Reincarnation.

Chapter 6: Rakastaja



Inuyasha, Kagome, Shipp, Shippo, Sango, Miroku, Minoru, Yash and Minako were all sitting in the living room of the bunker, eating breakfast a few days after the shower fiasco. As far as everyone knew, Kimiko and Yash were still not speaking, and that they were no longer mates; however, it had seemed that Inuyasha and Kagome’s relationship had gotten the romance sparked right back into it. They could be heard bumping and grinding every night since then… and some mornings.



When Kimiko and Suzume entered the room, Yash stared at his ex-mate. “What the hell did you do?” he asked her, finally breaking the silence that had lasted between them for five days and nights.



She gave him a vicious smirk. “What, Yashy?” she asked. “You like it?”



“Who the hell cut it that short for you?” he practically yelled. Minako hid her face a little in Kagome’s arm. Kimiko stood her ground before her ex-mate’s growling, towering aura. “Suzume did the actual cutting,” she answered, her voice low and threatening.



Kimiko had cut her hair until it was right above her shoulders. She knew Inuyasha had always hated his women having short hair; he preferred it to be long, so he could rub his face in it. She also knew that Yash would see this as an act of defiance, and it would be a major blow to his super-inflated manly ego. It was like a well-played kick in the nuts in the hanyou’s eyes.



He stood and walked over and wrapped his fingers around her throat, picking her up off her feet. Inuyasha, Minoru, and Miroku all jumped up and attacked Yash’s arm, trying to force him to release Kimiko, who was digging her short fingernails into his hand, choking for air. He pushed them away, and his eyes flashed red. Kimiko’s own brown eyes widened in true fear; she had never been frightened of Yash before.



Of course, there’s a first time for everything.



She reached forward, pressing the tip of her index finger against Yash’s forehead, and summed up all of her strength and energy. A purple light flashed, and Yash banged against the far wall, collapsing on the floor in a heap.



Kimiko fell to her feet, collapsing to her knees and taking in heavy, heaving breaths.



She looked up right when Yash, still full inuyoukai, was back on his feet and running towards her. He picked her up, and they crashed through the far wall, into the sparring room. Inuyasha and Kagome, Minako in their arms, went running after them; Suzume, Sango, Minoru, and Miroku were right behind them. Shippo and Shipp remained where they were, eating their breakfast.



“Another crazy day,” Shipp said to his young counterpart. The child fox demon agreed.



In the next room, Yash and Kimiko had taken to beating the crap out of each other with no real style of fighting at all. Neither of the two had weapons, save Yash’s strength and agility and Kimiko’s purity that she could apparently blast in waves against him, and it seemed to the others watching that, overall, the two ex-lovers were pretty evenly matched. Yash attempted a blow to Kimiko’s face, but the Miko jumped back and kicked herself off the wall, launching her body at Yash. Yash caught her wrist and spun around, throwing her roughly against a pole. It hit Kimiko in the middle of her back, and she cried out in pain and hit the ground, panting. Yash walked over to stand over her, glaring down at her.



She flung her head to look up at him, and her eyes flashed momentarily from chocolate brown to a deep, sky blue. Yash gasped and glanced at the others, and the red had faded from his eyes, the purple markings disappeared from his skin. His breathing and pulse slowed, and he was normal hanyou Yash once more.



He watched as, before his own eyes, Kimiko’s eyes stayed blue for a few seconds as her ebony hair fell down her back and shoulders to its original length. She glared at him, and her eyes flickered back to brown. “There,” she said, standing to face him. “Happy now, Inuyasha?” And with that, she karate-kicked him across the room with barely any of her strength – and the hanyou crashed back through the wall into the living room once again.



The others stared at Kimiko from the sidelines. Suddenly, from the other hole in the wall separating the sparring room from the living room, Shippo and Shipp stood side by side and began to applaud the performance.



Minoru and Suzume looked anxiously at Kimiko, who bowed to the others. “I am terribly sorry for the way Yash and I just acted. Please, return to your meal.” And she turned and ran deeper into the bunker.



Yash pulled himself from the wreckage and ran after her, calling her name.



Miroku and Inuyasha looked at each other. “Let’s get to it,” the two men said to each other as they walked forward and began to put the wall back to the way it was before. Minoru looked at Suzume, who nodded knowingly and disappeared into the back wings of the military bunker after Yash and Kimiko; Minoru began to help the other two men put the wall back in place. Sango and Kagome just sat down on the floor in the sparring room and watched them, chatting excitedly about what they had just witnessed.

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Suzume paused at the door when she heard the argument between her two best friends. Yash was berating her for using her sacred powers in front of the original incarnations, who, he had to remind her, did not know about her true nature.



She sighed, rolling her eyes, and stalked off to rejoin the others on the other side of the secret bunker.



Sensing that Suzume had gone, Kimiko and Yash relaxed. He sighed and looked at her from the corner of his eye. “I can’t believe that you would do something so… reckless.” He turned and faced her. “It isn’t like you.”



She pursed her lips, unamused, and gave him a look. “What the hell does that mean?”



