Subject Line: Misconception by SleepyTunaFish [Oneshot #09]
Title: Misconception
Author: Sleepy Tuna Fish
Theme: Overreacting
Genre: Humor, Romance, Fluff
Rating: T (for slight perverted-ness)
Warnings: Nothing bad in here
Word Count: 2025
Summary: Sesshoumaru misleads Kagome
The skirt of Kagome’s uniform top whipped up and she thought she felt a soft caress to her plump derriere. Her hands whipped around to cover her ass that still felt warm from the touch and a red faced turned towards the indigo robed monk. “Miroku…” Kagome growled out threateningly. “YOU PERVERT!”
A loud resounding slap followed and the wayward monk lay in a crumpled heap at the Miko’s feet, his head now sporting an angry lump.
“Kagome!” Sango gasped out in surprise and worry. She was kneeling beside the pained man now. “It feels odd for me to say this… but the monk did not grope you! He was by my side the whole time!” the demon slayer tried to explain.
Kagome immediately took on an apologetic look followed closely after with one of confusion. She could clearly see that the two of them, monk and demon slayer were well ahead of her, so it would have been impossible for him to grope her ass. “If he didn’t, then… who?” The sensitive skin on her back suddenly chilled, raising the hairs of the back of her neck. Her gaze met the calm stare of Sesshoumaru. It couldn’t be…
Later that day, and well into the evening, Sesshoumaru took post eerily close to the Miko Kagome. Inuyasha took no notice, as Sesshoumaru usually liked to keep to himself anyway. Only Kagome, whom as of late, seemed to be hyper-aware of the demon lord. She could not help but feel that his fiery eyes were always upon her. The feeling that he wanted to eat her up did not help at all, either.
When sleep took the camp, Kagome was kept awake by the violent vibes that Sesshoumaru sent her way. Sleep constantly called to her, but she resisted for fear of the demon lord. She did not notice when her eyes closed of their own accord, nor when Sesshoumaru finally shifted from his position to stand over her exhausted body.
As she tumbled into her dreams, she faintly felt the soft caress of a calloused and clawed hand brush up against the side of her face. A tilt of her lips into the shape of a sweet smile answered the warm touch of Sesshoumaru’s hand.
He smirked in answer to her innocent gesture, even in sleep, and trailed his hand downwards, past her sweet chin and stopping at her slender neck. His fingers lingered a while longer than necessary before his forefinger’s nail pierced into the skin of her tender flesh. He drew a shallow line across half of her neck before withdrawing. His noble nose sniffed delicately at the blood that coated his clawed finger before his long tongue delved out to take a taste of her sinfully delicious life blood.
A rustle in the trees alerted Sesshoumaru and immediately he was once more at his post a ways off from the slumbering Miko. His heartbeat was steady as his face appeared calmer than ever.
Inuyasha leaped down from the tree and hovered over Kagome’s prone form. He smelled blood. Her blood. There could be no mistaking of her sweet and tangy scent that was all Kagome. His concerned eyes turned upon her neck, and he dipped his head in deeper to sniff out the cause of the problem.
It was unfortunate, as Kagome chose that exact time to come to her senses. Her eyes opened only to find the shockingly bright and silver hair of her half-demon companion, way too close for comfort. Kagome let out a shriek of fright that pierced the eardrums of any decent demon in the clearing, and scrambled away from Inuyasha and closer towards Sesshoumaru.
The Inu Lord had to stifle a chuckle from her actions, especially when she said the magic word and planted his hated half brother, albeit undeservingly into the cold earth ground. Her little human mates had gathered around her trembling form, questioning her as to why she was so frightful.
“T-that creep!” Kagome was indicating the debilitated hanyou on the ground and only a meter away from where they stood. “Was sniffing me in my sleep!” She huffed out indignantly.
The spell of the beads finally wore off, and he found enough strength to turn so that his rump was no longer facing the air. “Oi, oi!” Inuyasha protested. “You were bleeding! I was only trying to see why you’re hurt!” He tried to explain before he himself took an indignant huff and turned to look off to the side.
