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Chapter 4
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Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN Inuyasha, nor do I claim any of the ideas, images, characters or other material of Inuyasha and/or all versions/variations/spinoffs of the series, anime or manga or other publication of any kind.
A/N:
-Please review, and let me know what needs to be fixed and improved upon.
-If a sentence begins and ends with **...** then it is a thought and is not said out loud
e.x. **I can't believe that**
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Dreams and Reality
Chapter 4
From that point on Umiko was trained and taught in every skill imaginable. She was forced to learn the useless knowledge of flower arranging, the boring techniques of the tea ceremony, and the painstakingly slow ways of sewing. All the things a woman needs to know, or so Her Lady told her. But Umiko’s favorite was the weapons training and combat arts. Everyday she learned some new way to kill her enemy, her enemy being anyone who would try to hurt Her Lady and Umiko took much delight in practicing her new knowledge on Hideyuki.
**He makes the perfect sparing dummy**
He was her opposite in many ways. Hideyuki was huge and towering, slow and defensive, pensive and calculating; much like all tree demons. She was fast and offensive and rarely took time to think of tactics if an opportunity or opening arose. Hideyuki was so dense he never took serious injury and the best part, he couldn’t say no. Not only was he hers until she didn’t need or want him, but Her Lady would scold him for being mean or rude if he didn’t meet all of her desires.
Every morning he would knock on her door and wait for her approval to come in. And every morning Umiko delighted in having Hideyuki kneel on one knee before her, giving his formal first light greeting. This morning would be no different.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. He was never very gentle.
Umiko made no reply. He had waited by the door before, though not long, he had suspected the she had ran away and burst open the door only to find her half asleep and half dress in bed. Not to say that she hadn’t tried to escape many times before then and many times after.
“Lady Umiko please reply in some way or I will forcefully enter.”
She wanted him to enter. She would be waiting for him, waiting to pounce and try something new. A technique, she was told, that Inu no Taisho had used himself to take down the giants of the east in the sun mountains. Hideyuki was as close to a giant as she could get.
“Lady Umiko I am entering now. Please cover yourself if necessary.” Hideyuki demanded flatly. He did not know how he would react to a repeat performance of the show he got last time. When he turned to look away he caught his reflection in the looking glass and saw his hair had lighten in shade. Yet something else Umiko caused that had not happened in years.
Opening the door without hesitation Hideyuki filled the threshold to the brim, his shoulder touching either doorframe. Umiko lowered her stance ready to pounce, bringing her head down and her shoulders up, hands at ready, knees bent, feet apart, hiding just behind the door. She had purposefully worn a deep purple kimono to help her blend into the walls. She left her hair undone in her hurry to hide from Hideyuki but thought now that the dark veil her jet black hair made only added to her cover.
Hideyuki could feel Umiko’s presence, a ‘perk’ of the marking ceremony.
**So she is at least in the room**
“If you are thinking of running away again I will not be gentle, even at the risk of Lady Izayoi’s displeasure.”
She only needed him to take two steps into the room, just enough space for the first move. **Come on you chicken, walk into the room**
As if hearing her thoughts Hideyuki’s expression went sour and he took three large steps into the room, slamming the door behind him; that was all she needed.
As soon as the door shut she emerged behind the tall tree yôkai putting all her strength and balance into a roundhouse kick to the back of his knee. And just as she was taught the giant fell, but Hideyuki was fast to recover only falling backwards a moment before shifting his weight to fall on one knee, but a moment was all Umiko needed. As his weight pulled him backward she jumped up to meet his height ready to deliver a painful kick to the skull. When done correctly the kick would twist the head full around, breaking the intended’s neck, a clean bloodless kill. If one was to make a giant bleed they ran the risk of a downpour or flood; giant yôkai could have as much blood as many several hundreds of men. Of course Umiko wasn’t going to use all her might. She didn’t want to kill Hideyuki; after all she would lose her favorite toy.
