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Please note: This is only a tentative list of my fanfiction, meaning that it’s subject to change at any time. If a story gets deleted, it only means I’ve added it elsewhere, likely in one of my oneshot collections. I’m still playing around with the layout so it might not always look like this, but for the moment it works.
In this list you’ll find every single story I’ve ever written, from my very first fluffy oneshot, to my most recent multi-chapter fic.. The default link is tumblr, but I’ve also provided links to Fanfiction.net and AO3, if they have them, if you prefer to read it elsewhere. I think I’ve included everything, but if you don’t see something that you remember reading, gimme a shout and I’ll either add it, or see if it’s in one of my oneshot collections.
Updated: 6/12/21
NSFW - Story contains NSFW content, i.e., smut.
NSFW Pending - There will be NSFW content in later chapters.
??? - I’m undecided if I want to write anything NSFW.
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Agghh! I’ve read this fix a million times but it’s been a while and I wanna read it again and I can’t find it!
Alright, I can’t remember how exactly it begins but Kagome goes to her world, her friends set her up on a date with Hojo (?) and her friends are with some other guys to go to a bar or club and go dancing.
Inuyasha demands to come, he gets some modern clothes, Kagome ogles ofc.
They show up and he’s jealous/possessive of her, Hojo is oblivious.
They get to the place and it’s awkward, there is not enough chairs at the table for everyone so Inuyasha pulls Kagome into his lap.
Kagome and Hojo slow dance I think??? Kagome is bored out of her mind, I think her and Inuyasha dance snd then she gets knocked over and almost stomped on by the crowd? Inuyasha finds her and pulls her out of the club and they make out outside (???ithink??)) and the limon.
HELP!!!! I used to be able to find it so easily!
Hi @poisonoushydrangeas, we believe we know just the fic you're looking for!
Staking a Claim by @keichanz (M)
Inuyasha and Kagome celebrate their defeat against Naraku in Kagome's era and Inuyasha finally decides to take Kagome as his own. “What’s not to get?” he asked. “I’m taking what’s mine, and you belong to me, Kagome.” Heavy lime and lemon warning!
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And in case that wasn't the one you were thinking of, here is another similar story:
Wanting More by Nessa Vaughn (M)
Kagome's friends push her on a date with Hojo to a dance club. Inuyasha shows up and things become heated in more ways than one. Three part short story.
Hi InuKag Archive! First, thank you for all the work you do on behalf of the Inuyasha fandom! Second, I’d like to ask for fanfic recs for an Alpha Inuyasha that pines for/ worships Kagome, in the vein of Demons and DJs by lilybreeanne and Hit The Like Button by omgitscharlie. Thank you so very much! ^_^ <3
Hi anon! We've gathered some recs for you a la Demons and DJs and Hit the Like Button (linked below).
A few of the fics we found feature Inuyasha as an actual Alpha in an A/B/O setting, but we mostly focused on choosing stories where his characterization is possessive, dominant, aggressive, etc. We hope this list satisfies your craving for a pining, alpha Inuyasha!
Demons and DJs by menacingmenace (E)
“I didn’t mean to hit you with the door.”
When I find nothing to reply with, I turn to my default settings. Being an asshole.
“Watch it next time, wench,” I mumble. My permanent scowl remains on my face, feigning boredom. On the outside, I’m a mask of complete indifference.
On the inside? I’m freaking the fuck out.
Her beautiful ocean orbs widen and her shock is palpable.
Then she really surprises me.
Plump lips twist into a sneer while she crosses her arms over her chest. I swallow the groan rising in my chest as her arms push her tits up.
“It’s Kagome. Ka-go-me. Not wench.” She speaks low and enunciates every word like I’m a toddler. Her cheeks burn with anger.
It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
A voice deep within speaks to me, paralyzing the blood in my veins.
"Mate.”
Oh, fuck.
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Hit The Like Button by @omgitscharlie (E)
After a public breakup, successful social media influencer Kagome Higurashi is single for the first time since she started her career. Trying to cheer her friend up, Sango hosts a party in hopes of getting Kagome out of her stooper; unbeknownst to her, there's a certain person Sango wants her to meet.
Having a hard time moving on from his last relationship, simple mechanic Inuyasha Nōnēmu is dragged to a party hosted by the girlfriend of his long-time friend, Miroku. Begrudgingly accepting, he is unknowingly set up to meet one of Sango's friends.
Unfortunately, the set up does not go as hoped as the two know each other from previous, unsavory interactions.
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your flesh is so nice, let me take a bite by @doginabirdcage (E)
Kagome's taken a new job with the prolific Taisho law firm in Osaka to advance her budding career. Everything's going rather well until Toga's youngest son shows up for work.
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She's Mine by shantie84 (E)
Kagome is Inuyasha's mate and his yokai is tired of waiting for the hanyou to claim what is theirs. His yokai then decides it is up to him to claim the future born miko and treat her like how a good mate is suppose to.
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Lesson by akitokihojo (E)
After a long night out, tensions begin to build. Kagome gets herself into a little trouble with Inuyasha, and Inuyasha is more than happy to teach her right from wrong.
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Dangerous by @lemonlushff (E)
He wanted to be alpha.
Wanted complete control.
