Artificial Love

Artificial love


After many smoke breaks, and countless cups of caffeinated beverage, I have returned bearing a new chapter. Sry about the wait, especially with the lack of anything on the ai front. (Runs in panic room, and hides under giant pillow.) Don’t all try to kill me at once. There are only so many hit men you know! I’m sorry! I’m a procrastinator, and contrary to popular belief I do have a life. I have however remained loyal to any poor soul who will read my work, especially those of you that reviewed. (your my favorites. don't tell the others.) I cringe at the flames that are sure to come, but hope you all will enjoy the third chapter thingy of artificial love.
oh yeah, by the way..REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll love and respect you if you do.


Disclaimer: Out of pills...Dont own Inuyasha...Psychiatrist on vacation...gonna die.

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Chapter 2: Accidental Ritual

Inuyasha crouched behind a bush at the edge of the tree line. He was in a good position to see the well across the small clearing, where Kagome stood adjusting that silly bag she always had with her. He watched, and waited, restraining himself from bursting out into the clearing, and going through his usual routine. Behind him, pinned to the ground by Inuyasha's hand as it covered his mouth, was Shippo. The small kitsune squirmed, turning more, and more a blueish color, as Inuyasha's hand also happened to be covering his nose.

"Mff mrnt mreeve," Shippo yelled through his makeshift gag.

Not bothering to look down at the young fox, Inuyasha shook his head.

"What's that? Can't breathe? Well Shippo, I think you know what you have to do to solve that little problem of yours.

The kitsune nodded vigorously.

"Alright then," the hanyou said, and took his hand away from Shippo's mouth. "Stay."

Still focused on Kagome, he pointed a clawed finger at Shippo, preventing the child from sitting up.

"If you move one inch from this spot, I'll cut off your tail, and feed it to Koga's wolves."

The fox gulped, and nodded again, not daring to speak as Inuyasha left. 'he's in a bad mood today,' Shippo thought, as he got up, and grabbed his tail protectively. 'He'll be in an even worse one when Kagome hears about this.'

The child grinned Mischievously, and ran off towards Kaede's hut, Picturing Inuyasha face down in the dirt, after the sitting that he was about to receive.

Inuyasha sat perched in a tree, as he observed the time traveling miko. She seemed happy. She always seemed happy when she wasn't around him. 'Maybe,' he thought. 'She would be better off without me.'

He watched her walk until she was almost out of sight, then leapt from the tree, and caught up to her. She smiled when she saw him approach, and he simply smiled back. Walking beside her, they headed towards Kaede's hut, and the friends they shared it with.

Kagome had noticed a change in Inuyasha since her return. He seemed...nice. Less argumentative at least. She had been pulling the potion out of her bag before dinner, and wondering how she might slip it to him without being found out, when he politely asked her if she would like a bowl of stew. This simple gesture of kindness, had for some reason caused her to drop the potion back into her bag. She didn't want to do something that would force Inuyasha to love her if he was already interested. If it did work, she would always wonder if it was love, or the potion, that fueled his desire for her. She thanked him, and grabbed the bowl that he offered. There was always later for love, and she could be just as patient as the next girl. Especially when it came to Inuyasha.


Kagome sat with Kaede in the hut. She had been waiting for a chance such as this, when she and the old miko were away from the others, to see if she could learn more about the potion she was carrying. As luck would have it, she had seen the old miko enter the hut, and followed, on the pretense of packing for the shard hunt that they were about to embark upon. ‘Here goes nothing,’ she thought nervously, wringing her hands behind her back.

“Kaede, can I ask you about something?”

“Of course child, what is troubling ye?” Kaede replied, turning to give Kagome her full attention.

“While I was in my time, I saw this strange potion in a shop, and I wonder if you could tell me what it’s supposed to do.”

Kagome handed the vial over, and watched the old miko inspect it. ‘It’s better that she doesn’t know why I bought it,’ thought Kagome. ‘Or that I know exactly what it does.’

Kaede turned the bottle slowly in her hand, examining it closely.

“Ye bought a potion without knowing it’s purpose?” the old woman asked, shaking her head slowly, and pulling the stopper out of the small bottle. She raised the liquid to her nose, and let out a small gasp, while quickly restopping the bottle.She held it tightly in her fist, as she looked to the miko with a startled expression.

“This is indeed a strong potion, and not a thing to be trifled with,” Kaede told her, casting a stern expression her way.

“Why? What is the potion for?” Kagome asked tensely, trying to sound like she didn’t already know.

