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The Seduction Game

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To everyone who reviewed: Hey, many of you had questions about Metsuki. However, she is the OC I put most of my effort into and has a rater dynamic personality, so forgive me if I don't answer all your questions. But more of her character will be revealed later on. She is not a major player in this story, meaning she only shows up rarely, but she plays an essential role in this story.
One clarification on the dress: the skirt itself falls to her feet on both sides, it's the shift that is asymmetrical, so no, she's not showing that much leg; otherwise, Inuyasha would kill every man that glanced in her direction.
Also, there were some questions about Hojo being her prom date. Remember, he's only four years older than her, and while the society sometimes frowns upon a girl dating a man who is four years older than her, it is not illegal and it definitely does not prevent her from letting him accompanying her to her Prom. If anything is still unclear, don't hesitate to ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha! DON'T RUB IT IN!!!

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... And on to the story!
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Shizuka Kaze is proud to continue the presentation of:

The Seduction Game:

Summary:
Inuyasha Takahashi is the guy no girl can resist, but when he sets his sights on Kagome Higurashi, he has met his match. When the young girl outright refuses him and angers him, he swore that he would break her and ruin her life. But neither can deny their attraction, nor were they prepared for the burning passion that threatened to consume them both. Yet can love be born out of hate and a need to dominate?

The Seduction Game

Chapter eight: Beware of the Miroku Danger!
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Kagome instantly froze, her eyes widening as she focused everything in her on that one blood-curling scream.

"Metsuki!" They both cried, recognizing the voice.
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Flinging the curtain that separated the dressing rooms from the store, Kagome rushed through the threshold, completely unaware that she was still wearing the dress. Inuyasha was right on her heels, but froze as if time itself had stopped the second they could see the lynx-youkai. Her hair had unraveled from the French-braid she had pinned so elegantly on top of her head as her eyes flashed green fire, her lips pulled back to reveal teeth in a predator's snarl. And dangling from her hands, with his feet five inches off the ground and her claws poised dangerously at his throat, was...

"Miroku?" Inuyasha roared disbelievingly.

Metsuki turned a burning gaze upon him. "You know this pervert, Takahashi-sama?" Her tone obviously implied that if Inuyasha knew the lecher of a monk, he had to be as depraved as Miroku.

Inuyasha bristled at the implication, but stayed his voice as Kagome next to him exclaimed anxiously. "Could you please release him, Metsu-chan? I don't think that color is healthy."

The lynx-youkai growled and dropped the monk's flailing form unceremoniously onto the ground when she realized - after Kagome's comment - that Miroku's face was indeed turning purple.

"Do you know that this idiot did?" She cried, shooting a venomous look at the hapless man gasping at her feet. "He groped me!"

Inuyasha sighed, and muttered to himself, "Why am I not surprised?"

Kagome echoed his sign, running a hand shakily through her hair. "Was he the reason you screamed earlier?"

Metsuki gave a curt nod, still glaring daggers at the monk.

Walking forward, Kagome sought to assist Miroku in standing up. "You didn't have to try to kill him." She began but became as still as a stature as she felt a hand stroking her bottom lovingly. Barely biting back her own scream, she viciously slammed Miroku's head back onto the hard tiles, stumbled backwards, and fell into Inuyasha's arms. "On second thought, I was wrong!"

Still growling, she shrieked "Kill him!"

Inuyasha reacted faster than Metsuki, and in uncharacteristic act of kindness, flung Miroku one-handed through the double doors and hopefully out of the reach of the pair of enraged females.

"Wait!" Metsuki suddenly protested. "He hasn't paid yet!"

Inuyasha stared at her. "There's a groping fee?" He asked incredulously.

Metsuki made a strangling motion in the air that spoke volumes of her sentiments toward the hanyou, but snapped nonetheless, "No, he didn't pay for that dress!"

Sighing irritably, Inuyasha gently removed an enraged Kagome from the protective circle of his arms and marched out of the door, hauling the still disoriented Miroku back in seconds later.

"Damn it, Inuyasha! What am I, a sack of potatoes for you to move at will?" The monk ranted.

"Stuff it, Miroku!" Was Inuyasha's sharp retort. "You should thank me for saving your ass! Or else these two lovely ladies would have ripped you to shreds!"

"If I remember correctly, only one stunningly beautiful lady has threatened to kill me." Metsuki began to snarl at this. "The other simply asked you to do it for her, and we all know you wouldn't kill your best friend over a woman."

