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Devotion that Withstands Time	By : RougeFugitive Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Phase 19
Move Along
Wednesday, May 2, 2001

A soft breeze passes by you, lightly lifting your hair, scatters the leaves on the ground, and carries away the purplish smoke that’s oozing from the cabin’s chimney and windows. You stare ahead blankly, and let out a yawn. Hopefully, this noxious fume that Totosai had somehow created in his basement isn’t potent enough to take down little birds, and other innocent forest creatures.

“Let’s go! Come on, old girl!” Totosai encourages from inside his old, rusting, faded gray pick-up truck.

You hadn’t noticed because you were frightened, and running from his three-eyed ox, Mou-mou, but Totosai had parked his old pick-up truck behind the shed. The engine jerks to life and begins purring like a lawnmower under Totosai’s encouragement after a few moments.

“This thing looks like it’ll collapse if I slam the door!” Inuyasha scowls, looking over the neglected truck. “It’s going to break down as soon as we get on the street!”

“Nonsense! She only needs a little fill-up, and a station’s down the street!” Totosai says, looking eager to be outside with his truck and ox. Mou-mou had already been led onto the truck’s pick-up with hay. “Let’s go!”

You, Inuyasha, and Miroku, who had spent the night in one of the cabin’s guest rooms, all get into the truck, and Totosai drives off along the bumpy forest path.

You realize this is the only other time you traveled somewhere by car in weeks. You can’t help but miss the smoother ride of the car you and Inuyasha both drove back in Tokyo.

The pick-up truck passes out of the forest and drives along a craggy street. Outside the window, you see grassy plains and cows grazing behind wooden gates in the distance. You remember last seeing cows, besides on TV, on a field trip to a farm you once went to in grade school.

In a way, driving along in Hokkaido is nice, maybe sort of like a vacation. On the other hand, you can’t ignore the itch to have your cell phone and contact Ayame and your other friends and simply chat. Your family would most likely be worried by now if they tried calling multiple times in the last few weeks, since no one would be back at your apartment in Tokyo to pick up. Hopefully, you can find a phone wherever you were going because Totosai didn’t seem to have a phone in his cabin.

After what feels like a half hour passing, the pick-up truck turns into a gas station. The last time you left the cabin was to a convenient store somewhere down the street from the woods. The convenient store seemed to be a shorter distance from the cabin, and plus it was in a town. Despite leaving behind the cows and grassy plains, you can’t see any signs of a town ahead, but instead the start of another forest. Why did Totosai choose to go this way, instead of the opposite direction to town?

The gas attendant, a teenage boy, jogs out of the station to the car and begins filling Totosai’s tank up with gas.

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“Yamada Resort..” You read aloud, glancing from a worn sign to a fair-sized old wooden building before you.

Trees and grass surround the building and only two cars. A SUV and a familiar black van, excluding Totosai’s pick-up, are parked in front of it.

“Great, I haven’t been to a resort with genuine hot springs in years.” Miroku says as you all walk to the entrance.

“Why are you even here? You have a place to stay.” Inuyasha asks, sounding cranky, and probably still annoyed at Miroku for walking into the bedroom without knocking an hour ago.

“I can’t hang out with friends?” Miroku responds feigning sincerity.

“An old friend of mine owns this place, so we’ll get to stay free!” Totosai announces as he opens the door and walks into the resort.

You pause at the entrance to shake and kick a rock out of your sandal. Out of the side of your eyes, you can swear that you see a white blur of a person standing near the corner of the building. However, when you look over, no one’s there, and you can’t find any white or grayish thing that you might have saw instead. Hopefully, you’re just seeing things and you haven’t lost your mind.

“___, hurry up.” Inuyasha says, holding the door open from the inside.

“I’m coming. There was a rock in my shoe.” You reply and walk pass him, stepping inside the lobby of the resort.

“It’s nice that you all finally get here, and I was only informed that you were coming thirty minutes ago.” Sango says standing and revealing her presence from a seat against the wall of the lobby.

“Figures since we were creeping along in that century old rust bucket.” Inuyasha grumbles.

“To what do we owe the pleasure, captain?” Miroku asks Sango pleasantly.

“Because we aren’t scheduled for any jobs this week, I thought it would be better to stay here instead of wasting energy and going back to the city.” Sango answers, lifting her luggage and walking to the front desk behind Totosai.

“…Or you could have just said that you would like to vacation with us and relax in the hot springs here.” Miroku responds and his smile doesn’t falter from Sango’s glare.

“I-I’m sorry, Grandpa Shinosuke is busy right now, perhaps I can help you?” The brunette teenage girl behind the front desk responds. You immediately notice the hot pink scarf tied on top of her head.

“Yes, I’m your Grandpa’s old pal; we go a long way back. If he was here, he’d give me and my freeloaders, er boarders free lodging for a couple days. My house is getting aired out from toxic fumes.” Totosai explains.

