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Highway to Hell	By : ChelseaTygers Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 5539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eight: What’s a Girl to Do?

(What’s a Girl to Do by Bat for Lashes)

The room was dimly lit, the only source of light being a few flickering candles that smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. Kagome’s heart beat faster and faster in her chest as she looked at the man across from her. The plush velvet-covered chair she was sitting in suddenly felt confining. He scared her. His form, so much larger than hers, was enough on its own to intimidate her, never mind the intense way he was looking at her.

That was all she could think about. Him.

The man went down on one knee, bringing him eye to eye with her. As he brought his face closer and closer to hers, she tried not to flinch away. Was this truly fear, or something else? Anticipation? Maybe even...passion?

Inuyasha ghosted his lips across her skin before pulling away, classic smirk visible on his face.

“Wanna yiff?” he squeaked in Shippo’s voice.

Oo/O

Kagome snorted awake, closing her open and drooling mouth. Confused, she wondered when she had gone to sleep sitting up and why her head ached. The last thing she remembered, they had been driving somewhere, Shippo and Inuyasha fighting like they always did, but then...

It came back to her with a flash at the same time she realized she was naked and in a giant tub. Covering her mouth, desperately trying not to scream lest it bring any more unsavory characters her way, she took in her surroundings, eyes so wide open it hurt. The room was dark, a couple torches burning on the walls. It was enough to illuminate her immediate location but not much else. As far as she could tell, she was alone in the room.

“Go baaaack...”

The gargling little voices were all around her and she nearly lost it and screamed bloody murder. Before she exploded into a panic attack, she saw the bobbing peaches in the bath with her, whispering the same words over and over again without ceasing. The peaches reminded her of Inuyasha, and she remembered the last time she’d seen him. His body torn through, flesh distorted with ragged wounds, empty smile on his face, eyes blank. The scene triggered tears and she began to sob as quietly as she could. He was gone. Inuyasha was dead. That pitchfork was gigantic and she shuddered as she remembered the sound of it scraping against his bones and shattering a few of them, her stomach heaving. There was no way anyone could survive that, not even the infuriating, disgusting, terrible, wonderful man she could hardly remember life without.

“Inuyasha!” she gave in and quietly whimpered, wishing he was with her. Kagome couldn’t even hear herself think, let alone say his name. The stupid fruits kept moaning the same two words again and again. A sudden rage flared to life within her and she grabbed the biggest one she could find. “Shut up!” she shrieked, holding it under the water, wanting to drown it. Was that even possible? She grabbed a few more and repeated her desperate action, tears running down her breast and into the lukewarm water.

A door opened at the far end of the room, outside of her circle of light, and she went completely still. Part of her wanted to duck down under the water, but she figured whoever had stashed her here knew where she was and there was no use hiding from them. Her time to flee had been wasted with mourning. Stupid Inuyasha, she thought as her heart ached.

The slow, dragging footsteps made her afraid and incredibly tense, but when she saw who it was, all she felt was an almost blinding hatred. Tōkajin, the evil and morbidly obese farmer, was grinning at her with his artificially sharp teeth.

“I see you’re awake, cunt. I hit you so hard that for a second there I thought I fucked up and killed you.”

“Murderer!” Kagome hissed shakily. Her voice was not as strong as her feelings.

“Whore,” he drawled back calmly, eyes on her breasts.

A choked laugh was all she could reply with for a few seconds, her hands shaking and itching to wrap around his neck, if only she could find it. “Of course a freak like you could only get laid by abducting and raping a woman. It’s not like anyone would willingly fuck you. They’d probably suffocate and die and be bones by the time you caught your breath and rolled off of them.”

Her words didn’t seem to affect him as his face remained smiling. “I’m not going to rape you, whore. I’m going to eat you.”