She was at eye level now though his head was bent forward, trying to balance himself. She lashed out her leg aiming for his square jaw line. Hideyuki lifted his head, knowing now that she was behind him, this misaligned her kick and she missed her mark, making a great thug on his windpipe. Knowing she missed she sent her other foot in midair upward cutting him under his chin, sending his head backward, causing his teeth to bite down on his lip hard enough to shed blood.
That was it; he had had enough of this cat’s foolish games. Hideyuki had always used the minimum amount of force necessary to contain this stray; he never wanted to upset his Lady, which would in turn upset his Lord, but this was the third time this moon phase she had attacked him for her own fun, and while he would love to spare he couldn’t do so in her room and got no enjoyment in a fight while he had to hold back. Umiko had been in Inu no Taisho’s house for almost a year and still she pushed against all His Lordship had graciously given her. That brat, that child, that ungrateful vagrant!
Before Umiko could even land Hideyuki reached up and grabbed her leg, he tighten his grip on her ankle, the same foot that had caused him to bite his lip, pulling her down with him. Umiko couldn’t do anything, his grip was too strong and he was determined to bring her down with him, slamming her hard against his chest.
While Hideyuki was able to get enough balance to keep his head from hitting the door behind him, Umiko fell in a heap onto his torso. Between the kick to his throat and her landing on his chest he was breathless. Umiko too had the wind knocked out of her. Both sat there trying to breathe again, Hideyuki never once letting her go.
He wanted to believe he held her tight to keep her from attacking again, but she was so warm, so small against his large frame. At this moment Umiko seemed so fragile, so delicate, and he wanted to protect that, that part of her, that one part that her unknown past hadn’t taking from her. Her innocence, her playfulness; this happy bundle of a woman pressed against him.
Umiko was comfortable in the most awkward way. She never let any man close to her, not single a man except Hideyuki was allowed to be near her. When any of the males made advances on her she was struck with mind numbing fear and her temper boiled to the surface. She would lash out even if a male servant admired her; any look that lasted too long, she’d hiss and her claws itched to turn the unwanted attention into a scratching post. But here she was…trembling and yet warm.
She had landed in a mess on Hideyuki’s chest her face in the curve of his neck and shoulder and her body rolled into a ball, anything but graceful. But she could hear his rhythmic heart beat and feel the odd rising and falling of his chest, he was trying to catch his breath too. But the most intriguing thing was his sent. He always smelled nice, like the smell of the forest after the morning dew only sweeter some how. Being this close to his pulse point she could smell his hot scent radiating. Like burnt sugar, like when one put freshly cut wood in the stove and the sap crackled in the fire.
Hideyuki licked at his lip, though it was already healing there was still blood. Still firmly grasping Umiko he reached with his other hand to his neck rubbing the sore spot, then under his chin wincing as the sharp pain pressed against his jaw.
**This woman is not worth the trouble, why does Lady Izayoi like her so much?**
In truth he liked her very much and knew why the Lady kept her around. She was good at everything she put her mind to, made everyday a surprise and got into messes like no one else could. She was the child the Lady Izayoi could not have, if her Lady birthed Lord Inu no Taisho’s pups the children would be shunned, looked down upon as a disgrace and seen as the master’s weakness. The pup would not be accepted by anyone, not even its older brother Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru had his father’s strength but his mother’s hatred. Umiko filled this void for Lady Izayoi, and Hideyuki was sworn to protect it.
He looked down at his unspoken burden, she had caught her breath but didn’t move, which alarmed him a great deal. He could hear a slight noise escaping her lungs when she breathed out. Sure she had taken a thug but there is no way it could have hurt her, could it?
“Lady Umiko are you alright?” His concern only grew when she didn’t answer. He was now afraid to move; thinking that if she was injured jolting her may make it worse.
Umiko didn’t move a muscle, didn’t make a reply, afraid that she would set Hideyuki off and this newfound resting place would be disturbed. The only noise she made was a small purring, which she was doing without her knowledge or consent.
Hideyuki thought of what to do, there were guards outside the doors but they may get the wrong idea, given the questionable position they were in. She collapsed on his chest. His hair, he was sure, now a golden brown rather than its natural walnut, and even his own heartbeat and breathe pounding. He looked down at Umiko again noticing for the first time that her hair was unbound, flowing like the black waters of the dark lagoon in the west, shining just as surface of its ponds do in the moonlight. Would it be as cool as those waters? Would it be a thick as the water is deep?
