Drabbles of the Foxy Kind
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male › Shippo/any male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
12,284
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1
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Drabble 5
Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long but something called life got in the way. So to try and placate y'all for now, here's a little something that'll get into things that occurred before "Unlikely Meeting."
He raced back to his mountain hideout as fast as he could, taking care that he wasn’t being followed by those who would chase him or being watched by the one who owned him. This hideout was his secret, a place where he could go and truly be God.
He remembered the expressions of horror on his foes’ faces, drank it in still even as he flew over the ground, safe in his barrier. He had got them all off guard when the brainless hanyou smelt out a familiar scent on him and demanded what he had done to their fox friend.
---
“What have you done to him you bastard!” Inuyasha snarled.
---
He smirked to himself. He knew the story and he pondered why they even cared. The only reason why the hanyou had asked that was all because of their own fault. In fact, he wouldn’t even be smelling like he did if it hadn’t been for them. He knew that such a confrontation was inevitable and had asked his new lover how he should respond.
“Nothing,” he replied smoothly. “I’ve done nothing that he wasn’t willing to do. But this is interesting. Why do you even care? From what I know, it was you who drove him away.”
"It was a mistake!” the annoying miko woman, Kagome, cried. “None of us meant any of it!”
“Really? Then was it his imagination when you called him unnatural monster? Was it his imagination when you called him a freak, a disgusting creature that had dared to sleep with you and shouldn’t live?”
“We were just frustrated!” Kagome said, though she was paler than usual. “We didn’t mean of it! I didn’t mean any of what I said!”
“Then why did you say it in the first place if you didn’t mean it? You hurt him in such a way that he will probably never recover from it. Did you know that he begged me to kill him? That’s right; he begged me but I refused.”
“If you so much as touch him—” the hanyou began but was interrupted.
“He loves my touch. He loves me. I am everything to him now. That was something that he wanted me to tell you.”
---
Their expressions were priceless and he knew Shippo would want to know what their reactions were. Personally, he didn’t understand why his lover would want to know but the fox said it would be some sort of closure for him. Normally, he wouldn’t care about such things but it was important to his fox.
The little hut seemed to sprout out from the steep mountain like a fungus from a tree. There was a porch so he could land on it easily and once he had done so, he entered his small kingdom. Shippo was still in bed, still exhausted from the previous night’s strenuous activities. Hakudoshi stared down at his lover, a small smile spreading on his lips. He hated to do this but he had too. Crouching down on his knees, he poked his lover gently on the arm until he could see those beautiful green eyes open up.
“Haku?” Shippo asked, sleep still in his voice as he stretched slightly, looking straight up at him, using his little nickname for him.
“Hello Shippo,” he said, letting his smile grow on his face.
“What time is it?”
He almost laughed. It amused him to no end how that was his first words whenever he woke up after experiencing their amazing sexual nights. “It is evening, my little fox,” he answered anyway.
Shippo’s eyes widened. “Really? Did I miss something? You look tired.”
“I met up with them again.”
Shippo was silent; he didn’t need to be told who they were. “How was it?” he asked, his voice small yet curious.
---
“LIAR!” the hanyou snarled. “He would never sink that low!”
“What do you mean by low?” he asked, his soft voice now holding a dangerous edge in it.
“He may prefer other like himself but I highly doubt that Shippo would ever let you touch him,” the perverted monk, Miroku, a man cursed by his own master with a wind tunnel in his right hand, stated.
“Then you underestimate the damage you inflicted on him. He told me that he had expected understanding, kindness even, from you. Instead you all threw it back in his face. You call Naraku a monster but you need not look any further for the real monsters.”
“You shut up you little bastard! You don’t know us!”
“I do now. He told me everything about you, about your strengths, your weaknesses. Really, of all the people to alienate, you chose him. He is right though. You people really are stupid.”
“What did you say?!”
“I know everything, Inuyasha. I successfully predicted that you would come here. Didn’t all my little friends seem to be acting oddly to you? They don’t really matter now since you killed them all but nonetheless I still know and that is what matters.”
“Wait till I get my hands on that little…”
“I guess I have something else to tell him now.”
“We’re sorry!” that irritating miko cried again. “Please, tell him to come back to us! Please tell him that we’re sorry.”
“Did you know that you were his family? That’s right. He lost one and adopted you as his second. I doubt that he will come back to you willingly after what you did to him. Your betrayal to him was much worse than the betrayal that Naraku orchestrated between the hanyou and the dead priestess Kikyo. So I ask you, who is the real villain? Is it I or is it you?”