All thoughts of Inuyasha flew out of Kagome’s head and were replaced with thoughts of her imminent demise. Panicking, she churned in the water for a little, and righted herself by putting a hand on the tub. It burned her a little and she squeaked in pain. Why the hell was the outside of the tub so hot? And then it came to her. It wasn’t a tub, it was a goddamn pot and Kagome Stew Surprise was on the menu. Her mind started working a mile a minute, wondering how to get out of this mess. There was no way she could fight him, no way she could sneak past him, no way she could successfully call for help.

What secret strength did she have left?

“Ummm... Are you, uh, sure you don’t want to rape me?” she asked, her voice more high-pitched than was normal. Kagome tried to discreetly cough but ended up choking on her own spit. God damn it, why couldn’t she be sexy now that she needed it!?

Paddling over to the front of the pot where Tōkajin was stirring a ladle and sampling the water, she attempted to pose seductively, a tremulous smile on her face. Arching her back, she rested her arms on the rim of the pot, even though it hurt a bit, and tried to look natural.

He barely glanced at her. “Not gonna work, and you’re not the first to try, but you’re probably in the top five hottest. I don’t have the energy for screwing even if I wanted to.”

Kagome bit her lip and released it, forcing her jaw to be gentle lest she tear through her own flesh. Letting her tongue linger on her plump pink bottom lip as if in thought, she bounced up and down excitedly in her imitation of a bimbo with a rare idea.

“Oooh, but what if I do all the work? Think about it. Me on top of you, doing...stuff. To you. And your body. With my, uh, vagina?”

Tōkajin finally put down the ladle and seemed to seriously consider her proposition, eyes roaming over all her exposed parts. Kagome briefly considered standing and putting one leg on the rim of the pot, but decided that would just be overdoing it. Just when she was about to duck down into the water and plunge out, flipping her hair like a sexy mermaid, he clapped his hands once and grinned wider than ever before.

“I guess I could always fuck you now and then have you again as a midnight snack. Maybe you’ll taste better with a cream filling.”

It was a struggle to keep smiling, but Kagome managed. Barely. At least she avoided projectile vomiting.

“Great!” she chirped, inwardly sighing in relief. There would be a chance to escape when he let his guard down. There might be a set of keys in one of the cars outside, or she could just run as fast as was possible until she came upon a car or a building. She doubted he could keep up with her.

“Stay in the pot for now,” he commanded. “We’ll test your mouth here and see if you’re good enough. I might have soup for dinner after all.”

With trembling hands, Kagome reached up to unbuckle his dirty overalls, half afraid she would faint before she’d be able to get away. Tugging down the pants until they fell bunched around his ankles, her eyes watered at both the unwashed smell of male genitalia and thoughts of Inuyasha. In that moment, she realized that somehow she’d thought the first time she’d be doing this, she’d be doing it with him. And now they never would.

Despite the freakishly large size of everything else about Tōkajin, his penis was small. Very, very small. Kagome almost didn’t find it underneath and between all the discolored rolls of fat. It was already erect, she discovered reluctantly when she accidentally brushed against it in her search. Even though he was hard, his penis was still ridiculously tiny, about the length and width of her thumb, and her digits were small and slender. She tried not to laugh, telling herself to look on the bright side: her job was going to be easy and losing her virginity wouldn’t even be slightly uncomfortable.

Looking at it with the eye of a medical professional, she took a deep breath through her mouth, closed her eyes, opened her mouth not very wide, and–

A loud noise stopped her right where the tip of the farmer’s penis would be if it had been average. The door had opened again, and someone ran in, moving so fast the torches flickered and nearly went out. Almost instantly, the newcomer entered into the visible portion of the room, and at first Kagome didn’t comprehend it.

Inuyasha.

He had arrived. But how? He was dead. For heaven’s sake, he still had the fucking pitchfork in his torso! Face twisted in rage, Inuyasha didn’t even cringe as he removed the tool from his body and relentlessly stabbed Tōkajin with it, tearing the farmer apart even more than he had done to him, the powerful blow digging in and ripping with a graphic squelching noise she knew she’d never forget. It had all happened so fast that the obese man’s eyes had never left her face, glittering with a sick, lazy lust.

