#inuyasha escape room

[sailorstarr-chan4]

Anime Titles Summarized (Poorly)

Vampire Knight: *insert Twilight joke here* Ouran High School Host Club: *small child voice* There's debauchery here! Sailor Moon: Everyone's bi. No, I mean it. EVERYONE. Clannad: I'm not crying yOU'RE CRYING Your Lie in April: Mommy Issues & Lots of Tissues Fruits Basket: MOMMY ISSUES ON STEROIDS Yuri on Ice: Sexy gay figure skating Sk8 the Infinity: Sexy gay skate-boarding Blue Exorcist: "[Satan] may have been your father, but he wasn't your daddy." FullMetal Alchemist: Family is your best ally Trigun: Family is your worst enemy Kaguya-sama Love is War: Idiots to Lovers the anime The Ancient Magus Bride: What if a monsterfucker romance was also Ace? Violet Evergarden: Gorgeously animated ✨TRAUMA✨ Made in Abyss: Adorably animated ✨TRAUMA✨ Madoka Magica: *Admiral Ackbar voice* IT'S A TRAP! My Hero Academia: X-Men alternative universe where mutants are the majority of the population Yu Yu Hakusho: Yusuke came here to chew bubble gum and kick ass. And he's all out of bubble gum. Inuyasha: Time travel, youkai, and jewel shards, oh my! Ranma 1/2: The original bisexual harem Urusei Yatsura: Crack. Just pure, unadulterated alien crack. MAO: Feral Catgirl x Tired Catboy Tokyo Mew Mew: Cute girl fursonas are named after food Shugo Chara!: His Dark Materials magical girl!AU Kamisama Kiss: The How to Train Your Dragon of shoujo Noragami: Girl adopts homeless god Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle: Eat your heart out, Doctor Who Skip-Beat!: Eat your heart out, slow burn fanfiction Kiss Him Not Me: Losing weight = gaining a harem Baccano!: Murders on the Immortal Mafia Express Cowboy Bebop: Bounty hunters need therapy Attack on Titan: EVERYONE NEEDS THERAPY Alice in the Country of Hearts: The sexiest and unhealthiest escapism Cardcaptor Sakura: Beautiful gay representation, terrible Elephant in the Room Fushigi Yuugi: Look, when I said falling in love with a fictional character, I didn't mean that LITERALLY-- Angel Sanctuary: Mutual incest destroys the world as we know it Guilty Crown: Unrequited incest destroys the world as we know it Zombie Land Saga: The undead as cutesy idols. That's it. That's the show. Yurikuma Arashi: Lesbian bears Princess Tutu: Duck becomes ballerina

Part 2 Here!

[snookienthusi4st]

telling him you love him for the first time

pairings: inuyasha x reader, sesshomaru x reader

warnings: language, mentions of injury, angst if you squint, human reader for both

no nsfw, just fluff

inuyasha:

you fidget with the piece of fabric tied around your leg, kagome’s hands tying it and her voice telling you it’ll heal up quickly replaying in your head. the three of you had just barely escaped a demon, you getting injured in the process.

the demon was about to strike him and you instinctively pushed him aside, giving you that single injury. the gash on your thigh wasn’t extreme, far from fatal.

so why was he so worried? and why hasn’t he come back to you and kagome yet?

your curiosity gets the better of you and you silently move past an asleep kagome, wordlessly venturing out to find him.

tired eyes lock onto a head of white hair leaned against a tree, and upon further inspection, he seems tired too. “inuyasha,” you call out, earning a quick turn of his head.

he doesn’t look the happiest. “the hell are you doing out here?” he whisper shouts, standing and walking towards you. you sigh, in partial annoyance and partial remorse.

“i just.. wanted to apologize.” you take his silence as room to continue, albeit nervously. “i worried you today.”

“damn right, you worried me,” he grumbles, still obviously disbelieving. “why’d you go and do something that stupid?”

“it wasn’t stupid, inuyasha.” you reel more of your words in, but you’re growing annoyed. how could he not see what you were doing?

“yes, it was! what were you expecting to happen when you shoved me out the way like that?”

“i wasn’t expecting anything.”

“then what the hell did you do it for, y/n?”

“i did it to protect you!” you snap, your voice still quiet but firmer which catches him off guard. he falls silent again, and you realize the weight of your words and look away.

“i did it to protect you,” you repeat quietly, a shudder in your body as you contemplate your next words. you might as well tell him, you don’t have much to lose.

“i love you.”

you see him stiffen from the corners of your eyes, and any other thoughts of yours die down as he waits to say something. after an airtight moment he scoffs and shakes his head, earning your full attention before he moves in and hugs you.

the movement’s abrupt and unexpected but it feels genuine, his arms tight but soft around your waist as he mutters to himself.

“idiot..”

sesshomaru:

your eyes open as you slowly wake yourself up to the sight of your shared bedroom, still tucked into the sheets with an arm draped over your waist.

an arm? you look over and awakening eyes soften at the familiar face as you analyze it. normally he’s already off patrolling before you can so much as bat an eye, but he’s still here. he’s still here.

isn’t this a nice surprise; you can’t help the slight smile that paints your face as you let yourself nestle back into his hold like usual. the movement causes him to stir and hold you tighter, sharp eyes opening shortly after.

“good morning,” he murmurs, his voice deep and still so easy to hear. you tuck your head into his neck. “good morning. i didn’t think you’d still be here.”

he hums at your words. “this sesshomaru chose to spend a night with you. i’ll be attempting to do so more frequently, i feel you deserve more.”

you smile softly and press yourself further into him, taking in the warmth of his body against yours. “thank you,” you mumble, shifting to meet his eyes. “how did i get so lucky?”

he doesn’t smile but there’s a gentleness in his eyes that’s reserved for you to see. “i could ask you the same,” he says, his words calm and genuine.

you let your eyes shut again as you move in closer, your forehead lightly leaned against his. “i love you, sesshomaru,” you declare quietly, your nose just barely nuzzled against his.

he doesn’t respond immediately but after a moment, his hand softly tilts up your head to meet his lips with yours. the kiss is chaste and careful, and it says everything he struggles to say.

his words are quieter but still firm after he breaks away, and you know he feels the same just by the way he’s looking at you.

“i hold you in high regard as well, y/n.”

[kstewdeux]

@inukag-week | InuKag Week 2024 - Personal Space | Also on Ao3

Panic began to rise within him. His chest tightened, and he struggled to find a way out of the throng of villagers with their mudslide of praise for having defeated the weak ass demon who’d been hurting their harvest. Something about fears over winter, starvation, disease and god only knew what else because his own thoughts had turned to static. Dozens of voices melting together into a noxious soup that drowned out all else. A veritable ocean of bodies clawing at him, rushing him, attempting to pull him under and drown him.

‘Can’t hurt them. Can’t hurt them.’

Inuyasha could feel his palms sweating while his mind raced to come up with a plan of escape. But every direction he looked, there were only more people. Tightly packed together, packed against him, and all moving as one. Snapping pearly whites far, far too close to his hands, his arms, his face.

‘Can’t hurt them. Can’t-‘

The putrid stench of sweat and the sound of shouting were overwhelming. He couldn't think clearly, couldn't find a way to break free. All he could focus on was the need to find space, to breathe freely again but-

‘Can’t-‘

Someone grabbed his wrist, tugging him sideways with all their might, managing to make him stumble and in a blind panic, he roughly pushed them away with a hard thrust of palm.

Blood.

Panting heavily, dilated amber eyes darted over the waves of people in the overly crowded street to try and find the source but his vision blurred instead and a high pitching ring had his head swimming. He found himself mindlessly trying to back away only to be rudely reminded he was surrounded. More hands. More voices. More more more-

And then, without realizing he’d moved at all, he was inside a dark hut. A door slid shut behind him as he trembled out of control and tried to regain his bearings. He collapsed onto his knees instead and it was then, only then, as he stared down at his bloodied palm, that he realized…

“Kagome,” he breathed as he scrambled to his feet to go fix the damage he’d apparently caused at some point only to nearly trip over the girl herself who apparently was sitting next to him with two pieces of cloth stuck in her nostrils.

“No.”

“I’m fine. It’s not even broken,” she soothed as he dropped into a crouch and frantically tried to inspect the damage, "I just...fell. That's all. Not your fault."

That was a lie, he was sure it was, but Inuyasha couldn't even remember how to form words much less get into a fight about that right now. He wasn't even sure if he could stand again. He-

A furtive glance towards the door confirmed the rest of their friends, save one, were here. Sango was blocking the door and outside was the mob and if-

“Miroku is outside trying to calm the crowds down,” Sango replied to the unspoken question with an exasperated sigh, “I’ve never seen a village get this worked up. You would’ve thought we handed them a lifetime supply of rice. Gold. Riches. Something.”

“The relief must’ve made them crazy,” Shippo offered shakily. Kagome started trying to catch Inuyasha’s panicked gaze.

“Just focus on me,” she hummed sadly as Inuyasha continued to twitch out of control – his head whipping occasionally to the entryway like he half-expected the mob to break in here and swarm him again. A warm hand cautiously reached out before gently taking the shell of his ear between two fingers and lightly massaging the downy flesh. Oxygen flooded the room and Inuyasha's eyes fluttered closed. 

"There we go. Just focus on me," Kagome's warm voice soothed as her other hand reached up to give the neglected ear the same treatment, "There we go. Just breathe."

The room began to spin and with a miserable groan, Inuyasha spread out on the ground so he didn't just careen there. Kagome applied slightly more pressure and the tension started to melt out of his locked up muscles.

"There we go. Just focus on me," she repeated. His head was gently lifted and deposited into a warm lap. Fingers carded through his hair.

"Just focus on me."

[sunlightandsuffering]

Is Mikasa going to tell their moms the part where she was awake at 2 am anxiously looking at her phone, praying that the asshole would text her for a booty call?🤣🤣

SORT OF !! LOL!! this one is just plain chaos tbh

Why does she always find herself in the same situation, it’s a question she asks regularly.

Because even at home in the comfort of her own room, she can’t escape him, can hear him playing irritatingly loud music as he drives down the street, her universal signal that he’s home now. 

And it just so happens to coincide with the fact that she’s horny as hell and hoping for a booty call. 

But when it’s been ten minutes and she still doesn’t receive a text, Mikasa allows herself one of her rare guilty pleasures, the thing she’d rather die than admit to even herself. She looks around her room, and after deeming it safe, she taps the ‘photo’ app on her phone, heart accelerating in her chest, pulsing with adrenaline. 

At first, her dedicated iPhone photo album seems innocent, spattered with silly photos of her and Sasha, pictures of her work schedule that she should really delete, homework she’d sent to Eren, a few selfies she’d taken for Instagram. And then, as her thumb hovers over the ‘albums’ section, things take a turn for the worst, more so as she clicks an album entitled ‘anime crushes’. 

And as she scrolls, and scrolls, past poorly doctored photos of Itachi Uchiha, and worse yet, Inuyasha she finally finds him…

Eren Yeager, her neighbour, and the very colourful array of nudes that he’s sent her (and she has sent back, but she’d rather die than admit that). 

And she clicks on one that always gets her just a little too hot, always pushes her right over the edge, that smirk, that dark glint in his eyes, the way he looks at her right before he sinks in, fucks her silly, hungry for it. Already her hand is slipping down to her panties and she’s imagining all the ways in which he can– Her door opens and Mikasa screams, her phone going flying and one can only imagine the absolute terror that overtakes her as Mikasa comes face to face with none other than her mother. 

“Darling, are you okay? You look flushed,” Her mother asks in concern, coming over to place a hand over her daughter’s forehead, checking for a fever. “Mother!” Mikasa hisses, “I’m not,” She shoves her hand away, “I’m fine I was just–” “What? Where is your phone, what were you doing?” So fucking nosy, she curses her mother’s inability to let things go. “I was reading a scary story.” Lies!

“Well you better not have broken it young lady, that cost your father good money, now where is it?” 

Mikasa scrambles to find where she’d thrown the phone, waving her mother off, “It’s fine, I’ll get it, what did you want anyway?” Her mother makes a tsk-ing noise, “I was coming to ask if you want me to put your laundry in the dryer, don’t take that tone with me young lady you live under my roof–” “Yes mom, I was just umm busy, it’s fine, that would be great I appreciate you, if you could please just,” Mikas gestures towards the door as she continues to rummage around her comforter, looking for the damned device. Her mother gives her a stern look before reluctantly stepping towards the door, and it’s then that they both spot it, her Iphone sitting innocently in the middle of the carpet having flown much farther than Mikasa could have ever anticipated, swathed in a pile of panties Mikasa has yet to put away. 

But even from far away, the image on the screen is obvious, in high definition, full resolution colour and also, because Eren’s dick is simply that big, of course it can be seen by even her infamously blind mother. 

It’s quiet for a moment, a pregnant pause as her mother examines the very impressive erect penis on her daughter’s phone screen. 

“Mikasa,” Her mother takes a deep breath, reaching down to grab the device, a somewhat exhausted lilt to her voice, “Darling whose penis is that?” “No one’s, Mom GO AWAY!” Mikasa makes to grab the phone away, but at that exact moment, the menace himself chooses to text her, the booty call she’d been waiting for, his name written in all caps next to a skull emoji and another much more incriminating emoji…

EREN 💀🍆 10:00 PM

Wyd ? 👅

“Huh,” Her mom releases a little huff, “I see the Yeager boy is good for more than just mowing the lawn.”

Mikasa wants to scream.

[justafewsmallsteps]

Inuyasha rare pair of your choice:: 29. A kiss ..."as a promise"

There were many things Kikyou was forced to lock away during her life; so many feelings she had to bury deep within herself in order to fulfill her duty as the Keeper of the Shikon no Tama. There was no room for self-doubt or sorrow just as there was no allowance for real happiness or whimsy. 

Purity. It was her prison in life. 

But she was no longer alive. 

Walking the earth as a phantom, her partial soul confined to a clay body, Kikyou was no longer shackled to the expectations that had once weighed her down. In her death had been release. 

Freedom. 

