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Flogging Filching Plagiarists	By : sugar0o Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 3458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 2
- 3
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Warning: Mature Content; Language, Low Violence, Sex Content: Lemon+Limes, Vulgarness, M/F, Slight D/s, Oral, Possible OOC, General Insanity. You've been warned.
Montir0o Productions brings you:
Flogging Filching Plagiarists
written by Monti/r0o
beta'd by Tenchi no mai! thank you again!
Chapter 2
Sesshomaru crawled groggily from his bed, hair askew and eyes baggy, the errant arousal from reading last nights fiction had him sleeping fretfully at best and the restless night had not been kind to his required amount of beauty sleep. Reaching over he tapped the refresh button on the fiction page, normally KittyEars’ didn't update so often but one could always hope. Low and behold there was a new chapter. Putting off showering and waking up for a more opportune time he curled back into his blankets and set about reading the new chapter, he didn't have to worry too much about time as his first classes weren't until the afternoon.
The chapter started off well, it was the day after the impulsive tryst between the main characters and they were talking over how their relationship had changed. He liked that, the characters were usually level headed and not impulsive so the fiction was to the point and lacking in unnecessary drama. Reading through the smooth flow of words, suddenly his brain almost derailed as he ran into a terribly misplaced statement. He reread it just to make sure his newly awakened mind wasn't playing tricks on him.
'He reached over, placing a comforting hand on her arm and repeated his assurances that there was indeed a thriving love between them not just momentary lust I LOVE APPLES AND BANANAS!'
He blinked. What the hell? From there it was all down hill. Suddenly the characters were at it again, but rather than the lemon like the previous day this one was awkward, clumsy, fumbling, and the characters were screaming all kinds of cheesy things that made his eye twitch just to read. The normally immaculate grammar morphed into run on sentences, excessive paragraphs peppered with commas, soon all the quotation marks disappeared and dialogue was running in with narration. Then came the terrible, the worst of all errors to the world of writing, the eye burning, mind boggling WALLOFTEXT.
Staring at the page wide eyed he quickly closed it and ran off to go take a cold shower, maybe he was just having a nightmare now like he was having that nice dream last night. The cold shower would wake him up then and all would be right in the world.
The hope that he'd been daydreaming, or perhaps not fully awake and thus resulting in delirium, of which he hoped was the cause of the now glaring WALLOFTEXT was still in fact very much on his screen. Feeling betrayed and hurt, not understanding what had happened to his beloved author, he willed as much negativity as he could away from himself. His shower had helped greatly, the glaring angry massive block of unending writing did not. The letters and some times words just seemed to mash together into something that was just scary, the whole thing had his inner beast even whining. He resolved to leave a review, it wouldn’t be the first time, and he hoped to kami that this type would be a last time, Sesshomaru was not a nice guy in almost any arena.
His own personal account didn't have any fiction as of yet, but he was known on this website as a scathing reviewer. 'BelovedKiller' was often known to not only give reviews that were critical and to the point, but if he found your work lacking, well it had been said that more then a few admins were asked to block him from being able to review. His fingers worked like his own acid tongue and ripped into the author that had been his favored for such a long time. He didn’t bother with name calling or belittling but just the facts. This was just horrid, he'd typed more than once. By the time he was done, he'd given a review that would make a regular paid reviewer cry. He kinda felt proud over that.
Deciding that he'd had enough of this, his day damned near ruined as it was, he made it out of his room early enough to meet Miroku at their local coffee shop. They still had things to talk about in some of their classes, and he himself needed to be on campus by eleven thirty. Getting dressed and leaving before the old man could give him hell Sesshomaru was off to talk to the monk.
***
Kagome had gotten Miroku's class schedule from Sango early that morning and found she had some time to catch Miroku outside of his two o'clock class. She stood leaning against the wall while students filed from the room and finally spotted him at the tail end of the pack, walking beside Sesshomaru. She blushed and looked down hoping he'd still see her despite her less then confidant posture. She'd written a few of her most private unposted fictions with a white haired demon as the lead male, a way of alleviating her crush on her hanyou friends older brother. He was perfect, obviously trained, as was evident by his toned body, and was very intelligent from what she'd heard from people. One of her biggest fantasies was that he would read her stories and like them. But who was she kidding? A guy like him probably didn't have time to sit around reading silly old fiction.