"Inuyasha?" Kagome's dangerously sweet voice rang out.

'Shit!' Inuyasha cursed silently in his head. 'Damn that Miroku and his stupid comment! She'll have my ears and balls on a platter and serve it me!'

"Would you really disrespect an innocent girl just because of a friend?" Kagome's words rang with an undertone that would have a less staunch man shaking in fear. As it was, Inuyasha knew he was on thin ice.

Miroku, however, was not done complaining about the injustice of the hanyou treating him like an object. "Besides, if you were - as you so charmingly put it - 'saving my ass', then why did you haul me back in here?" He growled, unaware that he had just saved Inuyasha's ears from being viciously ripped off of his cute head.

Metsuki, meanwhile, had already grabbed the ornately decorated box - which Miroku had somehow managed to hold onto during his near-death experience at the lynx-youkai's claws and being thrown back and forth through the double doors - and disappeared behind the counter, ringing the item up, although she was clearly still fuming at the monk's wandering hands. Kagome was also staring holes into him, while her hands clenched in a most suggestive manner that mostly likely indicated immeasurable amounts of pain she wished to inflict upon the pony-tailed young man. Inuyasha briefly had an image of her chasing after Miroku with a butcher knife held high and in supreme 'kill' position. He shuddered - he sure never wanted the raven-haired girl to come after him in that fashion.

The movements still vicious, Metsuki snatched the credit-card Miroku held out to her to pay for his purchase, before throwing the bag, receipt, and pen at him with a force belying her ill feelings. "Here!" She snapped, before showing him the door.

"Coming, Inuyasha, Kagome?" The monk called. When Kagome indicated the dress she was still wearing, he said cheerily, "Then I will wait for you two."

In an instant, Inuyasha was suddenly by his side, helping Metsuki shove Miroku from the shop. "You will do your waiting, groping, womanizing and what-not outside."

Miroku pouted. "Why, Inuyasha, I am deeply wounded by your distrust of my sincere attempts to be friendly. What have I done to deserve this kind of suspicion?"

Inuyasha shot him a scathing glare. "Gee, why don't you tell me, bouzo?" He asked sarcastically.

Miroku spread his hands in a look of pure innocence. "Why, I certainly would not know. I am a pious man without the slightest impure thought floating..." Miroku suddenly found himself eloquently expressing his chasteness to the sidewalk. Sighing at his presumably underserved removal from the store, he wandered into a nearby ice cream parlor, ready to harass the next pair of pretty breasts walking past him.

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Deciding to purchase the dress, along with the shoes and the purse Metsuki had shown them, was immediately agreed upon. However, when Inuyasha insisted on buying the wispy pink gown that resembled a negligee rather than a dress, he and Kagome had nearly come to blows. It ended with Inuyasha pointing out that the purchases were paid with his credit card, and he could well buy whatever the hell he wanted. When Kagome threatened to rip the material the second she got her hands on it, Inuyasha decided to compromise by pointing out that she didn't have to wear it. It was a miracle that, in the end, they made it out of the shop in one piece, with all their limbs and purchases in tact. Inuyasha made a mental note to never take Kagome shopping again, as long as he lived. Hell, he was perplexed how she could turn something as boring as shopping dangerous. Shuddering mentally, he decided to postpone his test of her skills with a blade, for a long, long time. 'Preferably never.' His inner survival voice advised, and Inuyasha, who had never shrunk back from a fight before, was beginning to agree. A voice brought him out of his reverie.

"Inuyasha?" He lowered his eyes to see Kagome smiling at him, blowing some bangs obscuring her vision out of her line of sight. "I think we are done for today - and probably the next five years, too." She grinned at him, indicating the bags.

Inuyasha gave a nod. "Go on." He encouraged.

She smiled shyly. "Are you up for some ice-cream? My treat." She offered, before casting her eyes self-consciously to the ground. "I know it's not the healthiest edible snack with the amount of sugar and fat in it, and I probably should watch my figure, but I just suddenly had a craving for some..." She cut herself off when she realized that she was rambling.

Inuyasha casually wrapped an arm around the surprised Kagome. "You read my mind." He grinned, ecstatic that he had finally managed to find a girl who wouldn't remind him how much weight he would gain every time he took a bite of something slightly unhealthy. Also, it was a nice change to meet someone who wasn't dieting on carrot sticks and refused to touch anything remotely fattening. His grin widened. 'Finally, some female who understands the simple pleasure of sugar and oil.'