All the freedom in the world to do as she pleased, act as she pleased, feel as she pleased. 

For the first time in her existence, she could experience the fullness of life as it had been denied to her before. But to live a normal life was as unattainable a wish as holding an ocean. All she could do now was throw herself into the waters, allow herself to bask in it without fear of drowning. (She was already dead, after all.) 

She was as much unbound to her duty as she was to the rest of society. 

Free to hate. 

Free to love.

Even her idea of love used to be confined to what was allowed. What was appropriate. A husband and children and domestic subservience. Those were society’s standards for a woman. A part of her stilled mourned the loss, but a greater part felt a great triumph to escape it. Now, Kikyou no longer cared for their rules or ethics, for their acceptance or respect. How fickle and selfish were their desires and affections. 

But she could be fickle and selfish too now. She abandoned propriety. She captured what life she could to sustain herself, threw herself into a revenge-fueled quest for justice, beckoned the half-demon to whom she almost gave her heart and left him without explanation. She didn’t need him as a lover anymore. She didn’t need any man. 

And so when it wasn’t a man who piqued her interest, Kikyou no longer buried the feeling, nor did she feel any shame. It wasn’t even difficult for her to wonder why the Wind Sorceress was so captivating to her. After all, she had an affinity for those who craved freedom as she did. A demon. An incarnation of her murderer. Being a woman was laughably inconsequential in comparison. 

And because Kikyou was free to do as she wished, she let herself lean into her curiosity without trepidation. 

For her part, Kagura had the power to animate the dead, but she had absolutely no control over the resurrected miko. Kikyou was an entirely different existence, and one that Kagura approached with caution. While Kikyou always made quick work of Naraku’s wasps, she allowed the Kagura to survey her without care. Why? 

It wasn’t out of fear. If she truly wanted to, the priestess was more than capable enough to overpower the demoness. All it would take was an arrow or two, at least to send her away. But she was able to get near enough, closer and closer until the sorceress practically sat in her shadow. 

(It was oddly reminiscent of another time and another love; a whole lifetime ago.) 

The conversations came with time. Two even-headed women with winter etched into their veins. It turned out they had more in common than they’d expected. A dislike of crowds, a low tolerance for foolishness, and a vice-like grip on their desire to be free. So it came as no surprise that their mutual attraction was largely fueled by an innate, burning streak of rebellion—a delicious defiance against the half-demon that threatened Kagura’s heart and desired Kikyou’s. 

Kikyou could give her affection and time to anyone she chose, and she chose what he saw as his servant. Not him. Never him. 

Their companionship was a secret. Hidden behind barriers and nightfall, Kikyou let herself give in to her own desires. Light grazes eventually had them wrapped up together, and it was under a moonless night that Kikyou stole the first kiss. 

It felt as scandalous as it did liberating—another part of herself that she’d stamped out awoke; rose from amongst the ashes she was formed by. And Kikyou laughed in the wake of its discovery. Oh, how she’d been so blind. All those days staring at the beautiful girls who got to dress up, and she had desperately believed that she wanted to be them. And certainly that was part of it, but it hadn’t been the full story, had it? So she kissed the Wind Sorceress again, and again, and when she felt Kagura relent and respond, it was a triumph. The fire of rebellion gave way to a different sort of heat—the spark of elation, the warmth of fondness—and they both ended up smiling. 

But their circumstances weren’t lost on either woman. 

“What does this mean for us?” Kagura asked, a hand on Kikyou’s hip. 

“Does it have to mean anything in particular?” 

The demoness smirked. “No.” Did she want it to? It was difficult to say. “But I will have to leave in the morning.” 

“What will you tell him?” 

“That I need to keep an eye on you more,” she replied deviously. “That I have no idea what you’re thinking or planning.” 

Another kiss. They were smart women, knowing how to manipulate and keep their secrets close. 

“So you’ll be back.” Kikyou said. A request more than a statement or question. 

“If he permits it,” she grated. It was the best she could do. Kagura was a caged bird, as Kikyou had once been. Even off to roam, she must return back to her keeper.

Gently, Kikyou traced Kagura’s cheek, studying the firestorm of resentment and defiance in her red eyes, so different from her own and yet like a mirror of their hearts. The priestess found herself drawn in by the color, eventually coming to hover over rouged lips. “I’ll destroy him,” she promised with quiet certainty. 

The romanticism of it pulled the sorceress in. In a hot breath she murmured, “I’ll let you,” before closing the gap between them. 

[dawnrider]

OTP Prompt Challenge request:

9. Morning Routine: InuKag

(I’d love to read some fluffy, domestic married Inukag morning routine bliss, but please write if/ as you feel so inspired ❤️)

Hello @xanthippe-writes ! Thanks for the prompt from this list.

This felt like it fit into my Bushel and a Peck universe so have some domestic morning routine. While not blissful, per se, it's fluffy and happy. And hopefully a bit real...

Fancy Cheese and Size Threes

“Don’t forget to grab diapers,” Kagome called from Sara’s room, the sounds of an angry baby not wanting their diaper changed following her words.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes in the mirror as his toothbrush hung out of the side of his mouth. He was trying to simultaneously wrangle curls into pigtails – Izzy’s current style of choice – and brush his own teeth while not dribbling on his shirt. “There,” he declared with a sigh, tugging on each one to pull them tight. “Go get your bag and your sweater.” Grasping the handle of his toothbrush, he got back to brushing.

“But I’m not cooooold,” Izayoi whined. Inuyasha paused in his brushing and gave his daughter a sharp look in the reflection of the mirror. She pouted, then turned on her heel to do as asked. He heard his wife cooing to Sara in order to distract her while trying to dress her. She’d hit the stage where she hated being changed in any capacity and tried to escape the changing table while you fought leggings onto her chunky little legs. “Daddy! I can’t find my sweater!”

“Nice try, pup. It’s on the chair,” he called back, spitting out the last of his toothpaste.

“Oh.”

“Uh huh.” He stepped out of the bathroom just in time to be handed an armful of squirming baby. “Well good morning to you too,” he muttered, dropping a kiss on top of her head. She squealed angrily at being restrained, little arms flailing.

“Here,” Kagome murmured. Her fingers swiped something from his face, then grabbed a towel just inside the door. “Toothpaste,” she clarified with a grin when he gave her a confused look. He sighed dramatically, then chuckled when she went up on her toes to place a kiss on his cheek. “Diapers.”

“I heard you the first time.” Inuyasha adjusted Sara in his hold to keep her from climbing over his shoulder. “She still in a size three?” Kagome nodded as she pulled socks from the top drawer and tried to balance on one foot to put each of them on before giving up and plopping onto the floor. “Anything else we need? The C word?” he whispered the last, glancing toward the doorway. Izayoi was in her room, presumably struggling her way into her sweater based on the sounds she was making.

Kagome grinned wryly. “Probably not a bad idea. Just don’t get the soft kind. She doesn’t like those anymore.” He nodded. No string cheese, only the sticks. Got it. “Can you grab a bottle of wine too?” He knew if he asked her what kind she would say anything was fine, but he would end up grabbing two and hope one of them was serviceable.

“I’ll even get us some of the fancy stuff and the you-know-whats you like.”

Kagome’s eyes glowed. “Can we watch that movie I’ve had saved for later?” Inuyasha pretended to hate the idea, but nodded anyway, a sly smile lifting his lips. Fancy cheese and cracker night was a long-standing tradition. Especially now with both girls, they rarely got the chance to get out for an actual date night, so an old romance adventure movie on the couch with “fancy” grocery store cheese and crackers was about as much of a date night as they could reasonably expect.

“Am I gonna be late, Daddy?” Izayoi called from her room. She had only minimal understanding of the clock, but knew that time was a factor in their day. Inuyasha glanced at his watch and swore under his breath. “That’s a bad word!” Izayoi scolded, sounding scandalized.

“Yea, yea. Just don’t repeat it. Bye. I love you,” he murmured, kissing Sara’s squishy cheek and handing her to Kagome. “You too.”

Kagome grinned as he pressed a kiss to her lips, snatching his collar for a moment to keep him there. “Love you. Fancy date night.”

“And diapers. I know.” He grinned, kissing her one last time, then went to scoop up the four year old. Despite her protests, she’d put on her sweater and had her little backpack strapped on her back, the clip done in front. “You’re gonna have to take that off in the car, you know.”

“I know. I don’t wanna lose it!”

“Kid, that would be some kinda skill to lose your bag between here and the car,” he said with a chuckle. Despite his teasing, he wouldn’t put it past her to set it down somewhere and get distracted. He asked her about what she planned to do at preschool today and she told him elaborately the picture she planned to color and the tower she wanted to build in the block corner because Joey – another hanyou child she seemed to have a love-rivalry relationship with – had knocked over her last one before it was finished.

As he was backing down the driveway, he looked up and spotted Kagome holding Sara, chubby baby hands banging on the window glass and a face that told him she was squealing with laughter.

“Wave bye to your sister.”

“Bye Baby! Bye Mama,” Izayoi called as she waved back. Inuyasha grinned and gave a little wave too, making Sara screech and smack the glass again. Kagome was barely holding in laughter and she wiggled her fingers to say goodbye as well. “Daddy?”

“Yea, pup.”

“When I’m bigger, can I eat fancy cheese too?”

Inuyasha nearly choked, then smothered a laugh so he could look at her seriously in the rearview. “Sure, pup. You can eat fancy cheese when you get older.”

“Good. I wanna know what’s so great about it. You and Mama never share.”

“Trust me, Iz. When you get older, you’ll understand.”

“You alllllways say that.”

“Yup. And it’s pretty much always true.” He shook his head and smiled, seeing the slight pout on her face. “Guess what.” Her ears perked up, her pigtails quivering behind them. “We have to stop at the store on the way home from school later. You want to pick out a treat for you and Sara?”

Her eyes got huge and her mouth dropped open. “Really?!” He nodded. She squealed in excitement, then stopped almost immediately as both their ears flattened at the noise. “Sorry, Daddy.” Inuyasha only reached back behind his seat and patted her leg. She still had a lot to learn about being hanyou, but she was learning, and he couldn’t be more proud.

[legofanguy1999]

Inukag week the dog demon wife

A Inuyasha AU fanfiction that is a entry for @inukag-week event Inukag week 2024 day 6 sacrifice.

Kagome Higurashi get ready for the ritual as her village has choose her to the sacrifice to the local dog demon guardian Inuyasha, so that he would protect the village and not attack them when he get tired. Kagome's kimono is in the color of white and green, as the white means her virginity and the green means nature. Kagome's grandfather, the head of the village, come inside the room and said to his granddaughter with a sad look, "Kagome, it's time. He is waiting." Kagome said as she look at herself in the mirror, "Yes, grandfather. I will not let my husband waiting."

A group of men gathered at the edge of the village and near the woods as a white hair young man with yellow eyes and dog ears on the top of his head and wearing a red robe stand before them, for this man is Inuyasha. Soon, Kagome and her grandfather come forward and Kagome walk to Inuyasha, seeing that he is unnatural handsome for a demon, and Inuyasha said to Kagome, "So, you are my new wife." and show a red ribbon as he said, "You understand that I don't want you to tell anyone where I would be if you managed to escape." Kagome nod as Inuyasha put the red ribbon over her eyes and pick her up, before jumping deep into the woods.

Inuyasha soon arrived at the other side of the woods and, looking around, he drop Kagome off and remove her red ribbon, telling the woman, "Alright. You can go now. I'm tired of you already. Don't come back to the woods or your old village." and was about to leave when Kagome grab him and demand from him, "What is this? Why are you helping me? Are you truly a monster, Inuyasha? I hear rumors that you kill the woman whose raise you." and Inuyasha shout, "My mother raise me to be a good hanyo." before he pause when he realized he give himself away. Kagome was surprised at hearing this and said, "So, you are really a hanyo." and Inuyasha start to explains, "Yeah. When I come to your village, the folks think that I was some kind of inugami like my father and I choose to go with it as the people worship me instead of fearing me. However, the elder start affording women that wouldn't married their sons to me, and I have to accepted them as a sacrifice while letting them go their own way." Kagome said to Inuyasha, "So, you are a good person, Inuyasha." and he was about to leave until Kagome ask, "Did you have anyone to live with you?" and Inuyasha reply, "N-No...." Kagome said to him, "Maybe you do need a wife, one whose will love you." and Inuyasha become shy about Kagome's offer.

A few years later, Inuyasha stop demanding wives while there is rumor of a medicine woman whose live in a nut inside Inuyasha woods, helping any friendly travelers and taking care of her dog ear daughter.

[noahideahwrites]

About the alpha — Multifandom

Notes: This is in no way, shape, or form how you have to imagine their meetings or who they are in my writings, I always try to keep these vague, but in case you want to know how I think their story and meeting with the omegas would go.

I will do Inuyasha's characters separately, cause I think of so many ways they could meet each other, and that's to all of the characters.

Warnings: might have grammar errors, heavy spoilers on HTTYD, and mild on Voltron (principally Shiro's and Lotor's)

Now I must explain this first, when I make a Character x Reader I don't normally include the other characters having an Alpha(Reader), so if in certain scenarios where they would be the "same person" just think of two different universes.

I'm also aware that some of these might change significantly or completely the plotline of their anime/series.

» Voltron:

For Keith and Lance, I imagine the alpha being an Altean who was with Coran and Allura, more specifically Allura's older brother (by a maximum of 5 years).

For Hunk the alpha is another race of aliens, I cannot choose between Galra and Olkari, so maybe a hybrid of both. I just know I would love for his alpha to be a Blade of Marmora member.

For Shiro is a lot more simple, they would be a human, either part of the Atlas crew or a civilian he met after the war. If he met them before the Cerberus mission (like Adam), I do think Alpha would also go to the mission.

Now for Lotor is more complicated, I would love for him to have a childhood friend with who he fell in love in the future, but for that to happen they would have to be Galra and I don't know if he would fall in love with a Galra considering what he said about them on his close to last moments. So he might fall in love before his hatred started, that's the only way this could ever work.

» Stardew Valley:

Obviously, for both Sam and Sebastian, the alpha would be the new farmer, but I think the way they would meet is different.

