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Not Exactly a Win-Win Situation	By : Ettophe Category: InuYasha > General Views: 24735 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 - Emergence

The protective bubble of shielding unexpectedly burst, allowing the warm spring water to rush in and envelop their naked bodies. She wasn't expecting to be so far underwater, and she kicked quickly for the surface. Her head broke the surface with a loud splash and gasp for air, but she noticed her new ally was nowhere to be seen. She turned in a quick circle before diving back under to look for him. She was surprised to see him treading water alongside her just under the surface in complete calm, and she accidentally sucked in some water before she surfaced, coughing and sputtering.

His face emerged from the warm spring and he easily swam to the edge before climbing out. She averted her eyes, embarrassed at the sight of his butt.

"Come out and dry, Kagome." His voice was too close, and when she glanced up at him, she was surprised yet again by his appearance.

He had a tall, lithe frame, moderately broad shoulders tapering to a trim waist, and was nearly completely hairless except for his head, which left him completely bare to her gaze.

"What... where did...? Huh?" Her half-formed questions were nearly unintelligible. She stared in disbelief. He seemed to have no gender, just a blank mound of skin like a Ken doll.

Did she imagine everything? Was it all some hallucination? Maybe a drug-induced fever dream where she repeatedly had mind blowing sex with a male version of herself...

She pinched herself. Not dreaming.

"You have friends searching for you, I believe... and this form,” he gestured downwards, "is likely to appear far less threatening to you than a male would be."

"Er, yes... I had a friend waiting close by while I bathed, but he shouldn't have needed to go far to search for me if I haven't gone anywhere..."

He shrugged. "I can tell they are in the area, but not very close."

Kagome looked up at him warily. "Are you a shapeshifter?"

"Somewhat. My male parts can be hidden away. I can adjust my physical structure and general appearance to better fit the needs of the moment, like female parts to entice my male supplicants."

'Male... supplicants...' she thought. Unbidden, a brief image of Inuyasha intimately entwined with this male flashed through her mind, and her cheeks flushed red.

Pan lifted her from the water and draped a towel across her shoulders as she attempted to pull her wayward brain out of the gutter. He hummed thoughtfully as he absently dabbed at the droplets of water still clinging to her skin with the trailing end of the towel. "My body simply has many features that are most ideally suited for my nature, and the most efficient rituals included multiple partners simultaneously," he randomly offered, and her brain tripped over itself in surprise.

"How often? Do you need to have ...those... any rituals I mean..." She couldn’t quite form a straight sentence as the color rose on her cheeks.

"Under normal circumstances, I could probably survive for some months in a stasis. Rituals in the temple were performed daily, however."

"Daily!?"

He tilted his head and regarded her for a moment. "You are an intensely magical creature, Kagome. I would be honored for your participation once per week."

Her face flamed red and she waved her hands at him as though warding him off. "N-no, I mean - I can't -"

"Hm, well..." he tapped his lip and cast his gaze thoughtfully around the clearing. "I imagine I can find new supplicants in this region who will make occasional offerings. I will not impose upon you if you are averse to the idea."

She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Maybe it was a lingering side effect of their joining, or the fact that he was literally made from a part of her body and he had used her magic to rebuild himself, but she felt like she... owned him.

'How bizarre... you can't own a person,' she reminded herself firmly, absently tucking the towel around her torso.

She looked at the curve of his face and the gleam of his black hair. It was so strange how much his appearance resembled her own. Thankfully, he didn’t look like her brother, and her father had died so long ago she had no real recollection of what he’d looked like aside from a few faded photographs. She stared at his eerily familiar eye color as he turned back to gaze at her and felt a solid responsibility for this magical creature. 'Yes, responsibility. Not ownership.' She felt silly thinking this to herself, but she was unnerved by that vague possessive leaning of her brain.

"KAGOMEEEEE!!!" The distant shout immediately brought her wayward thoughts into less dangerous territory as she twisted around to look for her absent guardian.