"Inuyasha!" The hanyou groaned, hearing his name called by the same voice he'd rather not hear twice within half an hour. And unfortunately, the owner of the voice was sitting at the only free table on the patio of the ice-cream place they were currently heading towards.

"Miroku." He greeted dryly the moment the pony-tailed man could distinctively hear him with his weak human ears. "What kind of unmentionable sin have we committed to be forced into your presence again?"

"Charming as always." Was Miroku's dry response as both of his companions seated themselves, with Inuyasha making certain to keep a safe distance between his lecherous friend and newest target - by flopping down on the chair in between them.

Inuyasha was spared an answer as Kagome stood, offering to get the ice-cream and inquired about his preferences. "I'll have what you have." He told her with a cheeky grin.

Kagome frowned. "I have peculiar tastes." She protested. "I'll be getting a double-cone of pistachio and wild cherry. Are you sure you want that?"

Inuyasha winced. "You are right. I hate pistachio and I prefer to pop cherries rather than eat them." Kagome's face flamed as the innuendo sank in, but the hanyou ignored her tomato-imitation. "I'll have mango, strawberry, and banana."

"Strawberry cheesecake or just strawberry?" She clarified.

Inuyasha shook his head. "Just strawberry is fine. I can't stand the chunky stuff they have in the so-called strawberry cheesecake ice-cream."

Kagome smiled. "And here I thought that someone with your background would want some sort of exotic tastes the parlor would have a hard time putting together." She walked off, still smiling to herself.

"Who can resist the simple pleasures of life?" Inuyasha called after her retreating back, before turning back to Miroku who was watching the swinging of Kagome's hips appreciatively.

The hanyou growled. "Miroku." He warned lowly. "Remember who she belongs to."

Miroku nudged him. "How can a man resist her? I mean, just look at those legs and waist." Inuyasha could almost see the monk salivating.

"As long as you keep your hands to yourself, you may look to your heart's content." Inuyasha had decided to be generous - after all, there were certain disadvantages of working with a pissed-off-because-he's-not-getting-any lawyer and economist. "Lay a finger on her, though, and you'll never able to use that hand again."

"So possessive." Miroku pouted, before an evil glint entered his eyes. "Why not share her, though?"

Light glinted of steel claws as the monk suddenly found spiky tips digging into the tender skin of his wrist. "What did I just say, Miroku?" Inuyasha snarled calmly like a mother lecturing a child, though the murderous glare in his eyes left little doubt to just what exactly he was holding back from doing.

Miroku unhurriedly moved the dangerous instruments from his flesh, and commented arrogantly. "I bet I can make her scream louder than you."

Inuyasha snorted. "You are an even bigger idiot than I thought if you think I'll fall for that trick."

"Afraid that you will lose?" Miroku taunted.

"I'm not afraid of anything!" Inuyasha yelled.

"Prove it!" Miroku had also narrowed his eyes. "Talk is cheap."

"As much as I like to make you eat your words, I'll be damned if I'm sharing my bitch with you." The hanyou spat out.

"There is no mark of possession if you can't even get into her pants." Miroku commented, feigning disinterest.

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. "You are one to talk. Who has been trying to into Sango's pants for two years straight and is still failing?"

"I can get her before Kagome will even consider sleeping with you." The monk boasted. "I'll make her scream so loud you'd go deaf from five blocks away."

So involved were the two men in their heated discussion that both failed to notice the soft footsteps coming toward their table nor the gentle floral scent that teased sensitive noses until a steel voice sweetly mocked:

"You wouldn't happen to be talking about me, would you?"

Both male gulped, recognizing the tone only to well. Feeling a tight coil of dread settling over them, they raised their eyes to meet the murderous expression of one Sango Kuwajima.

Seconds later, Miroku's black hair was interlaced with golden peach and Inuyasha's mane sported lime green streaks, both courtesy of Sango's 'approval' of their generous ways of 'wooing' her.

A snicker caused Sango to turn so quickly that she almost gave herself a whiplash. Kagome was standing a few feet away, languidly licking her ice-cream, and trying her best to stop her laughter. In her other hand, she held the triple-cone that Inuyasha had requested.

"My, Inuyasha, you have no idea how much more handsome you look with that lovely green in your hair." She commented. Depositing the fat cone in front of the hanyou, she reached for her purse to fish out her camera. "This is truly a Kodak moment."