Miroku spotted her and said his goodbyes to Sesshomaru before going towards her. When she noticed him coming, thoughts of being demure and unnoticeable in front of Sesshomaru vanished and the vengeful flames she'd felt for KittyEars the night before came back full force. Oh yes, this was her ticket to payback. The sudden evil gleam in her eyes gave Miroku pause, he pondered how quickly he could run the other way before she caught him. But then, thinking rationally, he realized he hadn't done anything wrong to warrant such ire and decided he was safe in approaching her. A soon as he was in arms reach she seized his hand and he found himself dragged down the hall and thrust into an empty computer lab, her slamming the door behind them. She spun on him with a maniacally gleeful expression and said in hurried hushed tones, "I need your help with something."
His hentai mind couldn't resist making a comment about their secluded setting, "My dear Kagome I never knew.. though I must assure my heart belongs to dear Sango-sama, though I do appreciate your offer." It was a joke but the innuendo was there and he took a mild bit of pleasure in the tensing of her shoulders and the angry shiver of her body, knowing his goading hit the mark, before he braced for the maelstrom to come.
Kagome counted to ten, getting angry and hurting him BEFORE he did what she wanted wasn't a good way to get him to do what she wanted. With that in mind she calmed her nerves and ordered her thoughts. Honestly, her stories even though they were on the world wide web were still somewhat private, the flush sense that she was about to make herself slightly vulnerable to anyone other then Sango unnerved her. Kagome Higurashi while 'shy and meek,' was a solid rock of a being, it could never be said that any taunting or teasing had ever given her pause to shed tears and on more then one occasion she had rained fire and brimstone upon bullies and attackers who thought to tease her. Everyone that knew her knew she was sweet, she was quiet, but if you pushed her too far it was in all likelyhood that she was going to hurt you and you would not be walking properly for a day or more.
Keeping herself calm she began, "Flattery will get you no where, but I'm hoping that a picture will get me what I need from you." she said still keeping her calm, and watching as Miroku's masculine brow arched in question. "Remember when we, Sango, you and myself took that trip last year. You tried to get some friend to come out, but he couldn't so it was just the three of us?" he nodded showing he remembered, he'd of course joked and played with them both, but he'd seriously tried to get into Sango's pants in any way possible, yet Sango had clung to Kagome as much as she could, he'd been very annoyed at Sesshomaru after that for about a day. Either way Kagome kept talking, "Do you remember the picture you took of Sango, the one that she gave you a black eye over?" His eyes rounded, if he remembered correctly he'd some how gotten her naked while changing into a swimsuit. He smiled lecherously.
"My dear Lady Kagome, what are you planning?" he couldn’t help but ask. While he didn't know exactly the details of Kagome Higurashi, he did know she was not the female she always presented to the world, while she wasn't a loose woman, she wasn’t a shy girl either.
“I need you to do some.. hacking,” she started confidently. Knowing he wouldn't do such a thing for no good reason because of it's illegal nature she continued on. “I.. uh... write things.. and post them online, on a small community website. And this jerk.. well he stole it and plagiarized it on another, larger website. I need you to get his ISP and his address and in exchange I might give you the picture of Sango.” She turned her head to the side and shifted her eyes to peek at him from the corner of them, forming what she was hoping was an innocent looking posture. She thought that went well, she'd glazed over it enough to not reveal that her writing fell into the category of erotic and he would most likely help her now. “But if she founds out you have the picture I have no idea where you got it! Kay?” She stated sternly, she needed to add that so she wouldn't be in trouble with Sango herself.