“Child. This potion is concocted from a very old recipe,and was used by tribes of demons that had no mating ceremony, as a way of being certain that the bloodline of the tribe would stay pure. Two demons that were to be mated drank the potion, sometimes by force if they refused, and thereafter were only able to love their intended mate. It is damn near impossible to break the spell once the potion is drunk, and long ago when it was still in common use, there was absolutely no way for the effect of the potion to be countered.”

She placed the bottle carefully in Kagome’s palm.

“If I were ye, I would return the bottle to wherever it was that ye found it, and forget ye ever laid eyes on it. Such a love as would come from a potion like this, could only cause your young heart pain.”

With this she nodded curtly, punctuating her statement, and left Kagome alone with her thoughts in the small hut.

Minutes later, Inuyasha poked his head through the door.

“What’s taking you so long wench? We don’t have all day to sit around and wait for you, ya know.”
Kagome grabbed her bag, and passed Inuyasha silently.

‘What's her problem,’ the hanyou thought, then shrugged, and turned to follow the group. I’ll never understand her, so I might as well not even try.’

Inuyasha watched, as Sango was pulled away towards the nearby hot spring by an over enthusiastic Kagome. He had purposely rested here because of the sites proximity to the spring, and because all he had heard for the past day was Kagome complaining about how she stunk, and needed a bath. He hadn’t noticed anything, but then again, he didn’t make it a habit to go around sniffing people. He also didn’t have time to sit and daydream. He had a mission to accomplish while the girls were away.

They had taken the kit. Good, that little furball would only cause problems. Stealthily, he made his way over to Kagome’s unprotected bag. He would have his ramen if it cost him his life. Looking around to make sure he was alone, he opened the large pack, and started to search for sustenance.

The bag was deep, and stuffed full, so he pulled the things he had no use for out while he was searching, and piled them beside him on the ground. ‘What’s al this junk doing here,’ he thought, as he continued to unload things with an annoyed grunt. ‘Books, clothes, clothes, girlie stuff, more clothes. God how many clothes does this woman have. Junk, junk, I don’t even want to know, junkjunkjunk,...hello, what’s this?’ He pulled out a handful of colorful looking containers, some he recognized, some he didn’t.

“Jackpot!” he cried happily, as he opened one of the bags of strange sweets, and popped a piece into his mouth.

“What could Inuyasha be up to?” a voice said slyly from behind him, and he whipped around, nearly inhaling the piece of candy he had been sucking on. He coughed weakly,realizing who had snuck up on him.

“Damn you Miroku!” the hanyou yelled, and turned back to his excavation of the bag.

“There you go using my name again. Kami, this is becoming a habit for you isn’t it. The first step is admitting that you have a problem Inuyasha,” the monk told him, taking a piece of candy from the bag in Inuyasha’s hand, and kneeling next to the pack that the hanyou was still rifling through.

“What are you talking about monk,” the hanyou said, glaring at his friend. He had caught the slip as well, and berated himself for doing it again. ‘ Once. I thought about calling him by his name, once, and now I can’t stop myself.’

Miroku smiled as he rolled the hard candy around in his mouth, savoring the strange sweetness that met his tongue. He took a handful of the colorful packages, and bottles filled with sweet confections, and stashed them within his robes.

“Who the hell said you got all the candy monk!”

Inuyasha paused in his quest for ramen, and grabbed a good handful of candy, stuffing it inside his shirt. Eying the remaining candy, and the monk, he reluctantly continued his search of the bag. He paused however, when he heard faint noises in the distance. Panicking, he shoved everything back in the bag, and hauled the monk a safe distance away. He jumped into a tree near the camp, leaving a confused and bewildered monk in his wake, just in time to see Kagome step out into the clearing, with Sango, and Shippo close behind.

Kagome smiled at Inuyasha, and went to start a fire. It was getting late, and she still needed to cook dinner.

“Inuyasha, do you and Miroku want to go to the hot springs now? It will be a little while before the food is done.”

“Feh. If you just made the ramen it would be done a lot sooner,” the hanyou mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest to hide the candy he that he had stuffed in his shirt, and slightly louder said, “Whatever. I’ll be back when it’s ready.”

With that, he stalked off towards the spring, grumbling obscenities under his breath.

“I’ll make sure he comes back Kagome,” Miroku said, heading off after Inuyasha. “Don’t be tempted to spy on me while i’m bathing Sango,” he said hopefully, earning a grumble, and a slight blush from the slayer.