He heard the almost silent groan again; it seemed to be set to a rhythm.
**Oh god she’s in consent pain and I am thinking of her hair against my thighs…**
The image was set in his mind; him and her in a position not unlike this one, only less clothed and her sliding down his body to…
**Enough! Now is not the time.**
Hideyuki shifted deciding the best plan of action was to place her on the bed and then call for help. He saw no outward or flesh wounds and would be of little help if he had accident pulled her too hard and dislocated her hip or worse. As he went to sit up Umiko stuck her claws into him, rooting herself to his chest.
“Ahh, don’t do that. Lady Umiko I’m sorry if it hurts to move you but you can’t stay here.” Hideyuki was going to have a mark left. Umiko’s claws were her most powerful weapon. Sharp as blades and long enough to cut through most materials, wood, stone and flesh alike, the only thing that kept Hideyuki safe from her was his Katsura clan heritage. Their flesh was like their bark, thick and dense; he could take most attacks and walk away with merely scratches and flesh wounds.
Umiko couldn’t take it; she didn’t want to move and dug in her claws keeping both him and her in place at least for a little while longer. Hideyuki spoke of pain, he didn’t understand. The only pain was being able to smell his blood and not taste it, to feel his heat and not be able to wrap herself in it, to hear his pulse and not be able to quicken it, to see his tanned skin so near and not be able to…
Umiko slowly slid her rough tongue over the pulse on Hideyuki’s neck. He tasted like sugar and soap, it was delicious.
Hideyuki didn’t move, couldn’t think. He was sure his hair was now as yellow as the autumn sun. He fought with himself to keep his now growing erection from forming and gritted his teeth between the pain of Umiko flexing her claws where she was using them a leverage to slide her tongue higher and the pleasure of her mouth and her weight against him.
Since he had come into the service of Inu no Taisho he had only taken his pleasure when he absolutely had to. His Master was very clear that mating was for a lifetime and meant to only be with the one you loved. While Hideyuki didn’t love Umiko, he did care for and about her; after all she was under his protection and carried his mark. He had noticed soon after the marking ceremony that Umiko’s olive complexion tanned and the he had more gold in his eyes. They had taken on each others’ most visible traits.
“Umiko please.” Hideyuki sighed.
**Please what?** Umiko happily thought, noticing he had drop the ‘Lady’, something he only did when he was scolding her.
She had heard him drop it one other time, when she had been ousted by him in a sparing match. He had thrown her into the water and she hated it, even worse was that she was shocked silent, sulking in her unhappy outcome. He laughed, the only time she had seen him even creak a smile at her. ‘Umiko cat got your tongue?’ The mocking cocky bastard.
He never smiled at her, except for that arrogant grin after the marking ceremony, and if she ever caught him smiling for any reason it quickly faded to all seriousness. She had heard him laugh with the guards and was fiercely protective when he smiled at Lady Izayoi. She thought that she had even once caught him chuckle when Lady Izayoi was teaching her the tea ceremony and she got so distracted by the military training outside she poured the tea into the flower arrangement instead of Lady Izayoi’s cup. But when she glanced at him again he was as dull as a brick. She wondered what his face looked like now.
“Umiko release me.” Hideyuki demanded. He had to leave, and now. Bloodied and aroused, he had to leave her room. There is nothing more intoxicating than the passion of battle and the fire of lust. She looked up, his eye bore into hers, she could see that his once pure green eyes had fleck of gold and his hair was blond with only a few streaks of brown.
“Hideyuki what happen to your hair?” That was enough embarrassment for him. He stood, ripped Umiko’s claws from his chest. He didn’t even flinch as he pulled them from his flesh leaving bigger wounds. He set her down.
“That does not matter. You are not hurt.” He paused only for a breath.
