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Chasin' Some Tail	By : TheKaytla Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 3481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 1 - Never Piss Off A Sorceress

Inuyasha had become belligerent.
Kagome had been gone for years. Miroku and Sango couldn't find the time much to visit anymore, busy raising the brat army Sango had popped out since they got married. That was something the hanyou had become grateful for recently; he'd begun to notice the passage of time and the stresses of parenthood in the faint lines on their faces that got deeper every year. He'd been tactful enough not to mention them, but knowing that he still looked the same - knowing he was still young - just made it fucking depressing.
But it meant he was alone. Again.
It had been a vast, yawning void for a while. He'd been restless and angry, so he'd picked a fight with any demon that came within a five mile radius of Kaede's village. He'd hated seeing the pity in the old bag's eye, so he'd travelled from time to time. Without aim, though, his feet had always eventually carried him back sooner or later. He would sit by the Bone Eater's Well, knowing full well he was torturing himself, and remember.
In more desperate moments, he'd hold his breath and jump in. It never surprised him to feel his feet hit packed dirt instead of experiencing that weightless sensation of drifting through time and space, but it never failed to disappoint him, either. He would have given anything to be able to visit her.
As days blended into weeks and months, a hard shell formed around him. The walls of bravado and an uncaring nature had served him well for two centuries. Just because Kagome's warmth and compassion had pulled them apart didn't mean the foundations weren't still firmly in place. It had taken almost no effort to erect them around him again like a shield against emotional weakness.
It had served him well when Kaede died.
Being the first mortal he'd known who had outlived him naturally, it made a great impact. That he considered her a friend, much as he'd never have admitted it to her, and the prevailing voice of wisdom in his life made it even worse. But with his walls in place, he'd managed to shove his feelings of grief - stronger than he'd ever expected them to be for the old miko - behind them, along with his feelings for Kikyo and Kagome both and how he missed them, and the never-closing wound that was his mother's premature death.
He'd rarely been into the village since Kaede's death. Since she'd been pushing seventy when she passed, it hadn't been surprising, but in all honesty, she'd been the only thing that kept Inuyasha involved with the humans who lived there. None of the others had any importance in his life. Not a single one gave him any reason to go back to a place haunted by so many memories of too many people he'd never see again.
With all this tragedy in less than a decade, it was no surprise Inuyasha had fallen back into his old way of living before he'd found Kikyo and suffered the first dent in his armour. He'd survived before her by looking out for himself and himself only and, contrary to what those who knew him believed, he was not stupid, so why forsake a way of life that worked? He had no one left to spare compassion on, not when he was an individual for whom suspicion and mistrust had practically been armour for so long.
All this considered, his reaction to a stranger - not even one of the nameless village women - attempting to call him down from the Goshinboku, where he reclined on a wide branch with his legs crossed, his eyes closed, and his folded arms pillowing his head, was only natural.
"Piss off, woman," he said in a bored tone.
She wanted him to help her pick up the things she'd dropped. His only thought was that she shouldn't have been so fucking clumsy. Why should he make himself uncomfortable to go help the lazy wench, anyway? By the time he got down there - if he'd had to climb, that is, which she couldn't know he didn't have to do - she'd have bloody picked them all up, anyway. What would he have been supposed to do then? Offer to carry her bag so she didn't do it again?
Fat chance.
When she didn't curse at him or burst into tears or do anything that made a sound, he cracked open one eye and peered down at her. The furious glare she was levelling at him almost made him shift uncomfortably; with her pretty face, long dark hair and big, brown eyes, she reminded him of another girl who used to get very angry at him on a regular basis. His oh, shit urge to squirm was a trained-by-experience reaction.
Still, this wasn't Kagome, she wasn't going to 'sit' him, and there wasn't a whole hell of a lot else she could do to him, so he pointedly closed his eye again and ignored her.