He took a step forward; remembering the incident from beforehand, she took a step back, still a little frightened of him. He groaned and grabbed his head with his clawed hands. “I still cannot believe that I actually attacked you like that! I have no idea what the hell came over me!” He plopped down on the bed and was grateful when Kimiko sat nervously beside him. He hated that she was now a little afraid of him, but she didn’t always have to be. Of course, he couldn’t really hurt her in her true form.



He looked her in the eye. He looked into her brown eyes, of course. He loved her sky blue eyes, although she hid them from the world – and him – so much that he hadn’t seen them in years. Not until today, at least.



He leaned over and nuzzled her jaw with his sharp nose. “Kagome…” he murmured.



She stood and slapped him.



He watched her, sadness helping illuminate his golden eyes. “You used to love it when I called you that…”



She turned away from him and took a few steps away, her arms crossed over her chest. “Well, now I don’t. When you called me that just now…” She cried out in anger and exasperation. “Why did you have sex with her?” she practically shrieked.



“Because it was you!” he yelled back, standing. “It’s always been you, hasn’t it? Kagome, Kikyo… even freaking Midoriko! You have always been there, guarding that damn jewel, protecting this entire damn world and its damn history… why don’t you let someone else protect you for a change, huh?” He held her shoulders with his strong hands, and he could smell her sudden arousal from where he stood, holding her. She always loved the idea of being the damsel in distress, and she went crazy when he actually saved her from danger. Many times past, he had done just that to be rewarded, once they reached home [whether that home was the shrine or the bunker], with being ravished by her beautiful body and enticing ways.



She grunted and moved away from him. His expression turned grim when her scent faded from his nose. He watched her closely, wondering what was running through that ancient mind of hers.



“It’s always been improper, you and I,” she murmured, her eyes watching the floor.



He huffed a little at this harsh reminder of the way things had always really worked. “I know,” he shot back.



She looked up at him suddenly; he gasped when he saw that her eyes were a brilliant, glowing blue. She stepped forward, lighting brushing her fingers along his cheek. “Just say the word,” she mumbled, reaching her face upward and rubbing her lips gently against his.



“Feh,” he mumbled back, and Kimiko blinked. He smiled, realizing that their clothes were gone; the Miko had set the stage for them.



Kissing her roughly on the mouth, he picked her up, his muscular arms wrapped so tightly around her bare body, his entire body crying out to feel her soft skin against him. She was heavenly as always – but Yash was no fool. He knew that this time was special, significant.



“It’s happening, isn’t it?” he asked in a breathy, sexy voice that sent shivers up Kimiko’s spine. She smiled at him seductively before nodding. “Yes, my dear,” she whispered in his ear. “Don’t worry about the formalities; I will be taking care of them myself.”



With his fingers, he reached down, feeling her clit; she moaned as he brushed his index finger along her clit gently, and he could feel how wet she was already. As he mouth and tongue played games with hers, he used his fingers on her, flicking them along her clit and allowing them to access her soft inner workings. He wanted to feel her, taste her, have her – all at once.



Suddenly, they were on the floor; Yash didn’t care how they had gotten there. He just cared about what he knew was coming next. He pushed her over a little, until his face was right by her clit and the entrance to her vagina. He sniffed lightly and took so much pleasure in the scent of her overwhelming arousal. He smelled and he licked and he tasted; Yash felt as though he could breath her in, she was so wet and delicious. She had been running her nails and fingers through his hair, and now she grabbed at his hair excitedly. “Oh, Inuyasha!” she cried out suddenly, and it turned Yash on more to hear her call him by his full name.



He gave her a deep-throated growl before reaching up, grasping her hips in his broad hands, and yanking her form back down to his level. She let out a startled squeal, but her surprise faded when he enveloped her in another passionate kiss. Before either knew it, he was inside her, feeling the overwhelming warmth and softness of her enclosing his especially sensitive member. They couldn’t stop kissing as he drove himself deeper into her, touching that sensitive spot deep within a woman, the spot where, if touched by the male form, will drive any woman crazy with wanting. Kimiko, in the midst of their passion-filled kiss, cried out, and they couldn’t get enough of the taste of the other in their mouth as they performed this ancient ritual.



All of a sudden, Kimiko and Yash both could sense the onset of their orgasms, and, looking deep within Yash’s eyes, the Miko whispered a single word: “Rakastaja.”



Suddenly, a bright, golden light flashed, and the two lovers finished at exactly the same moment, both lost in the other's wonderful presence.



They lay on the floor together for quite some time, both mulling over what had just happened. Yash rolled onto his side and looked his lover over once more. “We’ve never done that in your true form before. What does that mean?”



She smiled sincerely at him. “I did not ask you beforehand, because I already knew the answer.”



Understanding, he grinned back at her. “Cocky bitch!” he cried out in mock anger. “How could you have known I would have agreed?”



She giggled a little and scooted closer into his arms. “Because your eyes have been agreeing to it since the first time I saw you, as the priestess Kikyo.”



He hugged her closer to him.

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A/N: sorry, guys, I know this is confusing, but everything will be explained.



P.S. “Rakastaja” is something that I have tattooed on my right ankle. It’s Finnish for “lover.”