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Movie House Hanyou	By : Numisma Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 34577 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There were no words proper enough in either language Kagome understood to clearly express the level of shock that had nearly left her speechless and frozen in place at what she had just heard pour forth from the young man kneeling before her.
For a moment, she almost forgot to breathe.
When she tried to speak, her throat choked up. The words she wanted to speak, the questions she wanted to ask, dried up and died before she could voice them, her tongue going dry as her adrenal system slowly shook her into panic.
Instead of trying to break the silence, she glanced around with frantic chest heaving at everyone in the room. Everyone�s gaze was set on her and Inuyasha. She met his eyes again and--
Something beneath his bandana moved, ever so slightly, immediately drawing her attention upward. Her eyes widened even more as she stared. A high pitched, strangled squeaking sound managed to make it past her lips.
Inuyasha slid the coiled grips of his hands upward to her wrists and tightened them, his facial expression still one of anticipated dread. When she still did nothing, he attempted to pull her hands away from where she now knew he did not have ears. She resisted slightly, the muscles in her arms full of tension and rigor.
�They�re on top of your head? How is that humanly possible?� Kagome managed to squeak out as her gaze went back to meet his, a scared look in her eyes.
Inuyasha winced inwardly and flattened his ears against his head beneath the bandana. �It�s NOT!� he snapped with a snarl, his face contorting into a veneer of anger.
With frightening quickness, he tore her hands fully away from his head and sent her backwards onto Kouga�s waterbed, flat on her back, her arms bent at the elbows and her wrists pinned on either side of her head. His long hair flew waywardly as he settled most of his weight upon her-- by straddling her waist.
�What the--� Kagome managed to utter in surprise when she roughly hit the water mattress with a strange sounding smack, astonished at his actions, his speed, his reaction to her feeble question� and the fact that the manner in which he was currently holding her down was a bit more than compromising. At impact she firmly shut her eyes for a moment, feeling woozy due to the action�s suddenness.
�Whoa, guys, what�s going on--� Yura cut herself off as she came down the stairs and glanced upon the scene before her: Inuyasha on top of a girl --she must be the Kagome the guys had been talking about upstairs-- on her boyfriend�s waterbed with his hair splayed all across his back and beginning to curtain along the sides of his head, the barely stirring form of Hiten on the ground --he must have been the �asshat� in need of removal-- and Kouga, Sango, Miroku, and Chelsea staring somewhat apprehensively at the two and then glancing at each other, not daring to speak.
Did she miss something?
�Uh, guys?� She blinked, an inquisitive look upon her face. Kouga and Miroku turned at her calling but had no words for her; they felt the current scene more than self-explanatory.
Their hanyou friend turned his gaze away from Kagome�s deer-in-headlights expression to look at everyone in a flash of panic crossed with a clear cover up of fury. �Sango, Chelsea, Yura� make yourselves useful and drag Hiten outta here. Or� something! Kouga, I need you to�� he trailed off, his voice mostly able to hide its slight tremble.
His female friends thankfully did not question him and went upon dealing with Hiten. Kouga crossed his arms, looking annoyed, and shook his head disapprovingly, his eyes narrowed. Miroku simply made himself a non-participating spectator, hoping he would be able to remain so.