That is, until she started muttering and his skin prickled all over from a rise of magic in the air. He sat bolt upright and his eyes snapped open. "Hey, what're you --"
He didn't get time for more than that before her muttering in a language he didn't recognise reached a crescendo and all the magic gathering in the air accumulated into one spot. Then, before he could do so much as blink, the full force of it shot at him with the speed and strength of a sacred arrow.
Shit -
It hit him before he could jump out of the way. It struck him square in the chest and knocked him back against the trunk of the Goshinboku in such a way that a powerful flood of nostalgia washed over him before he shook it off. He concentrated instead on the feel of magic tingling over his skin, of his muscles tensing in anticipation of pain.
None came.
When the last tingle had gone, Inuyasha whipped his head around and gave the woman - magic user, whatever - a glare of his own. "What the hell did you just do to me?!"
She ignored him, blotches of angry colour on her cheeks, and continued stuffing her belongings aggressively into her bag.
Inuyasha leapt off the branch and to the ground. He frowned as he landed; his balance felt off, like there was... more of him, somehow. A quick glance downwards confirmed that nothing was amiss. Still, he was pissed now, and it was her fault. He drew himself up to his full height over the crouching woman, his eyes flashing as he stared down at her. "Don't ignore me! What the fuck did you do, wench?"
Sniffing haughtily, the woman stood up and, regardless of their differences in height - she barely came up to his shoulder - glared daggers up at him right back. "If you are too stupid to realise," she said stiffly, "that is not my fault."
She turned then, ignoring how his knuckles cracked loudly as his hands turned into agitated fists, and walked away from him, her nose up in the fucking air like the stuck up bitch she was. Inuyasha ground his teeth together, longing to lash out at her like he would any youkai, but not being able to. However ornery he'd become in recent years, his moral code was still as strong as ever. He couldn't strike an unarmed woman. Sure, she had magic, but all she'd done with it was smack him against a tree and upset his balance a tiny bit. He was already adjusting to that. If she wasn't dangerous... well, he couldn't justify smacking her like he wanted to.
Muttering angry curses under his breath, the hanyou turned back to the Goshinboku, intending to go back to his mid-afternoon doze and forget all about the woman, his ears and tail twitching in agitation. He bent his knees, preparing to jump - then his whole body tensed as his brain caught up with what his senses were telling him.
Tail?! What the fuck?!
Desperate and not a little weirded out, Inuyasha clawed at the back of his hakama until he could pull the damn thing away from his ass and stick his hand in there. He shuddered when it clamped down on a long, furry appendage. It was soft, with the same kind of velvety fur he had on his ears, but longer. Much, much longer. He yanked it out to look at it, morbidly fascinated even as his heart hammered in his chest, and stared.
It was longer than he'd first thought. He guessed it would probably hang below his knees if he let it fall limply, and the long, downy-feather soft fur that hid the thin, fleshy part was silver like the rest of him. No surprise there. Still, that didn't stop Inuyasha from disbelieving - hoping, really - that it wasn't part of him. Ignoring the new nerve endings that told his brain they registered his hand's grip, he yanked hard enough on the tail to make himself yelp.
Fuck.
That bitch had given him a tail. He couldn't fucking believe it. Of all the cruel, petty, bitchy things she could have done... And all because he'd not wanted to help her pick up her crap! Hadn't been his fault she'd dropped all that shit.
Turning suddenly to glare in the direction the woman had disappeared, Inuyasha roughly shoved his tail back inside his hakama. Now that he was aware of it, Inuyasha could feel every silky twitch of fur against his legs. He shuddered again. That was just... not right. With a new burst of anger to join the first, the outraged hanyou began stomping after the sorceress, fully prepared to beat the shit out of her this time.
Less than a minute into his pursuit, Inuyasha hit a dead end. Not so much an insurmountable physical obstacle, but a decided lack of anything more to follow. There were no tracks. There was no scent. There wasn't even so much as a fucking broken twig to tell him where she'd gone after he'd lost sight of her. It was like she hadn't even fucking existed. And if he couldn't find her... he couldn't force her to undo what she'd done.
"Great! Just fucking great!" he shouted at no one in particular. "How the fuck am I supposed to fix this?!"
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