“Not but boy did I do a number on you. Just look at your…”
“You will get dressed…properly.” Hideyuki cut her off. He needed to show her that even though he was there to serve her, he would not be so easily distracted or disarmed. He looked at her disheveled appearance. Heat had flooded her cheeks, and nice rosy flush was on her lips, which were parted in her need to breathe. Here breast rose and fell heavily and her kimono was crumpled and revealed more than appropriate. Her hair was the only thing still in place, falling over her shoulder, teasingly draping over her bosom.
He had to look away.
“Hideyuki are you alright?” She couldn’t help but question his strange reactions.
“You will get dress and not take any more of you combat skills out of the dojo. Am I understood.” It was not a question. “I will get orderly and return in 10…15 minutes. You are to be dressed and I will escort you to Lady Izayoi’s were you have your lesson.”
“But I haven’t eaten yet, and you still haven’t answered me. Why is your hair blond?” Umiko stepped forward to touch his hair, a gesture that he had become use to, she treated him like a pet; her idea of ironic revenge. Only this time her touch wouldn’t be mocking, it would be smoldering and he would not fall prey to his temptation nor his temptress.
“It is your fault.” It had a double meaning but Umiko did not catch it. “And bind your hair.” And with that he turned abruptly and left the room storming down the hall to his own chamber. The little kitty had put him in quite a strain.
Author’s notes:
Inu no Taisho- Inuyasha’s father (title not name, because his name is unknown)
Izayoi- Inuyasha’s mother
Hideyuki- Excellent happiness
Umiko- Child of the Sea
Katsura- is a tree found in Japan. It can reach 40-45 m tall and have trunks to 2 m diameter, and is among the largest hardwood trees in Asia. This tree has a unique feature in autumn – its foliage smells strongly of burnt sugar for about a week, after the leaves loose their chlorophyll and turn yellow. The trunk wood that is above ground is light, almost a cream color with yellow sapwood streaks interspersed. On the other hand, the trunk wood that is below ground takes on a rich, dark, brown-green color with streaks of yellow sapwood. The darker below ground colors are caused by the absorption of minerals directly through the trunk wood rather than the root system.
Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN Inuyasha, nor do I claim any of the ideas, images, characters or other material of Inuyasha and/or all versions/variations/spinoffs of the series, anime or manga or other publication of any kind.
A/N:
-Please review, and let me know what needs to be fixed and improved upon.
-If a sentence begins and ends with **...** then it is a thought and is not said out loud
e.x. **I can't believe that**
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Dreams and Reality
Chapter 4
From that point on Umiko was trained and taught in every skill imaginable. She was forced to learn the useless knowledge of flower arranging, the boring techniques of the tea ceremony, and the painstakingly slow ways of sewing. All the things a woman needs to know, or so Her Lady told her. But Umiko’s favorite was the weapons training and combat arts. Everyday she learned some new way to kill her enemy, her enemy being anyone who would try to hurt Her Lady and Umiko took much delight in practicing her new knowledge on Hideyuki.
**He makes the perfect sparing dummy**
He was her opposite in many ways. Hideyuki was huge and towering, slow and defensive, pensive and calculating; much like all tree demons. She was fast and offensive and rarely took time to think of tactics if an opportunity or opening arose. Hideyuki was so dense he never took serious injury and the best part, he couldn’t say no. Not only was he hers until she didn’t need or want him, but Her Lady would scold him for being mean or rude if he didn’t meet all of her desires.
Every morning he would knock on her door and wait for her approval to come in. And every morning Umiko delighted in having Hideyuki kneel on one knee before her, giving his formal first light greeting. This morning would be no different.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. He was never very gentle.
Umiko made no reply. He had waited by the door before, though not long, he had suspected the she had ran away and burst open the door only to find her half asleep and half dress in bed. Not to say that she hadn’t tried to escape many times before then and many times after.
“Lady Umiko please reply in some way or I will forcefully enter.”
She wanted him to enter. She would be waiting for him, waiting to pounce and try something new. A technique, she was told, that Inu no Taisho had used himself to take down the giants of the east in the sun mountains. Hideyuki was as close to a giant as she could get.