Greasy blood poured out of the farmer and onto her face, filling her mouth which had remained open in shock. Tōkajin collapsed to the ground, falling hard enough to rattle every object in the room, but Inuyasha still did not stop stabbing him, his expression having since relaxed into something calm but still hard, no longer passionate in his revenge, steadily and methodically finishing his enemy. Getting to her feet despite her wobbling knees, Kagome cried without realizing it, her tears making tracks in the blood on her face.

“I-Inuyasha!” she shouted, trying to bring his attention away from his task.

It took a couple seconds, but he finally stopped, dropping the pitchfork the ground with a loud clatter before turning to look at her, drenched in blood from head to toe. It would have been thoroughly frightening if she wasn’t so happy to see him again. Without a word, he took her from the pot, lifting her straight out of it and into his arms, embracing her so tightly she couldn’t breathe until he remembered she was only human and adjusted his grip.

“Kagome,” he whispered into her hair, following her name with an almost canine whine. “Kagome, thank the gods. Thank the gods. You’re alive.”

Too stunned at the warm, solid, real feeling of him in her arms to continue crying, Kagome just pressed herself as closely into him as she could. She couldn’t do anything but say his name over and over again, pressing her face into his bloody chest, listening to the beautiful beat of his heart.

“You’re alive,” he stated again, pulling away from her but holding her upper arms.

“Yeah,” she replied, confused at his abrupt separation. She wondered what he had been doing the entire time she had been soaking and freaking out and conspiring to fuck her way to freedom.

“And you’re naked,” he observed unnecessarily. His eyes looked her over more with a critical eye searching for injuries than any desire. “That’s all I could think about when I almost died back there. You naked and willing with me. The gods do work in mysterious ways.”

Kagome rolled her eyes, understanding he felt compelled to lighten the mood. As a reward for him staying alive, she let him look a little longer as she scooped some water from the tub and rinsed the blood off her face and chest. She didn’t have time to get it all off, but she did the best she could. When she was finished, Inuyasha handed her his shirt, leaving him in just his jeans. It was torn through and soaked in blood, but she needed something to cover her so it would have to do. Discreetly, she admired his naked and quickly healing torso as she dressed. Damn, but that man was sculpted by some kind of particularly gifted god of the all things beautiful. Even though she had seen all of him several times before, somehow he just kept getting more attractive to her eyes.

Once she was dressed, she grabbed his hand, lacing his fingers with hers, wanting to keep constant physical contact with him, feeling almost like a scared little girl. Losing him had been earth shattering, and she hadn’t even fully comprehended his apparent death. She had a feeling that once they got out of there and to the next hotel, she’d cry for hours.

“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered, glancing at the large corpse. A part of her was afraid he’d somehow rise to his feet and come after them.

She must have jinxed it, because no sooner had she finished her sentence than Tōkajin’s entire body shuddered and began to move. Quicker than she thought possible for a man of his weight, he rolled to his feet, laughing maniacally with a somewhat hoarser voice. He picked up the pitchfork, which Kagome was beginning to suspect was some sort of magical murder-resurrection thing, and pointed it at them, eyes narrowing in a glare even as he continued to smile.

“It’s not over yet. This is my land, and I am a hunter. You don’t stand one fucking chance.”

Inuyasha sneered at him, and she could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to kill the man all over again and probably would have if she hadn’t been quaking with fear next to him, squeezing his hand and mentally urging him to just get them out of there. Glancing at her, his face softened momentarily and then he turned back to the farmer, features set.

“I’ll be damned if I’m going to be hunted and caught by the likes of you, McLardass.”

Never once turning his back on their enemy, Inuyasha crouched down, dragged her onto his back, and went out the door and into the night. The chase was on, but Kagome couldn’t help but feel that the two teams weren’t equally matched. Inuyasha was running fast enough that she felt like she was on a motorcycle, and meanwhile their opponent could barely move. She almost opened her mouth to laugh in triumph, but stopped when she thought she might catch bugs that way.