While Sam has seen the farmer around town and pretty early on have talked to them and become friends, that's a little more difficult for Sebastian, who spends most of his days inside his room.

So the farmer will have heard of him by Sam and Robin, maybe even Abigail and Maru, but has never seen him. The first time they see each other is on a rainy day when Sebastian decides to go to the beach.

» How To Train Your Dragon:

Hiccup and Snotlout would only date someone who's from Berk, preferably a fellow Dragon Rider. For Dagur we have two ways, either alpha was a dragon hunter and redeem themselves with Dagur, or they're a Defender of the Wing member who worked close to the Dragon Riders on some missions (I love Dagur and Mala as a couple, even though it was kind of rushed).

For Viggo, he would only date a Dragon Hunter, but they would've only become one because of him, they wouldn't feel pleasure in killing or slaving dragons. When he went to hide after falling into the volcano, he would have made his alpha hide with him, and on his redeem, they both would die.

» Boku no Hero:

For all three of them (Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima), their alpha is in the hero support class and they're the ones responsible for their omega's hero suit. Or they're at a maximum a civilian, I cannot see them dating another hero, I don't know why.

» Nanbaka:

These are quite simple also, for Musashi and Liang alpha would have to be an inmate, but not for a serious crime like murder, maybe they're in for robbery (for survival) or for escaping arrest/prison.

For Hajime, they would either be a civilian who visits him from time to time, or another guard as long as their relationship doesn't affect their work.

Enki depends on the time, if they met when he was a guard then they would have to be a guard, but if they met when he became an inmate, then they would also have to be an inmate.

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For the writers truth and dare ask game😊

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Liz HELLO! Thank you so so much for the ask!

Let's see...

🎱: I try not to follow Ao3 stats too much, but I'll give you the one I'm most proud of

Word count: 3,271,798

With a goal to get to 4 million by the end of 2024!! We'll see if I can get there 💖

🏜️: my favorite type of comment: any comment that likes my work is my favorite! 😅 it's always nice to know someone is reading and appreciating

🪐: Three good things in my life right now... It's almost spring break 🫠 my kiddo got a good part in a play, and...the Haikyuu movie is doing amazingly well (although I wish I could fly to Japan to see it!)

🍄: Headcanons:

InuKag: Inuyasha loves to watch Kagome when he thinks she's not looking, but she totally knows he's watching her. She just...lets him think he's being sneaky 😅

BKDK: After the war, Katsuki and Izuku are basically inseparable. They try to sleep apart in their dorms, but one of them always shows up at the other's door at like 2am because nightmares are keeping them awake. Aizawa begrudgingly lets them share a dorm room because they're just impossible otherwise, and thus begins a new era where they're even more impossible, because they're attached to each other all of the time 😅

🪲: sooo I have a bunch of things I can't show yet, because they're for zines or events or other things, BUT I do have a little snippet of something I am working on for @takaobata that is part of our Inuyasha space AU that I am very happy to share! I've included it below the cut ⤵️

Thanks so much for the questions! These were fun to answer 💖

From the Writers Truth and Dare Ask Game

The flashing lights and high-pitched wails from the alarms fill Inuyasha’s eyes and ears as he races down the corridor. His half-demon hearing picks up on the voices of the enemy, infiltrating his ship from every corner, and he knows his time is short.

It’s not himself he worries for; he doesn’t care if he’s caught, if he lives, or if he dies.

But the precious item in his pocket…

He reaches the escape pod room and, frantically, punches in the code. The door shoots open, and he tears inside, stumbling to the nearest pod. He opens it and, with shaking hands, places the pouch he’s been carrying in his pocket all this time in the secret compartment only he and one other person in the galaxy know exists. 

He doesn’t necessarily believe in the gods and all that nonsense, but he says a quick prayer anyway. 

The coordinates he enters into the pod’s computer are ones he hopes are still accurate. Because if not…

He steps away; the door to the pod seals, and within seconds, it jettisons down the launch chute to be shot off into space. 

This better work, he thinks desperately. It’s our only hope.

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24 Poll Hour Challenge Results!

You came, you voted, and now, the sentences for each fic! The results definitely surprised me, but hopefully this lives up to the hype! (I def just started writing and didn't count sooooo your votes counted!)

Here we go, in order from lowest to highest vote count!

Spoilers beneath the cut

Bad Blood

“Ah fuck, you two are banging again, aren’t you?”

Inuyasha was about to kill his only other friend in the world. He needed to remind himself how stupid his friend was–and–

“Oof,” Miroku groaned, as he smacked himself into Kagome’s barrier. Ha. Inuyasha almost hoped Miroku broke his nose. “Whyyyyy—”

“Because you annoy me,” Kagome said, sipping her tea as she read the paper on Inuyasha’s bed in his long tee-shirt.

Devil Devil

(Disclaimer: This is like 3 chapters ahead from my last post--sorry--I'll try to beta and read this week)

Brushing my teeth with the extra toiletries the hotel provided helped with the lingering headache and stomachache. We had gotten at least twelve hours of sleep from when we checked into the hotel room and laid down, minus the quick spat from my friend who was still convinced I had a death wish. The sleep had definitely helped my body and hopefully some food would be the final nail in the chiffon to whatever else seemed to be aching. 

"You sure about this?" Inuyasha asked from the door as I spit the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed my mouth out with water.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I turned towards him, wiping my mouth off the bubbly white lining.

"You goin' with. I can handle the two that are after your other friends."

"While I'm sure you can, I want to be there and while I know you're nervous since I'm kinda beat up, we both know you're better with me nearer than away." Inuyasha didn’t deny nor confirm my haughty statement, which meant I was right. 

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I hate all of this if anyone is asking for my opinion,” Shippo added.

“No one did,” Inuyasha growled.

I sighed. My head hurt. They were riding my last nerve. And I really just wanted a nap.

Head Above Water

The wedding went off without a hitch. Kikyo almost seemed happy to marry the stoic bastard, and Sesshomaru almost seemed relieved he was taking the figurative arrow in the chest. But ultimately, it didn’t matter; what did matter was how beautiful Kagome looked in his eyes… Sango had really done her job. She was wearing an aquamarine dress, one that made her eyes sparkle, and make-up that didn't hide her natural beauty, nor made her look like she belonged totally.

Kagome was born to stand out– she was a fucking mermaid! 

After the wedding, his father and mother blocked him from making any advances like he wanted to and Kagome was whisked away. While it pissed Inuyasha off to no end, he imagined it was to protect her from Kikyo’s family wrath. 

Kikyo and Sesshomaru immediately went to forge the bond (something the humans were uncomfortable with knowing) but moved the great hall for the food and to await to marking celebration. Inuyasha, however, had other ideas.

Dog Demon War

Kagome found it odd being home. She wanted so badly to try and use the well–try to desperately get back to her Inuyasha–her friends–her family–

But there was a tremendous fear of even trying to time travel after that experience.

Her friends have been killed.

Her friends died before her very eyes.

She had died.

Their child had been killed within her womb.

Her hands trembled as she brought them to cover her face, trying to block out all the memories of the alternate timeline, trying to escape into the peacefulness of the wind blowing gently as she sat on the stone bench beneath the sacred tree. The smell of green tea enter her nose and startled her, making her whip her head up and see the violet eyes of her future daughter.

“Here you go, Mama,” Izayoi said sweetly, handing her the cup before sitting down next to her.

The gentle draping of a blanket over her shoulders made her almost jump until Izayoi rested her hand on her shoulder. Two golden orbs appeared in front of her, blinking, making her giggle from the curiosity. 

“Moroha, hi,” Kagome greeted.

Shelter

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

How was Naraku alive? How was he in their hut? How was that damn puppet surrounding them with his vines?

His evil laugh was menacing and shook him through his human body. Inuyasha had only one thing on his mind, even though his mind screamed to run and get away: protect Kagome.

Love Again

“So aside from animal cruelty, why don’t you eat meat?” Inuyasha asked as he bit into his hamburger.

“Personal choice, I guess. I never loved it–not really. Then I guess when I was out on my own I just made the decision to cut it out. If I was cooking for me or ordering for me, why did I have to have something I didn’t need or really want?”

“So, you can make decisions then.”

“Look here,” Kagome scoffed, narrowing her eyes to see the smirk in Inuyasha’s, glowing and making her heart do backflips and nearly come up her throat.

It sucked that she was…stuck. In her current predicament. Her shoulder hurt. She was constantly on too strong pain-killers. But she was pretty sure one good rub of the fabric between her legs would make her orgasm. Kagome wanted Inuyasha.

It had been a long time. A long time. She hadn’t lied or exaggerated about that. But she was just tired of dating–tired of screwing random people–an itch was better satisfied using a vibrator or her fingers than a stranger who clearly had no idea how to use his fingers. 

But Inuyasha was too–protective. Genuine. Kind. Kagome was still pretty certain he was in denial and wanted to wait for things to evolve more after her shoulder was healed. But that didn’t kill her lady-boner.

Holding out for a Hero

They didn’t emerge from their room for a couple of days. Sango had taken to making sure they were getting meals, knocking the door and calling to them before disappearing. Kagome could only surmise that it was instinct pulling to bond over and over. She blushed, thinking it didn’t help how amazing it felt for him to make her release over and over, as well. She heard a chuckle, the slight exhale causing her ear to flicker (something she was still getting used to day in and day out), and turned her head to see him smiling down at her. He kissed her shoulder and heart fluttered in response.

They were married. 

They were officially bonded. 

“We probably need to show our faces, lord husband,” she purred (literally) and blushed at the sound coming from her chest. Again, she still wasn’t quite used to the changes within and around her body.

Inuyasha chuckled again and nuzzled his face against her back, “They woulda came knockin’ if things were fallin’ apart.”

“Inuyasha—”

“This is our room. This is our space. What if it’s different out there?”

His vulnerability surprised her. Turning in his arms so that she was cradled by him instead of being spooned, she brought her hands to his face and carefully traced his cheekbones in comfort before going straight to his ears. “Nothing is different here than out there. I am wedded to you–body and soul. Let us show them–show everyone how I have dedicated myself to you. Also, I think we need to let others know that we will not be taking over this region, do you not agree?”

willow

(disclaimer--again, like 3 chapters ahead from my last post--another one I'm slowly getting through)

Kagome sighed and pouted a bit and he realized he was being a jackass. “Sorry, ‘Gome. I—I guess I just feel bad that you’re stuck there and you’re stressed out. It wasn’t supposed to be like this when you came. I–I let you down.”

“How did you do that?? You didn’t create the pandemic or this virus. This is just a tough spot,” Kagome tried to soothe. “I’m just being a baby and sensitive.”

“Keh. You have every right to be when you’re there with Emily.”

“Inuyasha, be nice. You know that she isn’t my main stressor. It’s been alright–just you know–a little weird since you’ve been gone for so long.”

“She still being fair?” Inuyasha asked, ears perked up and ready to jump through the screen if he had to in order to protect Kagome. Emily wasn’t mean or ill-spirited but he also wasn’t sure exactly what to expect from her either with him gone.

“Of course. She is still very grateful for the room and board.”

“Any word on her moving out?”

“No. None. But uh–about that–”

“What,” Inuyasha growled in annoyance.

Kagome scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I haven’t really pushed the idea on her just with everything going on.”

“Amazon packages still arriving?” Inuyasha questioned flatly and Kagome pursed her lips and nodded in response along with naming a couple of other different ones that had made their way to their doormat. “Yeah, she does that.”

“I just, uhm–I don’t know if it’s my place to say anything about it?”

“I guess if we want her out–”

“It’s fine for now!” Kagome cut him off, frantically, a forced smile on her face and turned away from the monitor. “Hey Em! Dinner??” 

Kagome, still protecting people who didn’t deserve it. Typical. At least she was acting like her normal self. “Whatever. We don’t gotta talk about that. But go ahead and get food, I need to get myself something too.”

“Oh! By the way, did Miroku text you?” Kagome asked, turning back to him.

Inuyasha raised his eyebrow and looked down at his phone and realied that yes, the idiot had messaged him and he’d just ignored it. Talking to Kagome and playing Candy Crush just happened to be more important. He opened the text and it said ‘Game night?’ “I guess he means a virtual game night?”

“Yeah, Sango got an app for school to help everyone relax a little bit to get up and stretch so she has tons of online games we can play together.”

“Sure, why not. Not like you can throw the coffee-table when you get mad for losing and this time, you can’t accuse no one of cheatin;.”