Shit, how am I gonna do this?! Inuyasha thought to himself, panicking. Disturbing images and sequences from his nightmare only two and a half weeks ago came broiling back, as if they had been a hidden sign that what had just happened was going to happen in the first place. I should have known something would happen! What if she screams? What if she runs? What if she�s like all the others? What if she� rejects me?
He wanted to run off and hide from everyone forever, if only so that tonight he wouldn�t have to expose his true nature.
Inuyasha shut his eyes tightly at that last thought. He didn�t like the term he�d just used� true nature. It had such a negative stigma.
It made him sound like he lived a life of duplicity, wherein one life was of a polished up, socially acceptable figure while the other life was of a character who needed to be locked away for being a psychopath, or a serial killer, or� any number of a great many figures.
Almost like Hannibal Lecter - that famed fictional psychiatrist who had kept his cannibalistic and insane nature hidden well enough until he had tried to kill and eat the wrong man.
Was it really a crime to be different and have to masquerade as a �normal�? That�s all he was even doing! What did he ever do to deserve persecution his entire life? He was just a centuries-old hanyou who wanted to co-exist peacefully� okay, semi-peacefully, but it�s not like he had plans to do anything to others that would endanger himself to the risk of exposure, so technically it was �peacefully.�
�Uh�.� He swallowed down some bile. Aside from the physical efforts of the women dealing with Hiten and DJ [spacebar]�s currently spun music trickling down from upstairs, all he heard was the almost frantic but painfully slow heaving of Kagome�s chest.
Glancing back at the drunken girl beneath him, then at the two bed corners almost within her arms� reach were they to be outstretched, Inuyasha noticed the leather wrist restraints that were attached to the frame of each corner by strong leather buckled straps and swivel clamps. An idea, one that could easily be misconceived as his sexual deviancy at work, popped into his head.
�Kouga,� Inuyasha ordered, still staring at Kagome, fixing his expression into a mock glare. "Put her wrists in those leather restraints, and buckle �em tightly.� I can�t keep her from screaming, but if she�s tied to the bed, she can�t boot me off and run.
Kagome and Kouga both yelled out, �WHAT?!� almost at the same time.
�Oh, no. NO. You two are NOT going to have sex on my waterbed, and that is final,� Kouga muttered, his voice seething.
The couple on the bed tensed up, particularly Inuyasha. Raising his voice incredulously, his eyes widening in shock and embarrassment at what Kouga had just more than insinuated, he turned his head to glare at him and countered, �What the-- Fuck, man!� His voice cracked at the word �fuck.�
He bared his fangs; Inuyasha was pissed, and when Inuyasha got pissed, people got hurt or things got destroyed. �Kouga, bind her goddamn wrists with �em, or I will pop your precious waterbed with my fuckin� claws, do you understand?!� he snarled.

WHAT did Kouga just say about-- wait, did Inuyasha just say �claws�? Kagome managed to ask herself, despite her shock and embarrassment, both from the situations at hand --particularly Inuyasha�s strange intentions-- and at Kouga�s insinuation. Claws? He referred to his own fingernails as claws? Granted, he�s not Howard Hughes, but still, they slash through plastic like nothing. Are they really� claws?

�You wouldn�t, Inuyasha,� Kouga countered back at him, feeling the slightest bit unsure, his eyes shifting away from the sight before him.
�I fucking will, you fuzzbutt, if you don�t do as I say,� Inuyasha retorted, his voice raw, a rumbling growl escaping his throat directly afterward.

Oh my goodness, he�s growling again, Kagome thought in shock. What is it with Inuyasha and growling?

�Kouga, we�re going to drag him upstairs and out the door, okay?� Sango called down from the top of the stairs.
�Yeah, fine, whatever, Sango. Kick him in the gut for me, would you?� he answered in a yell in their direction. After a sigh, he closed his eyes in exasperation and turned to look at Miroku, who simply backed away innocently. Looking back at the hanyou astraddle and hunched over Kagome, nostrils aflare and fangs visible between his lips as he glared and growled right at him, Kouga threw his hands up in the air. �Fine!�
Inuyasha stopped growling and simply narrowed his eyes further in a look that dared him to make the wrong move.
The girl beneath him sucked in her breath.
Kouga stepped up to the waterbed�s boxframe corner closest to Kagome�s right wrist, Inuyasha�s furious golden eyes seamlessly tracking his very move as he approached. Her drunkenness leaving her unable to speak intelligible protests for the moment, Kagome simply struggled in vain to wrest her arms free from Inuyasha�s firm grip as he stretched one wrist out toward the corner, within the restraint�s reach.
Inuyasha felt like he and Kouga were hospital attendants trying to strap a delirious and strung out Sara Goldfarb�s wrists into leather cuffs that would bind the woman�s limbs to the side railings of her gurney, the way Kagome kept uselessly trying to flail her arms about and to free herself from his tight grips upon her wrists. The fact that Kagome was drunk added to the illusion�s realness. But, eventually, Kouga and Inuyasha had Kagome�s wrists bound and buckled within the two bondage cuffs, effectively lashing her wrists to the corners of the boxframe with little enough room to put a stop to her flailing limbs.
Kouga stepped back again to his original spot, shaking his head with a sigh and wondering what he had done to deserve this.
Inuyasha sat back onto his haunches, continuing to pin her down with his thighs hugging her just above the hips and his rear weighing down her entire pelvis, his hands on his thighs above his knees like they had been earlier.
Miroku tilted his head forward and placed his face in his right hand for a moment in exasperation before continuing to watch the impending scene before him. What an over-reactive idiot, he thought to himself. He�s probably scaring her shitless. A lot of good this�ll do him.
Flat on her back, Kagome apprehensively tugged at the bindings on her wrists, her eyes juttering from side to side. They gave her about three inches of slack before holding firmly in an ungiving manner. Feeling trapped, her mind began to wander, drudging up a myriad of racing thoughts of both the sensible and paranoid persuasion.
From astraddle her waist, Inuyasha watched her facial expression carefully, waiting for her to calm down before he would bring his hands up to the back of his head. He didn�t know what she was thinking, but he had a pretty good idea.
She tugged at the restraints again, pulling down hard, then twisted her fingers around the lashings that connected the black leather, fur-lined and bulky cuffs to the corners of the boxframe, gripping onto the lashings like they were the chains on a swing at a playground she was sitting on. Strangely, it was comforting, having a firm grip. She didn�t know why, nor did she care; the comfort was there and slowly growing, and that was all that mattered. Licking her lips, she tried to calm herself.
She looked at Inuyasha and noticed the intense stare he seemed to be giving her. It sent a cool shiver throughout her. She stopped tugging and relaxed her arms. They ached from the earlier muscle tension. Her breathing became a bit less labored sounding.