“Lady Umiko I am entering now. Please cover yourself if necessary.” Hideyuki demanded flatly. He did not know how he would react to a repeat performance of the show he got last time. When he turned to look away he caught his reflection in the looking glass and saw his hair had lighten in shade. Yet something else Umiko caused that had not happened in years.
Opening the door without hesitation Hideyuki filled the threshold to the brim, his shoulder touching either doorframe. Umiko lowered her stance ready to pounce, bringing her head down and her shoulders up, hands at ready, knees bent, feet apart, hiding just behind the door. She had purposefully worn a deep purple kimono to help her blend into the walls. She left her hair undone in her hurry to hide from Hideyuki but thought now that the dark veil her jet black hair made only added to her cover.
Hideyuki could feel Umiko’s presence, a ‘perk’ of the marking ceremony.
**So she is at least in the room**
“If you are thinking of running away again I will not be gentle, even at the risk of Lady Izayoi’s displeasure.”
She only needed him to take two steps into the room, just enough space for the first move. **Come on you chicken, walk into the room**
As if hearing her thoughts Hideyuki’s expression went sour and he took three large steps into the room, slamming the door behind him; that was all she needed.
As soon as the door shut she emerged behind the tall tree yôkai putting all her strength and balance into a roundhouse kick to the back of his knee. And just as she was taught the giant fell, but Hideyuki was fast to recover only falling backwards a moment before shifting his weight to fall on one knee, but a moment was all Umiko needed. As his weight pulled him backward she jumped up to meet his height ready to deliver a painful kick to the skull. When done correctly the kick would twist the head full around, breaking the intended’s neck, a clean bloodless kill. If one was to make a giant bleed they ran the risk of a downpour or flood; giant yôkai could have as much blood as many several hundreds of men. Of course Umiko wasn’t going to use all her might. She didn’t want to kill Hideyuki; after all she would lose her favorite toy.
She was at eye level now though his head was bent forward, trying to balance himself. She lashed out her leg aiming for his square jaw line. Hideyuki lifted his head, knowing now that she was behind him, this misaligned her kick and she missed her mark, making a great thug on his windpipe. Knowing she missed she sent her other foot in midair upward cutting him under his chin, sending his head backward, causing his teeth to bite down on his lip hard enough to shed blood.
That was it; he had had enough of this cat’s foolish games. Hideyuki had always used the minimum amount of force necessary to contain this stray; he never wanted to upset his Lady, which would in turn upset his Lord, but this was the third time this moon phase she had attacked him for her own fun, and while he would love to spare he couldn’t do so in her room and got no enjoyment in a fight while he had to hold back. Umiko had been in Inu no Taisho’s house for almost a year and still she pushed against all His Lordship had graciously given her. That brat, that child, that ungrateful vagrant!
Before Umiko could even land Hideyuki reached up and grabbed her leg, he tighten his grip on her ankle, the same foot that had caused him to bite his lip, pulling her down with him. Umiko couldn’t do anything, his grip was too strong and he was determined to bring her down with him, slamming her hard against his chest.
While Hideyuki was able to get enough balance to keep his head from hitting the door behind him, Umiko fell in a heap onto his torso. Between the kick to his throat and her landing on his chest he was breathless. Umiko too had the wind knocked out of her. Both sat there trying to breathe again, Hideyuki never once letting her go.
He wanted to believe he held her tight to keep her from attacking again, but she was so warm, so small against his large frame. At this moment Umiko seemed so fragile, so delicate, and he wanted to protect that, that part of her, that one part that her unknown past hadn’t taking from her. Her innocence, her playfulness; this happy bundle of a woman pressed against him.
Umiko was comfortable in the most awkward way. She never let any man close to her, not single a man except Hideyuki was allowed to be near her. When any of the males made advances on her she was struck with mind numbing fear and her temper boiled to the surface. She would lash out even if a male servant admired her; any look that lasted too long, she’d hiss and her claws itched to turn the unwanted attention into a scratching post. But here she was…trembling and yet warm.
