“All I ever wanted was your love,” Suzuka said quietly.

Miroku sobbed sadly. “But you have that. All of that, all of me. If you’ll have me, that is.” He sniffed again and tried to regain his composure. He released Suzuka and stood, wiping his face with his sleeves. He looked into her eyes, scared of rejection.

Suzuka sighed and walked forward, placing her head on his shoulder. He stood there, dumbfounded, before she placed her hands on his and wrapped his arms around her. “Just hold me awhile,” She whispered in his ear. He squeezed her and felt his chin quiver when he heard her softly crying. He stroked her back and pulled away from her, clearing some stray hairs from her face. Leaning down, he gave her a soft and light kiss, closing his eyes to savor her.

“I love you, Miroku.”

“I love you, Suzuka.”

They held each other tightly in the forest glade, rocking slightly back and forth. Kagura watched from a nearby tree, nodding in approval. Casting down a feather, she flew away, picking up Miroku’s slack in finding Kikiyo. The monk had better things to do than to search for a piece of mean, dusty clay.


A/N: Hotaru means firefly. I thought it was cute. Miroku and Kagura don't know about what Rin has done, and I'm sorry it got kind of soft toward the end. Hope it was still enjoyable though. More on why Rin was able to purify the shards will come up next chapter.