And then Tōkajin laughed in triumph, inches behind her.

Kagome and Inuyasha turned their heads as one, craning their necks and blowing their long hair out of their eyes to be sure that what they were seeing was correct. The evil farmer was flying, not on a broom, but just plain old flying, looking like he was sitting on an invisible magic carpet, lazy even when performing such an extraordinary feat.

“Holy shit,” Inuyasha hissed, and suddenly they were going even faster than before, so fast that Kagome had to shut her eyes to avoid the pain from the wind. Her hands clutched Inuyasha’s shoulders even harder, feeling how tense he was and becoming tense herself.

It took a while, Kagome couldn’t say how long, but suddenly Tōkajin’s cackling was no longer near them. Inuyasha came to an abrupt stop at the base of a giant tree and carelessly dumped her onto the ground. If she had been expecting it, she would have been prepared to land on her feet, but as it was she landed hard on her ass. Glaring at him, her expression soon softened when she saw how he could barely keep from panting, his hands covering his reopened bleeding wounds. Tears filling her eyes, Kagome placed a hand on his, wishing she had the power to heal him.

“Why didn’t you kill him back there?” she whispered.

He shrugged. “Thought I did.”

“Is he immortal?”

Inuyasha shook his head and slid down the tree trunk until he was sitting, sprawled out. She settled beside him, not even an inch away. “Nah, he’s just really massive. I don’t think I was able to hit anything vital.”

Truly, Tōkajin was a formidable opponent. “Did you see Shippo at all?”

“Nope,” he murmured distractedly.

His golden eyes had ceased to inspect his injuries and now were focused on her, tracing her curves. She knew the shirt was sticking to her wet skin. She knew what she must look like to him. Her nipples hardened in the cool air and she was suddenly filled with an overwhelming gratitude that she was away from that awful place and with Inuyasha. It was better to be eye fucked by the evil you know than the evil you don’t know.

“I was so afraid,” she whimpered, seeking the comfort of his arms.

“Kagome,” he said in a low voice. Something about the way he said her name made her look him in the eye, drew her even closer. “Kagome, don’t ever leave my side from now on.”

As though they’d just absorbed the fact that they had been so close to losing one another before and that it may happen again, their lips connected, fervently communicating with each other things they didn’t know how to put into words, things they hardly even acknowledged in their own private thoughts.

“Go baaack...”

“Dammit!” she cursed after ripping her lips away.

The peaches in the trees had been awoken by their presence, and now one after another they were saying the same thing, over and over, just as they had in the tub. The way this was going, they’d alert Tōkajin to their presence. Kagome felt like she’d go crazy if they spent another minute in the place. Inuyasha seemed to agree, glaring at the fruits and dragging her on to his back again, taking off at the same incredibly fast speed he’d used before. This time, Kagome forced her eyes to remain open in case she somehow got separated from Inuyasha and had to find a hiding place. There were no electric lights around, just the barely there glow of the moon and stars. Whispers and giggles from the unearthly fruits hanging in the trees echoed in the orchard, bouncing back here and there and making her confused while increasing her fright.

The place was huge. Would it ever end, or were they stuck in some sort of enchantment?

Inuyasha collapsed, body folding in half as he hit the ground in an attempt to shield his injured torso. Kagome rolled to his side, her heart beating like crazy. They were done for. Some part of her just knew it. The place sucked out her optimism and now she could feel it being replaced with an almost overwhelming fear, a dread beyond words.

“Why, h’llo there, young man, missy.”

The friendly voice with an unmistakable country accent almost made her think she was hallucinating. When she determined that the source of the voice was a giant potted flower with an old man’s face right in the middle of the petals, she was sure she was hallucinating.

“What the fuck,” she groaned, dropping her face into her hands as she almost burst into hysterical tears.

“The hell are you?” Inuyasha grunted.

His acknowledgement of her hallucination made Kagome feel slightly better, and she peeked through a separation in her fingers.

The old man was glowing whiter than the petals that surrounded his visage, a genial expression on his face.