She had landed in a mess on Hideyuki’s chest her face in the curve of his neck and shoulder and her body rolled into a ball, anything but graceful. But she could hear his rhythmic heart beat and feel the odd rising and falling of his chest, he was trying to catch his breath too. But the most intriguing thing was his sent. He always smelled nice, like the smell of the forest after the morning dew only sweeter some how. Being this close to his pulse point she could smell his hot scent radiating. Like burnt sugar, like when one put freshly cut wood in the stove and the sap crackled in the fire.
Hideyuki licked at his lip, though it was already healing there was still blood. Still firmly grasping Umiko he reached with his other hand to his neck rubbing the sore spot, then under his chin wincing as the sharp pain pressed against his jaw.
**This woman is not worth the trouble, why does Lady Izayoi like her so much?**
In truth he liked her very much and knew why the Lady kept her around. She was good at everything she put her mind to, made everyday a surprise and got into messes like no one else could. She was the child the Lady Izayoi could not have, if her Lady birthed Lord Inu no Taisho’s pups the children would be shunned, looked down upon as a disgrace and seen as the master’s weakness. The pup would not be accepted by anyone, not even its older brother Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru had his father’s strength but his mother’s hatred. Umiko filled this void for Lady Izayoi, and Hideyuki was sworn to protect it.
He looked down at his unspoken burden, she had caught her breath but didn’t move, which alarmed him a great deal. He could hear a slight noise escaping her lungs when she breathed out. Sure she had taken a thug but there is no way it could have hurt her, could it?
“Lady Umiko are you alright?” His concern only grew when she didn’t answer. He was now afraid to move; thinking that if she was injured jolting her may make it worse.
Umiko didn’t move a muscle, didn’t make a reply, afraid that she would set Hideyuki off and this newfound resting place would be disturbed. The only noise she made was a small purring, which she was doing without her knowledge or consent.
Hideyuki thought of what to do, there were guards outside the doors but they may get the wrong idea, given the questionable position they were in. She collapsed on his chest. His hair, he was sure, now a golden brown rather than its natural walnut, and even his own heartbeat and breathe pounding. He looked down at Umiko again noticing for the first time that her hair was unbound, flowing like the black waters of the dark lagoon in the west, shining just as surface of its ponds do in the moonlight. Would it be as cool as those waters? Would it be a thick as the water is deep?
He heard the almost silent groan again; it seemed to be set to a rhythm.
**Oh god she’s in consent pain and I am thinking of her hair against my thighs…**
The image was set in his mind; him and her in a position not unlike this one, only less clothed and her sliding down his body to…
**Enough! Now is not the time.**
Hideyuki shifted deciding the best plan of action was to place her on the bed and then call for help. He saw no outward or flesh wounds and would be of little help if he had accident pulled her too hard and dislocated her hip or worse. As he went to sit up Umiko stuck her claws into him, rooting herself to his chest.
“Ahh, don’t do that. Lady Umiko I’m sorry if it hurts to move you but you can’t stay here.” Hideyuki was going to have a mark left. Umiko’s claws were her most powerful weapon. Sharp as blades and long enough to cut through most materials, wood, stone and flesh alike, the only thing that kept Hideyuki safe from her was his Katsura clan heritage. Their flesh was like their bark, thick and dense; he could take most attacks and walk away with merely scratches and flesh wounds.
Umiko couldn’t take it; she didn’t want to move and dug in her claws keeping both him and her in place at least for a little while longer. Hideyuki spoke of pain, he didn’t understand. The only pain was being able to smell his blood and not taste it, to feel his heat and not be able to wrap herself in it, to hear his pulse and not be able to quicken it, to see his tanned skin so near and not be able to…
Umiko slowly slid her rough tongue over the pulse on Hideyuki’s neck. He tasted like sugar and soap, it was delicious.
Hideyuki didn’t move, couldn’t think. He was sure his hair was now as yellow as the autumn sun. He fought with himself to keep his now growing erection from forming and gritted his teeth between the pain of Umiko flexing her claws where she was using them a leverage to slide her tongue higher and the pleasure of her mouth and her weight against him.
