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Unexpected
Unexpected
- Hidden Within Dreams
+ Sanity through Madness
Rumiko-sempai is the brilliant mind to think up the world of InuYasha. I merely like to play with the characters, for reasons of my own.
~
"Father!" A young man approached his father, boldly interrupting the conversation between the man and the fair young woman he was talking with.
The man chuckled indulgently. "Kohaku... How many times must you be told not to interrupt?"
The girl smiled, before hitting the younger one on the shoulder. "Hai, Kohaku. It gets tired.."
"Mou.... Anyway, there is a bouzo, waiting to see you. He says there is a dark cloud, of sorts, over the village." He grinned, before bowing his head. "Should I tell him we need no help exterminating dark clouds?"
"Iie. It has been a boring winter... We are in need of entertainment..." He said, rising, and walking towards the home he shared, with his two children.
*
"Bouzo?"
"Hai, good sir. I was travelling, and I noted the dark presense over this village, and..." He stopped short. In the doorway, there were two others. One was the boy who had retrieved the man he was speaking to. The other was one of the most exquisite females he had ever seen. "..And I decided to come see ifouldould be of assistance..."
"Kohaku, Sango? What do you say?" He said, looking towards the two. The derisive expression on his face was not missed by the young priest.
Kohaku was on the verge of telling the priest how far he could lose himself, when he noticed the odd expression on his sister's face. "..Sango?" He murmured, nudging her.
*
There was nothing wrong with the scene, and everything was wrong. 'WRONG!' Her mind shrieked, even as the daydream regained control.
Two bodies, laying as close as possible without being one, moving in the rhythm preceding such sexual acts, striving to be closer to the other.
One was all muscle and sinew, sculpted in to the epitome of masculinity. A rosary held cloth to his arm, hiding the cursed Kaze Ana.
The other was lush, feminineves,ves, overlying hard, flat muscles. Scarred disfiguredly on the left side of her back, but still striking in her figure.
It was a matter of moments, before the man mounted the fe, th, the two of them connected in the most binding of ways.
She recognized the female as herself, though she lacked the scar.
The male was the houshi....
*
"Sango?"
Her head jerked up sharply, her eyes focusing on her younger brother. "Goman, Kohaku... What did you say?"
"Father asked our opinion of the monk's fate. Shall we run him out of here together, or are you going to make me work alone this time?" He grinned teasingly; his sister rarely let him down.
"..No."
Their father turned, hearing Sango's soft refusal. "Well, my children.. What is the decision?"
"He stays." Sango spoke flatly, her eyes taking care not to drift over the houshi, lest some other perverse thought fall into her head.
The man shrugged, turning his attention to the young monk. About his daughter's age, he noted. "Well, houshi, you have my daughter standing in your defense. You may stay. However... If we wind up with more problems than we had an hour ago..." He drifted off, leaving the end of his statement open to the imagination.
Kohaku sent a desbelieving look at his sister, before shaking his head. 'Women...' He thought, trudging out of the room.
"Sango.. I believe you can take care of the houshi; see to his needs, and the like." He said. Bowing his head in tolerance to the monk, he left, leaving the two.
~
How does one go about thanking someone, who spoke in your defense, and yet knows nothing of you?
That was the predicament the houshi found himself in for much of the afternoon, and it was still a pondered point, into the dusk.
She was certainly beautiful, he noticed. There were the gentle curves, of a woman, laid over the strong, flat muscle, that a warrior is sculpted from. Sculpted was a rather fitting term for the taijiya, he decided; she was well-formed, and carried herself with a haughty, proud grace.
She was not one to leave an ordinary man at ease.
He had watched her for some time, under the guise of meditation. She had nodded her head, and thoroughly ignored him.
There was something striking about her, some quality he felt he should recognize, but remained out of sight, though not out of mind...
*
He was known, in the small group, for his ever-roaming hands. Eternally itching to caress the soft curves of a woman, whether she was aware of it or not, to brush casually against the inviting figure.