“My name is Sennin. This here’s my orchard.”

Inuyasha’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “I thought this place belonged to Tōkajin.”

The flower man, or Sennin, rather, nodded once. “That’s my boy, awright.”

“That fat sadist is your son?” Kagome was having a very hard time keeping her voice down, but just barely managed.

He sighed. “Yes’m, he always was a hefty chile. Soon, his ma’s home cooked meals weren’t enough. We tried to do right by Mother Gaia, raised the boy vegan an’ all, but gosh darn it, he somehow developed a taste for the flesh of our brother animals.”

Kagome’s mouth dropped open. First talking fruits, then a magic fat man, then two resurrections in a row, then a hick hippie? One unbelievable thing after another! A girl could only take so much.

“That fuckin’ explains it,” Inuyasha grumbled. “Of course he’s a goddamn psychopath. I would be too if I was forced to eat tofu instead of steak. Fuck. I actually feel a little bad for the guy now.”

Sennin continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “Yessir, first he done et the house pets, then the farm animals, then the farm hands, then me an’ his ma, Goddess rest her soul until the next life.”

“How did you become a flower?” Kagome asked. “And what’s up with the talking peaches?”

He shrugged as best as he could in his current state. “Hell if I know, missy.”

“I should have eaten your flower face when I had the chance, Pa.”

Kagome’s neck hurt from how fast she turned around. It was Tōkajin, alright, big and even more menacing than before. His wicked smile exposed every brutally sharp tooth.

“And you,” Tōkajin said, turning to Kagome. She began to tremble, and it made him release a high-pitched giggle when he noticed. “I would have made you my wife. Kept you fat with my children, a steady supply of meat.”

Tears of fright trekked down her face, disgust and helplessness welling up in her and making her sob.

Inuyasha struggled to his feet, small beads of sweat on his forehead. “Kagome would die before she let herself be touched by an abomination like you!”

Kagome stiffened. Shit, she knew they should have run instead of wasting their time talking to the vegan flower.

Tōkajin giggled again. “That cunt offered herself to me. Go on, tell your boyfriend. He deserves to know about us.”

Inuyasha scoffed at the man, but the look on her face made him stare hard at her. “Is it true, Kagome?” he said, disbelief coloring his tone.

Kagome’s tears stopped, dried up by anger. She shot up to her feet and glared at the three men surrounding her, judging her. “It’s not like I had a choice! Hotness is my only weapon, dammit!”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes. “We’ll talk about this in the car.”

Completely bypassing Inuyasha, Tōkajin came straight at her, meaty fist raised and fully prepared to descend. Kagome briefly imagined her head exploding on impact, a fine mist of blood and her valuable gray matter with tiny white shards of skull littering the grass, all that was left of her above the neck. So concentrated was she on this image that it didn’t even register when the half-demon dove in front of her like a member of the secret service taking a bullet for the president whose life he’d sworn to protect. Inuyasha went down like a ton of bricks and landed partially on her feet, the small bit of pain she experienced shocking her into action. Heedless of the murderous farmer above them, she knelt next to Inuyasha, wondering if it had truly only been last night that she’d been in such a similar situation.

“Why do you keep doing this, Inuyasha?” she whispered, holding back her tears lest they fall on his face and upset him.

Inuyasha grinned up at her, showing off his newly broken smile. “You already know, Kagome. You already know.”

Tōkajin grabbed Inuyasha by the hair and lifted him to his eye level.

“I’ve never tasted half-demon before. You’re a tough one, so I’ll have to tenderize you extra good.” His fist drove into Inuyasha’s bare wounded torso again and again.

“Hey there, missy, you wanna save your pimp, Inu-whatsa?”

“Yes!” Kagome screeched desperately, crawling over to the flower-man. “Wait, he’s not my pimp–”

“I warn’t placed in this dimension to judge, missy. Freely expressing yourself through the use of sexual organs glorifies the Goddess and empowers us all. It’s the patriarchy that forces us into wage slavery–”

“Just tell me how I can save Inuyasha!”