“That doesn’t mean that you can stare at me like some kind of pervert as I sleep!” Kagome tried to defend her own actions now. Though, now her human friends were wondering why indeed Kagome had a shallow welt across her neck.
Miroku was the first to point out the obvious that the miko so lacked. “Lady Kagome,” he tried to interrupt her dispute with their lovable half-dog-demon. “It is as Inuyasha says. You are bleeding!”
Kagome listened to her reasonable monk and good friend and placed her cool fingers to her neck. She flinched at the slight ache that accompanied the pressure. She hissed and brought her fingers out for inspection. Blood. Her eyes widened in surprise.
Sheesh! You try to do a good deed and look where it got you? “No need to go and overreact for nothing, bitch!” He couldn’t help but add in afterwards, as he was still feeling particularly bitter about the incident.
Kagome was shocked out of her reverie by the very brash tone of her hanyou friend. “Inuyasha…” she hissed. And once more she released the magic word so furiously so that the hardened body and even harder head of Inuyasha created a crater, six feet under.
“I’m going to go rinse my face and wash the blood off,” Kagome announced to her friends. “I’ll be back.” She went about to gather her things.
“N-no you don’t!” Inuyasha’s hollowed voice echoed from his hole in the ground. “You’re not going anywhere alone until we find out who did that to you!”
Kagome really hated it when Inuyasha was bossy with her, even if it was for her own good. But, since she was already on a good roll that evening, she decided that one (or ever five) more wouldn’t hurt. “Osuwari.” She felt only slightly bad to hear Inuyasha’s cracking bones, his whimper of pain immediately following after.
“He’s right,” Sango approached the emotional Kagome cautiously, for fear of her turning her wrath of Inuyasha onto her persons. Kagome was truly a frightful girl when provoked. “Please allow me to accompany you,” Sango finished with a yawn and a stretch of her tight muscles. Afterall, they had all just been rudely awakened by the tirades of Kagome and Inuyasha. At this rate, no one but Shippou and Rin (and maybe Kirara) would be able to get back to sleep. Never mind Jaken. He hadn’t even woken up in the first place!
Kagome opened her mouth to reply to Sango in the affirmative. But she was interrupted by the smooth baritone voice of Sesshoumaru. “I will accompany the Miko,” he announced firmly to the group. They were stunned silly and no one dared to move or speak after his words.
“The hell you will!” Inuyasha was still conscious, it seemed.
Kagome was growing a migraine. Barely any sleep, and already she and Inuyasha had caused a racket before any light was showing in the sky. She sat Inuyasha once more before she sighed aloud in frustration. Just as she was about to turn around and tell Sesshoumaru “okay,” she found that he was no longer there.
She whipped around and saw that her two friends were pointing in the direction of the trees, an apologetic smile written on their faces. She turned and squeaked out another indecipherable indignant sound before rushing off to follow the fluffy sight of his Moko-Moko.
The cool waters of the fresh stream helped to soothe Kagome’s heated body, as she dipped in her hands only to splash the crystalline water across her face. She tried her hardest to ignore the piece of hunky demon flesh standing idly behind her as she dipped in her hands once more, cupping them in order to take a sip and clear her aching throat. Getting angry at Inuyasha sure was painful on her part as well!
“This Sesshoumaru was the one who made you bleed, Miko,” Sesshoumaru announced carelessly from behind her crouched form. He watched her carefully, taking in the sight of her spluttering and nearly choking on the water she inhaled before she spat it all back out in a spray. His acute ears picked up her high pitched demand of “what” before he continued without pause. “As well, it was I who caressed your luscious bottom this morning.”
Kagome’s mind was spinning. Why on earth was Sesshoumaru confessing his sins to her now? Like this? So caught up in her mind’s musings, she barely caught his next words.
“…for some time now.”
What? What for some time now?!
“There is just something about you… Miko Ka-Go-Me,” Sesshoumaru caught her gaze with his heated eyes as he enunciated her name.
She didn’t even know that he knew her name.
“It was your scent that first caught my attention. Like an aphrodisiac, it called to me.” He did not break the staring contest that they shared. So preoccupied, was she, that she took no notice of his advancing form. “Then… then it was your body.” He smirked, and his pearly white fang appeared from underneath his lip. “You do not look bad for a human, Woman.”