Right now, he was in the midst of a concentrated effort. Walking slightly ahead was onetwo two women in their group of five. A proud, slightly overbearing one, the idol of womanhood.
Putting a slight haste into his pace, he moved closer to the rather unsuspecting prey. Funny; she should know to expect things like this by now..
His hand reached out, in a seemingly nature gesture. Brushing against the firm, beckoning backside, that seemed to request being touched.
In a fluid, somewhat practised movement, the woman stopped, turned, and struck, her hand leaving a searing mark on his cheek. "What do you think you are doing, houshi-sama?!"
He rubbed the vague handprint on his cheek, a rueful smile on his face.
It was the same routine, nearly every day.
*
He broke out of the meditative stance with a shudder. Where had that come from?
"Houshi-sama...?" A quiet voice beseeched.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and nodded. "I am fine, thank you." When his eyes opened, he noted that the taijiya was identical to, if not the exact one, from his daydream. A hand reached up, brushing against his cheek, as though to make sure he had not done anything to offend.
...Funny. His cheek felt abnormally warm, and stung.
~
He had been watching her; she could tell. But he did a fair job shielding his gaze, for the casual glance would think him deep in thought, or something of the like.
...Where had that last vision come from? Was I really so callous as to strike a man, for what may have been an accident?
'Aha, but it was no accident, and you know it..' A snide voice remarked, in her conscious.
How could she be sure, anyways?
..Then why did her palm still feel the phantom tingle of striking flesh?
And why did the houshi seem flushed on one side of his face, a darker red blotch appearing on one side of his face?
...No! She couldn't have struck him, just now. She had been observing him, watching his meditation, not drifting from her task.
Until that odd vision had come.
"My lady...?" His voice registered, though it took her a moment to finally acknowledge it.
"Yes, houshi-sama?"
"You seem...disturbed. Is everything all right?"
Her breath caught in her throat. He couldn't possibly know! ... Could he? "I...I am fine, houshi-sama."
As she leaned back, she had that feeling...
There was another vision coming on...
*
"C'mon, Sango-san! I don't think they followed us this timeThe The brightly chipper voice of another female rang out.
"Hai, Kagome-chan. Perhaps they have learned their lesson?"
"They should. If not.. Well, they're just a lot denser than I thought!" A light, airy laugh, and the daintier of the two woman stripped from rather revealing clothes, and went splashing gleefully into the water. "Oh! The water is perfect!"
A bemused smile, as the taijiya took off her clothes, placing them with fastidious care on a dry boulder, before stepping gracefully into the water. "You were right, Kagome-chan.. This is an ideal place to bathe."
"Told you so." She smiled happily, reveling in the warm water of the natural hot spring the two women had come across.
The two splashed for a few minutes, enjoying themselves.
"..Kagome-chan?"
"Yeah?"
"We are being observed."
"Oh, really? ...Osuwari!"
The loud cracking of a tree branch, accompanied by furious cursing in a rough male voice, broke through the former silence.
"InuYasha!" The petite girl yelled, sinking into the water, to avoid being stared at, once the mystical paralysis wore off.
"...Stupid wench. As though I'd want to see you." The hanyou, clad in red, staggered to his feet, growling his irritation. Stalking onto the main path, he brought his hand down quickly.
A yelp of pain, and the slight chuckle of a man caught, the monk was forcibly removed from the underbrush, leering slightly at the two women.
"..Lecherous monk. Perverted dog-demon. What next, Sango-san, what next?"
*
"..You see it, don't you?"
"See what, houshi-sama?" She snapped irritably, cringing mentally, at her sharp tone of voice.
"These..visions, for lack of a better word."
"Wh...What do they mean, houshi-sama?"
"I don't know.."
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Hidden Within Dreams. closed.
Realizations of a Hopeless Romantic. next.
Yes, I'm fully aware of how short this is.. I promise the next few chapters will be longer.
Reviews are wanted; don't make me beg for them. They really do serve as incentive to crank out the next chapter.
Flames are toasty. I like fire, too.