What�s he going to do? Why�d he put me in restraints? Why does he have to� have to be practically wrapping his legs around my waist like that? His crotch is right by my-- Kagome closed her eyes and tried to fight off the mental images - of her Inuyasha, in those black leather pants, and-- He could do anything he wanted to me right now, if he so wished, if he so desired� if he could get away with it.
She steadied her breathing at the thoughts of less than innocent goings on and, whimpering, licked her lips again. They kept going dry, no matter how often she wetted them. Somehow the thought of Inuyasha touching her, of his fingers dancing upon her skin, of his crop smarting the tops of her thighs or the palm of his hand leaving her ass rosy, of being the object of his attentions with no hint or possibility of escaping or being able to push him away made her startlingly choke on her own breath for a moment as heat pooled between her legs, right beneath where he was sitting upon her.
In the middle of bringing his hands to the back of his head, as she had seemed to be calming down, Inuyasha furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell is she doing? After more careful scrutinizing as she gasped again and finally opened her eyes once more to stare at him, he flared his nostrils and took in a deep breath. Fuck, why NOW did I have to discover another turn on of Kagome�s? This is just greaaaaaaaat, he bitched to himself, rolling his eyes.
�I-Inuyasha,� she finally uttered, the word like a tiny figure using rock climbing gear to make its way up her throat and finally reaching the back of her teeth to stand upon her tongue and go rap-rapping and tap-tapping upon the moist enamel that blocked its path, doing everything short of commanding �Open, Sesame� to her jaws.
Her voice sounded like it was breaking up. His eyes met hers again. Blood pumped rapidly through her veins, so loud she could hear her own heartbeat. He just seemed to stare at her, his arms back down at his sides.
�What are you going to do?� she asked with apprehension.
�Inuyasha, will you stop dragging this out and show her?� Miroku cut in, catching both of them off-guard.

Show me what? Hi-his ears? Humans don�t have ears on top of their heads!! The thoughts racing through Kagome�s head returned to more important and stress-inducing matters. She squeaked. Is that what he�s planning on doing?

�Shut up, Miroku,� he snapped at his friend in a huff, locking his gaze on Kagome�s face, studying everything that flashed by, whether it remained or was ever fleeting. Something in him broke. She looked more than remotely like she had in his nightmare� forlorn. Apprehensive and aroused, but still, very much forlorn. Almost scared. I�m sorry, putting you through this, but you don�t know how scared I am of losing you like I lost all the others.
Finally Inuyasha bowed his head slightly with shut eyes and said in a low, soft voice, �Kagome, please, please don�t scream.� Then his hands went back up toward the back of his head, going for the knot of his bandana.
While he was working at the knot, no doubt trying to keep from slashing the thing to pieces, Kagome slowly digested his words, alarms ringing in her head. This is not good. Inuyasha never says �please.�

After much delicate and intricate tugging, he had the bandana unknotted. The bandana now draped unbound over much of his hair. Clawed fingers clamped onto a random section of the material, and then he yanked it off.
Kagome stared.
She craned her neck forward, straining the muscles in her neck from the uncomfortable angle, to get a better view of whatever it was that Inuyasha meant for her to see, but all she saw was his silvery white hair spilling everywhere behind him, the ever present shaggy bangs hiding his eyes as his head remained tilted forward.
There was no sign of any human flesh poking out from atop his head� just some white, pointy, fuzzy triangular things-- wait a minute� what the hell were those?
�Huh?�
She squinted her eyes a bit to help focus her vision, hoping she was just seeing things. It only made her eyes and head hurt. Blinking several times, she suddenly said the first thing that came to her mind.
�Dog ears.�
Wait, that didn�t sound right. How� blunt. Kagome settled upon rethinking how to go about approaching the subject. Like, some method that did not involve simply blurting out what she saw on top of his head.
The two fur-covered appendages upon Inuyasha�s head twitched in response to her words and turned toward her. Inuyasha himself remained in place, slightly trembling as he tensed up, his breath heavily restrained.