Those words sent Kagome blushing from the toes of her feet to the very roots of her hair. His words aroused her like no other and she found herself oddly short of breath.
“I took advantage of your poor human senses and had a taste of you, tonight,” he told her. Mere inches separated them and still she was unaware, or maybe even uncaring. He swept her up in his arm and held her close to his body, as close as him armor allowed. He paused for effect, searching her eyes with his before he pushed his face closer to hers. “I found you quite delicious, Miko Ka-go-me,” he teased her name off of his tongue, the words caressing the shell of her ear. “You are mine!” His last words rumbled out. She could feel the vibrations beneath his demon armor.
Kagome’s eyes widened, her body frozen in shock.
Sesshoumaru took his chance and cleared the distance between their lips. His demon fangs grazed against the sides of her mouth. She did not struggle against him, Sesshoumaru was smug to note, and all too soon she succumbed to his wild charms as she returned his heated kiss with fervor.
Once they broke for air, Kagome took a step back to regain her bearings. Her face was flushed and her breasts rose and fell with her breath.
Sesshoumaru was quite pleased with the image that Kagome presented. His thoughts, however, were momentarily distracted as he felt a slight pressure to his lower jaw area. It seemed that his darling miko had dared to slug him a good one. He watched as she shook out the pain that she took in the hand she had hooked him with.
“That was for making me think that Miroku and Inuyasha were pervs today!” She huffed, still shaking out her stinging knuckles.
If Sesshoumaru knew how to pout, he would do so at that very moment. Instead, he supplied her with a no-nonsense bored look that he had perfected through the years. It seemed he was dealing with a miko who had a penchant for overreacting, violently so. He took a whiff of her scent and decided that the bargain wasn’t so bad at all. Sesshoumaru took her swollen hand in his own. He placed the hand to his lips and kissed the bruised knuckles softly before his long and wet tongue swept out to sweep across her injured hand, soothing her hurt. Her flushed face and wary gaze made him smile through his ministrations.
Author: Sleepy Tuna Fish
Theme: Overreacting
Genre: Humor, Romance, Fluff
Rating: T (for slight perverted-ness)
Warnings: Nothing bad in here
Word Count: 2025
Summary: Sesshoumaru misleads Kagome
The skirt of Kagome’s uniform top whipped up and she thought she felt a soft caress to her plump derriere. Her hands whipped around to cover her ass that still felt warm from the touch and a red faced turned towards the indigo robed monk. “Miroku…” Kagome growled out threateningly. “YOU PERVERT!”
A loud resounding slap followed and the wayward monk lay in a crumpled heap at the Miko’s feet, his head now sporting an angry lump.
“Kagome!” Sango gasped out in surprise and worry. She was kneeling beside the pained man now. “It feels odd for me to say this… but the monk did not grope you! He was by my side the whole time!” the demon slayer tried to explain.
Kagome immediately took on an apologetic look followed closely after with one of confusion. She could clearly see that the two of them, monk and demon slayer were well ahead of her, so it would have been impossible for him to grope her ass. “If he didn’t, then… who?” The sensitive skin on her back suddenly chilled, raising the hairs of the back of her neck. Her gaze met the calm stare of Sesshoumaru. It couldn’t be…
Later that day, and well into the evening, Sesshoumaru took post eerily close to the Miko Kagome. Inuyasha took no notice, as Sesshoumaru usually liked to keep to himself anyway. Only Kagome, whom as of late, seemed to be hyper-aware of the demon lord. She could not help but feel that his fiery eyes were always upon her. The feeling that he wanted to eat her up did not help at all, either.
When sleep took the camp, Kagome was kept awake by the violent vibes that Sesshoumaru sent her way. Sleep constantly called to her, but she resisted for fear of the demon lord. She did not notice when her eyes closed of their own accord, nor when Sesshoumaru finally shifted from his position to stand over her exhausted body.