Meanwhile, Miroku was trying to appease Sango who appeared ready to strangle him, public or not. The monk had decided that it would be extremely disgraceful to die on a bright day, sitting on the parlor with his ice-cream half-eaten. "Dearest Sango, please remain calm. I have a gift to douse your anger."

Sango didn't seem to hear him, her left hand dangerously holding a spoon, its handle aimed directly at his heart. A flash went off at exactly that moment, and before the spoon could make contact with its intended target, Inuyasha had bumped into Sango in his haste, throwing her off balance and for the spoon to clatter a few feet away. Miroku, being his usual self, took the once-in-month's chance of catching Sango off guard, and quickly grabbed her behind. A split second later, Sango was nursing her wounded hand, while Miroku lay on the ground, a red handprint marring his right cheek. The hanyou stared at him - the monk's face clearly stating that it had been worth it.

"I can't believe you." He murmured, ripping the film from the camera he held in his claws, ignoring the dark-haired girl's protests. Rounding on her when she tried to yell at him, he shook the ruined film in her face. "Do have any fucking clue what the paparazzi would do with this information?"

"I wasn't going to sell it!" She retorted.

"No." He agreed. "You are too vicious for that. You'll going to blow it up, frame it, hang it on the wall, and keep it as blackmail."

Kagome was speechless, wondering how he had nailed every thought floating in her head. "How did you know that?"

"Keh!" He snorted. "You are just too easy to read, bitch."

"And you are too vulgar!" She flung back him. "With all that 'bitch', 'wench', and other demeaning words, one would think you hated the female population!"

"And what makes you think I don't?" He snapped, the stern effect ruined by the mint ice-cream dripping from his hair.

"Your poor bed." Was the three word answer.

"They are just toys." He retorted sharply.

"They are not!" Kagome sounded aghast

"Dominance theory." Inuyasha explained with a shrug. "Men as oppressors and women objectified."

Seeing her confused look, he recited, sounding as if he had swallowed the book. "Dominance Theory, or Radical Feminism, analyzes the inequality in power relations between women and men, emphasizing women's subordination. They believe that the essential social relations between men and women are those of domination and submission: male domination and female victimization. As in the famous words of Robin West, radical feminists believe that "the important difference between men and women is that women get fucked and men fuck; 'women', definitional, are 'those from whom sex is taken'"." He watched with cynical amusement as she winced as his coarse language.

"Did you have to be so... descriptive?" She mumbled quietly.

"The idea of using quotes is to be unaccountable for your words." He shrugged.

"How deprived can you be?" She shook her head in mock sorrow.

"Bitch." He growled, his temper flaring up again. "You are such a..."

Though what Kagome was, they never learned, as a doomed tearing sound rendered the air. Both turned to see Miroku hastily unwrapping the gift, trying to stop himself from getting buried six feet under. A few gasps were heard as Miroku held up the dress, beaming as though he had just discovered the secrets of immortality. Kagome covered her mouth in shock and Inuyasha tried to stop himself from laughing at his unfortunate friend. Sango had stayed quiet during the encounter.

But now, her right eye began to tick dangerously.

Having recognized the 'imminent doom' signs, Kagome quickly grabbed Inuyasha, pulling him a save distance away, shushing his protests of missing a good show. Slowing once she deemed they were far away from the 'explosive zone', she pinned him with a glare. "You do NOT want to be near Sango when she gets that tick in her eye."

And more to herself, "Why did I not simply let you die?"

Inuyasha grinned, embracing her from behind. "You love me too much."

Kagome grimaced. Oh, she loved him alright. She loved to see him get dynamited.

Shoving herself away, she pushed him back toward Sango. "Go back and die!"

Inuyasha refused to budge, instead choosing to grab a few napkins and started wiping off the ice-cream, keeping both eyes on his friends.

A hundred yards away from where this touching scene filled with death threats was taking place, a beet red Sango was facing an obliviously smiling Miroku. The dress, aside from being of a lovely dark material, was simply scandalous. The top was cut shockingly low, before stopping at most only a inch below the junction of her legs. The sheer cloth was only draped once around her midriff, and the back was completely bare, with only a scrap of clothing covering her bottom.

Sango had gone pale with fury, and flames were dancing within her russet orbs. "Miroku..." she growled, her mouth pulled into a grim line "What exactly is that?"