She hadn't known Miroku could move so fast, but he was in front of one of the empty computers in the lab before she could blink. “Easy stuff.” He mumbled, “All I have to do is get into the sites database, just a few admin passwords to hack through before I can get the IP. The phone company's info will be a little more of a pain but still, half hour tops and I've got your guys address.” He was tapping the keys frantically thinking of all the various sizes he could have that picture blown up to. Yes, poster sized naked Sango would look very good next to his bed, maybe he'd have a copy laminated and hang it up in the shower too. His tummy grumbled and he thought maybe he could weasel just a bit more out of this deal, “Uh.. Since I'll be a bit do you think you could throw in lunch?” He grinned sheepishly, “I forgot to pick up something to eat before class.”
Kagome was in such an insanely good mood knowing her revenge was soon to be got, she wrote down the URL for KittyEars profile and skipped from the room to go pick them up some munchies, a grin plastered on her face. The small raven haired girl nearly skipped out to her motorcycle, she'd thought to get a moped but for only a few hundred yen more she was able to get the bike instead, her brother had certainly loved it, not that her mother or grandfather had. She felt a sort of calm on the motorcycle, beyond that it got her where she wanted to be fast, certainly faster then a moped might, and she didn't get stuck like drivers in cars did. She made her way easily to one of the ramen shops near campus, and picked up some oden as well as a few rice balls, and other easy to eat treats, of course being near a college it was dirt cheap and freshly made. All in all the trip only took her forty five minutes total.
What she hadn’t thought about was the fifteen minutes she'd made Miroku wait. While he was an upstanding guy when it came to defending you in any situation, he was possibly the world's biggest pervert. By the time she made it back to him in the enclosed and secluded computer lab, with food, that she should not have in there, he was already half way though one of her older shorter erotic stories. She nearly let the food fall right then and there. She could already feel the hentai coming off of him in waves, it was nearly palpable. Gaining her nerves Kagome steeled herself, she'd known there was a chance he'd see them, now she'd just have to threaten his life, manhood, ‘future children holder's’ -aka his boys-, to make sure he never breathed a word of this to anyone.
Clearing her throat, Miroku looked like a kid that had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It was rare to get the pervert to blush, to see that she had that kind of reaction from her writing she couldn’t help but laugh. Her bell like laughter broke the tension she hadn’t even realized had been created and she walked over with the food. They ate in curious quiet, the other wondering what to do, while she wondered just what she would have to do to keep this under wraps, Miroku wondered more about the enigma that was Kagome. Sure they had been friends for a few years, sure he knew a lot about her, but there were things he obviously was clueless about. This was all just proof. He couldn’t help it he had to ask, the idea of it all was just killing him.
“So...,” Miroku drawled. “You wrote this?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and shifted his eyes between her and the computer screen.
She blushed at his behavior, she couldn't help it. Then she squared her shoulders and readied herself for the barrage of comments sure to come. “Yea, I did. So what of it?” She answered defiantly. Miroku just smiled before turning back to the screen, continuing his slow scroll down the screen as he finished up the end of the fiction. Kagome sucked a noodle from her oden into her mouth loudly, looking at Miroku a little uncertainly. Yes, she loved her stuff and she got a lot of good reviews for it, and sure it was bringing the hentai out in him, but the insecure little part of her that had only posted her fictions on a small site because she wanted it to stay more private needed to know. So it was her turn to ask the question. “So,” she mumbled around her mouthful of noodles, “What do you think?” She hoped this connoisseur of all things perverted thought well of her.
Miroku grinned, who would have thought the five foot nothing miko would have all this in her, if his heart wasn't already set on Sango he might have made other plans for a lady figure in his life, maybe someone shorter then he, bright blue eyes, and striking black hair. He sighed, timing was such a key to life, oh well, he was already happy with his violent lady love. Getting back to what he was reading, he answered her honestly, "While I can see this seems to be a shorter early work, I like the flow of your words, you seem to have a mastery and command of the topic, which is peculiar knowing the source. I must say I’m surprised but in a delighted sort of way. Honestly you might have gotten yourself a new fan-boy." he laughed wholeheartedly making her smile and breath far more easily. If a hentai mind like Miroku liked her work she could honestly say that she was crossing all types of bounds.