As she tumbled into her dreams, she faintly felt the soft caress of a calloused and clawed hand brush up against the side of her face. A tilt of her lips into the shape of a sweet smile answered the warm touch of Sesshoumaru’s hand.
He smirked in answer to her innocent gesture, even in sleep, and trailed his hand downwards, past her sweet chin and stopping at her slender neck. His fingers lingered a while longer than necessary before his forefinger’s nail pierced into the skin of her tender flesh. He drew a shallow line across half of her neck before withdrawing. His noble nose sniffed delicately at the blood that coated his clawed finger before his long tongue delved out to take a taste of her sinfully delicious life blood.
A rustle in the trees alerted Sesshoumaru and immediately he was once more at his post a ways off from the slumbering Miko. His heartbeat was steady as his face appeared calmer than ever.
Inuyasha leaped down from the tree and hovered over Kagome’s prone form. He smelled blood. Her blood. There could be no mistaking of her sweet and tangy scent that was all Kagome. His concerned eyes turned upon her neck, and he dipped his head in deeper to sniff out the cause of the problem.
It was unfortunate, as Kagome chose that exact time to come to her senses. Her eyes opened only to find the shockingly bright and silver hair of her half-demon companion, way too close for comfort. Kagome let out a shriek of fright that pierced the eardrums of any decent demon in the clearing, and scrambled away from Inuyasha and closer towards Sesshoumaru.
The Inu Lord had to stifle a chuckle from her actions, especially when she said the magic word and planted his hated half brother, albeit undeservingly into the cold earth ground. Her little human mates had gathered around her trembling form, questioning her as to why she was so frightful.
“T-that creep!” Kagome was indicating the debilitated hanyou on the ground and only a meter away from where they stood. “Was sniffing me in my sleep!” She huffed out indignantly.
The spell of the beads finally wore off, and he found enough strength to turn so that his rump was no longer facing the air. “Oi, oi!” Inuyasha protested. “You were bleeding! I was only trying to see why you’re hurt!” He tried to explain before he himself took an indignant huff and turned to look off to the side.
“That doesn’t mean that you can stare at me like some kind of pervert as I sleep!” Kagome tried to defend her own actions now. Though, now her human friends were wondering why indeed Kagome had a shallow welt across her neck.
Miroku was the first to point out the obvious that the miko so lacked. “Lady Kagome,” he tried to interrupt her dispute with their lovable half-dog-demon. “It is as Inuyasha says. You are bleeding!”
Kagome listened to her reasonable monk and good friend and placed her cool fingers to her neck. She flinched at the slight ache that accompanied the pressure. She hissed and brought her fingers out for inspection. Blood. Her eyes widened in surprise.
Sheesh! You try to do a good deed and look where it got you? “No need to go and overreact for nothing, bitch!” He couldn’t help but add in afterwards, as he was still feeling particularly bitter about the incident.
Kagome was shocked out of her reverie by the very brash tone of her hanyou friend. “Inuyasha…” she hissed. And once more she released the magic word so furiously so that the hardened body and even harder head of Inuyasha created a crater, six feet under.
“I’m going to go rinse my face and wash the blood off,” Kagome announced to her friends. “I’ll be back.” She went about to gather her things.
“N-no you don’t!” Inuyasha’s hollowed voice echoed from his hole in the ground. “You’re not going anywhere alone until we find out who did that to you!”
Kagome really hated it when Inuyasha was bossy with her, even if it was for her own good. But, since she was already on a good roll that evening, she decided that one (or ever five) more wouldn’t hurt. “Osuwari.” She felt only slightly bad to hear Inuyasha’s cracking bones, his whimper of pain immediately following after.
“He’s right,” Sango approached the emotional Kagome cautiously, for fear of her turning her wrath of Inuyasha onto her persons. Kagome was truly a frightful girl when provoked. “Please allow me to accompany you,” Sango finished with a yawn and a stretch of her tight muscles. Afterall, they had all just been rudely awakened by the tirades of Kagome and Inuyasha. At this rate, no one but Shippou and Rin (and maybe Kirara) would be able to get back to sleep. Never mind Jaken. He hadn’t even woken up in the first place!