“Don’t act like you know me,” Kagome said, sticking her tongue out. That’s the Kagome he knew.

~~~~

Day 10

thanks everyone! hope you all know how much i appreciate everyone's support over the past couple of months with everything going on my with mom! i hope this also keeps your hope alive that i have not stopped writing nor do i plan to! just slowly chippin away!

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Inextricably Knotted (an Inukag + Jane Eyre AU) [Chapter 6]

Summary: Kagome Higurashi was orphaned as a baby and raised by her cruel aunt until the age of ten, after which she went to school and learned the art of service and self-suppression. Now eighteen, Kagome takes a job as the governess of Shippo, the young ward of the great and mysterious Lord Inuyasha Taisho.

But as Kagome gets to know her bemusing master, a ghost seems to haunt his estate, hinting that there is a long-lost secret hiding on the third floor.

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tag list: @heynikkiyousofine @xanthippe-writes

Chapter 6: Goodnight

Despite the intense interruption of Kagome’s rest, she found herself full of energy the next morning. The sun had barely crested when she woke Shippo for their breakfast and first lessons. 

Mr. Taisho proved aloof as ever that morning, to her surprise. Not even the servants did as much as utter his name—though Kagome did hear whisperings of changing charred bedsheets, which did much to soothe her concerns that she had merely dreamed up last night’s incident.

Indeed, Kagome and Shippo operated without interruption throughout the day. Unable to shake a pesky state of passive distraction, Kagome even ended their lessons early, a good hour before dinner time. She felt the relief of her quarters’ isolation. The day had been overcast, raining off and on, which truthfully did sabotage her original lesson plans. 

But alone in her room, Kagome felt her stomach curl and uncurl in self-directed concern. She was aware enough to know that she still worried for her master’s well-being. He’d refused to answer her pointedly regarding what had been done about the attempted murderer. The flames that had engulfed his curtains couldn’t compare to the flames in his eyes when he’d reprimanded her curiosity. 

She stepped to the corner table, where her sporadic painting from the previous day rested dry. Had she truly painted that ? Looking at it now in the thick light of dusk  rather than candlelight revealed to her the strangeness of it all. She could not remember ever painting something so rashly. The sketched outline laid beside the final product, and she could hardly tell they were siblings; the first was all scratched line and shade, a half-conscious and impatient rendering of a living thought, bursting to escape. The final was the least naturalistic thing she’d ever created. All was gold, orange, yellow, and red, though the scene was certainly not meant to happen at sunset or sunrise. The setting was a blurred train cab, hardly recognizable as a vehicle, windows and doors all open and sucking out invisible air. Shippo was a bundle of blankets, the only cool-toned thing on the page. And Inuyasha, her master, was the most mysterious of all. She did not remember deciding to conceal his face—but his hair whipped to hide half of it, and his clawed hand, which fought to buffer the wind, covered the other side entirely apart from a single scowling eye that glared firmly through fingers. More than a painting, it looked like a fading photograph that fought and failed to capture a moment not meant for history’s eyes.

Rolling up the parchment carefully, Kagome tucked it away in her bottom drawer to rest with her other finished pieces. Most resided neatly in her leather-bound portfolio; however, there were some that she did not feel belonged among the rest. The portfolio was for the pieces of which she felt most proud—but other pieces, she knew, no one else could ever understand. These were rolled and sealed with ribbon, like holy scrolls whose only worthy opener lived beyond the skies.

When the time to sup came, Kagome fetched Shippo and arrived at the dining room. But it was empty—apart from Kaede. Kagome did not have the courage to express to the old maid her curiosity, or admit to herself her disappointment.

She sipped her tea wordlessly, unlistening to Shippo’s periodic prattles. 

Kaede assessed her: “Are you alright, dear? You’ve hardly eaten anything.”

Kagome locked eyes with the woman, her next breath half lost. “Yes,” she cleared her throat. “Yes, I am fine. I’ve simply felt under the weather today.”

“I see. I hope nothing has circulated in the house, what with the master journeying these next few days.”

Kagome blinked. “Journeying? Mr. Taisho is away?”

“Aye, he left before dawn this morning. He’s heading to the house of Lady Yura and her family.”

“Lady Yura?”

“Mmm,” Kaede confirmed, sipping her wine. “A beautiful young demoness of old acquaintance. I myself have wondered why he’s never made her an offer of marriage, what with her graceful sensibilities and their amiable friendship. But I suspect her lack of fortune is a large factor, as she is among the youngest of her sisters and has a modest dowry.”

“I see,” said Kagome, unblinking. “What is she like, Lady Yura?”

“She truly is the beauty of the country. She sings most lovely, too—when she was here last, about five years ago, they sang a lovely duet together at the pianoforte. As to her appearance, she is tall and dark featured, black hair and eyes like a crimson rose. Otherworldly, even for demonic standards. She seems to like our Lord much, too—despite his…” Kaede paused, struggling to find the appropriate words to describe their master. “Despite his circumstances,” she settled.

“His heritage,” Kagome clarified aloud to herself. She recalled the cruel words of Shippo’s mother in reference to her master, and she brought herself to smile at the notion that not everyone treated him poorly for his blood.

Kagome thought also of this mysterious woman in the parlor with Mr. Taisho—her dainty fingers trailing the keys as he leaned over her shoulder and sang along in her pointed ear. 

Five years ago. Five years ago, Kagome was thirteen, at the same weight she was at ten though a half foot taller, blisters on her fingers from knitting with crooked needles and knots matted in her hair from the lack of combs.

“Yes,” Kaede assented hesitantly. “Though she would outlive him by much, being a full demon, they would have many decades together to produce and rear children. And as a half demon, it would not be out of line for Lord Taisho to seek a fully demonic bride to rectify the impurity of his family’s only remaining line.”

Rectify the impurity.  

Kagome clenched her teeth. “For whose benefit would Mr. Taisho seek… resolidifying his family’s bloodline? Surely as the last living member of his family, he ought to decide based on what he wants for his life, not what his late father or brother would want for their legacy.”

Kaede offered her a small smile. “I understand your feelings, my dear. But I’m afraid they are too human in sentiment. In this age, legacy is all demons have.”

What of happiness? she was going to say, but her tongue grew heavy. She of all people understood that happiness was not the meaning or purpose of life, and its pursuit was often the very thing that guaranteed its absence. She herself did not humor grand hopes for her own future for that very reason; life had proven to her time and time again that anything good can be lost, and clinging to happiness—or wrenching it from fate’s hands—only produced more pain in the end. A humble life of submission to one’s own station and duty in history was, perhaps, the wisest choice. And if Lord Inuyasha Taisho wished to marry a good-natured demoness whose presence he genuinely enjoyed in order to prove his good will to his ancestors, then he had the right—admittedly the obligation—to do so.

Kagome forced down the strain in her throat with a hard, stubborn swallow, and she took a bite of her steamed vegetables. “How long till you suspect Mr. Taisho will return?”

Kaede placed a used napkin on her empty plate. “Oh, that man is impossible to predict. I wager it’ll be a few months at least until we see him again. He seldom stays here longer than a fortnight, typically; the length of his latest residence was puzzling, to be sure. But he often travels everywhere in one stream—after visiting with Lady Yura, he’ll likely go round the continent for a while and only return when the stewards inform him that business has piled up so much that he must return at least to sign some letters!” she said, ending with a chuckle.

“I see,” said Kagome, mouth dry. The carrot on her fork’s prong was left uneaten. 

The worst of winter’s bite had come and gone. The nights still froze the dirt, and it even snowed once more, but the days saw higher temperatures that prevented any ice from persisting long. Two weeks had passed since Mr. Taisho’s leave, and Kagome had done rather well in returning to what she now affirmed was the proper state of mind. He was a great lord of a great house, and her acquaintance with him was the result of nothing more than a coincidence of profession. She would do well to not think of him at all and, when unavoidable, perceive him only as her dutiful employer.

But at nights, when the sounds within and without the house kept sleep evasive, she felt the ghost of his hand on her cheek. She saw what she could only interpret as raw absorption when he clutched her hand and pulled her near, hinting that she had an additional option to not leave his room that night. 

To call him by his given name—that was his plea to her. But for what purpose? It clearly and inarguably meant nothing—and Kagome knew that his temporary attention to her was only the result of boredom and, even in his own words, the absence of anyone else who could properly conversate.

It was now a late January Sunday, and she allowed Shippo to go about his day as he wished. He begged to see the armory despite its chill and vacancy, and Kagome distracted herself by counting the cracks in the old ceiling boards while Shippo ogled the vintage helmets, blades, shields, and other Taisho heirlooms. Next, he wished to play cards in the sunroom—which Kagome found particularly amusing, as he did not know how to play a single game. She taught him a couple basic ones—solitaire and war proving the most successful. 

The sun shined, and though the temperature was chilly, the sunroom felt increasingly pleasant as the time passed noon. When Shippo’s stomach growled for lunch, she pried him from his pillowed spot on the lounge and set them toward the kitchen. 

On the way, Kagome noticed a couple of servants rushing along with their arms full of cloths and cleaning supplies. The closer she came to the kitchen, the more servants she saw bustling back and forth down the halls. Kaede intercepted them immediately upon entrance.

“Miss Higurashi—thank goodness. We’ve just received word that Lord Taisho will be returning in three days’ time.”

Kagome schooled her features, unsure whether what fought to form was a grimace or a smile. 

“I’ve so much to do to prepare for this unforeseen return. Would you be able too…?”

Before the woman finished, Kagome placed a warm hand on her arm. “I’d be happy to help any way I can. Let me get Shippo fed, and I’m at your disposal.”

Kaede seemed to melt in relief. She exhaled, “Thank you, my dear. It seems he is bringing Lady Yura and her family with him, as well as some others. Every bedroom on the second floor must be prepared for residence.”

“I see,” said Kagome tightly. 

Like a fitful storm, Kaede swept back to and fro to give demands and instructions to various poor souls. Kagome provided Shippo with a warm slice of bread with cheese, and she herself ate some pheasant roast.

Every cell in Kagome’s body felt aflame. Shippo even noticed her heated complexion and inquired whether she was ill, and in all honesty, Kagome wondered the same thing. The thought of seeing her master again stirred blood to her cheeks and neck, but the reminder that he would not arrive alone put ice in her veins a moment later. 

She would do just fine, she asserted. She would tamp down any persistent germs of feeling that defied reason and station, and she would work humbly in his house per usual while he dined and laughed with his distinguished friends. 

There would be no issue.

The promised third day arrived in a flash of chaos and food. So much food there was in the house now, more than she’d ever seen. She wondered if she’d be allowed a bite. 

Shippo pranced around the crowded parlor while the final preparations were made—his lessons having proven all but useless for the ample distractions—and clutched his little fingers on the windowsill to watch the road for their master’s impending appearance.

It was not long before he was shouting in excitement: “There! There he comes, on his horse!” 

Kagome’s heart stopped, and she coolly walked over to inspect through the glass with him. A distant form, but yes—there he was, in all his state, upon his black Clydesdale. But he was not alone. Another horse rode beside him, a brown Cleveland Bay, and a dainty feminine form was half-covered by a parasol. Kagome could not quite gather the woman’s features, but she watched Inuyasha flick his head toward her, his silver locks whipping about him, and his face broke into clear and playful laughter. He brought his horse closer to hers and seemed to say something privately to her—for there were two large carriages not far behind—and she stretched her gloved hand out to press against his shoulder in jest. 

Kagome rose from her place at the window. “Come, Shippo. We should grow scarce before they begin settling in.”

“Why?” he asked, pouting.

Kagome offered him a sad smile. “I suspect Mr. Taisho will wish for his guests to get comfortable before subjecting them to any introductions.” Though, Kagome thought, there was a high likelihood that he did not wish for any of his guests to ever meet the half-disdained ward from an unfaithful lover and his dreadful human governess. But she could not stomach telling him this truth.

This seemed to pacify Shippo, and she managed to lock herself in her room a full hour before guests would be hosted for supper. She could use an early night, she told herself; her job may amass additional complications with the presence of others in the house, and she would need the rest to adjust accordingly.

After reading for a couple of hours, Kagome set to remove her clothes and lay down—but before she could unfasten her first hairpin, there was a knock on her door. 

It was Kaede. Kagome glanced around the old woman and sighed in relief at the empty hallway. “Yes ma’am? Do you need help with something?”

“No,” started the old woman, a curious lilt in her voice. “But I’ve been told that little Shippo’s presence has been summoned to the parlor to join the party after they’ve finished dining.”

Dear me , thought Kagome, the boy will be insufferable tomorrow during lessons . “Surely Mr. Taisho doesn’t mean for me to come along. His nurse can take him just as well.”

“That’s what I said at first, too—but then the Lord insisted that it be you who brought him. He said that if you resisted, he’d come fetch you himself.”

Kagome gulped. “There’s no need for that. I’ll come.”

“The room will be empty when you first arrive, as they’re still finishing their dinner. If you’d like to avoid particular attention, I recommend finding a quiet corner for you and the boy to occupy, and bring a book or some crochet. No one will notice you that way, and I’ve found that such is best with these sorts.”

“Will you be with us?” asked Kagome, the hope of a child stirring in her breast.

“No—I managed to wrangle myself out. You will be fine, my dear. I doubt he will keep you long.”

From their silent corner, Kagome charged Shippo with absolute tranquility unless specifically invoked for a purpose. He seemed to read the worry in her voice, and he promised his best behavior—more so for her own sake. His nurse had joined them in the room—a quiet woman of about thirty five with whom Kagome had only ever spoken regarding Shippo. She too sat silently and worked with netting needles.

It was another fifteen minutes before people began to trickle into the room—and they were all demons. Kaede’s advice proved right, at least, and none of them did much to acknowledge her. The first individuals to arrive were older—parents, aunts, and uncles of the more spirited guests, most likely. Distantly, Kagome heard the approach of loud talk and laughter. None of the voices belonged to her master, that much she knew for sure. Nonetheless, her heart gained pace knowing that he was likely among them.