- Hidden Within Dreams
+ Sanity through Madness
Rumiko-sempai is the brilliant mind to think up the world of InuYasha. I merely like to play with the characters, for reasons of my own.
~
"Father!" A young man approached his father, boldly interrupting the conversation between the man and the fair young woman he was talking with.
The man chuckled indulgently. "Kohaku... How many times must you be told not to interrupt?"
The girl smiled, before hitting the younger one on the shoulder. "Hai, Kohaku. It gets tired.."
"Mou.... Anyway, there is a bouzo, waiting to see you. He says there is a dark cloud, of sorts, over the village." He grinned, before bowing his head. "Should I tell him we need no help exterminating dark clouds?"
"Iie. It has been a boring winter... We are in need of entertainment..." He said, rising, and walking towards the home he shared, with his two children.
*
"Bouzo?"
"Hai, good sir. I was travelling, and I noted the dark presense over this village, and..." He stopped short. In the doorway, there were two others. One was the boy who had retrieved the man he was speaking to. The other was one of the most exquisite females he had ever seen. "..And I decided to come see ifouldould be of assistance..."
"Kohaku, Sango? What do you say?" He said, looking towards the two. The derisive expression on his face was not missed by the young priest.
Kohaku was on the verge of telling the priest how far he could lose himself, when he noticed the odd expression on his sister's face. "..Sango?" He murmured, nudging her.
*
There was nothing wrong with the scene, and everything was wrong. 'WRONG!' Her mind shrieked, even as the daydream regained control.
Two bodies, laying as close as possible without being one, moving in the rhythm preceding such sexual acts, striving to be closer to the other.
One was all muscle and sinew, sculpted in to the epitome of masculinity. A rosary held cloth to his arm, hiding the cursed Kaze Ana.
The other was lush, feminineves,ves, overlying hard, flat muscles. Scarred disfiguredly on the left side of her back, but still striking in her figure.
It was a matter of moments, before the man mounted the fe, th, the two of them connected in the most binding of ways.
She recognized the female as herself, though she lacked the scar.
The male was the houshi....
*
"Sango?"
Her head jerked up sharply, her eyes focusing on her younger brother. "Goman, Kohaku... What did you say?"
"Father asked our opinion of the monk's fate. Shall we run him out of here together, or are you going to make me work alone this time?" He grinned teasingly; his sister rarely let him down.
"..No."
Their father turned, hearing Sango's soft refusal. "Well, my children.. What is the decision?"
"He stays." Sango spoke flatly, her eyes taking care not to drift over the houshi, lest some other perverse thought fall into her head.
The man shrugged, turning his attention to the young monk. About his daughter's age, he noted. "Well, houshi, you have my daughter standing in your defense. You may stay. However... If we wind up with more problems than we had an hour ago..." He drifted off, leaving the end of his statement open to the imagination.
Kohaku sent a desbelieving look at his sister, before shaking his head. 'Women...' He thought, trudging out of the room.
"Sango.. I believe you can take care of the houshi; see to his needs, and the like." He said. Bowing his head in tolerance to the monk, he left, leaving the two.
~
How does one go about thanking someone, who spoke in your defense, and yet knows nothing of you?
That was the predicament the houshi found himself in for much of the afternoon, and it was still a pondered point, into the dusk.
She was certainly beautiful, he noticed. There were the gentle curves, of a woman, laid over the strong, flat muscle, that a warrior is sculpted from. Sculpted was a rather fitting term for the taijiya, he decided; she was well-formed, and carried herself with a haughty, proud grace.
She was not one to leave an ordinary man at ease.
He had watched her for some time, under the guise of meditation. She had nodded her head, and thoroughly ignored him.
There was something striking about her, some quality he felt he should recognize, but remained out of sight, though not out of mind...
*
He was known, in the small group, for his ever-roaming hands. Eternally itching to caress the soft curves of a woman, whether she was aware of it or not, to brush casually against the inviting figure.
