A Sticky Situation

A Sticky Situation


Here’s an Inuyasha fic for you! I absolutely adore the series, so this one was great fun to write.


Please review, I’d like to know your opinions and I’ll be giving you all a shout out in the next chapter :D.


Thanks for reading!


Chapter One


“Eh wench, what’s that?”


From her position on the floor Kagome looked up at the hanyou in mild annoyance. Wench indeed...


“This,” she said, holding up a brightly coloured tube, disapproval coming off her voice in waves. “Is super-glue. I brought it from my own time to fix one of Shippo’s toys.”


“Super-glue...” Inuyasha echoed in wonder, eyes transfixed on the odd multi-coloured object. “Why’s it super?”


“Well,” Kagome began thoughtfully, briefly looking up from the sadly broken sling-shot she was currently working on. “It’s much stronger than normal glue. I mean,” she paused for a moment. “If you use this on something it’s almost impossible to unstuck, that’s why you’ve got to be careful with it.”


“Oh...” The dismissal tone Inuyasha had adopted was the opposite to his buzzing mind, currently filled with plans of how this ‘super-glue’ could be put to use.


What if he glued perv-monk to that stupid staff he insisted on dragging around with him?!? Or even better... Inuyasha had to repress a malicious grin, the next time Kouga showed his sorry-ass face he could stick a ‘I’m your bitch’ sign on the mongrel’s head. Perfect! Inuyasha was sure that he and ‘ultimate glue’ or whatever were going to have a beautiful relationship...


“Are you finished with that?” He questioned, a clawed finger pointing towards the little tube.


“Huh? Yeah,” Kagome’s eyes suddenly narrowed in suspicion, obviously dubious of Inuyasha’s motives. “Why do you need it? You’re not planning something, are you?” Sometimes he swore that girl had ESP or something...


“Oh,” he began, trying to sound as innocent as possible. “Sango mentioned she’d broken a necklace. I thought I could take it to her to use...”


“Hmm... alright then,” although Kagome was obviously still doubtful the reference to Sango had done the trick. Why were girls such pack animals anyway?


“Thanks,” Inuyasha tried not to sound too cheerful while picking up the glue, holding it carefully in his hand. Watch out Kouga...


“See you then!” Beginning to walk off in the opposite direction Inuyasha stopped dead in his tracks.


The wind had changed. And with it had come an unwelcome scent.


Instantly sensing the change in her friend Kagome thrummed with alarm. “Inuyasha! What is it?


“Get back to the village,” his voice was almost a growl.


Kagome was determined not to leave her companion. “No! Tell me what-“


“Get back to the damn village!!” The hanyou’s voice was a roar over the sudden whistling wind.


Paling further, the girl complied, disappearing in the direction of the town. There was something dangerous in Inuyasha’s eyes...


Now alone, the hanyou simply stood...and waited.


A few minutes later the uninvited guest burst into the clearing, a swirl of demonic aura and arrogant silver.


“Inuyasha,” the voice was icy calm and infuriatingly condescending.


Typical Sesshomaru...


“You know bastard, we’d all be a lot happier if you kept your ugly ass face away from here y’know.”


“Do not delude yourself onto thinking that your personal happiness would ever bother this Sesshomaru, hanyou,” the yokai said, beginning to draw his sword. Why did the git have to be so god-damned blood thirsty? Did the bastard just hunt him out whenever he fancied a fight?


Anticipating an attack from the now fully sword wielding yokai, Inuyasha clenched his fists, currently far too angry to notice the spreading gooey sensation in one of him hands.


“Keh,” Inuyasha spat, now fully in the swing of things. “At least I can be happy. I don’t reckon you’ve ever had a happy moment in your life,” an evil smile played over his lips. “Or maybe I’m wrong, I bet you get off on having that little green pet of yours humping your leg.”


Well, that hit a nerve. Sesshomaru’s eyes had turned a dangerous crimson at his little comment, but Inuyasha was too elated by his insulting genius to be daunted by this. Humping his leg...hah!


“You will take that back, worthless hanyou!” The words were a low growl. Inuyasha was impressed, apparently ice-master bastard really was rattled!


“No chance!” Sensing his brother was about to charge Inuyasha braced himself. He decided he may at least get one more insult in, for luck. “What? Don’t you like the idea of that little toad attached to the ‘Great Sesshomaru’s’ leg?”


The change in his brother at the words was instantly noticeable. He had done it! The yokai was pelting towards him, a blur of furious white. Oddly enough Sesshomaru had discarded his sword along the way, perhaps realising it would be dishonourable to take on the barehanded Inuyasha with a weapon.


Slapping his hands together, yet again ignoring the weird spreading sticky sensation, Inuyasha prepared himself for combat.


Sesshomaru was almost there... just a few more seconds...


Now!


Brothers now facing each other directly the two began swirling in together in battle.


It was an oddly elegant yet blunt fight. The demons movements were so rapid and the proximity so close that the colours of their clothing, to a watcher, would have merged into a delicate pink, contradictory to the harshness of the situation.


The going was hard on Inuyasha, Sesshomaru was so fast he was a blur, dodging, evading and attempting to lay a hit on Inuyasha at every opportunity.


That settled it. Inuyasha was going to have to play dirty.


Yelling suddenly to capture his brother’s attention, he swept Sesshomaru’s feet from beneath him, relying on the one-armed yokai’s weakened sense of balance. To prevent any further attacks from the stunned Sesshomaru, Inuyasha grabbed the yokai’s one hand, swiftly delivering a devastating punch to his brother’s neck. Entwined, the two were forced to the ground by the force of the blow.


Deciding it was time to make a speedy getaway from his momentarily bewildered brother, Inuyasha went to remove his hands...and couldn’t.


‘Oh shit...’


He tried again, still unable to pull away from Sesshomaru’s hand or neck.


Frantically attempting, and failing to pull away, a desperate mantra ran through Inuyasha’s numbed mind ‘ShitfuckshitfuckshitfuckI’mgonnadieShitfuckshitfuck...’


A low growl sounded from beneath him.


Swallowing, wondering if it would be his last ever act, Inuyasha looked down at his brother.


This did not reassure him in the slightest.


Sesshomaru’s usually flawless hair had been mussed by the grass underneath him. The yokai’s face retained a look of silent fury that promised to soon become very vocal. His eyes were deepest crimson.


“Inuyasha?” the voice was of thunder before a storm.


“Y-yes?” For some reason the hanyou was having a hard time talking.


“What is that prodding into this Sesshomaru’s thigh?”


Confused, Inuyasha looked down.


Oh God...


Sesshomaru was definitely going to kill him for this one...


To be continued.


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