Oh my-- they moved! �Uh, Inuyasha?� she asked, wide eyed.
�What?� He did not lift up his head to look at her. In fact, he almost seemed to tilt his head forward even more to hide his face from her line of vision.
�Err, are those cosplay ears?�
He seemed to bristle. The two males off to her right stifled some snickers as best they could so as to not attract attention. While the ears did not turn toward the snickers, they did perk at attention stiffly. �No, they are not,� he answered slowly and patronizingly, his voice straining as though his patience were being tried by a young child who knew nothing of what she was talking about. Well, at least she didn�t scream.
The ears turned away from her and flattened against the rest of his head, almost becoming hidden, the action reminding her of a pissed off horse. They were only slightly lighter colored than his hair, and of a much more stark white than the silver of his tresses.
Kagome eeped and tugged on her restraints until she had no leeway left. In response, his left ear turned toward her again, while the other remained in place.

Okaaaaaaaaaay. If they�re not cosplay ears, and they can move arbitrarily, then� �You have dog ears.� Kagome mentally smacked herself for her oh-so-intelligent repetition of her earlier statement.
After another set of stifled snickering from the two males subsided, Inuyasha finally looked at her, the other ear turning its attention toward her again as well. �I believe that�s already been established, Kagome,� he replied with a sigh, his expression unreadable.
Shifting her gaze off to the side for a moment to gather her wits without having to look at him stare at her like that, Kagome began yet again. �You have dog ears.� As in, �why do you have ears like those of a dog?� As in, �not-human ears, but cute little puppy ears-- wait, where did that come from?!� Shaking off that last random thought, Kagome accompanied her still rehashed statement with a pointing gesture as far as the lashings would let her reach toward him.
�Uh, yes, yes I do,� he promptly and sardonically answered, smirking as he shook his head up and down vigorously in a mocking manner. It took much self-restraint to keep from rolling his eyes at the idiocy of her statements. �What the fuck did you expect to see after I told you I had ears on top of my head? Certainly not those of a human, could you have?� He quirked an eyebrow.
�I� don�t know. I just�� she trailed off nervously. She felt really, really stupid. And naïve. He said it was not humanly possible for ears to be on the top of his head.
Err. �Dog ears.�
And redundantly brain dead. Worse than a broken record, she had just proven herself to be. If she could have smacked her forehead right then and there, she would have done so. Again she damned the restraints.
Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest and sunk his weight even farther upon her. �Does this bother you or something?� He narrowed his eyes. Damn, she�s really taking this well. Will I actually luck out? he mused with worry.
�It�s not that. I just can�t figure out how you could have gotten those through genetics. Do Icelandic people secretly share genes with dogs?�
�Iceland?� Kouga asked with a snorting laugh before the hanyou could answer. �Inuyasha, what in the fuck did you tell her, that your dad was from Iceland or something?�
Inuyasha flattened his ears against his hair, Kagome marveling in their action again, and turned to glare at Kouga, looking clearly annoyed. �Yes, I fucking told her my father was Icelandic. You think I was about to tell someone who spoke Japanese that he was an inuyoukai?�
�Your dad was a� what? A dog demon?� she asked in surprise, not sure she had heard him correctly. However, if he was telling the truth, at least it would explain why he had such cute, adorable, pettable-looking puppy ears-- wait, what was she thinking?! No, no calling the cute, adorable puppy ears pettable� even though she felt the urge to rub her fingers around the velvety looking ears that kept flicking back and forth atop his head-- no! Damnit, stop thinking about touching the soft puppy ears! she berated herself.
�Yes! He was!� Inuyasha snapped with shut eyes, irritated and livid. �How is it you�re so dense you actually believed me when I said he was from Iceland?!� He flared his nostrils and snorted in disdain, ignoring her shock at his outburst. Facing the ceiling, he continued his antagonizing yelling.
�Do I actually look Icelandic?, No, I DON�T. Fuck, I�m surprised you never questioned me about what the fuck my first name actually MEANS! Yes, my goddamn name means �dog demon,� okay?! How much more obvious can it get, Kagome, huh?� He immediately bowed his head to hide his eyes and curled one hand into a loose fist, his claw tips barely touching each other. I shouldn�t be yelling, I know I shouldn�t, but I can�t help it.