Getting over the praise of the situation she'd found herself in Kagome did decide that though she needed the information, it wouldn’t do if the jerk lived in another country, she wouldn’t fly across the world to deal with a lazy bum that couldn't even write their own stories. Seriously that was what annoyed her the most, so she asked, "This jerk? Where is he?" her tone brokered no room for argument. Miroku only smiled.
"Right here in little ole Japan. Got an address and everything." he answered, making the miko smile. He smirked in return. "But..." he started, liking how he now had control over the situation a bit and making her smile turn into a frown.
"But.." she asked in a clipped tone.
"Mmhmm, I'll only give it to you if you promise to write something about a sweet handsome monk who gets seduced by a traveling demon slayer. Preferably a beautiful female slayer." he added watching as her face lit up, a hentai mind could always tell when someone was trying to get out of something sexually, even if it was only erotica fiction. Kagome slumped a bit, but honestly that was doable, besides she was already working on something like that, something she hadn't posted online yet. With a handshake to seal the deal, Miroku went off for his own oden, and gave her the information she really wanted. "It seems like an amazingly small world, and you may not believe this, but the IP addy that I traced for you goes to none other then a Mr. Taisho. I'm sure you know who I’m talking about." he stated like it was business.
Kagome only looked at him funny, "Miroku there are three Mister Taisho's." she stated with clenched teeth trying not to tear him to bits verbally enough to make him cry. Miroku only shrugged, honestly he'd looked he didn’t know which one it was, only that the computer was registered to Mister Taisho. Telling her this, she handed over the picture and they parted ways, Of course she never noticed that the monk had written down the info to her small site, and had already whipped his laptop out to start reading more as she left.
***
On her bike ride home Kagome found herself more than a little stumped. She knew the elder dai, Touga Taisho, had no reason to read or plagiarize her fictions and would never waste his time on such things. Sesshomaru fell in the same category, given her earlier assumption the he would never even read it, seeing is as dribble, he wouldn't bother to steal some of it. That left only Inuyasha. But she couldn't think of him stealing it with no reason. Then it hit her. Her stupid, idiot, best friend never did have good grades, and he was taking a creative writing class this semester. He never said much about it, other than that he was doing well in it and was very proud of himself. Having narrowed it down to him and realizing why the dumbass was doing so well in the class she was overcome with righteous rage. Her grip on the throttle increased and she quickly had to rein in her temper, it would do no good losing her license over him for going 50 in a 25 zone.
Now she had to think. How to sneak into a house full of daiyoukai unnoticed? She needed the element of surprise for this. Making a stop at the hardwear store before she went home she picked up oil, duct tape, some gruesome looking sheers she was sure would be intimidating, and some gorilla glue... just in case, she was sure she could come up with a creative use for it. When she got home she finished up her class work and drifted off into sleepy land, dreaming of revenge on lazy hanyous, an evil grin on her otherwise angelic face.
***
That afternoon, while a monk and a miko met, a teacher was not so pleased with what she was seeing, her one good eye skimmed over the work from the point of 'I LOVE APPLES AND BANNANAS!' on only to see the most bizarre things about her most prized student. Some things were not adding up. Keade made it a point to try and give her students the benefit of the doubt, but she'd been suspicious about a certain hanyou for most of the course. It was true the boy didn't make a fuss in class like that Kouga Wolf, or Bankotsu, no he was actually a decent student in her class. The assignment they were working on had been one of her favorites ever because of the work of this one student, yet this mockery wasn't anything like her prized student.
She sighed reading a rather nasty review as she docked his grade one by one. Honestly she didn't understand it all. Frowning her brows she decided she would use the plagiarism database, if anything from this fiction came from another major, or publicly released fiction it would find it, of course it didn’t pick up on smaller private sites but the chances were small, if anything, that he'd be so stupid as to actually steal someone elses work.
***
Miroku hadn't stopped reading from the moment he parted from Kagome, already he was a fan, becoming slightly obsessed, yet at the same time he couldn't resist. He was going to have to talk to the girl about possibly going into publishing. He was so caught up in reading that he hadn't noticed Sesshomaru coming his way as they decided once more to meet up at the coffee shop. Sharp golden eyes scanned his friend's screen as he walked to his seat at the coffee table. Five Star Fiction stood out from the bold letters of the pages banner and Sesshomaru was intrigued. He hadn't known Miroku read online fiction, but since they had been friends so long he was sure they could pass recommendations back and forth.