Sennin’s flower form twisted and closed in on itself, stem twisting and changing colors, and then sitting in the pot was a bow and three arrows. The old man’s face surrounded by petals was laying in the dirt, the light quickly fading from him. Kagome gathered the tools in her arms, leaving two of the arrows in the pot, and rounded on the fighting men, a cry of despair leaving her lips as she saw Inuyasha cough up a wet ball of blood as Tōkajin kicked him in the stomach. The half-demon was growling and scratching at his legs, but it was obvious he’d taken a few blows to the head too many to be useful, the majority for her sake.

Willing her shaking hands to become steady, Kagome carefully aimed for the cannibal’s left eye. The large man wasn’t moving too much, so she felt as confident as she could feel under the circumstances that she’d hit her target or at least very near it. Whispering a prayer, she let go of the arrow, watching it pierce the air.

...Only to have it suddenly lose altitude and hit Inuyasha in the thigh.

“Sorry!” Kagome squeaked in dismay.

Her only reply was a string of unintelligible, garbled curses.

Tōkajin momentarily stopped beating Inuyasha, laughing too hard to multi-task. “Fucking shit, you’re literally five feet from us! What a dumb bitch. The only way you’d even have a chance against me is if you ate a human-faced fruit.”

Sick of failure, her throat tight and burning, Kagome knew that she’d do anything to save Inuyasha, even something as disgusting as eating a creepy talking peach. Since she was so short, she had to jump to reach even the lowest branches, and there was still about an inch separating her from the most accessible fruit. It seemed to glare at her, the blank features smirking and whispering those same two words, not a warning but a taunt.

“Best not to do that, missy,” came the fading voice of Sennin. “Only the most diabolical and truly evil creatures can survive eating the fruit without turning into fruit themselves.”

“Then what do I do!?” she wailed, still jumping for the fruit, more to smack the stupid thing out of its comfy tree than anything else.

“The arrows I done gave you are magic! All you have to do is believe.”

Tōkajin stomped over to the pot and knelt down, true anger on his face, no mocking quality apparent any longer. Bracing his hands on the rim of the pot, he brought his face down low and yelled at the flower that had his father’s soul.

“That’s what you said about my soccer ball, Pa, but the other kids always made me the goalie anyway!”

“Well maybe if you weren’t so goshdang fat and did hot yoga with me an’ your Ma then they woulda included you!”

Screaming in wordless frustration, Tōkajin jumped to his feet and kicked the pot over, soil spilling out and burying the flower-man.

“I’m ending this!” he roared, face turned to the sky, voice so loud and powerful Kagome was convinced she heard some fruit fall from the trees.

The evil farmer stormed towards Kagome, who had since given up trying to pluck the forbidden fruit. She stood there, vaguely realizing she was in a state of shock and probably had been for quite a while. Maybe even since she had met Inuyasha.

The half demon, a bloody mess on the ground, realized that he was no longer being paid attention to and attempted to crawl towards where Kagome was, claws digging into the dirt.

“Hey, you fat fuck, come back over here! I’m not done kicking your ass yet!”

Tōkajin ignored him and backhanded Kagome. It felt like her face had broken somehow, her cheekbone in agony she’d never felt before. Her ears were ringing and she felt like she was in a dream. When had she fallen? Dazedly, she looked up at the man who had struck her, the first one to ever do so, and saw Inuyasha jump on his back, clawing at him with eyes as red as blood. Kagome knew there was no way he could win. The two of them didn’t possess magic like he did. Magic...

The leftover arrows were in the dirt from the upturned pot just inches from her. Reaching out, she grabbed hold of one, barely even feeling it. Could she do this? Of course. If she didn’t, then Inuyasha would die, and he wasn’t someone she could allow to die.

Kagome held the arrow like a spear and stabbed Tōkajin in his bare foot, just managing to dig in to his big toe.