The group entered in pairs. The first included a man with long hair black as pitch and maroon irises, and at his side was a beautiful black-haired woman with vibrant red eyes, nearly magenta. Kagome instantly wondered if this woman was Yura—but a second later, one of the older women already in the room addressed her as Kagura. Kagome’s eyes darted back to the man, who did not look at her once, and thought that his was the most unnerving appearance she’d ever seen. There was no individual feature that she could single out as the reason for his frightful air—in fact, his dark features and perfect face proved quite handsome, in a cunning sort of way. Looking at the pair together, she suspected they were either spouses or siblings. She watched for signs that clarified which it was—but for every one she caught that signaled one thing, another came the next moment to contradict it. 

The next pair that came was even less comprehensible. The woman—a teenage-looking girl with chestnut hair and green eyes—hung adoringly on the arm of her partner—a tall, blue-eyed man who appeared the same age as Mr. Taisho and sported pin-straight black hair in a ponytail. He did not seem too fond of the woman currently clinging to him, but Kagome suspected he allowed her hold in some backward desire to avoid something even worse. They, too, barely spared her a glance, though she noticed that the man lingered on her longer than anyone else had. 

No one else entered the room right away, and Kagome forced her gaze to return to the open book in her lap. Shippo did well in remaining seated still in his place beside her.

But then, just as Kagome’s heart had returned to a reasonable pace, the sound of footsteps again reached her ears. Feminine laughter breached the room before the source did, and Kagome knew in her heart who it was. The entire room seemed to prepare for her entrance with bated breath, as if she—or the person who accompanied her—carried all hope of future entertainment.

When Lady Yura crossed the threshold, Kagome lost her breath. Not because of her startling beauty—of which she had known already—but because of the adjoined person who entered with a light hand on her upper back.

His appearance was unchanged enough—his silver hair still flowed freely down his back, and his golden eyes still pierced their every victim. But everything about him felt different. The last time she saw him, he was nearly pressed to her front, gripping her hand like a vice and looking at her like she held his very life in her hands.

But now, he had never felt more distant—and he had never seemed more terribly beautiful. Beside his guests, his lack of physical elegance was more palpable than ever. There indeed was something less refined in his person; his hair was not as smooth, his skin not as pale. His ears stuck out like a quill among pens in a fine cup. None of his guests seemed to mind, but Kagome wondered how deep such natural prejudices hid among demons. 

Kagome ripped her gaze from his form and forced herself back to her book. She wondered if the entire room could hear her thrumming blood and smell her sweating hands. Mr. Taisho had not looked her way once, and her periphery confirmed that he still did not as he and Lady Yura settled together on the couch. Shippo, too, seemed to feel the superiority of the others in the room, and he did not dare make a sound. 

Mr. Taisho spoke for the first time, and Kagome’s ears latched to his voice against her will. 

“I told Lady Yura that she had nothing to fret over—my home may be old, but its ghosts are of the humorous sort who only periodically knock pans from shelves to scare my cooks.”

The aforementioned lady quipped, “Such words beg a jinx! You’re a cruel one, inviting spirits to prove you wrong just as you bring in guests. One would think you’re staging a horrible plot in a novel.”

The room chuckled at her rebuttal, and Mr. Taisho shrugged his broad shoulders. “I suppose one of us will be proven right soon enough,” he teased. 

Kagura inserted her own chiding: “Now, Inuyasha—you understand it will fall to you to protect us ladies if anything does come crawling out of the wicked woodwork. I hope you’re up to it.”

The pale man beside her bristled. His voice was deep and grating as he said, “Surely you don’t believe in such fallacies, too. I assure you that it is the master of the house himself who proves the most frightful thing within it.”

The room laughed, Mr. Taisho included, but Kagome wondered if this was some veiled jab. She did not lift her gaze to inspect her master’s expression, so she trusted his laughter, which did not sound feigned. 

Mr. Taisho affirmed, “Naraku, I can always trust you to speak sense to the women around you. Though, it may explain why Kagura is the only one who seems to enjoy your company.”

More laughter fluttered around the room, like crazed birds seeking open windows. 

Yura said playfully, “You know, it isn’t a bad thing for a man to be frightful. It is the proper domain of woman to be beautiful; I believe that a real man has no concern for his own appearance. Only strength and valor ought to matter to him.” She paused to offer a pretty smile to Mr. Taisho, who quirked a brow at her little speech. She continued, addressing the room more fully, “If I were to marry, I would desire someone who would be a foil to my beauty, not a competitor.”

Mr. Taisho chuckled. “So a pirate would do for you, then?”

She said nothing, only looking at him firmly, and the brown-haired man on the other couch said, “I vote that of those among us, Inuyasha is the most buccaneer-like.”

The invoked man scoffed. “I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.”

Kagome noticed Naraku and Kagura share a secret dubious look. She wondered if it could be translated: Nothing you own is rightfully yours, you mongrel.

Mr. Taisho, whose face Kagome could still not bring herself to assess, did not seem to notice. 

“Enough of this dreary topic,” Yura said, seemingly uncomfortable with its direction. “Tell us, Inuyasha—how did you come to care for the young pauper in the corner there?”

Kagome’s spine locked, and she felt the gaze of the entire room gravitate toward Shippo and, thereby, herself. She held her breath, waiting to see if her master, too, would look her way. But his eyes remained trained on Yura as he fumbled in his pocket for a cigar and match.

He lit and puffed it once before responding. “His mother passed unexpectedly, and I’ve cared for him as a favor to her.”

An incomplete tale, Kagome thought. It was a guilty comfort that the truth of Shippo’s presence was something he trusted to her and not them. It seemed a paradox that, the more social equality a party had, the less honesty its conversations could afford.

“Call him over!” said Yura. “I wish to see his cute face close. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a child his age.”

Mr. Taisho did as he was told and beckoned him over. Kagome watched as the child stepped dutifully forward to them. Yura leaned down to him once he was near and asked in a humorous pitch, “Tell us, are there any ghosts in this house?” 

The others smothered laughter as Shippo wrestled within to give her whatever answer she desired. But being unsure what it was, he could only respond bashfully, “I don’t know, madam. I haven’t seen any.”

Yura’s expression gathered slight annoyance at his failure to spur on more fun. “You should know that you can’t see ghosts, boy. You can only feel and hear them.”

A frightened look fell on Shippo’s face, and Kagome worried that he would truly become afraid of phantoms in the house. Wasn’t it common knowledge to not terrorize children? Kagome moved her gaze to Mr. Taisho for the first time since his initial entrance, and she watched him flick a hard look toward Yura. It was gone a second later.

“Little Shippo knows better than to believe in ghosts,” he said with a jocular tone. 

“Nonsense,” said Yura immediately. “You were telling me before he was hardly educated at all. Aren’t superstitions the pastime of dullards?”

Kagome’s grip tightened around her book. 

“He has a governess now,” said Mr. Taisho simply. 

“Ah, a governess,” said Kagura. “We had half a dozen in our day, didn’t we Yura? Always such frivolous creatures.”

“To be sure,” said her sister. “I’ve still never forgiven father for thrusting one upon us. We would have done just as well locked in a library for two hours a day. Mother hated them just as much.”

“Oh, don’t get mother started on governesses,” said Kagura.

One of the older ladies straightened her posture at the invocation. Her voice curled about the room in a pitch that sounded higher than natural: “My dearest girls, you were right to hate them so. I swear that every single one of them either harbors a secret disdain for their master that spikes their instruction with repugnant spite, or harbors a secret affection for him that distracts them with illusory hope. In both cases, they are always leeches who would do better scrubbing floors elsewhere.”

All partiers chortled at her violent expression. 

Mr. Taisho directed his gaze back at Shippo. “Sophia,”—that was the nurse—“you may take the boy to bed.”

Kagome lost herself momentarily and stared outright at her master’s face, waiting for him to dismiss her as well. He did not even acknowledge her. Shippo, hand in hand with Sophia, craned his neck to watch Kagome in concern as he was pulled out of the room without her. 

Yura spoke again, “It once again falls to me to change the subject. I declare a need for music. Inuyasha, would you care to accompany me?” She stood, her red womanly gown fluttering around her legs. 

“If my lady demands it,” said the master.

“She does,” said Yura flirtatiously.

Mr. Taisho rose from his seat and followed her to the pianoforte. Lady Yura sat on the bench, and Mr. Taisho stood behind her, the smoke of his cigar tailing him. Yura began playing a tune, and her voice alone flawlessly graced the room for an entire verse until, finally, Mr. Taisho joined her in low harmony for the second. Kagome allowed his voice to wash over her—deep and masculine and not quite as beautiful as it was rich. 

Now is my chance to slip away, thought Kagome. She closed and placed down the book beside her. With the room’s occupants distracted, she stood and hung close to the wall as she skirted out the door, the sound of piano chasing her.

Kagome sucked in a gasp of air once she made it into the foyer, bracing her fingers over her stomach. Her steps were quick, and when the music had fully disappeared behind her, she noticed the lace of her boot had unfastened. She bent down to tie it, and the sound of an approaching gentleman’s steps creaked the floorboards behind her. She stood to greet the man, but the words died on her tongue. 

It was Mr. Taisho.

His chin was lifted high, his hands at his sides—cigar absent. 

His voice was brash, empty of the smooth tenor it had with his guests. “Why did you leave the room?”

Kagome filled her lungs with breath and hoped her voice would come out smoothly. She did not meet his eyes. “Shippo was dismissed, so I assumed I was no longer needed.”

He ignored her reason. “Why didn’t you come speak to me? It would have been normal and polite to wish me a good evening.”

Kagome bit back the retort of the same words to him. “You seemed engaged.”

His lips tightened, and a moment of silence charged the strained air between them. “What have you been doing while I’ve been away?”

“Teaching Shippo, as usual.”

Mr. Taisho tilted his head to inspect her more directly. “And getting a good deal paler. Did you fall ill after that night you tried to drown me?”

A subtle quip, one he likely hoped would bring some kind of reaction out of her. But Kagome straightened her spine and smiled cordially. “I’ve been well.”

Unsatisfied by her civility, Mr. Taisho scowled. “Come back to the parlor. You’re deserting too soon.”

Kagome’s stomach sank. She did not wish to argue with him, but the thought of returning to watch another second of his banter with Yura would bring her even closer to the valley of despair she was already fighting so hard to escape. “I am tired, sir,” she managed, voice breaking against her will.

If Mr. Taisho was bothered by her formal epithet, he didn’t show it. “And depressed, it seems. What’s the meaning of this?” he pressed, tone wedged between tenderness and anger.

“No, sir—I’m not depressed,” she stated perhaps too firmly, directing her gaze to the floor.

“I affirm that you are depressed. You hide your face to cover it,” he began, stepping closer and dropping his voice. “But I can smell the salt of your tears. Look at me.”

Brows knitting together, Kagome did not obey. Because he was right; there were tears gathering along her lashes, and she already felt mortified enough. She was trapped, like a caged animal waiting for a bullet.

But the bullet did not come. Or if it did, it came in the guise of a tender finger beneath her chin, gentle as it brought her face to tilt upward. 

“Look at me,” he again whispered.

She did, and as their eyes finally locked for the first time in weeks, she felt a single damning tear slip down her cheek. His finger moved to intercept it before it fell to the floor. 

Inuyasha’s vibrant golden eyes—which she had missed more than she had been willing to admit—watched the drop break against his own skin, and he seemed to battle within himself. He rumbled, “If I wasn’t so worried about some prying dunce of a servant passing, I would demand an explanation. But for tonight, I excuse you. However, know that I do expect you to join the party every night after dinner, and to stay for the entirety of the events.” Inuyasha let his hand fall back to his hips, and he took a step back toward the parlor. “If you don’t feel that you’ve had enough food, call a servant, and I’ll have more sent up to you. Goodnight, my—” he halted, bit his tongue, and abruptly left without another word.

[inusmasha]

Just rambling about InuKag dynamics I don't see ppl talk about.

this is 'long post' disclaimer .

Its a ghostly day today, and I have it all to myself. So while defrosting this english muffin I started musing about what sort of dynamics I like most in fiction. Like not just romantic wise. I wanted to figure out what was.. the tension? I enjoyed most... between what two archetypes?

And I what I noticed is that I love a good Mentor/Mentee dynamic. It's something that's been pretttyyyy consistent since childhood. (I can't name any atm to help my argument but you feel compelled to keep reading)

However, I didn't see how this would fit InuKag? My Titanic? My ship of dreams? My childhood? InuKag sometimes stands out like a sore thumb compared to my other interests. I was going to chalk it up to "Well it's baby's first anime so.." UNTIL..

I realized the fandom tends to focus on how Kagome helped Inuyasha (recover his lost heart, humanity, the unconditional selfless love, understanding ect.) but like.. we don't really talk about what he provides for her as much? And I'd love to indulge you with my take but we'd have to go over why I think Kagome decided to leave the modern world and opt for a life in wilderness of the Feudal Era.

Yes, yes. A big part is Inuyasha. That is a huge driving factor. But Im saying step back and see what's happening in the grand scheme of things.

I think..for Kagome..her romance with Inuyasha acted as a portal to a type of freedom she didn't know she craved. He acts as a guide of sort. He gives her access and safe passage to explore this dangerous world fully without fear. It reminds me of when I was with my first bf and I was over the moon happy when I realized I could walk around at night with him. It was THRILLING to my sheltered teen ass. It was like I was holding the key to the VIP room. I was allowed backstage. He was a door that opened me up to new experiences that would not of been available to me at that time otherwise!

And then the benefit of being immersed in nature. With your lover. Who is a figure that exists outside of the society that was keeping you locked up in the first place. Kagome's name is also referencing 'a bird in a cage'.

Like?

Kagome also serves as a guide for Inuyasha. She brings him back from the liminal space of the forest to the village/community/connection. Again opening him up to the possibility of trusting others and forming bonds and setting down roots in the village.

Kagome also represents us the Audience. She is our perspective. She is "The Ordinary Teenage Girl". She's pulled into the well like we are being pulled into the narrative. She grapples with her identity. Her purpose. Her abilities. She's lip singing to Kelly Clarkson with her hairbrush in front of the mirror. She's trying to get to school but...OOP...You know what? I'm 16. I'm suddenly in a fairy tale. The faries spirited me away and I can't take the test right now. The magical jewel was in my hip you see. I'll think about high school entrance exams later when I'm done shooting my sparkly arrows.