Right now, he was in the midst of a concentrated effort. Walking slightly ahead was onetwo two women in their group of five. A proud, slightly overbearing one, the idol of womanhood.
Putting a slight haste into his pace, he moved closer to the rather unsuspecting prey. Funny; she should know to expect things like this by now..
His hand reached out, in a seemingly nature gesture. Brushing against the firm, beckoning backside, that seemed to request being touched.
In a fluid, somewhat practised movement, the woman stopped, turned, and struck, her hand leaving a searing mark on his cheek. "What do you think you are doing, houshi-sama?!"
He rubbed the vague handprint on his cheek, a rueful smile on his face.
It was the same routine, nearly every day.
*
He broke out of the meditative stance with a shudder. Where had that come from?
"Houshi-sama...?" A quiet voice beseeched.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and nodded. "I am fine, thank you." When his eyes opened, he noted that the taijiya was identical to, if not the exact one, from his daydream. A hand reached up, brushing against his cheek, as though to make sure he had not done anything to offend.
...Funny. His cheek felt abnormally warm, and stung.
~
He had been watching her; she could tell. But he did a fair job shielding his gaze, for the casual glance would think him deep in thought, or something of the like.
...Where had that last vision come from? Was I really so callous as to strike a man, for what may have been an accident?
'Aha, but it was no accident, and you know it..' A snide voice remarked, in her conscious.
How could she be sure, anyways?
..Then why did her palm still feel the phantom tingle of striking flesh?
And why did the houshi seem flushed on one side of his face, a darker red blotch appearing on one side of his face?
...No! She couldn't have struck him, just now. She had been observing him, watching his meditation, not drifting from her task.
Until that odd vision had come.
"My lady...?" His voice registered, though it took her a moment to finally acknowledge it.
"Yes, houshi-sama?"
"You seem...disturbed. Is everything all right?"
Her breath caught in her throat. He couldn't possibly know! ... Could he? "I...I am fine, houshi-sama."
As she leaned back, she had that feeling...
There was another vision coming on...
*
"C'mon, Sango-san! I don't think they followed us this timeThe The brightly chipper voice of another female rang out.
"Hai, Kagome-chan. Perhaps they have learned their lesson?"
"They should. If not.. Well, they're just a lot denser than I thought!" A light, airy laugh, and the daintier of the two woman stripped from rather revealing clothes, and went splashing gleefully into the water. "Oh! The water is perfect!"
A bemused smile, as the taijiya took off her clothes, placing them with fastidious care on a dry boulder, before stepping gracefully into the water. "You were right, Kagome-chan.. This is an ideal place to bathe."
"Told you so." She smiled happily, reveling in the warm water of the natural hot spring the two women had come across.
The two splashed for a few minutes, enjoying themselves.
"..Kagome-chan?"
"Yeah?"
"We are being observed."
"Oh, really? ...Osuwari!"
The loud cracking of a tree branch, accompanied by furious cursing in a rough male voice, broke through the former silence.
"InuYasha!" The petite girl yelled, sinking into the water, to avoid being stared at, once the mystical paralysis wore off.
"...Stupid wench. As though I'd want to see you." The hanyou, clad in red, staggered to his feet, growling his irritation. Stalking onto the main path, he brought his hand down quickly.
A yelp of pain, and the slight chuckle of a man caught, the monk was forcibly removed from the underbrush, leering slightly at the two women.
"..Lecherous monk. Perverted dog-demon. What next, Sango-san, what next?"
*
"..You see it, don't you?"
"See what, houshi-sama?" She snapped irritably, cringing mentally, at her sharp tone of voice.
"These..visions, for lack of a better word."
"Wh...What do they mean, houshi-sama?"
"I don't know.."
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Hidden Within Dreams. closed.
Realizations of a Hopeless Romantic. next.
Yes, I'm fully aware of how short this is.. I promise the next few chapters will be longer.
Reviews are wanted; don't make me beg for them. They really do serve as incentive to crank out the next chapter.
Flames are toasty. I like fire, too.