Inuyasha landed in the clearing on full alert with his sword drawn and took quick stock of the two standing some distance apart next to the water. She was calm and clean and wrapped in a towel, so the individual standing next to her was immediately dismissed from his most pressing concerns.

"Where were you?! You were getting out and I thought you were getting dressed but then you just weren't here anymore..." He looked angry and confused. "You were just gone! No trace that you had walked anywhere! No scent trail, nothing! You've been missing for hours!!" He stomped in obvious frustration, and his hair seemed more wild than usual.

"And who the fuck are you?!" He shouted, whirling to wave his sword at the stranger. "Why are you standing around Kagome with no clothes on?!?"

The stranger turned slightly to appraise the male yelling at them, giving Inuyasha a better view of his gender neutrality that surprised the hanyou and cut off whatever accusations of perversion he might have conjured for exposing the miko to such nudity.

Inuyasha's nose quivered and his ears twitched. This male smelled weird. A whole lot like Kagome, and ...something else...

His eyes dilated, and he took an involuntary step toward the not-Kagome before he visibly shook his head and covered his nose with the sleeve of his fire rat haori. "What the fuck?"

Something was wrong about this guy. He smelled vaguely of sex and something else that reminded Inuyasha of a female in heat. He had a brief thought of leaping upon him and forcing him to his hands and knees, so he could kneel behind him and...

"...and I'm fine now," her voice broke through his thoughts and brought his attention back to her. She was wearing only a towel, clutched with one hand below her chin as she watched him intently. "…Are you ok?"

She stepped closer with concern on her face and he backpedaled quickly to get away from her. He had an unbelievable urge now to yank her toward him, rip the towel from her body and act out every fantasy he'd ever conjured in his darkest thoughts.

"Yeah, fuck -put some clothes on!" He stepped backwards again to put more space between them, his gaze darting quickly between the two dark-haired people looking at him with such intent blue eyes. Kagome's was one of genuine concern, and the other was assessing, calculating, inviting.

The stranger knelt to collect the folded articles of clothing from the grass at his feet and held it out for Kagome to take, and Inuyasha scowled at the maybe-male acting so familiarly with his friend.

Oblivious or uncaring of the strange tension in the clearing, Kagome quickly shimmied into her underwear and slid her skirt on beneath her towel. She deftly slid her arms through her bra straps before pulling a shirt over her head. Once she had most of her clothes in place, she removed the towel that had preserved her modesty and handed it to Pan for him to use as she zipped and fastened her outfit.

He patted himself dry and handed it back to her.

She was a visibly embarrassed. "Can you maybe... cover yourself with it? Most people in this area don't usually see so much skin."

He glanced down at the long expanse of her bared legs and lifted an eyebrow.

"Well, at least cover your butt? A waist wrap could be a start..."

A look of concentration briefly crossed his face before a shimmering white fabric fluttered across his shoulder and hips, belted at the waist with a dark, braided leather cord. 'Either he is truly reading my mind or he's actually some Mediterranean deity...'

"Inuyasha, this is... well..." she hesitated. "We are calling him Pan. He is here because Naraku nearly killed him, and I helped him."

"Helped him, how? I don't see no injuries." He scowled at the newcomer in suspicion, his senses on high alert especially after seeing he could magic clothes into place.

"Can we head back to camp first? I'd rather tell this story once..."

"In a moment of weakness, I was consumed by this monster you call Naraku."

Inuyasha jumped to his feet. "Fuck, he's a detachment!?"

"No, Inuyasha! Not like that. Take a seat!" She said, with strong emphasis on the final word as a reminder that she could have said it a different way for a more immediate effect. The water was nearly boiling, and Kagome was rummaging around in her pack for noodles and tea.

"I believe Kagome pulled my spirit free from him some time ago, and then she recently helped me to recover my body by gifting me with portions of her magic."

Miroku stroked his chin thoughtfully, observing their new ally with his eyes and his senses. "Yes, I can see definite signs of Kagome-sama's magic throughout your aura. But, recovered your body? What do you mean?"