”What is it you're reading?” He asked in a neutral tone.
The monk fumbled, nearly choking on his sip of coffee in surprise. Sesshomaru realized then that whatever Miroku was reading had him so engrossed that he hadn't even noticed his presence. Miroku very nearly blushed as he closed his laptop and answered, “It's a fiction called Improbably Desired, you wouldn't know it.”
Sesshomaru, despite the fact that online fiction was his private little indulgence, couldn't resist correcting the monk on the title of his previously favorite story. “You mean Desired Improbably, by KittyEars251.”
Miroku immediately recognized the name of the foul plagiarist (that just so happened to live in Sesshomaru's house) and jumped to the defense of his friend's pilfered writings. “No, KittyEars is a plagiarist. He stole the work from..,” at this moment he paused awkwardly, caught between the conditioned use of his friend's real name and keeping her desired anonymity as a romantic fiction writer. He caught himself before saying her real name, “...Caged Tigress.“ He turned his laptop around, open to Kagome's fiction websites and started pointing out the posting dates and how they were indeed earlier.
Sesshomaru was more than annoyed, his favorite author was a lie and a cheat! Before he could stop himself from moving he pulled Miroku's laptop towards himself and started looking over works he'd never seen before, his sharp eyes catching every detail, every bit that was just like the one he thought he'd known so well. He felt betrayed in a way. His obsession was slowly coming out and he never noticed the perceptive monk's eyes lighting as the human male had realized Sesshomaru had corrected him on the name. He was looking at the demon male in a whole new light and the inu didn't even know it.
Miroku sat there looking at Sesshomaru who's absconded with his laptop, anyone else would have just been thrashed if they had dared touch his baby, the one and only possession he loved more then Sango. No, he wasn't a gamer to that extreme but he didn't pay for college because he had a trust fund like his best friend. The money came from all sorts of things, and most of it, was tied into that computer, the very one being used by Sesshomaru. He looked the taller older male over, really he was so prim and proper, he'd never think that the inu would have a mind out for online smut, well written or not. It made him question if they had more in common then he knew about, or more so what Sesshomaru let on about.
The monk was no fool, he was Sesshomaru's 'wingman,' he'd seen the older males work in action, he knew how the dog got down, or so he'd thought, now he was starting to question. He let a few more minutes pass as he got up to get a refill on his coffee and flirt with the shop girl. Yes, he was all about Sango but that didn't mean he couldn't look. When he came back Sesshomaru was still deeply engrossed in the work he'd read of Kagome's before, the very one that had turned Miroku on as a new fan of hers. Gaining his courage, for it was never a good idea to piss Sesshomaru off, Miroku had to ask, "So,... Just how did you know about this Fanfiction?" He watched as the male tensed as if realizing what he was doing. Miroku chuckled he wouldn’t give Kagome away but that didn’t mean he couldn't torture the young dog.
Sesshomaru wasn't going to answer that, not at all. He was not going to divulge that he was a closet romance fiction reader. No way. He could see it now, the jokes about tubs filled with rose petals, Miroku asking him if he read with a pink fluffy robe on before bed. He wasn't going to let it happen. He was just going to sit there, sip his coffee, and look at the sign for the coffee flavor of the day and read it, over, and over, and over. Who liked cinnamon coffee anyway? ….Or... He could turn the question back on the perv.
With an accusatory glance from the corner of his eye Sesshomaru stared down the monk. “How is it you know about this fiction?”
Miroku grinned cheekily, before answering the stoic male. "Actually the original author seems to have been made aware of her story's doppelganger, seeing as she knew I would be able to find out just who it was that had stolen her work, she came to me this afternoon for help." Answering the question Miroku went for the kill. "Just why do you want to know?"