"Why, your dress for the Journalist ball of course! I took the liberty of making sure that you would be properly dressed for such a formal event." The monk appeared quite pleased with himself.

"And why," she snarled through clenched teeth, "may I ask, would you want to dress me up like a prostitute?"

"Oh, not at all!" Miroku tried to appear genuinely shocked. "My dearest Sango, prostitutes dress in sport bras, miniskirts, fishnet stockings, and high heels."

"Like this is supposed to be any better?" She screeched, royally pissed before his comment sank in. "Wait just one second..." The flames in her eyes grew brighter. "Just how would you know what prostitutes prefer to dress in these days?"

Miroku gulped, realizing his slip of tongue. "Uh..."

Sango's scream of Miroku's name made everyone in the vicinity - human and demon alike - clap her hands over their ears in a desperate attempt to salvage whatever remained of their hearing. Without a further word, Sango whirled on her heel, and began to stomp away from the parlor, her footsteps thunderous in the deafening silence that followed her outburst. Miroku quickly threw some bills on the table to pay for any sonic damages, before grabbing his bags and hastily hurrying after the furious slayer.

"Sango, please wait, I..." Miroku never got to finish his sentence. A second later, he was flying toward one end of the fence, a red handprint marring his other cheek.

"Pervert!" Sango seethed, cracking her knuckles, advancing with deadly intent upon Miroku who was trying to get back on his feet, holding his back like it had been broken - and judging by the ache he felt, he wouldn't be surprised if the producer of the newest movie came knocking on his door asking him to play the part of the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

"If you dare you come within a fifty-feet radius of me in the next ten hours or so," Sango warned, pointing a shaking finger at Miroku. "... then Kami help you! I shall be prone to sudden and vicious acts of violence."

And with that ominous statement, she stamped off with a brutality that suggested as if every tile had done her a great personal wrong. Miroku - wisely - decided to let her go before she injured him in a way that would make him unable to attend the Journalistic Ball. Then, all the painful treatment he'd endured would have all been for nothing.

"Is that how Sango treats you?" Kagome asked, turning to Inuyasha as the other occupants of the parlor went back to their previous conversations.

"Keh!" Inuyasha snorted. "I am not stupid enough to offend Sango like that!"

Kagome giggled. "You are probably too stingy, unlike Miroku, to be that generous."

"Damn straight." He grinned her. "I only spend money on girls as pretty as you."

Kagome laughed, hitting him playfully in the arm. "You are wonderful to my ego." She had discovered that Inuyasha could be quite charming as long as she didn't rile him up.

"You are charming, beautiful, bold, witty, feisty, competitive, sweet, drop-dead gorgeous..." he listed, still grinning.

"Flattery will get you everywhere." Kagome replied, mirth dancing in her eyes, but Inuyasha's joyful expression suddenly changed.

"Even your heart?" He asked quietly, and gently stroked the side of her face. "Even your bed, your life? Even you?"

Kagome caught her breath. He sounded so sincere, and he had said that he wanted her, not her body. "Do you know what you are saying?" She whispered, her voice trembling with something she couldn't - wouldn't - identify.

Inuyasha shook his head, as if out of a trance, and murmured, more to himself than her. "I must be crazy."

Kagome held back a cry, loathing herself for getting her hopes up, and wondered why she was so disappointed. Since when she had taken Inuyasha's attempts to seduce her as anything more than a mild annoyance?

"Come on." The hanyou caught her arm, his eyes gentle. "I still haven't gotten that ice-cream you promised me."

"It's not my fault it melted." She protested, holding whatever had remained of the splendid triple-cone. She gazed a little bit more mournfully at the puddle of green and pink on the ground. "And mine also got melted."

Inuyasha shrugged. "You shouldn't have gotten side-tracked by Sango and Miroku's little spat."

Kagome glared. "Little spat?" She hissed at him. "Those 'little spats', as you so charmingly called them, have an explosive intensity of a nuclear bomb!"

"If you think watching this so-called nuclear bomb go off was more interesting than eating your ice-cream, then by all means, go ahead. You shouldn't complain afterwards."

"I wasn't complaining!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

Kagome threw up her hands in exasperation. "This argument it getting us nowhere!"

"We wouldn't be arguing in the first place if you weren't so obstinate!"

Kagome gaped in outrage. "Me, obstinate? You are the one that's as thick-headed as a pig!"