“Don’t worry about it Miroku, I’ll keep an eye on her,” Kagome said playfully, giggling when Sango blushed a deeper shade of red.

Miroku followed the path that the angry hanyou had made while walking to the spring, and the same angry hanyou turned, glaring at the monk once he had arrived.

“What makes you think you can keep that candy,” Inuyasha said, holding out his hand. “I found it, give it to me.”

Miroku grinned mischievously, and pulled the candy out of his robes.

“You stole it from Kagome’s bag, making it no more yours than it is mine.”

“We’ll split it seventy thirty,” Inuyasha said, pulling out his stash as well.

“Only if I get the seventy,” Miroku replied, the smile still stretched across his face.

“Fine then, fifty fifty. Sound fair enough to you, you stubborn monk?”

“Fair enough.”

With that, they divvied up the candy, and got into the water, setting their respective piles on one of the dry rocks that rose to a level just above the water of the steaming spring. One bottle that was filled with a syrupy pink colored liquid sat in the middle, as they had both wanted it, and had no way at the present of dividing it.

“You can try it first I suppose, seeing as it was you that found the candy,” Miroku said, handing the bottle to the hanyou, who eagerly took it, and pried the stopper out. A few drops fell into the water, and a thick sweet scent filled the air. Inuyasha breathed in the fragrant aroma, and felt a kind of comfortable fog roll over his mind. The drowsy fog felt good, and he breathed in again, feeling his stress melt away, and his lungs tingle with it. He tipped the bottle sluggishly up to his mouth, and took a sip. The liquid ran cool and smooth over his tongue and throat, then turned fiery as it made it’s way through his body, warming his skin, and making it tingle, as if tiny sparks danced throughout him. He let out a sigh, and handed the wonderful stuff to Miroku, who breathed in the thick sticky scent heavily, and watched the hanyou with half lidded eyes.

Inuyasha studied the monk as he drank, and felt a flutter in his chest, accompanied by a dull ache in his lower abdomen. His eyes lingered on the monk’s mouth, as the bottle fell away into the water, and a low, soft moan escaped Miroku’s lips. Inuyasha panted in the aromatic air quickly, as he unconsciously drew closer to the monk. It filled his lungs, as he felt his pulse quicken, and felt every movement that he made through the waist deep water bring him pleasure, making the hot ache that was consuming his entire body grow stronger with each step.

Miroku watched in wonder, as his friend drew nearer, feeling the blood rush through his veins, and the small currents of the water moving against him, like fingers stroking his entire body, inside and out.

“Inuyasha...” he whispered, reverently, and so quietly that he himself could scarcely hear it, as a swell of emotion ran through his being. The boy who’s name he had whispered so gently, approached him as if he were stalking prey, a dull need in his eyes, and a soft smile on his face that seemed incongruous to his manner. The sinking sun burned a blood red blaze behind him, setting his silken white hair aflame with color, and sparkling off the droplets of water that clung possessively to his lean body. It was a god, surely, that strode intently toward him.

Inuyasha reached Miroku, who was leaning against the soft, smooth stone that made up the edge of the spring, and he nuzzled into the monk’s neck, taking in his scent deeply. He felt his arousal harden, as Miroku trailed his palms gently up to rest on his slick upper arms. Everywhere the monk touched was electric fire, that lingered, and danced on the surface of his skin, leaving pleasurable trails of pure feeling as Miroku caressed him. He softly kissed the monk’s neck, as Miroku trailed his fingertips down his arms, to clasp his hands. Inuyasha pulled up so that his forehead rested on Miroku’s, and they both panted for air in their fevered state, losing themselves more and more with every steamy lung full of the sweet scent. Their lips touched briefly, and a shivering current ran down Inuyasha’s spine, causing his aching member to twitch in anticipation. He dove hungrily into the slippery wet cavern of Miroku’s mouth, drawing closer to the monk, as their bodies melded and rubbed, so that Miroku’s knees gave out, and drug them both under the warm water.

Not missing a beat, Inuyasha deepened the kiss as he pulled Miroku to the surface, and onto the warm rocks of the bank. Their bodies writhed together, as their arousal's met, and Miroku broke the kiss to let out a breathless moan. Inuyasha growled softly at the noise, and kissed down the artery that pulsed rapidly in the monks neck, feeling the warm blood running just beneath the surface of the smooth and tender skin. Miroku ran his hands over the hanyou’s chest, teasing the boy’s small pink nipples with his thumbs.