Kouga�s upper lip twitched in annoyance. Hurry the fuck up, you two. He crossed his arms and drummed his fingers upon his elbows tediously.
Yet again, Kagome began to feel immensely stupid, enough so that she ignored the harsh tones and inflections that Inuyasha�s words had been spoken with and concentrated only on the fact that she really had to have been incredible dense not to have wondered about the �uniqueness� of his name or whether his father really was from Iceland or--
Her head throbbed with an ache, and her self-demeaning thoughts became somewhat muddled and fuzzy. A flash flood of feebleness swept over her whole body, making her feel groggy and barely able to move.
�You�re a hanyou?� She was only mildly familiar with the term, but she knew more about Japanese mythology than the average �American� teenager.
The hanyou straddling her waist met eyes with hers. His face almost looked sad. He nodded wordlessly.
She had to close her eyes. The light was becoming painful for her sight, and his stare was a bit intense. �Uh, I honestly didn�t know youkai and hanyou were real, didn�t think they were real,� she uttered softly, drawing out all her vowels as if she was newly drunk all over again. She felt tired. It would be so nice if she could just stay right there and sleep till morning came--
Er, well, maybe not. She doubted she could sleep comfortably with Inuyasha sitting on her like that all night long and putting such immense amounts of pressure upon her bladder--
Speaking of which, she really needed to pee. It was amazing she hadn�t felt it earlier, but right now, she felt like if Inuyasha�s ass put any more pressure upon her pelvis, she�d burst.
�Yeah, well I�m real,� he replied cautiously. He�d calmed down a bit. Both clawed hands were resting upon his thighs now. His ears were at ease for a moment before going back and lowering slightly. He felt uneasy. What would she say next?
�I-Inuyasha, I kinda don�t feel very well,� she mumbled in a whiny tone. �I wanna go home.�
�Well, no shit you don�t feel well. You�re piss drunk,� Kouga muttered before Inuyasha could respond.
�I gotta say I find it amazing you can actually enunciate anything properly,� Miroku added hesitantly, finally daring to say anything.
�Inuyasha,� Kouga continued, the hanyou glaring at him, �take Kagome and leave. If you ever bring her to another one of my parties, she is to remain sober, or I immediately kick her out. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Do you understand?�
�Can we please leave? I gotta pee, and I feel sick, and really sleepy, and stuff,� Kagome mumbled sleepily. Despite what the guys probably thought, she did not feel as comfortable as it probably looked like she did.
Inuyasha glanced at her again. What a hell of a rough night she was having, he thought. Turning back to Kouga, he narrowed his eyes at him once again and sneered, shaking a semi-menacing, claw-tipped finger at the furry while shaking his head in a warning manner, also making sure to pull his lips back to show off his fangs. Granted, Kouga had seen them plenty of times, but it was force of habit.
�Yeah, fine, we�ll leave, Kagome,� he grumbled loudly. However, despite his tone of voice, he was actually glad to leave. He was also happy that Kagome seemed to have not rejected him.
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A/N: I initially did not intend to end the chapter here, but I�ve taken such a long-ass time in getting this much written that I decided to just chop things in half, push everything else back a chapter, etc. gomen gomen, but I have been super busy with schoolwork. I�m a college student taking six classes, six days a week. Forgive me for having a life. Also, I would like to cite that Kagome�s repeated �dog ears� comment pattern was loosely based off a section of chapter 3 of Lady Penguin�s Kouga/Kagome fic Basio Lupus. I personally think her version is better (constantly telling a guy who�s right next to you that he�s naked, and him acting like it�s nothing, is absolutely hilarious), but hey. Anyhoo, I wanted to cite this just because it was er, more than just inspiration, and I am giving her the credit for that.
Also, KrisCynical, who�s known for the gorgeous fanart she�s done for The Lucky Ones, Hello Again, and Broadway Baby, has started doing fanart for Movie House Hanyou. These are the first of many:

Http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10445306/

Http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10603624/
Lastly, sublimetrickster did three pieces of fanart from chapter 18 and colored one of them:

Http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10410521/

Http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10266633/

Http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10266767/

Http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10660658/
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