He raced back to his mountain hideout as fast as he could, taking care that he wasn’t being followed by those who would chase him or being watched by the one who owned him. This hideout was his secret, a place where he could go and truly be God.
He remembered the expressions of horror on his foes’ faces, drank it in still even as he flew over the ground, safe in his barrier. He had got them all off guard when the brainless hanyou smelt out a familiar scent on him and demanded what he had done to their fox friend.
---
“What have you done to him you bastard!” Inuyasha snarled.
---
He smirked to himself. He knew the story and he pondered why they even cared. The only reason why the hanyou had asked that was all because of their own fault. In fact, he wouldn’t even be smelling like he did if it hadn’t been for them. He knew that such a confrontation was inevitable and had asked his new lover how he should respond.
“Nothing,” he replied smoothly. “I’ve done nothing that he wasn’t willing to do. But this is interesting. Why do you even care? From what I know, it was you who drove him away.”
"It was a mistake!” the annoying miko woman, Kagome, cried. “None of us meant any of it!”
“Really? Then was it his imagination when you called him unnatural monster? Was it his imagination when you called him a freak, a disgusting creature that had dared to sleep with you and shouldn’t live?”
“We were just frustrated!” Kagome said, though she was paler than usual. “We didn’t mean of it! I didn’t mean any of what I said!”
“Then why did you say it in the first place if you didn’t mean it? You hurt him in such a way that he will probably never recover from it. Did you know that he begged me to kill him? That’s right; he begged me but I refused.”
“If you so much as touch him—” the hanyou began but was interrupted.
“He loves my touch. He loves me. I am everything to him now. That was something that he wanted me to tell you.”
---
Their expressions were priceless and he knew Shippo would want to know what their reactions were. Personally, he didn’t understand why his lover would want to know but the fox said it would be some sort of closure for him. Normally, he wouldn’t care about such things but it was important to his fox.
The little hut seemed to sprout out from the steep mountain like a fungus from a tree. There was a porch so he could land on it easily and once he had done so, he entered his small kingdom. Shippo was still in bed, still exhausted from the previous night’s strenuous activities. Hakudoshi stared down at his lover, a small smile spreading on his lips. He hated to do this but he had too. Crouching down on his knees, he poked his lover gently on the arm until he could see those beautiful green eyes open up.
“Haku?” Shippo asked, sleep still in his voice as he stretched slightly, looking straight up at him, using his little nickname for him.
“Hello Shippo,” he said, letting his smile grow on his face.
“What time is it?”
He almost laughed. It amused him to no end how that was his first words whenever he woke up after experiencing their amazing sexual nights. “It is evening, my little fox,” he answered anyway.
Shippo’s eyes widened. “Really? Did I miss something? You look tired.”
“I met up with them again.”
Shippo was silent; he didn’t need to be told who they were. “How was it?” he asked, his voice small yet curious.
---
“LIAR!” the hanyou snarled. “He would never sink that low!”
“What do you mean by low?” he asked, his soft voice now holding a dangerous edge in it.
“He may prefer other like himself but I highly doubt that Shippo would ever let you touch him,” the perverted monk, Miroku, a man cursed by his own master with a wind tunnel in his right hand, stated.
“Then you underestimate the damage you inflicted on him. He told me that he had expected understanding, kindness even, from you. Instead you all threw it back in his face. You call Naraku a monster but you need not look any further for the real monsters.”
“You shut up you little bastard! You don’t know us!”
“I do now. He told me everything about you, about your strengths, your weaknesses. Really, of all the people to alienate, you chose him. He is right though. You people really are stupid.”
“What did you say?!”
“I know everything, Inuyasha. I successfully predicted that you would come here. Didn’t all my little friends seem to be acting oddly to you? They don’t really matter now since you killed them all but nonetheless I still know and that is what matters.”
“Wait till I get my hands on that little…”
“I guess I have something else to tell him now.”
“We’re sorry!” that irritating miko cried again. “Please, tell him to come back to us! Please tell him that we’re sorry.”
“Did you know that you were his family? That’s right. He lost one and adopted you as his second. I doubt that he will come back to you willingly after what you did to him. Your betrayal to him was much worse than the betrayal that Naraku orchestrated between the hanyou and the dead priestess Kikyo. So I ask you, who is the real villain? Is it I or is it you?”