Inuyasha stared at her in mock-anger. "Damn it, bitch! How many times do I have to tell you? I am a dog-demon, not a pig, tiger, or any other kind of animal your mind can come up with!"

"And I am telling you right now that I don't care what or who you are! You could be the King of England for all I care..."

"Then you would be addressing with 'Your Majesty' and saying that my word is law." He interrupted her. She ignored him.

"... and my answer still wouldn't change!"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It still boils down to the fact that I did not receive the ice-cream you promised me!" He glanced as his watch. "And I suggest we get another one before the store decides to close!"

"You go!" She snapped. "I suddenly lost my appetite!"

"Suit yourself. But you are still paying."

Sighing at men's one-track mind when it came to food, money, and sex, Kagome allowed herself to be dragged back into the shop, giving up the argument. Ten minutes later, she couldn't believe that Inuyasha had even managed to coax her into admitting that she had found her previously lost hunger for sweets.

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Kagome sighed, stretching languidly, before glancing at the clock near the sink. The red digital numbers read 7:53 at night. She leaned back, submerging the rest of her in the tub, closing her eyes, allowing the warm water to wash away the day's fatigue and dust. She could soak another 5 minutes before she had to study, and she didn't have a fear of Inuyasha barging in on her as he had disappeared right after dinner, saying something about not expecting him for three hours of so. 'Probably off screwing one his numerous toys'. She shook her head, determined not to let the sour feeling in her tummy at imagining him with another girl ruin her evening. Splashing a little at the bubble bath, she twirled a tendril of hair happily. Nothing relaxed her better than a full meal and warm water; it gave her a peaceful feeling, something she seriously lacked during her hectic life, especially with a troublesome hanyou.

She frowned as her prune-like fingers could not find the fluffy towel and groaned as she remembered the missing piece of cloth sitting uselessly on her bed - she'd grabbed a clean one from the basket of dried laundry. Standing up, she allowed the water to run down her body, before listening intently. Not hearing any noises, she tiptoed to the door and slipped into her bedroom, uttering a soft cry of happiness as she spotted her wayward towel. However, she had barely managed to take a step toward her bed before the door flung open, revealing a comfortable-looking Inuyasha who was at least equally startled. Kagome floundered for a moment as she was too shocked to even remember that she was naked.

"Um, welcome back?" She tried.

Inuyasha's expression of surprise quickly faded, a corner of his mouth tugging up in a smirk and a silver eyebrow rose in a comment all of its own. His dancing amber eyes became a hot molten gold, his eyes brazenly raking her body. Kagome had a sudden impression that Inuyasha had just decided for her to be his midnight-snack as he almost purred, "I feel very welcome, darling." Extending one of his claws, he swiftly flicked a taut nipple.

Kagome gave a sharp little shriek, blushing crimson and snatched the towel with movements that even Inuyasha could not compete with. Clutching the white scrap of cotton tightly to her chest, she tried to speak.

"I'll just, just, just..." She broke off, her free hand pointing in the general direction of the bathroom.

Inuyasha continued to grin, and turned her at a ninety-degree angle. "Sweetie pie, the restroom happens to be that way."

"Yeah, um, okay..." She mumbled, "I'll just go... and... you can..." Realizing suddenly that his eyes were trailing along the length of her bare legs, she squeaked and fled for the bathroom, completely mortified. Ignoring the sound of him chuckling at her predicament, she dropped to her knees on the cold tiles, her face buried in her hands, groaning.

"Forgot something?" An amused voice two feet away had Kagome raising her head sharply, realizing that she indeed had forgotten to close the bathroom door in her haste. Inuyasha stood there, staring with appreciation floating in his amber orbs at the sculpted line of her back, his voice husky with playful desire. "Though I certainly won't be complaining."

Kagome was at loss to the best course of action. If she stayed in this position, she'd leave herself vulnerable to his gaze and taunts; if she removed the towel to instead wrap it around herself, her breasts would be open to his hungry eyes; and if she stood up, she be unwittingly giving him an eyeful of her pert bottom.

"Could you please leave?" She whispered, her tone filled with embarrassment. "And close the door on your way out?"

"Now, why would I do that, little girl?" The hanyou grinned down at her form. "I'm enjoying the view of my lovely little slave being so submissive."

Kagome immediately understood his implication of the master-servant relationship within his allusion to her kneeling position. "I know you are." She bit out through clenched teeth. "But I am not! And I would prefer if you'd stop staring at me!" She yelled the last part, still feeling his eyes boring holes into her body.

