Inuvember Day 2 - Sango

Inuvember Day 2 - Sango

Artist:ゆと

Inuvember Day 4 - Inufamily

Izayoi - InuYasha's mom.

And Sesshomaru - InuYasha's half-brother. Oh, I drew him while I was bored in class, and without eraser. I hope it's not too bad :(((

Why I didn't find this earlier? T_T

Inuvember 2015 Week 1 Day 3: SessKagu

I really wanted to have my SessKagu fanfiction ready for this day, but I knew I wouldn’t achieve that. So to make up for it I made a comic preview ^-^

I already posted a preview of the fic I’m working on on tumblr, but this was even more fun to do. 

I posted the preview again in this post. When the story is finished I will post notice here on tumblr and the link to it on FF.Net.

When finished the story will have the MA rating. But this little preview is within the limits for safe reading ^-^

Free the Wind  (preview)

The warm water was so soothing on her skin. She stretched her arms, admiring them and how the water on them reflected the light of the stars and the moon. Smooth, soft, pale skin. Every part of her flawless. Except one part.

She couldn’t see it, even if she turned her head into a painful angle. But she knew it was still there. That part would always remain. A continuous reminder of her previous enslavement. One she had escaped just barely. Just an inch away from death.

The moment he had returned her own heart, she had felt it. It had been mere primal instinct that warned her of the danger. Her previous master had no intention to set her free at all. He had wanted her to suffer.

And in truth… she had deserved the punishment he would be bestowing on her.

She had betrayed him after all.

But they had saved her. The hanyou, the priestess girl, the demon slayer and the monk. They were there. Inuyasha’s Windscar slicing through the tentacles full of miasma that were about to pierce her.

Saved by the wind.

And the wind had guided her to safety. She wasn’t brave to stand up against him. Her old master. It would be a battle she would definitely lose. She fled. If Naraku would kill the bunch that had aided her in her escape, so be it. She would not wait to see the outcome of it.

And now he was dead. She had felt it and for a moment she had dreaded her own ending as well. For wasn’t she still a part of him? If he died, would she die too?

But she was still here. And he could not reclaim her. Could not hunt her. Taunt her. She was… 

Free.

The water was a strange contrast against the coolness of her skin. And it was for the first time in her so short life that she allowed herself to feel. The grass against her feet. Water that glided over her body like the soft silk of her kimono. She watched the clear substance gliding through her fingers as she scooped it up and brought it to her face.

There wasn’t any noise. Just the wind. And even that didn’t bring her the information which she already knew by heart. That he was there. Nearby.

It pleased her that he reacted to the opening she had provided. From the previous encounters she had with him, she knew that he wasn’t one that could be easily provoked. She had flown low and the wind would carry her scent. Not that she needed to be close for that. She had no doubt he could sense her for miles away. And she had landed in the forest nearby.

The hot spring she so luckily found was a welcome distraction. Soothing for her nerves. That pounding organ in her chest was acting weird when she had set her plan in motion. It made her uneasy. The beating thing meant she was alive, but it was not something she could control. Not by the power of the wind. Not by any demon strength.

It was fluttering like a trapped little bird. A feeling so strange and almost scary. It made her feel vulnerable. She placed her right hand on her chest. But the pressure she placed upon the skin did nothing for the rhythm that was behind skin and bones. In fact thinking about it, made it only worse.

Then it was there. That soft breeze as it passed the leaves and stroked the grass took it with it. That demon scent. Male. Powerful.

She looked back, but there was nothing to see except the trees and bushes that surrounded the spring. A grin crept upon her lips. A sudden self-confidence. Amusement.

She never thought of him as the voyeuristic kind. When he had saved her from the river that one day he had barely glanced upon her as she sat there almost naked in her shredded kimono. And now he was peeping?

“It is rude, to spy.” She had felt his aura, but was shocked to suddenly see him standing so close to the water’s edge as she turned around. Her right arm covering her naked breasts almost instantly in an automatic reflex as she looked up.

The breeze that had informed her toyed with his long white hair and the long sleeves of his kimono. He didn’t speak, just looked at her. Kagura tried to read his face, trying to find any hint of a normal male reaction to the close proximity of a naked female body.

“Hn.” The sound left her lips when she noticed there was none. She dared to even bluntly lower her gaze to his pelvis for a quick glance.

“Could you hand me, my kimono?” As she asked she saw his gaze following her pointing index finger. The fabric lying on the rocks. But his eyes returned to her face and he remained unmoving.

Her right arm still covering her breasts she moved herself towards the edge. Gracefully stepping upon the rock her feet had found earlier and bringing herself out of the water. Tactically she had managed to turn herself away from him the moment the water level reached below her hips. The effect giving her a gallant modesty, yet in the meanwhile giving him a perfect view of her lower curves.

She turned her head to look at him. A smile decorating her lips. “So, you don’t play fetch, huh?” Then she made her way towards the large rock. She ignored the hadajuban and just dressed herself with only the kimono, not even bothering with the obi. Pressing the folds together she turned around to face him.

As she approached him he spoke. “You are able to roam around freely. Yet you linger here.”

“Maybe… everything I want is right here.” She locked her eyes with his for a moment wanting him to catch meaning of her words. If he did understand, she could not tell. His expression was as stoic as ever.

With her new found freedom came boldness. She could do anything she wanted. No one would be stopping her. Her heart pounded a faster beat inside her chest. Her right hand moved forward, but before it could even touch a spike of his armored plate her wrist was grabbed. She looked at his hand. A hand that shouldn’t even been there.

“A new arm? I didn’t know you could do that. Grow a new arm.” She hissed as the tip of claws pressed into her skin. Not enough to draw blood, but the threat was there.

“You still don’t trust me, huh.” She gave him a smile. “Fair enough.”

“Why did you come?” He asked.

She looked at his face. The cold stare was altered. Deep within the yellow was a softer gaze.

“I-I thought… you knew…”

She was shocked by the missed beat of her heart when he pulled her closer. The feeling of that beating organ still somewhat new to her. She didn’t know it could react like that. She didn’t know it had such tremendous effect on her body. Her skin heating even more than the warmth the hot spring had provided. A heat that rose up from within to her throat, her neck, her face… her lips. And a throbbing pulse below, inside her body.

to be continued