“I’m so sorry, but the least I can give you is a discount without my grandpa’s approval…” The girl replies, looking troubled.

“Don’t worry, Koharu, I’ll take it from here.” An old, balding man with a gray ponytail, wearing a dark green yukata says, stepping out of the back room behind the front desk.

The teenage girl, Koharu, looks to her grandfather surprised. “Grandpa Shinosuke, you should be resting!”

“No, no, I’m fine. Go make our guests some tea, Koharu.” Shinosuke says, smiling patiently at the teenager.

“..Yes.” Koharu bows and steps into the back room.

“You’re looking as healthy as a mule, Shinosuke! How about that free lodging?” Totosai says, getting the other old man’s attention.

“Ah, it’s nice to see you again, but no can do. We haven’t had many customers lately, so the least I can give you is a discount.” Shinosuke replies.

“You old cheapskate! Don’t you remember how long we go back or how I helped you out of that snow storm?” Totosai complains, shaking his fist.

“You brought that up the last time you wanted something from me...”

“Excuse me,” Sango says, stepping up to the front desk with a sigh. “I can pay for Mr. Totosai’s boarders, do you accept credit?” She asks reaching into her purse.

“Yes, we accept credit, cash, and checks.”

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You raise the small wooden bucket over your chest and pour the hot water over yourself. The remaining soapsuds and water slide from your feet, spill over wet stone, is drawn to the hollow space beneath the faucet, and goes down the drain. You rinse off and set all of your bathing supplies in your bucket. Inuyasha, while going into the gas station for snacks, was nice enough to buy you a few things and among your favorite candies was a packet of disposable razors.

Hours earlier, upon getting to the bedroom you will be staying in temporarily, you spread out a futon, collapsed onto it and fell asleep. By the time you woke up, it was already dark outside and Inuyasha was sleep on a separate futon near yours.

You set aside your bucket, grab your towel, quickly walk across the cool stone ground, and step into the hot spring. You had been to public bathes before, and while there isn’t anyone else around besides you, bathing outside feels just as public. Also because it’s night and cooler than it was in the daytime, you’re freezing.

Instead of having faucets or showers inside of the changing room, a group of faucets is lined up on the side of building, inside of the closed area meant for the women’s side of the hot spring. A large bamboo wall stands between the men’s side of the hot spring and the women’s side.

You fold and set your towel down on the edge of the spring, and happily ease down into the hot water. You drop your head back onto the light cushion of your towel and stare up at the night sky through the steam rising from the spring. You hear the sound of a door sliding open and shut as a womanly figure steps out of the changing room.

“Good evening, Ms. Sango.” You greet, glancing towards her.

“Good evening.” She replies, walking to the line of faucets and sitting before one. “Are you enjoying your stay?” You hear a faint squeak and a splash of water when she turns on the faucet.

“Yes, I only wish Mr. Totosai could have caused that explosion sooner.” You smile and raise your arm to let water drip and drizzle from it.

“Me too, I hate to admit it, but Hoshino was right. When I received that call that you all were coming here, I turned right around.” Sango admits with a sigh.

“I won’t tell. But... Who’s Hoshino?” You ask curiously.

There’s a short pause along with more splashes. “My subordinate, Hoshino Miroku. I thought you were familiar with him outside of the case.”

“Oh! Hoshino? So that’s his surname.” You say, realizing you were never told or had just forgotten. “It’s funny that I didn’t know, and I’ve known him for a while.”

Moments later, Sango sinks down into the hot spring near you with a content sigh. “How long have you known Hoshino?”

“Since college, at the same time I met Inuyasha. I happened to go out with him first though. It ended horribly.”

“Oh really?” Sango questions, sounding slightly interested.

“Yes, halfway through the date he left me at his apartment with Inuyasha to go out with another girl.” You remember, frowning.

“What? What a jerk.”

“Exactly! On top of that, he’s been with most of my friends and then some! He gets around a lot.. That guy..” You huff and sink down deeper into the water. “…Sorry, you probably didn’t want to know all of those details.”

“No, it’s alright, it’s better that I learn more about my subordinates anyway. Thanks for sharing.” She replies with a smile.

You blink slowly and return her smile with another. “Oh, ok. Then do you want to know a little about Inuyasha?”

“Sure, I really hope to understand them better.”

“Ok. Hm.. I know a lot more about Inuyasha than Miroku. Before now, I had no idea Miroku even had a job… Let’s see... Ok, before Inuyasha joined the police force, he wanted to be a teacher.” You say, tapping your fingers against your chin in thought.

“A school teacher?” She pauses to adjust her position and recline back in the spring without wetting her hair. “I’ve only known him for a few weeks, but I couldn’t imagine that.”

“Yeah, for middle schoolers. I was surprised, too, but he actually passed the test and became a student-teacher for a while.”