Since he had come into the service of Inu no Taisho he had only taken his pleasure when he absolutely had to. His Master was very clear that mating was for a lifetime and meant to only be with the one you loved. While Hideyuki didn’t love Umiko, he did care for and about her; after all she was under his protection and carried his mark. He had noticed soon after the marking ceremony that Umiko’s olive complexion tanned and the he had more gold in his eyes. They had taken on each others’ most visible traits.
“Umiko please.” Hideyuki sighed.
**Please what?** Umiko happily thought, noticing he had drop the ‘Lady’, something he only did when he was scolding her.
She had heard him drop it one other time, when she had been ousted by him in a sparing match. He had thrown her into the water and she hated it, even worse was that she was shocked silent, sulking in her unhappy outcome. He laughed, the only time she had seen him even creak a smile at her. ‘Umiko cat got your tongue?’ The mocking cocky bastard.
He never smiled at her, except for that arrogant grin after the marking ceremony, and if she ever caught him smiling for any reason it quickly faded to all seriousness. She had heard him laugh with the guards and was fiercely protective when he smiled at Lady Izayoi. She thought that she had even once caught him chuckle when Lady Izayoi was teaching her the tea ceremony and she got so distracted by the military training outside she poured the tea into the flower arrangement instead of Lady Izayoi’s cup. But when she glanced at him again he was as dull as a brick. She wondered what his face looked like now.
“Umiko release me.” Hideyuki demanded. He had to leave, and now. Bloodied and aroused, he had to leave her room. There is nothing more intoxicating than the passion of battle and the fire of lust. She looked up, his eye bore into hers, she could see that his once pure green eyes had fleck of gold and his hair was blond with only a few streaks of brown.
“Hideyuki what happen to your hair?” That was enough embarrassment for him. He stood, ripped Umiko’s claws from his chest. He didn’t even flinch as he pulled them from his flesh leaving bigger wounds. He set her down.
“That does not matter. You are not hurt.” He paused only for a breath.
“Not but boy did I do a number on you. Just look at your…”
“You will get dressed…properly.” Hideyuki cut her off. He needed to show her that even though he was there to serve her, he would not be so easily distracted or disarmed. He looked at her disheveled appearance. Heat had flooded her cheeks, and nice rosy flush was on her lips, which were parted in her need to breathe. Here breast rose and fell heavily and her kimono was crumpled and revealed more than appropriate. Her hair was the only thing still in place, falling over her shoulder, teasingly draping over her bosom.
He had to look away.
“Hideyuki are you alright?” She couldn’t help but question his strange reactions.
“You will get dress and not take any more of you combat skills out of the dojo. Am I understood.” It was not a question. “I will get orderly and return in 10…15 minutes. You are to be dressed and I will escort you to Lady Izayoi’s were you have your lesson.”
“But I haven’t eaten yet, and you still haven’t answered me. Why is your hair blond?” Umiko stepped forward to touch his hair, a gesture that he had become use to, she treated him like a pet; her idea of ironic revenge. Only this time her touch wouldn’t be mocking, it would be smoldering and he would not fall prey to his temptation nor his temptress.
“It is your fault.” It had a double meaning but Umiko did not catch it. “And bind your hair.” And with that he turned abruptly and left the room storming down the hall to his own chamber. The little kitty had put him in quite a strain.
Author’s notes:
Inu no Taisho- Inuyasha’s father (title not name, because his name is unknown)
Izayoi- Inuyasha’s mother
Hideyuki- Excellent happiness
Umiko- Child of the Sea
Katsura- is a tree found in Japan. It can reach 40-45 m tall and have trunks to 2 m diameter, and is among the largest hardwood trees in Asia. This tree has a unique feature in autumn – its foliage smells strongly of burnt sugar for about a week, after the leaves loose their chlorophyll and turn yellow. The trunk wood that is above ground is light, almost a cream color with yellow sapwood streaks interspersed. On the other hand, the trunk wood that is below ground takes on a rich, dark, brown-green color with streaks of yellow sapwood. The darker below ground colors are caused by the absorption of minerals directly through the trunk wood rather than the root system.