Kagome blushed and clamped her mouth shut, not wanting to answer that one. Pan had an easier time replying.

"I'm not entirely certain, for I have never been reduced to such a state before." His expression became a little confused and wistful for some unknown reason.

Kagome tried to control the reddening of her face. "My magic... it seemed to help him reform his body. It took a bit of time, and I'm pretty worn out, but he is nearly whole again."

Inuyasha scoffed and muttered something under his breath about their new ally missing the most important parts.

Kagome shot him a warning look and shoved a bowl under his nose, hoping he would be distracted by noodles long enough that he wouldn't accidentally drag the conversation down a path where she didn't really want to give extensive details. He growled in annoyance and leapt upwards to perch on a branch far overhead.

She fed Shippo next, and he ate while coloring a picture, not terribly interested in the adult conversation. The newcomer didn't bother him too much. His scent was so like Kagome's that he found it hard to be wary or suspicious, but he preferred to stay on the opposite side of the campfire anyways.

She handed the next bowls to Miroku and Sango. They looked interested but wary of the stranger in their midst. Kagome's calm demeanor, however, was helping to ease the tension around the campsite.

She filled a bowl for their guest and knelt to hand him the soup, frowning when he shook his head. He shrugged apologetically. "I don't consume foods."

With no one left to serve, she just folded her feet beneath her and sat beside Pan. "So, all you consume is energy and magic?"

He made a small sound of consideration. "No, there are a few other insignificant things I can take in for sustenance, but it's unlikely these will be things you offer for dinner."

"Oh." The natural hostess within her reared at this slight to her ability to provide for her group. "Maybe you can give me a list of what you like, and we can try and offer it in the future." When he glanced over at her and responded with a half smirk, she blushed, but she wasn't sure why.

Miroku cleared his throat. "Your energy signature feels much like Kagome's. Not quite as bright, but still very much like a miko."

"This will change as my body processes it, I think. Especially if I collect energy from something else, that will cause it to shift and take on other characteristics. I used to survive from the multitudes of humans that would visit my temple daily."

"You had a temple?" Sango asked, moving closer to sit next to Kagome.

"Yes, with a temple priestess and temple maidens and daily rituals..." his voice trailed off. "Those people were under my protection. I'm not sure what happened to them when the monster consumed me." Silence befell their group as his thoughts drifted back to lingering memories of people he’d once cared for. He glanced over to the girl that had sacrificed so much to restore him and felt a twinge of regret.

Kagome poked at her noodles, hungry but apparently not in much of a mood to eat. He nudged the hand holding her soup to encourage her to take in some nourishment. “You should eat. It will help you recover.” She nodded her agreement and he watched as she brought a cluster of the slippery strands to her soft, pink lips.

He dragged his gaze away from her, looking across the fire at the others he’d been introduced to. He could sense a strong physical bond between the human male and female. The youngest male in their group was broken somehow, like an older creature that had been trapped in the body of a child. And the shapeshifting feline napping in the woman’s lap... the corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile at what he could sense from her.

He closed his eyes and relaxed into the warm silence, tasting the air around the group for shifts in emotion as he guided his stores of Kagome’s magic to correct the deficiencies in his new body. There were a few lingering traces of humanity within his physical form, and so he focused on those alterations first.

As the women finished their food, they asked him new questions, gathering vague details about his prior life at the temple. He answered them honestly, causing blushes and more than a few giggles, but became a little wary as he caught the scent of growing irritation from the males in the group.

Still, it would be rude to ignore inquiries about his history, and he had nothing to hide from them.

“Would you tell us how Naraku overcame you?”

Except that.

He frowned and considered how he could answer the question without giving away too much. “I had spent many years pampered in my temple. I did not expect the attack when it came, and I was unprepared for any form of violence within those peaceful halls.”

This was a sobering thought for all of them.

How many simple temples lived peaceful lives and then were completely caught off guard by thieves and murderers?

So much violence. So much loss. So much pain and suffering.
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