You can't sit there and tell me that you didn't long to escape the druggery that came after graduating lol? The what so I do now? The who am I ? And where do I belong? What major do I want? I have to buy a house now? No? I have to fix my credit score-

No babe. You're going to hitch a ride on your bf's back with ya hair down and eat fruit by a waterfall. He's going to ask you wtf a test is to the sound of a million birds chirping in the morning. Then you're going to go back to your loving village that welcomes you home and calls you a hero.

It makes sense that she stayed. It makes sense. You just gotta... see the vision.. you gotta FEEEEL the escapism.

Anyway yeah lol. Not really a mentor to each other per say but their meeting was a catalysis for a lot of growth and learning and trials and tribulations that changed them for the better. And it just feels similar.

[classysassy9791]

They named her Kagome after finding her injured and unconscious on the subway. Suffering from amnesia, she recuperates under the care of a semi-retired surgeon and a fresh young doctor. But when dark and violent flashes of her past come back to haunt her, Kagome begins to wonder if her past was worth remembering. Especially when a man she doesn’t recognize quite literally lunges into her life, accusing her of murder.    

Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Drama, Mystery Pairings: InuKag, MirSan Warning: Dark themes throughout

Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l Ch. 3 l Ch. 4 l Ch. 5 l

Chapter 6 Word Count: 5800 Can be found on AO3

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Miroku flipped another chart closed and handed it back to the nurse sitting behind the desk in the center of the emergency room. The last of his patients had finally been seen after another brutal day. He had changed scrubs once due to a motor vehicle accident coming in with a bleeding artery. The entire trauma room looked like a murder scene, and that's how his morning had started. It didn’t get much better from there. One of the silver linings, however, had been his mentor, Shizu Takemi, giving him praise for his quick assessment and critical thinking skills that would one day make him a proficient trauma surgeon. 

Working alongside Kaede had taught Miroku so much in regards to handling the chaos traumas frequently came with, often leaving little room for error, needing quick and concise decisions to fight off the grim reaper. He had been lucky she had been willing to take him under his wing the day he showed up at her clinic unannounced, practically begging for her counsel. Even though his father had been a distinguished surgeon in his own right, it had been Doctor Kaede Miyamoto’s research analysis and groundbreaking methods that had left him stunned. 

When Miroku had learned of her early retirement that came without warning or cause, he had been bound and determined to track down the physician he had idolized from afar. Maybe that was a bit overkill, even stalkerish behavior, but it had always been a dream of his to be an apprentice under her expert instructions. He had done everything he could to rise to the top of his class and snag an internship position at Memorial Hospital in which she ruled. 

And then she had left - there one day and gone the next. It left Miroku feeling a little lost, as he had always wanted to be the best surgeon possible, but how could he be if the best mentor was no longer within reach? 

Kaede folded her arms over her chest and raised a brow, the lights of her clinic casting her in a golden back-glow. “You want me to train you?”

“Please,” he had begged, nearly on his knees as he tried to figure out a way to convince her. “You’re the only one who can.” 

He must’ve looked like a pathetic fool, but perhaps she had seen something in him, for she invited him in for a cup of tea and heard him out. She hadn’t promised grandeur surgeries or exhilarating late night calls. It was official: she had hung up her surgical scrubs for the quiet life of a clinician.

But, she had offered what she had left. 

She invited him to stay at her home. When he wasn’t grinding out shifts at the hospital, she would teach him everything she knew about traumas and how to fix the things that were broken. In return, he would assist her at the clinic when able. It was hardly a fair trade off, and Miroku had wanted to offer her more, but she had declined. 

“There’s nothing more you can offer me,” she had told him with a whimsical smile. “At least, not yet.” 

Begrudgingly, he had yielded to the arraignment, vowing to one day pay back Kaede’s kindness in full. He only realized too late that perhaps he had brought more trouble to her doorstep than she had bargained for - two disobedient patients who wanted nothing more than to escape the safe haven she had created, regardless of their physical and mental wellbeing. 

Miroku exhaled deeply and ran a hand through his dark locks. She couldn’t say he didn’t have drive, but damn, he really didn’t know where to draw the line sometimes. Earlier, during the whirlwind of his day, Kaede had sent him a quick text letting him know that she had returned home with Kagome and Rin, and would fill him in later. A twinge of guilt ate away at him. While he was here furthering his career, Kaede had taken it upon herself to clean up his mess. 

“Do you need anything else from me before I go, Koharu?” he asked the petite brunette sitting behind the desk. 

She smiled up at him, her eyes bright. “Nope. I think we’re all good here. Thanks!”

The doors to the emergency room slid open with a whoosh, letting the cool Spring air flow into the space. Both Miroku and Koharu turned their gazes on who entered - a woman with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and a taller man wearing an aloof expression. 

“Hello, may I help you?” Koharu greeted cheerfully, always so upbeat even this late into her shift. 

“Good evening,” the woman greeted as she sauntered up to the nurses’ desk. “I’m looking for the nurse in charge.” 

“That’s me!” Koharu confirmed, turning to give her full attention to the pair, a few strands of hair pulling free from her messy bun with the movement. 

“I’m Detective Sango Tachibana, and this is my partner, Detective Takeda Kuranosuke.” She flashed her badge, the man at her elbow following suit, before they returned them to their hips.

That caught Miroku’s attention. He certainly had experienced his fair share of police interaction since working in the emergency room - gunshot victims, car accidents, and other physical injuries often brought the authorities to their doorsteps. His gaze roamed the pair of detectives. Takeda seemed to wear the traditional detective attire - clean pressed slacks and button-up shirt - hinting at Miroku the man played by the books. But Sango wore jeans paired with black combat boots and a black faux leather jacket, hardly the attire of someone on official business. 

Koharu glanced between them. “How may I help you, Detectives?”

“There was a car accident on 34th street Friday night that’s being investigated,” Sango explained as she leaned against the counter. “We were wondering if you knew who was working that evening.”

“I’d have to check our staffing logs. Hold on.” Koharu stood and crossed the nurse’s station to rifle through the Charge Nurse binder. 

Miroku smiled and sauntered up to the two detectives, his gaze trained on the one with chestnut eyes and a nice rack. “Hello, there, Beautiful. I’m Doctor Miroku Ishida,” he greeted, holding out his hand. 

Sango raised a brow and didn’t spare a glance toward his outstretched greeting, instead keeping her focus solely on his face. “And?”

He faltered. She didn’t fluster like most women did when he was so brash. He knew he had charm and good looks that often gave him an edge when it came to the female population, but he wasn’t used to rejection. Sango had tenacity and apparently wasn’t easily impressed. Chuckling to cover up his surprise, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his scrubs. “I was working the ER Friday evening. Maybe I can help.”

“Ah, great,” the man beside Sango said - Takki? Kurano? something like that - as he reached into his overcoat and pulled out a small notepad. “Did you recall if anyone with suspicious injuries came in?”

Miroku’s shoulders fell. He wanted to continue speaking to Sango and wasn’t really interested in dealing with her partner. “No, not that I remember. Business as usual,” he replied begrudgingly.

“They would’ve had blunt force trauma, cuts, maybe a broken limb,” Sango prodded, hoping to jog his memory. “Most likely would’ve just walked off the street, and could’ve been a woman, although not conclusively.”

Miroku absently shook his head at each of Sango’s suggestions until she said that the victim could’ve been a woman. He paused. Friday night was when he had discovered Kagome on the subway. She had much of the same injuries Sango listed. With her amnesia, it had left everyone in the dark as to how she had ended up in such a state. Could it have been the car accident they were investigating? 

“Doctor Ishida?” Sango’s voice stirred him from his thoughts. 

He quickly collected himself. “Yes, sorry, I was just thinking. You said the accident happened on 34th street?”

“That’s right,” Takeda confirmed. 

That street ran through the business district and had a major subway platform used for people to commute in from the suburbs. It was also one of the station routes of the train Miroku always used to get home. It was plausible that Kagome was in that car accident, found her way to the subway, and passed out on the chairs where he later found her. 

Sango frowned. “Do you know something?”

Miroku hesitated. Since he met Kagome, her behavior had been odd. She had asked for no cops and had a gun - two uncommon behaviors for most people. If he told these detectives of what he knew, would it be doing more harm than good? Would he be putting Kagome in danger? Although he knew very little about Kagome, she had put her faith in him, and he was hard pressed to betray her confidence. 

Then again, what if she was as dangerous as Kaede had first feared? What if she was a wanted criminal? He couldn’t picture Kagome being a hardened delinquent, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t lead a life of crime prior to the accident. Besides that first interaction of waking up, she had shown no true animosity toward them. And if he did tell the detectives about her, there was a chance they would be able to help them piece together Kagome’s past. 

But would his breach of trust be worth it?

“Doctor Ishida,” Sango said again, this time her tone more firm. “If you know something, now would be the time to tell us.” 

Miroku smiled easily, swallowing his moral code. “Unfortunately, I can’t recall anything eventful or out of the ordinary from that evening. I wish I could be of more help.” 

Sango narrowed her eyes at him, but it was Takeda who spoke. “No problem. If you happen to think of anything that may help, give us a call.” He handed Miroku a business card with a phone number on it. “Even the smallest detail could prove to be useful.” 

He took the card and waved it casually. “I’ll be sure to do that.” 

“Here’s a copy of the staff members who were here that evening, along with their contact information,” Koharu said as she returned with the requested list. 

“Thank you,” Sango murmured as she took it from her and gave it a quick glance. 

“We appreciate your help,” Takeda added. “Have a good evening.” 

As the detectives turned to leave, Sango’s gaze lingered on Miroku for a moment longer than necessary, before she finally turned and followed Takeda out of the hospital’s emergency room entrance. Miroku waited until they were out of sight before glancing down at the business card he had. 

He wasn’t an immoral person, and hated lying to anyone without just cause, much less to the police, but there were simply too many unknowns right now. Even if he hadn’t known Kagome long, he had promised to care for her as long as she needed. That meant regardless of what her past carried. What kind of man would he be if he handed her over without mulling over the consequences for more than a few minutes? Besides that, he definitely needed more information. 

Part of him wanted to divulge the encounter with the detectives to Kaede immediately. She had always been level-headed and would know what to do. But the other part of him feared that Kaede’s decision would lead Kagome down a dark path, and he had already brought so much trouble to Kaede as it was. 

With a ‘have a good night’ to Koharu, Miroku began his walk back to the residents’ locker room to change. First thing was first - he needed a beer. Then, a couple of hours to research the car accident. He wasn’t much for watching the news or keeping up on current events - that had more to do with his lack of time than his lack of interest - so he had a bit of catching up to do. 

After that, he would decide what to tell Kaede, or if he would tell her at all. 

The following morning, Kagome found herself in a funk. On the one hand, she had been eager to start working toward physical recovery - mending her dislocated shoulder and injured leg. In the same thought, however, she still had no idea how to recover the memories or her mental state. Kaede had assured her that her memories would most likely come back with time. How much time? Kaede had no answer for that, and couldn’t guarantee that they would come back at all. 

It left Kagome feeling a little lost. 

“Come on,” Kaede said as she entered Kagome’s temporary bedroom, her hands on her hips, and a stern look on her face. “Sitting in bed all morning isn’t going to get you anywhere.” 

Kagome scoffed. “What else is there to do right now?”

With a hum, Kaede opened up the wheelchair that had been occupying the corner of the room, and geared it toward Kagome. “Remember what you told me yesterday?”

It had been less than twenty-four hours, and already Kaede was making sure Kagome stuck to her word. She had told Kaede she trusted her. Now she would be paying for it. With a few disgruntled complaints, Kagome allowed Kaede to help her into the wheelchair. 

Moments later, Kagome found herself sitting out back of Kaede’s home in a self-made garden of sorts. The home bordered a small forest, and was far enough away from the main road to avoid noise pollution. Kaede locked the wheelchair in place in the center of the patio next to a wicker armchair. “I’ll be right back,” she murmured before disappearing back inside. 

The morning air had a slight chill to it, causing Kagome to wrap the shawl Kaede had leant her tighter around her shoulders. She watched the leaves of the trees sway with the wind as birds fluttered between their branches. The trickling of water drew her attention to a small waterfall that spilled into a pond full of koi fish. She closed her eyes. Her heart beat slowed, the thrumming of anxiety quieting to a small tickle at the base of her neck, as she took a deep breath of damp moss and wet tree trunks

The images were clear for the first time. 

Dew glistened over the leaves, occasionally dripping to land on her skin. She glanced up from where she sat at the base of a tree, watching sunlight peek through the branches. A cool breeze whispered against her cheek, pulling dark strands of hair across her shoulders. She felt so much younger than she was now, able to recognize her middle school uniform skirt draped across her thighs. To be honest, she probably should’ve still been wearing her winter attire with the slight nip in the air. 

She smiled. Today was going to be a good day. Her eyes glanced over at the sound of approaching footsteps against cobblestone, settling on a man whose face was still muddled in darkness. He stood nearly as tall as the tree behind her, his baritone voice soothing as it reverberated through her. 

“There you are~!”

“Here you are,” Kaede’s voice pulled Kagome from her memories. 

She opened her eyes to see the doctor holding out a cup of tea for her. “Thank you,” she murmured, taking it carefully, the scent of hibiscus flowers rolling over her. 

This time, the memory she had wasn’t a flash or jarring like the others she had experienced. It felt soothing, familiar, a small bit of gaiety amongst the dread she had so far been plagued with. Yet, regardless of what the memory had shown her, she still felt her heart clench, as if it had only precluded the darkness of a storm. 

Kagome frowned and bit the inside of her cheek, simply watching the steam curl away from her tea. 

“What’s wrong?” Kaede asked as she sat down beside her in the wicker chair. 

“Why do you think somethings wrong?” she countered. 

“Well, you’re biting the inside of your cheek, which usually means somethings bothering you.” 