Caught once again Sesshomaru knew he wouldn’t answer, never, not once in a million years, at least not to the guy he'd known since second grade. "It is of little importance to this Sesshomaru." he easily slipped back into 'jerk-mode,' as Miroku deemed it.
"And that would be why you knew the name and Screen Name of some random fiction author?" the ever sharp monk countered, chuckling as he caught a threatening low growl. Miroku held his hands up in surrender, he knew pushing buttons was fun, but he knew when fun turned into dangerous and this conversation had just made it there. He watched impassively as Sesshomaru clicked away on his computer for a moment, before he heard the chime on Sesshomaru's computer indicating he had mail.
Figuring it out wasn't hard, the sly dog had sent himself a link to get to the original work. He smiled. Kagome was a sweet girl when you got past her shy facade, and when you got to know her more, and from the writing he'd read it was easy to tell she was very passionate. Part of him, playful and wanting to see his friends happy couldn’t help but think what a pair Sesshomaru and Kagome would make. He'd have to talk to Sango about this, she knew Kagome much better then he did, about as well as he knew Sesshomaru.
He wouldn’t mind being an uncle any time soon, and he already knew Touga would be doing a jig for GRAND PUPPIES!, something he'd been fussing over since Sesshomaru hit puberty. He wouldn’t talk about it now, but he was certain as soon as he could he was going to get on the phone with his girlfriend and hatch plans to get the dog and the miko together. Sighing to himself, he knew time for all this had come to an end for now, they had to study, and it was getting later than either of them had planned to be at this.
With that in mind he cleared his throat, and Sesshomaru got the message easily, sliding the laptop over to its owner. They set up shop and spent the next hour or so working through notes and information they had taken in class earlier. When it was time to go, the whole erotica fanfiction thing wasn't brought up at all between the pair, honestly neither wanted to know THAT much about the other, and they both had some reading to do that had little to do with schooling.
***
That night as Kagome slept, dreaming of revenge against her misguided hanyou friend, that same hanyou friend who at this moment sat at his computer about to read the chapter he'd posted the night before and soak in the lavish praise he received in 'his' reviews. Sitting down before his computer in just his boxers and night shirt he started to read. The beginning was good as always for his favorite writer was vividly descriptive and very romantic. As the characters started to get into it he freed his freshly grown hard-on from his boxers and started stroking it. Her writing was his favorite stuff to work himself to, putting himself in the place of the hero and imagining it was him the wild heroine was fucking.
He was a little startled, and almost paused in his rhythmic movements as the characters started talking, shouting, and screaming the most lewd things during their sex acts. Okay, so the author wanted to get a little more dirty, he could work with that. He didn't notice the first bits of grammar errors, the excessive commas didn't bother him, even the quality of the work diving, no plummeting, down into the deep crevasses below the ocean floor didn't bug him too much. The characters were still fucking and he could hardly notice grammar. But even the idiot Inuyasha couldn't ignore the sudden and terribly misplaced bouts that seemingly declared his favorite fruits in italicized capital letters.
Now totally flaccid from the shock he started to scroll down, slowly noticing how the spacing became erratic and misshapen before he ran into the dreaded WALLOFTEXT. It was like a train wreck! What the hell was the author doing? Quickly he went to check on his reviews, hoping against hope maybe not so many people had seen the update. Damn, his good luck was running out, he got even MORE reviews than when the writing was amazing. In a daze he scrolled down reading the various scathing reviews.
'What do you think you're doing? This is terrible, you've let your quality go and I don't think I'll continue reading...', '...awful, absolute drivel, needs to be burned not just go back to the drawing board.' Review after review stated the same thing in different words, maybe 3 out of 50 were supportively critical. He couldn't even get through one review all the way without wanting to cry, whoever BelovedKiller was he really tore him a new one, in more than five hundred words.
He leaned back in his chair staring in shock at the glowing screen in his dark room. His grade, he didn't even want to think about it. It was gone, probably off into the negative numbers and if his teacher saw this? Oh no way. About to close the page he decided to refresh it once more before running to hide under the covers, hoping some wayward reviewer sympathized with his writers bout of insanity and would leave him a good review. He grinned when the number of reviews went up by one and clicked to see what it was. His eyes widened.