Kagome opened her mouth to reply to Sango in the affirmative. But she was interrupted by the smooth baritone voice of Sesshoumaru. “I will accompany the Miko,” he announced firmly to the group. They were stunned silly and no one dared to move or speak after his words.
“The hell you will!” Inuyasha was still conscious, it seemed.
Kagome was growing a migraine. Barely any sleep, and already she and Inuyasha had caused a racket before any light was showing in the sky. She sat Inuyasha once more before she sighed aloud in frustration. Just as she was about to turn around and tell Sesshoumaru “okay,” she found that he was no longer there.
She whipped around and saw that her two friends were pointing in the direction of the trees, an apologetic smile written on their faces. She turned and squeaked out another indecipherable indignant sound before rushing off to follow the fluffy sight of his Moko-Moko.
The cool waters of the fresh stream helped to soothe Kagome’s heated body, as she dipped in her hands only to splash the crystalline water across her face. She tried her hardest to ignore the piece of hunky demon flesh standing idly behind her as she dipped in her hands once more, cupping them in order to take a sip and clear her aching throat. Getting angry at Inuyasha sure was painful on her part as well!
“This Sesshoumaru was the one who made you bleed, Miko,” Sesshoumaru announced carelessly from behind her crouched form. He watched her carefully, taking in the sight of her spluttering and nearly choking on the water she inhaled before she spat it all back out in a spray. His acute ears picked up her high pitched demand of “what” before he continued without pause. “As well, it was I who caressed your luscious bottom this morning.”
Kagome’s mind was spinning. Why on earth was Sesshoumaru confessing his sins to her now? Like this? So caught up in her mind’s musings, she barely caught his next words.
“…for some time now.”
What? What for some time now?!
“There is just something about you… Miko Ka-Go-Me,” Sesshoumaru caught her gaze with his heated eyes as he enunciated her name.
She didn’t even know that he knew her name.
“It was your scent that first caught my attention. Like an aphrodisiac, it called to me.” He did not break the staring contest that they shared. So preoccupied, was she, that she took no notice of his advancing form. “Then… then it was your body.” He smirked, and his pearly white fang appeared from underneath his lip. “You do not look bad for a human, Woman.”
Those words sent Kagome blushing from the toes of her feet to the very roots of her hair. His words aroused her like no other and she found herself oddly short of breath.
“I took advantage of your poor human senses and had a taste of you, tonight,” he told her. Mere inches separated them and still she was unaware, or maybe even uncaring. He swept her up in his arm and held her close to his body, as close as him armor allowed. He paused for effect, searching her eyes with his before he pushed his face closer to hers. “I found you quite delicious, Miko Ka-go-me,” he teased her name off of his tongue, the words caressing the shell of her ear. “You are mine!” His last words rumbled out. She could feel the vibrations beneath his demon armor.
Kagome’s eyes widened, her body frozen in shock.
Sesshoumaru took his chance and cleared the distance between their lips. His demon fangs grazed against the sides of her mouth. She did not struggle against him, Sesshoumaru was smug to note, and all too soon she succumbed to his wild charms as she returned his heated kiss with fervor.
Once they broke for air, Kagome took a step back to regain her bearings. Her face was flushed and her breasts rose and fell with her breath.
Sesshoumaru was quite pleased with the image that Kagome presented. His thoughts, however, were momentarily distracted as he felt a slight pressure to his lower jaw area. It seemed that his darling miko had dared to slug him a good one. He watched as she shook out the pain that she took in the hand she had hooked him with.
“That was for making me think that Miroku and Inuyasha were pervs today!” She huffed, still shaking out her stinging knuckles.
If Sesshoumaru knew how to pout, he would do so at that very moment. Instead, he supplied her with a no-nonsense bored look that he had perfected through the years. It seemed he was dealing with a miko who had a penchant for overreacting, violently so. He took a whiff of her scent and decided that the bargain wasn’t so bad at all. Sesshoumaru took her swollen hand in his own. He placed the hand to his lips and kissed the bruised knuckles softly before his long and wet tongue swept out to sweep across her injured hand, soothing her hurt. Her flushed face and wary gaze made him smile through his ministrations.