The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Fortune
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
1,254
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1
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 3
“What do you think you’re doing!”
“Give me the rest of your arrows, miko.”
“Not on your life, demon!"
“Just give them to me, will you? OW! Why are you hitting me, girl? OW!”
The ox-horn tip of Kaede’s bow wedged itself into Totosai’s high ponytail and it stuck fast around the waxed bowstring as she pummeled him with her weapon at very close range in righteous, indignant fury.
Why was she hitting him? He was only trying to sharpen the rest of her arrows; why waste good whale oil and warm daylight? Totosai’s mind flailed around in his thick skull, desperately trying to put two and two together into four and only coming up with three. He found it very hard to concentrate with the point of the miko’s bow lodged in his hair tie! It really, really hurt!
Kaede knew she was losing a battle here, somehow, but whether it was against the demon before her or against herself, she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. She wanted to beat the beast off of her before she could embarrass herself any further. Reaching her bow-wielding arm back for an exasperated attempt at dislodging her weapon, two things happened very nearly at once. As Kaede pulled back her arm with as much force as she could muster in her awkward kneeling and bent position, the force on the end of her bow disappeared suddenly as Totosai let his mass of now-tangled dark hair down out of its tail.
When the opposing force disappeared, Kaede’s momentum toppled her back hard onto into the grass. Totsai, his hand jammed down in her quiver, tangled under its strap and around the bow, followed the trajectory of his tangled hair and fell on top of the wide-eyed bundle of shock that was the girl Kaede.
Crickets could be heard chirping in a nearby clearing. The insects enjoyed their solo as the pile of miko and demon lay very, very still.
“Miko – why are you rubbing my chest?”
“Why are you licking my ear?!” a shaky whisper shot back.
“It feels pretty good.”
A desperate, almost pouting moan drifted up in answer. The crickets developed a sweeping romantic theme in the nervous silence that followed and were quite proud of themselves.
“I am Totosai.”
“I am Kaede.”
The crickets then felt obliged to fill the next few silent moments with a variation on the theme of a warm summer day – in G major, allegro con brio.
Totosai shifted his weight a bit as to not crush the young woman under him, but he didn’t really move much. He didn’t really want to go anywhere at all so long as the miko kept fondling his body. Feeling small sweaty hands on his chest, the demon metal smith couldn’t decide if the girl was trying to throw him off her or draw him down against her. But she smelled wonderful, like wet dirt and herbs and that was just fine.
“You smell nice.”
He was pretty sure the answering breathless squeak could be translated into “You taste good”.
“Give me the rest of your arrows, miko.”
“Not on your life, demon!"
“Just give them to me, will you? OW! Why are you hitting me, girl? OW!”
The ox-horn tip of Kaede’s bow wedged itself into Totosai’s high ponytail and it stuck fast around the waxed bowstring as she pummeled him with her weapon at very close range in righteous, indignant fury.
Why was she hitting him? He was only trying to sharpen the rest of her arrows; why waste good whale oil and warm daylight? Totosai’s mind flailed around in his thick skull, desperately trying to put two and two together into four and only coming up with three. He found it very hard to concentrate with the point of the miko’s bow lodged in his hair tie! It really, really hurt!
Kaede knew she was losing a battle here, somehow, but whether it was against the demon before her or against herself, she didn’t know and didn’t want to know. She wanted to beat the beast off of her before she could embarrass herself any further. Reaching her bow-wielding arm back for an exasperated attempt at dislodging her weapon, two things happened very nearly at once. As Kaede pulled back her arm with as much force as she could muster in her awkward kneeling and bent position, the force on the end of her bow disappeared suddenly as Totosai let his mass of now-tangled dark hair down out of its tail.
When the opposing force disappeared, Kaede’s momentum toppled her back hard onto into the grass. Totsai, his hand jammed down in her quiver, tangled under its strap and around the bow, followed the trajectory of his tangled hair and fell on top of the wide-eyed bundle of shock that was the girl Kaede.
Crickets could be heard chirping in a nearby clearing. The insects enjoyed their solo as the pile of miko and demon lay very, very still.
“Miko – why are you rubbing my chest?”
“Why are you licking my ear?!” a shaky whisper shot back.
“It feels pretty good.”
A desperate, almost pouting moan drifted up in answer. The crickets developed a sweeping romantic theme in the nervous silence that followed and were quite proud of themselves.
“I am Totosai.”
“I am Kaede.”
The crickets then felt obliged to fill the next few silent moments with a variation on the theme of a warm summer day – in G major, allegro con brio.
Totosai shifted his weight a bit as to not crush the young woman under him, but he didn’t really move much. He didn’t really want to go anywhere at all so long as the miko kept fondling his body. Feeling small sweaty hands on his chest, the demon metal smith couldn’t decide if the girl was trying to throw him off her or draw him down against her. But she smelled wonderful, like wet dirt and herbs and that was just fine.
“You smell nice.”
He was pretty sure the answering breathless squeak could be translated into “You taste good”.