The farmer looked down at her, his expression lit by a cold fire. “You little cunt, I swear I’ll–”

For the second time in one day, Kagome was covered in greasy blood. But this time, she was covered, some of it shooting inside her nose as the man burst like a blood and fat-filled balloon. She heard Inuyasha fall with a thump in front of her, and a second later when there was no longer the sound of a pounding blood rain, she opened her eyes.

Safe and whole, though badly injured, Inuyasha was on his knees, gagging at the taste of the blood that had spurted into his mouth. A feeling of relief washed over her and she went over to him, ignoring the little squishy bits of flesh that littered the ground here and there.

“Are you okay?” she croaked, reaching out a hand to touch him, to be sure of him.

He slapped her hand away, golden eyes glaring at her. “First Kikyo, now this fucker!?”

It took Kagome a few seconds to understand what he was talking about, but then she got angry. “I didn’t exactly have a choice either of those times!”

“Keh. Whatever.”

Seeming nonchalant, he got up and walked away, only taking a few steps before he stumbled, nearly falling to meet the ground again. Her anger evaporated into concern and she went to his side, putting his arm around her shoulder even though he still attempted to avoid touching her. Seeing the distress on his face, she turned their physical contact into an embrace, snuggling into his neck, not caring about the sticky blood.

“Please just let me go on without interrupting or else I’ll stop,” Kagome mumbled, lips molding into his skin. She had no doubt he could hear every word she said even though she could barely hear herself. “This might be the concussion talking, but you are the only one I’ve willingly kissed a-and touched on this trip...without my life being in danger.” He tried to move and see her face, but she clung harder, burrowed further. “You’re my best friend, the best I ever had, and in a way, I think we’re soul mates, but like, in the friend way, like the platonic friend way, ‘cause it’s not like I’m into you or anything because that would be gross and wrong and weird ‘cause you’re gross and weird and way too old for me and a total pervert and you stole my boyfriend, and–”

Inuyasha pried her off of him and pushed her away only to bring her back with a tug, their lips coming together so spectacularly she swore she heard the clash of cymbals. It was an eternity before they separated, him ripping her away but still keeping her close, his strong grip on her upper arms.

“I’m the only one you’re ever allowed to kiss. I’m the only one you’re allowed to be with. Only me,” he said in a hoarse voice, his eyes so intense she wanted to look away but could not, would not.

“Yes, Inuyasha,” she whispered her consent, eyes drifting halfway closed as she swayed nearer to him, wanting to feel his lips again.

“Hey guys!”

“S-Shippo!?” Kagome quickly pushed Inuyasha away from her, eyes searching the darkness for the adopted fox. He bounded up to her and jumped into her arms, snuggling against her breast. “Where were you? Are you all right? I was so worried!”

He turned his big green eyes up at her and his lower lip trembled. “I was hungry so I ate some fruit but it hurt my tummy so I had to take a nap. I just woke up a little bit ago. Sowwy.”

Kagome nearly squealed out loud at how cute he was. “Aw, don’t worry, it’s okay. I’m just glad you’re back.”

“It’s not okay,” Inuyasha growled, glaring venomously at the boy in her arms. “That little parasite fuck nearly got us all killed.”

“Inuyasha, don’t,” she said firmly, too exhausted to match him in anger.

He must have sensed her mood, because he didn’t say anything else, merely grumbling to himself as he led them back to the car, keen nose preventing them from getting lost.

“Why’re you both covered in blood? And what smells like French fries?”

“Kagome had her period.”

She shrieked and went to slap his shoulder without thinking, but, always faster than her, he grabbed her wrist, placing a kiss on it before letting go. The area he touched tingled the rest of the night.

Note: And there you have it. I’m wayyyy too tired to even attempt editing this, so sorry about that. I beat all the levels on SailorDrops in less than a week and I’m still figuring out what to do with my life now and this seemed like an okay alternative. Anywayyy, I’ve been working on the sequel and holy shizz, it has burst into such a crazy story that Highway to Hell is looking like just a prequel. I can’t wait to share it with you. Please review and tell me I am good at words okay thanks love you bye!
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