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You set your chopsticks down and smile at Inuyasha as he enters the room. “Good evening, teacher!”

“What?” He slides the door shut behind him, and walks pass you to plop down on one of the futons. You notice him wearing a yukata with the resort’s name printed on the back; you’re wearing a similar one. You had found your yukata in the changing room before the hot spring.

After leaving the hot spring with Sango, you returned to your room and found two meal trays set right outside your door. You and Inuyasha both had most likely slept through dinner, and whoever cooked was kind enough to set aside food.

“I was just thinking about how you almost became a teacher.” You set your bowl on top of your plate in a neat pile, and turn to face him. “There’s food.”

“Oh, that.” Inuyasha responds with a grunt and reaches out for a tray. You pass him a tray from the table. He lifts the lid from the soup and sniffs it. “Where’d this come from?”

“I think someone who works here. Someone brought it up while we weren’t here.”

You move from the table to the futon near his, and release your hair from the quick updo you had put it in while at the hot spring. “Do you ever wonder about it? If you had become a teacher?”

“No,” he sets his tray down beside his futon when he finishes eating. “Why? It was stupid, you said so yourself.”

“I meant it was stupid to something that you don’t like when you have plenty of other options.”

Inuyasha reaches out and pulls your futon to lie closer to his. You can’t prevent the smile from forming on your lips when he edges over and kisses you.

“So you don’t ever think about if you had done things differently?”

“… “ He sighs against your neck and presses you down on the futon. “That’s a stupid question.”

Inuyasha stops you from questioning him further with another kiss as he slips your yukata open. You grab the collar of his yukata to pull him down and deepen the kiss, but find your fingers entangled in his thick, damp hair.

You feel his fingertips graze across your ribs, skirt around your breast to trace across the thin scar beginning and fading in parts from the start of your chest to your abdomen. You pull your fingers from his hair and drag his yukata from his shoulders to feel the skin underneath.

While you have a few scars and small remnants of healed cuts and bruises, Inuyasha has none; you notice as you lightly run your hands over his skin. Even when he did happen to scar, it would disappear in a matter of hours.

He pulls his arms free from the sleeves of his yukata as you drag it down to feel along the muscles of his arms. You pull his hand from your chest to lace your fingers with his and feel his rough palm against your soft one. You glance at a mark, a round shaped mark, darker than the surrounding skin, you note after further inspection, on the center of his palm.

“What’s this?” You ask, rubbing over mark with your fingertips.

Inuyasha pauses from nipping and sucking on your neck, which would most likely leave a few marks later, to look at his hand. “… I don’t know... Maybe a bullet.”

“…” You bring his hand up to your lips and kiss the center of his scarred palm lightly. You spread kisses along to palm to his fingertips and notice his breath quicken and ears twitch when you glance up.

He pulls his hand from your loose grip, and presses his lips against yours passionately. You moan softly against his mouth when he begins to squeeze and fondle your breast with his callous hand. His other hand drops down from your side to your hip, then roughly rubs the crotch of your panties as he moves on top of you.

Your breath catches in your throat when he does, and to his surprise, and yours because you can see now that he isn’t anything underneath his yukata, you push him off to slip and wiggle out of your panties quickly. His momentary look of surprise changes into a smirk when you move over him, on your knees and straddle his waist.

Inuyasha pushes himself up, catches your lips in another kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, entangling your fingers in his damp hair again, and return the kiss deeply. He slips his hands inside of your yukata, and squeezes your ass. You break the kiss and gasp when he moves his hand underneath your bottom and fingers your clit.

“Look at how wet you are..” Inuyasha murmurs and moves his hand from underneath you to press against your lips. Panting lightly, you wipe your tongue over his moist fingertips, tasting yourself on him.

Inuyasha releases a low groan, turned growl as he grabs your hips and presses you down against him. With a shaky breath, you can’t help but do as you’re told as you carefully settle yourself onto his dripping member.

It doesn’t take long for your movements to become frantic as you raise and lower yourself on him at a fast pace. Between panting and moaning, you hear whispers of how much you missed this, and gasps for more in the back of your mind, and you agree with the thoughts completely.

“..Not as much as I did.” Inuyasha whispers with a groan.

You open your eyes and look at him dazedly, unintentionally faltering in speed. Did you say that aloud?

Moments later, with a short cry of surprise you find yourself flipped onto your back partly off the futon. You moan, hoping you aren’t as loud as you thought you sounded, as Inuyasha thrusts into you roughly, panting against your neck. Soon after you come to your climax, moaning out his name, to which he follows feeling you clench around him.

He doesn’t make a move to get off you, and you sigh contently, and pet his ears. He isn’t too heavy anyway...

Several minutes later, it only occurs to you then that he didn’t use a condom, and you don’t have any sort of protection.

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