Inuyasha snorted. "Keh, it's not like I haven't seen all there is to see!"

Kagome moaned. She certainly did not need a reminder that he had definitely seen her ... just yesterday? It seemed half a life-time ago. Well, she smiled suddenly wickedly to herself. She should at least make it worthwhile for him.

Standing in one fluid motion, she stretched languidly, arching her back in an almost feline-like fashion, and felt victorious as she heard a sharp intake of breath. Sweeping her hair to cover the tips of her breasts, she sensuously turned to face him, her gaze cast demurely to the ground, but not before realizing that his eyes were definitely fixed some point below her face. She smiled, and moved in for the kill. Twirling a strand of hair innocently around a finger, she heard him gulp as the creamy underside of half a breast was revealed.

"Inuyasha?" She whispered seductively, stroking his jaw in an almost non-existent caress.

"Uh?" He blinked dazedly at her and Kagome felt glorious at the sudden rush of knowledge that she could bring someone as Inuyasha Takahashi to his knees in a matter of seconds. Exploiting her looks and body in such a manner was unfair, but as long as gave her the upper edge in a playful banter, the rules of fairness did not apply.

Standing on her tiptoes, she whispered huskily in his ear. "Have fun playing with Mr. Hand."

Taking advantage of his stupefied state, she steered him toward the exit. And with a mighty shove, he found himself facing the floor. Kagome grinned to herself, before slamming the door in his face.

Outside, the hanyou who had slowly regained his wits, was cursing fluently as he stared as his raging hard-on. Just for him to suffer this indignity, he would make her beg, crawling on all fours, for him to fuck her. Payback was always a bitch!

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Ten minutes later, Kagome emerged from the bathroom in an over-sized and extremely loose t-shirt with the outline of a dark thong slightly visible through the yellow material - and was most agitated to find a pair of puppy ears buried in her pillow, seemingly oblivious to the world. She definitely did not want Inuyasha to see her in this half-dressed state and knowing the hanyou, she most likely wouldn't get any work done. Biting her lip, she voiced her irritation tartly as he slowly stirred.

"Have a nice nap?"

He replied without even opening his eyes. "You have no idea how impossible it is to sleep with the erection you left me with."

"That's was your fault!" Kagome snapped, furious at him for blaming her for his out-of-control hormones.

Inuyasha sat up blearily, ignoring her peeved voice, and commented tonelessly. "I don't like this shirt. It hides your shape, covers too much, and it's not transparent enough to see the dark aureoles since I suspect, from the shape of your breasts, that you are not wearing a bra."

Kagome stared at him, open-mouthed. How could he know that with only the cursory glance he'd taken at her? Grabbing a robe, she nearly smacked herself on the forehead: how could she have forgotten that his particular male had all books ever written on females stored in his head along with many hours of hands-on experiments?

"If I had wanted your opinion, I would have asked." She said, "Now, please leave."

He didn't move, only continued to look at her. "I don't like your shirt!" He repeated, sounding like a child.

"I know!" Kagome exploded, her temper sharpened by a rush of reasoning that he had probably just come back from a serious fuck-session. "And if you don't get out in the next ten seconds, my shirt will be the least of your worries!"

"Meaning?" Inuyasha seemed almost bored, one eyebrow raised skeptically.

Kagome curled her fists in a desperate attempt to
stop herself from inflicting bodily harm upon the obnoxious hanyou sitting so comfortably on her bed, as if he owned it. 'It's his house.' A small voice reminded her; she forcefully shoved it back. "Meaning that if you don't get out, you'll leave certain parts behind by the time I kick you out!" She hissed through clenched teeth, eyes flashing fire as she took one step closer. "You'll wish you were dead by the time I get through with you."

Inuyasha did not seem at all fazed by her threat. "Is this a family trait?" He commented.

Kagome raised an amazed eyebrow. "Is what a family trait?"
Inuyasha flopped down again, staring unseeingly at the ceiling. "Your dear cousin used the exact same threats. I do believe her precise wording was - I quote - 'Keep away from Kagome, or you'll wish you had never been born' before deciding that obviously wasn't vicious enough for my crimes and decided rip off my balls and feed them to me, too." He gave a careless shrug, though Kagome noticed the distant expression in his gaze and how his golden orbs had glazed over. A wave of compassion arose in her.

