Bitten

Disclaimer:I do not own Inu yasha. If I did I would tie him up and never let him leave the bedroom.


“Stupid Inu yasha,” Kagome grunted as she hoisted herself onto the edge of the well. It was night time in the present just as it was in the past. “Stupid…immature….self absorbed….jerk!” And with that final note, she found herself slumped on the floor inside of the small shrine, at home, in the present. As she stood, she began to brush herself off, though one look at her tattered uniform (caked in dirt and mud of course) was enough to inspire a new string of curses. It would never come clean, and rightly so. After all, it was a garment designed to spend all day in a nice air conditioned class room, not tromping through the rain and muck for three hours straight in pursuit of an ancient jewel shard.

It seemed to Kagome that her skin had been permanently stained with the scent of rain water and fertilizer, even a soak in the hot springs had barely put a dent in the smell. It was then that she made the decision to return home, for a change of cloths and a nice bath. But no, that just wasn’t acceptable. Well maybe Inu yasha felt alright walking around smelling like some stray dog, but Kagome certainly wasn’t. During their argument earlier she had made that abundantly clear to both him and the entire surrounding villagers with her sequence of SIT commands. She would be damned if she was going to let him dictate her life. Still quietly muttering to herself, she shouldered her large yellow pack and made her way to the house. She made a mental note to herself to add some nice scented soap to her bag when she repacked. After all, Sango would want a proper bath as well.

*****

“That bitch,” Inu yasha cursed as he gingerly rubbed his lower back. All those sit commands had made him very sore.

“Well Inu yasha you can’t very well expect her to stay here all the time now can you?” Miroku sighed as he placed a hand on the angry hanyou’s shoulder. “Really Inu yasha you have no knowledge of women.”

Inu yasha stood brushing the monks hand away as his ears laid back in annoyance.
“What’s there to understand?! She went back to her time for a BATH! What’s wrong with the baths here? We’ll never find all the shards at this rate! Not if she has to go home every time she gets a little mud on her!”

“A LITTLE mud?” Miroku’s eyebrow rose. “I seem to recall standing in those rice patties for hours. Besides, if a girl wishes to groom herself, why should we men raise resistance? Come now Inu yasha even you must admit that you enjoy that lovely sweet flowery scent Kagome carries with her when she returns from her world. So sweet, so feminine. Why just the thought of…” Unable to finish his sentence due to a rather large lump beginning to form on the back of his head, Miroku groaned.

“And you call yourself a monk! You lecher!” Inu yasha cracked his knuckles as he scowled. In truth, he really did like that smell, it was sweet but not to strong or abusive to his sensitive nose. But he was not about to share these thoughts with THIS pervert.

Miroku winced as his fingers ran over the rising mound. “Lecherous it may seem to you, but to Kagome it would be a complement! You should try complementing her every now and then!” With this the monk rose and cleared his throat and spoke in an overly masculine voice. “Why Kagome you look so lovely today!” He stepped to the side and spoke in a soft feminine voice. “Why Inu yasha that’s down right civil of you!” Again he stepped to the side and did his mock Inu yasha. “Is that a new skirt?” And then Kagome. “How kind of you to notice!”

“A new skirt? She wears the same damn thing every time she comes here!” Inu yasha growled.

“You’re missing my point here Inu yasha!”

“Well I’d never say anything stupid like that anyway!” And with that, Inu yasha stomped off, leaving Miroku with his head hanging.

*****

Kagome sighed as she sunk into the hot bath she had prepared, the heat sucking the tension from her neck and shoulders. Her family had been no where to be found when she came home, but that wasn’t unusual, so there was no one to tell her how long she could spend in the bathroom. She vaguely remembered her mother saying something about visiting relatives, so she didn’t expect them home anytime soon. It had taken fifteen minutes of scrubbing her scalp rinsing and repeating before she felt satisfied enough to condition it. Now, with the thoughts of her argument with Inu yasha behind her, she began to relax, lathering up with some new lilac scented soap her mother had picked up. Relaxing like this, enjoying the small favors of the modern world, really made her feel feminine again.

Not that she didn’t enjoy traipsing around in the feudal era covered in grime, but sometimes a girl just has to indulge herself. Scrubbing away at the nubs she had once called fingernails, she realized just how different she had become. Now days she was lucky to get a bath everyday. Worrying about things like manicures just didn’t seem to be high on the old priority list anymore. She had more skins and bruises on her legs than she did when she was little, and just learning to walk. Her once soft hands now had calluses in certain spots from the use of her bow. Kagome made up her mind to pick up some good lotion next time she was at the store.

She settled back, content in her own hygiene level at last. Had her eyes not been closed in pleasant relaxation, she may have noticed the small dark creature that sat hunched against the door frame, its black eyes focused on her pale naked body.

*****
Inu yasha once more found himself pacing the length of the bone eaters well, his thoughts once more torn in two directions. On one hand, he could jump through and bring her back by force. Sure she’d be a little angry at first, but she’d get over it eventually….right? On the other hand, he could just stay put, and wait for her to cool off and come back on her own. Yeah…wait….like that was going to happen.

“I hate waiting,” and with that, he leapt into the well, his feet only touching the ground after he had arrived in the future. One more leap sent him sailing towards the Higurashi home, he was at the door before the purple light from the well had faded. It was dark inside, he hadn’t knocked, though Mrs. Higurashi had always insisted he do so. It seemed that no one was home, the scents were all old except for that of Kagome. His nose scrunched a bit. Alright, so maybe she had needed a bath.

As he padded up the stairs, he couldn’t help but feel something was off. He paused for a moment, brows furrowed, ears flattened against his skull. Something was definably wrong.

“Kagome?” He called out, his hand resting against tetsuiga’s hilt. There was no answer. Inu yasha finished the climb to the top of the staircase. It was at that last step it hit him, that hard coppery scent that he had long ago associated with battle. Blood, sweet blood with an underlying trace of flowers.


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A/N: Well, there IT is. My first fanfic, the first part anyway. I would be much obliged if you would tell me what you think. I'm pretty sure theres only going to be three parts. As my first fic, I don't think it would be wise to entrap myself with promises of dozens of chapters, but I think three will do nicely. If anyone sees any mistakes, spelling grammer etc. I would be grateful if you were to point it out to me. Also I wasn't sure what to call this fic, the name just seemed appropriate for what I had in mind. But I do realize that it is a commenly used term, and if anyone else has written a story with the same title previous to me in this section of AFF and would like me to change it, I would be more than happy to.