Kagome quickly stopped gnawing on the offended skin, a heated blush working into her cheeks. “Dammit.” 

The doctor chuckled. “Come on, talk to me.” 

A deep exhale escaped her and she took a sip of her tea - a tart, almost cranberry-like flavor - letting the warm liquid soothe her throat. “I-” She pursed her lips, trying to figure out how she was going to word her next statement. “I guess I’m having, uh, flashes?”

“Flashes?”

Kagome nodded slowly. “Yeah. I think they might be memories, but I can’t always grasp onto them. It’s almost like a bad rendition of a flash film.” 

She shrugged. “I’m no expert on amnesia. I’ve read studies, though. Most people will get their memories back sporadically or they'll wake up one morning and everything will just be there .” 

“Most people?”

“There’s a few who never get their memories back,” Kaede replied, gazing over at her with a sad smile and a despondent look in her eyes. 

Kagome huffed. “Well, at least I know my odds.” 

“Cheer up,” Kaede said, trying to bolster her spirits. “At least you get to hang out with Miroku and I until you figure things out.” 

The expression on Kagome’s face must’ve been hilarious, because Kaede barked out a laugh that nearly startled Kagome. 

“We’re not that bad,” Kaede proclaimed. 

A smile tugged at Kagome’s lips. “I guess not.” 

“Miroku has his faults, but he’s one of the best guys I know,” Kaede went on to explain. “He’s been through a lot to be where he is today, and you’d never know it. I mean, he rescued some bleeding woman with a gun from a subway train.” 

Kagome fully grinned at that. “Yeah, when you put it that way, what was he thinking? ”

“He was thinking you were someone in need, and he’s a savior to his core - in work and in life.” Kaede’s voice was softer. “He never would’ve been able to turn a blind eye.” 

That left Kagome quiet, almost ashamed at her earlier actions, considering what Miroku had put on the line to help her. Yet, she couldn’t quite fault herself for taking actions she didn’t understand. She sipped on her tea thoughtfully. “What about you, then?” she asked Kaede. 

She tilted her head. “Well, let’s just say I’m more realistic than he is. I’d love to save everyone, but that’s just not how the world works. There’s too many horrible things out there to believe that my hands can repair everyone.” 

“Your hands?”

Kaede nodded. “I’m a retired surgeon. Well, I guess ‘forced into retirement’ would be a better description of it.” 

“If you love medicine so much, what happened that made you retire?”

Kaede pointed to her eyes. “In the peak of my career I was diagnosed with Best’s Disease. A sneaky son of a bitch that’s apparently hereditary, but evidently I was the lucky one to start the genetic fault.” She turned her gaze to the gardens. “One day, I started noticing some trouble with my vision. Didn’t think too much of it for a while. Figured I was needing glasses or something. Went to a few eye doctors until one sat me down and finally gave me the diagnosis.” 

“It affects your vision?” Kagome asked. 

She nodded. “Yeah, my central vision. There’s no treatment and no cure. Only thing I can do is get checkups to determine how far along it is. My vision really isn’t too bad right now, but it’s a vision no surgeon can safely operate with. So, I was forced into early retirement.” 

“Wow.” Kagome didn’t know what else to say to that. Kaede lost her passion and livelihood with one tragic diagnosis that she had no control over. She didn’t even have an inkling that it was possible for something like that to derail her career. 

“Yeah,” Kaede answered with a sigh. “That about sums it up.” 

The pair sat there in companionable silence for a while. Kagome mulled over the information Kaede shared with her. She couldn’t imagine going through that, and yet finding a way to fall in love with a new line of work. The strength it must’ve taken had to be profound. 

“So, what then? You opened a clinic?”

Kaede laughed. “Oh, heavens no. After I was forced to retire, I nearly drank myself to death.” Kagome nearly spit out her tea, causing Kaede to laugh again. “Having your entire life turned upside down is not something easy to overcome. It takes a lot of strength and perseverance, not to mention a lot of tears and alcohol - at least for me.” 

“I guess I can somewhat relate,” Kagome murmured. 

She nodded. “Yeah, I suppose you can. At least for me, I had memories and people to fall back on. You don’t have that, and I can’t imagine how hard that is. But Kagome-” she placed a hand on Kagome’s and squeezed gently, granting her a small smile - “Miroku and I will be your people for now. We’re going to get you through this.”

Kagome slowly nodded. Not for the first time did she feel eased at Kaede’s presence and words. The kindness Miroku and Kaede had shown her went far beyond what she would’ve expected, or frankly, deserved. Where would she have been without them?

Probably dead. 

“I don’t know if I ever thanked you,” Kagome said after a moment of quiet. 

“You didn’t.” 

Kagome frowned, earning raised eyebrows from Kaede. “Fine,” she continued. “I didn’t. And I’m sorry for that.” 

The doctor chuckled. “It’s okay. You’re in a unique situation. I can’t hold memory loss against you.” 

She smiled. “I guess not.” 

As the morning sun drifted across the sky, Kagome and Kaede found a new friendship between them, and an even deeper understanding. 

“Thank you,” Takeda said to the waitress as she dropped off their morning coffee. 

Sango offered the waitress a smile before turning her attention to the cream and sugar on the table, adding more than what was probably reasonable into her coffee. Takeda’s nose crinkled with disgust as he sipped on his - bitter and dark. “Don’t give me that look,” she chastised as she gave hers a stir. 

“I have no idea how you could drink something so sweet.” 

“I don’t know how you could drink something so bitter,” she barbed playfully in return. 

They had decided to mix up their morning routine and grab breakfast at a quaint bistro around the corner from her apartment. It allowed Sango to enjoy something better than cop shop coffee and to indulge in an actual breakfast, considering she more often than not started her day with a quick pastry from her usual cafe. 

The weather, although still cool, had warmed to a comfortable degree that morning in which they decided to sit on the bistro’s patio that overlooked the busy downtown street. People bustled by on the sidewalk as they hurried to work, the sound of cars driving by occupying the air. Sango leaned her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand as she gazed at passersby. 

“When did he say he was coming?” Takeda asked as he perused the menu the waitress had left. 

Sango shrugged, eyes drifting to the watch around her wrist. “He said he was on his way, but knowing Koma, that could mean two minutes or two hours. He probably got distracted by something.” 

Takeda smiled. “He’s one of the smartest men in the room, but heaven forbid his attention gets stolen by something trivial.” 

“Honestly, Souten probably held him up by reminding him to wear his jacket,” she mused. “Even I wouldn’t entice her wrath.”

He chuckled. “She’s a spitfire, that’s for sure.” 

“They’re good for each other, though,” she replied, tugging her scarf more snug around her neck to ward off the chill. “Speaking of, how are you and Shima? Did you enjoy your vacation?”

Takeda nodded, his lips tugging into a smile that made her heart do a little flip. “We did. Got to enjoy some relaxation, but also went on a few adventures.” 

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Snorkeling, jet skiing, and a bit of parasailing. You know, the normal touristy things people do on a beach holiday.” He waved his hand in the air as if to minimize the excitement of it all. 

Sango hummed dreamily. “That all sounds fantastic. I wish I could be on a beach somewhere right now.” She honestly couldn’t recall the last time she enjoyed a vacation, too married to her work to leave time for much else. When she wasn’t working, she spent her time worrying over Kohaku and his whereabouts. 

“You should take a trip,” he said, motioning with his coffee toward her. “You work too hard.” 

She frowned, not really wanting to delve into her work-life balance. Her father had always been dedicated to his detective work, and he left big shoes to fill. Even though he was gone, she still experienced an unseen pressure to make him proud. She would be lucky enough to be even half the detective he was. 

“Not sure if I would know what to do with myself,” she replied wryly, meeting his brown eyes that danced with mirth. 

“Yeah, relaxation isn’t exactly in your vocabulary, is it?”

Sango wrinkled her nose. Takeda, although considerate most of the time, also knew how to hit her at her weak points. A playful jest, but she couldn’t stop the souring of her mood. “Har har,” she barbed back, taking a large gulp of her coffee and wishing it was laced with some alcohol. It was too early to be diving into her insecurities when it came to her personal life. 

With both of her parents gone, it was just her and her younger brother, and Kohaku was never around, so really, she spent most of her time alone. She didn’t have any friends outside of the police force - which she chalked up to her drive and ambition - and even when she was invited out on rare occasions, she tended to find a reason to turn the invites down. Sango knew there were some underlying issues she didn’t want to admit to, but that would probably require years of therapy to uncover, which made that particular task daunting and off-putting. 

So, instead she did what she always did when finding herself too close to a sensitive topic: she changed the subject. “Anyways, I think we covered the major hospitals in the area surrounding the accident scene.” 

Takeda didn’t bother commenting on her sudden change of conversation, only offering a knowing smile. “Yeah, I think you’re right,” he agreed with a nod. “Considering those didn’t turn up any new leads, I think it would be good to start making rounds on the small community hospitals.” 

Sango clucked her tongue. “Maybe the clinics, too.” 

He raised his brows. “You think someone would go to a clinic with those kinds of injuries?”

She shrugged. “If they were desperate enough. Or if they sought any medical attention at all. We’re just guessing that whoever walked away from that accident went somewhere to get treated. They could’ve patched themselves up in some backdoor warehouse or something.” 

“You’re right,” Takeda said before he took a long sip of his coffee thoughtfully. 

“Hell, I’d be willing to even interview a school nurse at this point,” she grumbled, turning her eyes back to the busy street. Having no solid leads was beginning to wear on her last nerve. Hopefully when Shippou arrived, he would bring some good news.

Her partner leaned forward with a teasing grin. “Sure you don’t want to go back and interview that doctor from yesterday?”

Sango pinched her brows together and shot him a sideways glance. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He looked awfully interested in talking with you,” he said with a shrug. “Just figured you may want to pursue it.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Any man who greets you with a ‘hello, beautiful’ should be castrated.” 

Takeda winced. “Ouch. A bit much, don’t you think?”

“I don’t have time to waste on arrogance.” To be fair, she didn’t have time for any men, but she had kept her nonexistent dating life undisclosed. The last thing she needed was Takeda trying to hook her up with one of his old cop buddies. She knew that would be something he would do; it was just in his nature to help out another person, even if it was unwarranted. “Though, I do believe he knew more than he was saying.”

“What makes you say that?”

Sango shrugged. “Call it intuition, I guess.” 

Her partner smiled at her comment just as the waitress returned. They quickly rattled off their food orders and desire for more coffee before she breezed away again. 

“Hey there, Tachibana!”

Sango looked up from her phone - about to shoot a text to Shippou - but found herself looking at the red-haired investigator instead. She smiled brightly as he waltzed out onto the back patio and pulled up a chair at their table. “Well, it’s about time,” she greeted lightheartedly. “We just ordered food. You want in?”

Shippou sat down with a shake of his head. “Nah, Souten made breakfast this morning, which is why I was running late. She keeps after me to make sure I’m eating well.” 

“Like a good wife should,” Takeda said with a sagely nod. 

Sango swiftly kicked him under the table, getting a good-natured chuckle out of him. “Misogynist,” she grumbled, and then turned her attention back to Shippou. “Souten just knows how much you like your sweets.” 

The crime scene investigator chortled, but didn’t deny her comment as he pulled a file folder out of his bag. “I’d love a coffee, though.” Takeda waved their waitress over and Shippou ordered a coffee-to-go. 

“So, why’d you want to meet this morning?” Sango asked as she eyed the folder Shippou held. 

“This hasn’t hit the air waves yet, so I thought I’d give it to you in person.” He handed over the case files. 

“Giving us a gift before eight a.m.? I think that’s a new record for you, Koma,” Takeda said, taking a sip of his coffee. 

Sango opened the folder and quickly thumbed through the first few pages. “Dental records?!” she nearly shouted, forcing herself to stay seated in her excitement. “They were able to identify the three bodies in the car. And Koma even included their arrest records.” She flashed Shippou a wide smile. 

“Best in the business, I swear,” Takeda murmured as he stood to round the table and look over Sango’s shoulder. “So, who’ve we got?”

“The driver was Manten Sanda, convicted of armed robbery in the past. Looks like he was also arrested for attempted murder, but it never went to trial due to insufficient evidence.” She handed the profile to her partner before going onto the next one. “The woman in the passenger seat was Yura Yamaguchi.” 

“Any relation to Kristi Yamaguchi?” Takeda asked. 

“No,” Shippou replied sullenly. “I already looked into it. But man, that would’ve been a story!”

Sango chuckled. “Looks like she was arrested for some prostitution and a few drug busts. Nothing too crazy. Oh, and she had a restraining order against her at one point. Apparently went after a guy because she liked his hair.” 

Takeda scrunched up his nose. “Oh, nothing too crazy, huh?”

“Okay, maybe she had a few screws loose.” Sango rolled her eyes. “But not a big fish in this city. The third body was Hinten Sanda, Manten’s older brother. He’d been arrested alongside his brother for armed robbery, as well as solicitation of sexual favors, and rape - but apparently was never tried because the victim backed out of prosecution. He was also a suspect in a murder investigation, but again, there wasn’t enough evidence to bring him to trial.” 

“Damn scumbag.” Takeda took another drink of coffee and shook his head. “Can’t say I’m upset he’s dead.” 

Sango didn’t voice it aloud, but she agreed with him. She studied their mugshots. The ‘Thunder Brothers’, as they had self-proclaimed themselves as, didn’t look alike, obviously being gifted with opposite ends of the gene pool. While Hinten was tall and muscular, Manten was short and stocky, with a large nose and lips that reminded Sango oddly of a platypus. Not that it mattered, considering they were both deceased, but she bet they had caused more trouble than their arrest records foretold. “Well, not exactly sure what we have yet, but their identities are sure to turn up some new leads. Thanks, Koma!”

Shippou saluted her just as the waitress returned and handed him his coffee to-go. “My pleasure,” he said, pouring even more cream and sugar into his coffee than Sango did. “I’m going to head back to the lab and continue processing the evidence from the train car. I was able to pull some strings to get you those I.D.'s. Figured it would get you started, but the rest is going to take some time. I’ll call you when something else comes up.” 

Sango and Takeda said goodbye to him and then turned their attention back to the file folder he gifted them. “Well, she began as she placed all of the documents back into the manila folder and tucked it inside her bag for safe-keeping. “I guess we’ll start with last known addresses and known contacts. Figure out what connects them all.” 

Takeda rounded the table and took his seat again. “Let’s call Fujimori to start a paper trail while we hit up the community hospitals. We’ll be able to cover more ground that way.”

Sango sighed. She wanted to dig into the newly identified criminals, not hit the streets like a beat cop. But Takeda had a point. Fujimori was most likely already at the office and could start investigating the newly acquired identities immediately. Meanwhile, Sango and Takeda were already out and not far from one of the community hospitals that came to her mind. 