Securing her thick terry robe around her slender frame, she gingerly sat down on the edge of her bed, and tentatively placed her small hand in his. He reflexively closed his hand around hers. And just through that simple gesture, she could tell how much Inuyasha was still hurting, even after all those years. For the first time, she doubted whether Kikyou's story had been the truth. If Inuyasha had truly betrayed her cousin as she had believed, the hanyou would not be in such pain.

"I really do not know what to say." She whispered, all her earlier anger disappearing in the face of his agony. She squeezed the fingers holding hers, trying her best to reassure him. Inuyasha didn't react except to close his eyes in a pained grimace. The next second, his hand tightened fractionally around hers, and Kagome suddenly found herself flung across his broad chest. An arm snaked around her back, and Inuyasha buried his nose deep in her raven locks, something like a small whimper escaping his throat. Kagome's reprimand died on her tongue.

"You smell so much like her." He whispered, inhaling deeply. Kagome bit her lip, wondering whether he knew that he was holding her, Kagome, and not her cousin, Kikyou. She quickly stamped down the hurt that flashed through her at his words. "But different, too. Kikyou always had the scent of cherry blossoms and winter winds entwined with the scent of your bloodline, but yours carries with it hints of autumn falls, along with peach and honeysuckle." He took another deep breath.

Kagome burned with a desire to ask whose scent he preferred, but decided not to, both out of respect and fear. Deep down, she admitted that she was afraid to be in Kikyou's shadow, to hear that she fell short of her cousin. "Inuyasha." she whispered, trying to squirm out of his arms.

"Stop." he commanded, his hold increasing around her, and Kagome gasped as his nose tickled the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Inuyasha, you need to let me go, I've got to study..." Her voice ended on a groan as he sweetly kissed her pulse, shooting her resolve to hell and beyond.

"Stay with me." His tone was so quiet that Kagome almost missed it - she was sure she had heard wrong for a moment.

"Excuse me?"

"Stay with me." He replied, louder.

Kagome hesitated. Judging from their earlier vein of conversation, she was pretty sure that he wasn't asking for sex. But she was a good girl, and good girls don't lie in the same bed as a guy, even if they are only comforting each other, nothing more. She was about to deny him when she chanced a glance at his face. His features were drawn and tight that for just an instant, he looked so much like a lost little boy that it broke her heart. She changed her answer immediately.

"Hai." She murmured softly, tenderly stroking his hair.

Inuyasha sighed, a sound between relief and contentment. He kept his eyes closed as he reveled in her scent, almost believing that Kikyou had returned to him, still loved him - had it not been the slight undertones. However, as he allowed the gentleness of Kagome lure him into the depth of sleep, he tried to curl closer to her, subconsciously searching for a deeper source of the smell that tantalized his nose and calmed his youkai in a way Kikyou's never had.

Kagome tried to slowly disentangle herself when she felt him drifting off to sleep but a deep growl and the tensing of muscles under her curious fingertips immediately stopped all notion of locomotion. Sprawled across his chest, her chin resting on his shoulder, and with both hands grasping his biceps, she blushed furiously as she realized that Inuyasha had one leg wrapped her waist as if to stop her escape. Trying to wiggle out of his hold only brought forth another growl, this one more fierce than the last, communicating his displeasure, and Kagome resigned herself to the fact that she was to spend the night with him. Yet, Inuyasha proved to be an unusually comfortable pillow, and the raven-haired girl found herself asleep within seconds.

Satisfied that his bitch was no longer fighting his decisions, his youkai rumbled one word before it fell dormant. 'Mate'.

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Miroku... pouting... now that's a scary thought.

Anyway, I'm so not satisfied with this chapter... it literally fought me every step of the way. Yes, yes, very dull ending, though I hope I surprised at least some of you people along the way. Anyway, I'm going to get on to writing chapter 9, starting with, of course - rolling drums - the 'awakening scene'!

The Dominance Theory in one of the four schools of Feminist Legal Theory (the other three being Liberal Feminism or Equal Treatment Theory: Men as Objects of Analysis; Cultural Feminism or Difference Theory: Men as Other; and Postmodern Feminism: Men Omitted). I would encourage everyone to read up these theories - I found them quite enlightening and very enjoyable to read. Also, Robin West is a very prominent author of Liberal and Feminist Legal Theories.

Well, hope you guys liked this chapter and please press that little button that says 'Review' and make me happy.
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