Miroku gave a small whine at the loss of the hanyou’s light kisses, as Inuyasha propped himself up on one elbow so that his head hung right above the monk’s, curtaining his face in long ivory locks. Their eyes met and locked, as Inuyasha reached down to stroke Miroku’s erection with his free hand. The hanyou watched the lust in his friends eyes grow, as he gently stroked his erect shaft, and heard the monks breath grow fast, and ragged.

“More...ah,” Miroku mumbled huskily between pants, as Inuyasha’s hand slid faster along his slippery erection. The ache grew stronger with every thrust of the hanyou’s hand, as his body shook, and his stomach tightened suddenly with his orgasm. His head flew back and he gripped the hanyou’s shoulders as if he might float away if he were to let go.

“Mmmh...Inu...Yasha.” he softly called in the hanyou’s ear, as his seed shot into the boy’s palm.

Inuyasha, panting with his own need, quickly coated his shaft in the monk’s seed, and positioned himself at Miroku’s entrance. In one hard thrust he was inside. Miroku let out a painful cry, and clenched down tight against the pain as he dug deeply into the shoulders that he had before gripped so gently. Inuyasha paused, and licked away a stray tear that had found it’s way onto his Miroku’s cheek. He kissed the monk deeply, and stroked his hair, feeling the growing heat pool in his abdomen.
The monk finally relaxed enough that he could move against him, and Inuyasha took up a slow pace, letting the monk move faster when he desired, until he had lost all control, grunting, and groaning, as he concentrated on the pressure that built in his loins.

Miroku felt a bolt of molten hot pleasure reel through him as Inuyasha pumped, and he groaned low in his throat.

“There...right,ah...there,” he cried, as Inuyasha hit the same spot repeatedly, sending Miroku cascading over the edge of his pleasure, and he cried out, curling into Inuyasha as his second orgasm took hold of him. He felt himself being filled, as the hanyou found completion in him, and then felt Inuyasha’s lips on his in a soft, breathless kiss.

Inuyasha pulled himself from Miroku’s soft heat, and lay beside him. He pulled him close as he felt sleep pull at him, peacefully drifting off to the feel of the monk gently stroking his hair.

Kagome headed towards the spring quickly.
It was gone.
The potion wasn’t in her bag, and she feared the worst, as she quickly made her way through the dense foliage. She came to the edge of the water to find no one there. At least that was what she saw at first glance. The billowing steam covered the area thickly, and she couldn’t see much through the dense cloud. The steam however, quickly shifted, as if to allow her a better view of her worst nightmare. She gasped quietly, and blinked, not trusting her eyes. Her lungs burned as she held her breath out of shock from the sight in front of her.

The pair held each other lovingly. Miroku in Inuyasha’s arms as they lay together, naked and entwined. Both of them smiled in sleep, and the monk twirled Inuyasha’s snowy hair unconsciously as he dreamed.

The image in front of her blurred as tears filled her wide and staring eyes. The image in her head though, burned through her eyelids clear as always. She held back a sob, as she turned and ran in the direction of the camp. She only made it half way when she collapsed, falling to her hands and knees, and sobbing until her lungs were close to giving out, and her throat burned as if she had swallowed acid. It was her fault. She had wanted to be sure that Inuyasha loved her, and now he never would. She got up, and feeling empty and emotionless after her long draining cry, walked slowly back to camp. A dead, and rotting void, where once her heart had beat.

WELL? Are you happy now? Good. You should be, and if you’re not I don’t really care, because there’s apparently no pleasing you. Shame on you if you’re not happy! Oh well I liked it and that’s what counts I guess. if you haven’t guessed I crave reviews like a crack fiend craves... well...crack, so reviews are highly appreciated because I think I’m coming down....It’s so...cold. well see’s ya. Have a happy life.

Inuyasha: A happy life? You are the lamest person I know.

Immortality lost: What are you bitching about? I untied you, didn’t I.

Inuyasha: Well...yeah, I guess. You’re still lame though.

Immortality lost: Why you little dog eared...

Miroku: Inuyasha! Come back to bed.

Inuyasha: You heard the guy. (zooms off in a puff of smoke)

Immortality lost: (coughing, and cursing under her breath about death to puppy eared hanyou’s)

Kagome: (bursts our of closet) You bitch! Give me back my Inuyasha!

Immortality lost: (whips out frying pan and knocks out fuming Kagome)

Inuyasha: What was that noise? I’m kinda busy here ya know. (Miroku moans in the background)

Immortality lost: (dragging Kagome back into the closet where she belongs) That’s all folks! See you next time!