“Fine,” she grumbled, relenting to his good judgment. Police work wasn’t about who did what part of the investigation - it only mattered what evidentiary items were collected to bring down a perp. Sometimes her desire for the chase muddled that teaching. 

“Let’s get a list together of the medical centers and clinics we want to hit. If all goes well, hopefully we’ll be done by noon and be able to get in on Fujimori’s search.” 

As Takeda probably knew, the challenge lit a fire under her, causing her eyes to sparkle with eagerness over her new prey. He always knew how to get her going. 

[somekndofnature]

No Other Way #22

Another for the domaystic2022. I’m going to get there before the end of the year guys. I just know it! Parts of this are taken directly from arguments I've had with my partner at the grocery store (if slightly exaggerated for humors sake). Sorry to those of you who love pork rinds but I just can't stand them. 😝 I really enjoyed writing this more playful side of Inuyasha. I hope it makes you laugh. I'm not entirely satisfied with it (there are times when I feel like he strays too far OOC) but I think maybe I'm just in a bad mood right now. Who knows? This story is non-explicit, SFW.  

Day 22: In the Wrong Aisle\

Fandom: Inuyasha Modern MMA AU

Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome

Rating: G

AO3

'Cause It's Out the Same Door That It Came, Well It's Leaving, Leaving

Inuyasha meandered through the sparsely populated store aisle, letting the rickety metal cart take the brunt of his weight. He yawned loud and long, earning a tsking sound from an old woman ahead of him but ignored it. 

Where the hell was Kagome? She took off squealing about how she had forgotten something but that was over five minutes ago. Inuyasha turned down the next aisle and, seeing that it was empty, sucked in a deep breath.

“Kagome!” he shouted. 

Several gasps and grumbles answered him from other aisles but none in the correct tenor. 

“Kagome!”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, stopping short when he passed an entire section dedicated to prepackaged bowls of ramen. He pursed his lips, looking up and down the empty lane before reaching an arm in and sweeping an entire shelf of delicious food into the cart. He whistled innocently to himself as he turned down the next row.  

“Kagome!” he called once again. No one answered him. 

He walked through the next three aisles without so much as a tingle of interest, intermittently shouting his girlfriend’s name at the top of his lungs. When he turned down the final one, Inuyasha grinned, eyes sparkling at the shelves full of different colored bags of snacks and potato chips. He pulled down several of his favorites and filled the cart to the brim, making sure to also grab a couple ‘healthy’–she was lying to herself–bags of popcorn Kagome liked in the process.

Satisfied with his selections, Inuyasha continued down the lane. “KA-GO–” 

“Inuyasha!” came a furious hiss from behind him.  

He whipped around, grinning when he spotted a red-faced Kagome walking towards him with her arms full. He could already smell the spicy scent of her annoyance as she approached, jeans clinging to her swishing hips like a second skin. She blew an errant curl off her cheek that had escaped the dark ponytail clipped over one shoulder, exposing the long column of a slender neck he had been tempted to nibble on all day. Damn, he was a lucky hanyou.  

“Hey, there you are.” 

“Yes, here I am,” she snapped, eyes narrowed. “Why are you hollering like that?”

“Because I couldn’t find you.” 

“So you need to alert the entire store? Couldn’t you just use your nose?”  

“Around all this food? My nose gets distracted. Besides,” he shrugged, “what’s the big deal?” 

“You’re gonna get us kicked out, Inuyasha, and this is my favorite market,” she said, circling him to drop her items in the cart when her eyes widened. “What is all this?!”

“Food.” He maintained an innocent expression.  

“It’s junk!” she said, making room for her produce and straightening her dark red sweater. She stilled and frowned, snatching up a bag of pork rinds. “What are these?” 

“Fucking delicious is what they are,” he replied with a grin, making a hasty grab for them. 

Kagome jumped back just in time and Inuyasha raised a surprised brow. Her reflexes were getting better. 

“These smell like butt.” She emphasized each word with a shake of the bag. 

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, ‘Gome. Just say ‘ass’ like the rest of us.”  

“Fine. They smell like ass. Better?” 

Inuyasha let his mouth fall open in mock outrage, unable to keep his lips from turning upward with amusement. “You said a naughty word.”  

“Stop it.” Kagome fought a smile. 

“You know what happens to bad girls that say naughty words,” he said with a fanged smirk, sliding closer to her. “They get spankings.” 

She giggled and pressed a hand against his chest. “Down boy.”

“You’re right” he leaned in to whisper. “You’d just like it.” 

“Inuyasha!” she gasped, color spreading down to her neck.

He pounced, grabbing the bag from her hands and holding it up triumphantly. “Ha! Too slow.” 

Kagome pouted as he held them away from her reaching hands before finally giving up and crossing them over her chest. “Fine, but if you get those, you’re eating them on the balcony.” 

“What? Why?”

“Because you’ll make the entire apartment smell.” 

He spent only a few seconds contemplating before tossing the bag back in the cart. “Fine, I agree to your terms.” 

“Really?” she asked in a dry tone. “You’re gonna eat pork rinds outside…in February.” 

“They’re worth it.”  

Kagome imitated a dreamy sigh. “Oh, to be worth it.” 

“I mean,” he said with a shrug. “I’d offer to eat you out on the balcony in February but—” 

She slapped her hand over his mouth, fighting to maintain a serious expression but he could hear the laughter in her tone. “Inuyasha! What is up with you today?” 

He waggled his eyebrows and licked her palm to accentuate his proposition.  

“Gross!” Kagome squealed and pulled away, wiping her hand on her jeans. “Seriously, have you been spending too much time with Miroku or something? You used to be such a prude.”

“Keh, everyone’s prude when compared to that hentai. Besides,” he said, sidling up next to her. “You can’t really blame me. Have you looked in a mirror today?”  

“When we left,” she replied, touching her head. “Why? Is something in my hair?” 

Inuyasha laughed and slid an arm around her waist. “No, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous. Can’t keep my hands off you.” 

“I can feel that,” she said with a coy smile and a hint of reproach, moving one of said sneaky hands back up to the small of her back from where it had been resting on her butt.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?” 

“We’re in public,” she said, flushing. 

“”Gome, there’s no one around us,” he whispered, curling his knuckle under her chin.

Inuyasha leaned down, brushing a kiss against her soft cheek. When he pulled away, the thick fan of her dark lashes fluttered open, revealing stormy blue eyes. He rubbed the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip and smiled when her mouth parted around an aroused breath, tongue flicking out to taste his skin. His brows drew together as a spike of heat shot straight to his groin. He inched forward, intent on kissing her breathless, when the sound of approaching footsteps made his ears twitch.  

Inuyasha cursed and stepped away amid her whimpered protest just as their illusion of privacy was shattered. The old woman from before turned down the aisle, her widened eyes indicating that she had caught at least a glimpse of their intimate moment. She froze and leveled a glare at Inuyasha before quickening her pace. 

It seemed to take Kagome a moment to shake herself back into awareness, face going beet red when she noticed they were no longer alone. She spun around, suddenly absorbed in scanning the shelves as the woman passed them, mumbling under her breath about improper behavior. It took forever for the old bat to shuffle her way to the other end of the row, leaving them in peace. 

Inuyasha sniggered as she turned the corner. “You should see your face.” 

“Inu-yasha,” Kagome seethed, whipping around to throw several rapid punches into his shoulder.  

“Ow! Quit hittin’ me,” he said, trying to affect a pitiful tone but his intermittent laughter made it impossible. 

“Yeah right, like I could hurt you.” She rolled her eyes. 

Inuyasha sulked. “You’re stronger than you look, woman.”

“Oh you poor baby,” Kagome said, tone thick with sarcasm as she stroked his arm and stood on tiptoe to press a kiss against his jaw. “Better?” 

“Keh,” he muttered, turning her back to face the cart. “Come on, I'm ready to get you home.” 

“You still have to put some of this stuff back.” 

“What? And here I thought I made you forget.” 

“Nice try,” she said with a wry grin. “But we just don’t have the space for all this.” 

“Fine,” Inuyasha grumbled, grabbing up one of the bags of popcorn only to be stopped short by a sharp tug. 

Kagome was glaring at him, mouth tight with a stubborn frown. “Not these! Don’t start with my stuff.” 

“Oh I see,” Inuyasha replied with his brow raised. “My junk food is unhealthy and disgusting but yours is just fine.” 

She huffed in irritation. “Well, it isn’t pork skin drowned in hot oil, so yeah.” 

“Let’s see about that, shall we?” He worked the package out of her clenched hands and turned it around, reading through the nutrition label. “There’s that many calories per serving?”

“Okay, Inu.” She rested a hand on her cocked hip, the picture of feminine pique.

“And there’s how many servings per container?” His eyes widened in feigned shock. “I’ve seen you eat an entire bag in one sitting, ‘Gome.” 

Her brow twitched as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You’ve made your point!” 

“And look at the salt content. Isn’t that what you’re always nagging me about?” 

“Argh, fine!” Kagome threw her hands up in the air. “We can keep everything. Just shut up and stop ruining my favorite snack.” 

She whipped around, grabbing a hold of the cart handle and stomping down the aisle. He followed after her, brows furrowing in genuine confusion as he continued to read. 

“Why the fuck is there that much sugar in popcorn?” 

“That’s enough, Inuyasha!” 

[i-belong-in-a-retirement-home]

Bite me. Fine~

Yet another a/b/o inukag ficlet. I might have an addiction, I might not, idk. I shall write nonetheless.

And this is just InuYasha in rut. And fade to black smut.

CONTENTS INCLUDE: suggestive language

What would have been a fifteen minute walk, turned into five as InuYasha forced them to run back to his house. He fumbled with his keys, his mind focused instead on the way Kagome fidgeting beside him. Her scent, in addition to the honey and cherries, was drenched in lust and it had broken him.

Finally, the door was open and he shoved her inside.

"Where are we-"

"Upstairs, first door!" He blurted.

The feral look in his eyes delighted her, burning from the inside out. He was barely controlling himself, just enough to not take her right in the living room. To make the process easier, Kagome undid her bra as they rushed up the stairs.

In the commotion, she fumbled with the doorknob. But it didn’t matter, he slammed both fists against the closed door and pinned her against it. He bent his neck and savagely kissed her lips, bruising them instantly. The sweatshirt, already hanging loose, was torn from her shoulders as he moved down her neck, huffing her scent. Each kiss was messy and was left suddenly cold as he continued to move down her neck.

His teeth grazed her skin, eyes ravenous as he barely maintained control. The sight sent waves of pleasure through Kagome's body and while the foreplay thrilled her, she grew impatient. Her body betrayed her, quivering in anticipation as the beast before her grew ever closer to sinking fangs into her skin.

He ran his tongue across her collarbone, enjoying her taste. Each centimeter drenched in her pheromones, intoxicating him further and further. All he could do was enjoy the sweetness of her skin.

The more he kissed and teased her, the more her body trembled with arousal. Her breath was uneven and heavy as she struggled to keep from screaming out. She needed him to do more.

Her voice was hardly audible when it escaped her lips.

"What?" InuYasha snarled, angry to be pulled away from her skin.

"Bite. Me." She demanded and slammed a fist against the door. "Now!"

His lips curled into a devious grin. "Fine~"

Within mere seconds, InuYasha sunk his teeth into the base of her neck. The scent of worn leather and pine flooded her mind and drowned her in ecstasy. The moan that rose from deep in her chest was the sweetest song in his ears.

He reached down beside her waist and fumbled with the doorknob. Finally it opened and they crashed into his room. The sudden separation left a hungry look on his face. For the first time since she had known him, it was she melting before him.

"Shit.." She groaned, knees weak and body set aflame.

"Bed." He commanded.

"Ok!"

[legofanguy1999]

This is a entry for day 11 of @inuvember event Inuvember 2023 featuring Naraku.

Due to his origins of being made of thousands of demons, Naraku knew that he is the greatest demon of this land, but he must stay hidden until the Shikon Jewel return. Naraku has crated a perfect plant to eliminate its guardian and corrupt the Shikon Jewel so he can use it to control the world, only for the miko to have herself cremate with the jewel. For now, Naraku must wait and prepare his skills.

As Naraku walk in the trail, a voice of a man call out, “Demon, I can sense you!” Naraku turn around and see a monk, whose said, “I sense many demoniac aura on you, demon! What are you?” Naraku chuckle and said, “I’m Naraku, the demon of thousand Yokai! Begone monk, or joined a certain miko I killed years ago.” A part of Naraku think to himself, ‘Why am I taunting about killing Kikyo? I made myself a demon so that she would be mine and mine alone!’ The monk send spiritual energy on Naraku, which destroyed his arm. Naraku was in shocked as he was not expecting anyone to be as powerful as Kikyo, and he can’t die now. The monk send another spiritual energy attack, which send Naraku flying and it was fortunate for him that Naraku was not killed right away, but he still must get away. Naraku wouldn’t dare challenge this monk and he flee into the woods, with the monk calling out to him, “Cowardly demon, you will not escape justice for your crimes for long! I, Miyatsu, will hunt you down to the end of my days!”

After losing Miyatsu, Naraku get a moment to catch his breath. He can’t that they was one more powerful than Kikyo that could post a threat to his plans. Naraku need to eliminate him before the Shikon Jewel can return.

One night, Miyatsu appear at a village and head to the local brothel for the night, with hopefully a beautiful woman as a companion. Miyatsu noticed that everyone seem to go to their beds, and he hope that the brothel is still open for tonight.

As he enter, a woman with unnatural beauty walk up to Miyatsu and said to him, “Welcome, sir. May I entertain you for tonight?” Miyatsu happily said, “Yes, please.” Miyatsu follow the woman, but he didn’t noticed the bodies of other women hidden in another room with a almost closed door.

As Miyatsu feel the woman, one of her body turn into a spike that goes through his right hand, and he quickly fall to the ground in pain. Looking at his wounds, Miyatsu find that it has become a hole on his palm that start to suck everything around him in. As the monk try to stop it, the woman raise and said in the voice of a man as her eyes turn red, “To think that the monk that was chasing me was sinful for women.” Miyatsu realized who the woman really is, “Naraku!” The demon laugh and said, “The Kazaana create a vortex to bring many to you as well suppressed some of your cursed power, monk! Your son and your male descendants will bear this curse, and it will grow big over time until it will sucked you in!” Naraku flee the scene as the Kazaana cause the whole empty village to be suck in.

YEARS LATER....

Naraku lay in wait for the pair coming his way, and he can sense that the taller one is indeed Inuyasha’s brother. That cursed dog demon whose steal Kikyo’s heart and is working with Miyatsu’s grandson with gathering the Shikon Jewel shards. This plan of his will destroyed the blood of two of his hated enemies and he got the attention of the pair, “Pardon me, but are you the mighty Sesshomaru?” Sesshomaru turn and ask Naraku, “Yes. Who are you?” The demon simply reply, “I’m Naraku. I want to help you defeat Inuyasha.”