Dear Lowlife, I am an admin from . I have informed the mods on this site of your deplorable attempt to pass off 'CagedTigress' beautiful work as your own and I'm sure within a day your author profile will be deleted, but not before you hear my piece... He stopped there not able to read more. He couldn't delete reviews unless he was a mod, if he deleted the story the review would go away but he knew it'd look suspicious. He was stuck now, shot himself in the foot, in a tail spin plummeting towards the unforgiving waves of the ocean. He-was-absolutely-positively-SCREWED.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Inuyasha nearly jumped out of skin as his door rattled with the force of the pounding it received. His father's voice boomed from the other side. “You shouldn't be doing that! Do your homework and go to bed!” What was he doing? He thought as he stared at the door with a flabbergasted expression. It was then a cool breeze reminded him of his previous state of undress, with a blush he tucked himself back into his boxers and continued his mental lamenting over his loss of fiction popularity. His father bounced happily down the hall back to his own room, inwardly giggling maniacally that he'd done such a good job at scaring his youngest son witless.
Touga was happy, one idiot son down, one more to go. He was in fact bouncing down the hall towards his other son's room. When the boys had been younger they had actually shared a single room, after the Mary Poppin's incident, in which case neither was allowed their own umbrellas for a year, they had gotten their own rooms. It had been time, after all Sesshomaru had been seven and Inuyasha had been five, their rooms at that time had been right next door to one another, and even though neither pup liked the other it had been okay for about a year until Inuyasha had managed to dye Sesshomaru's hair neon lime green for Halloween, it was supposed to be a wash out he remembered. It had not been. The elder pup had nearly killed his younger sibling and as a result the elder was moved as far as he could be.
As it turned out putting a study for the two of them between their rooms had been the cure, of course this meant he had farther to walk, but it was all the more fun for the old dog because really, what dog didn’t like a good pounce and chase if need be. As he made his way towards his oldest son's room, he couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into him as of late, the sneaking in late hadn't gone past his notice, nor the arousal that he could scent coming off the pup, FINALLY Sesshomaru seemed to be interested in a female that stayed on his mind longer then just a quick rut. If all things worked out well he'd be getting GRANDPUPPIES soon! He grinned wide at the thought, before sobering himself up, didn't want to give the pup the knowledge that he was about to pounce. Somewhere in the back of his mind his grand pup happy inu was reminding him of his own sire and his need for grandpups, but Touga didn’t listen, he couldn’t wait for grandpuppies, and if he could get Sesshomaru's female in the house he'd lock her with his son in the boys room with only a way to give them food until he was certain she was pupped.
Stealthily making his way towards the door, hoping to catch the pup in an embarrassing moment, because lets face it he lived for that nowadays, he launched himself at the door and burst in hoping to scare his son, sadly he didn’t seem to have any luck, the pup wasn't even the room. Scowling darkly at all his unnoticed work Touga stalked off to find out where the boy was. It was getting late and he shouldn’t be out this time of night. As it turned out Sesshomaru had in fact known his father was coming, using a trick he'd learned long ago, he'd darted out the window before closing it securely, and getting atop the roof of their home. He'd spent many night on the roof, not being one to give into cold very often, he was simply, enjoying his time reading through 'CagedTigress'' works. He had always assumed the author was a female, and having talked to Miroku he'd been given a glean into the fact that she was in fact a she.
He smirked wondering what kind of female she was, She knew Miroku, a noted pervert, knew of his computer skills, not something a lot of females knew. She was obviously very passionate. He sighed. Perhaps she was like those she wrote about. He tried to lay out all the female leads in her stories, seeing what they had in common and tried to analyze them into a profile of sorts. Sadly the author, CagedTigress was just too good at making characters that were nothing alike yet all the same in different ways. He spent the next hour or so reading and eventually looking out at the moon before deciding it was time to head to sleep, he was certain that by now the old dog had finally gone to bed, and for that he could now finally go as well.
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AN: it gets better...muwhahahahahaha hope you like it! - r0o
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