Wanted to dominate her.
The thought only made her wetter.
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Partition by @xanthippe-writes (E)
Career-driven workaholics Kagome Higurashi and Inuyasha Taisho work in fast-paced, high-stakes politics and have formed a kinky, no-strings attached, colleagues-with-benefits arrangement.
However, there are strings, and they're very much attached.
Will a threat to their positions sever their connection once and for all, or bind them together forever? (God this is so cheesy)
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Lit. by Adrielle_G (E)
After failing to graduate on time, Inuyasha is forced to choose: Either repeat the year by going to class, taking the exams and doing the essays; Or accept the help of a tutor and be free to roam, without attending class, just sending the essays via email, and coming to school to do the exams.
The tutor in question? Kagome Higurashi.
The class? Literature.
A school romance with the trope bad boy/good girl, an already badass priestess Kagome Higurashi and our favourite grumpy hanyo.
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Escapism by ooo Blue Rose ooo (M)
He's the one that came here unannounced and uninvited. She would be damned if she'd make the first move.
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Trouble Ticket by Kadiii (E)
Kagome Higurashi has survived outages, hardware failures, and catastrophic server meltdowns — but nothing has prepared her for days spent trapped under the intense, unrelenting attention of Inuyasha Taisho.
Sequel: Escalation Protocol (E)
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My Brother's Bestfriend by @keichanz (E)
Kagome wants to escape from a bad date, but her brother is out of town. So she calls her only other option, the man who was like a brother to her and also happened to be her long-time crush.
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Shameless by @starlingchildgazingatthestars (E)
Inuyasha Taisho's strong sense of smell comes at an uncomfortable cost: he can smell everyone's bedroom activities. But now in his 20's, he finally learned to deal with this annoying trait…. until Kagome Higurashi walked into his life… Title says it all.
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Butterfly Bandaid by menacingmenace (E)
"Look, dog-boy," Fuck, that sassy mouth makes my cock twitch. "I'm sure you're used to girls tossing their panties at you every 15 minutes and getting away with murder despite witnesses, but I'm not interested in being your latest conquest. Okay? So, if you'll excuse me,"
With that, she turns back around and plunges back into the throng of bodies milling to their next class.
I want to chase after her, but I'm paralyzed. I'm rooted to the floor. I'm sure I look like a fucking idiot with my jaw on the floor and my stiff inches creating a tent in the front of my jeans, but I'm too stunned to care.
My fists clench with determination. Does she think I'll just stop? She's sadly mistaken.
I'll get her. Oh, I'll fucking get her alright. I have to. Need to. I don't know what kind of fairytale she's living in, but she can't get rid of me that easily.
I'm obsessed.
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Meet me halfway by ArikanW (M)
" She closed her eyes smiling happily, moving her body as she felt right, riding the beat. She felt beautiful, free, untouchable. As the song was reaching its climax, she opened her eyes, wanting to meet Kouga's eyes again. And that was exactly when she saw it. The glowing golden gaze piercing right through her."
Kagome was so ready for this new chapter. Thousands of kilometers away from everything - especially that shameless bastard of a hanyou - in this new life that was once again vibrant with excitement and possibilities. However, she soon learned the hard way that certain strings of fate cannot be severed so easily…
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From Beginning to End by @dawnrider (E)
Kagome is just trying to be the good friend she is and help Sango look for her brother when she can't do it herself. She warned Kagome that it was too dangerous. Kagome, stubborn to a fault and self-assured, insists she will be fine. How could she know that her rescue mission would result in her needing to be rescued herself?
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Lightweight by @that-one-nerdy-gal (E)
“You know, you don’t have to drink it.” Kagome tore her eyes off of the shot of tequila she had been holding for the past two minutes, meeting the golden gaze of her boyfriend seated next to her at the shady dive bar Sango had picked earlier that night.
“I know that!” She turned defensively as she let out a huff of air, blowing her bangs out of her face, “But I’m going to drink it anyway.”
“Kagome, you probably shouldn’t.” Sango gently placed a hand on her friend's arm, “You don’t have anything to prove.”
“Sango’s right, Kagome.” Miroku smiled at her from his seat on the other side of his girlfriend where he nursed his Diet Coke, “There is no shame in being a lightweight.”
OR
A night out at the bar, ends with Kagome tangled up in bed with her half-demon boyfriend.
This fic features an impaired Kagome having sex with her boyfriend. If you find this upsetting, please do not read.
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The Legend of the Dark Forest [2026 Edition] by @purplezeldana (E)
The scary legends surrounding the impenetrable Forbidden Forest were well known by everyone, but Kagome didn't believe what she could not see.
Her curiosity would lead her to venture through those gloomy trees, unaware that a creature with golden eyes had been watching her and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
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Confidential Temptation by BlueMoon Goddess (M)
When Inuyasha finds his temporary housekeeper in his bed, of course he wants to give her a night of hot passionate sex she'll never forget. However Kagome's making sure she doesn't become the hanyou's latest conquest, though it sure is difficult trying.
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The Way To A Man's Heart by MissingLadyOfTheLake (NR)
Looking to start over and move on from the dark traumas of her childhood, Kagome Higurashi finally achieves her dream of opening a bakery. On the surface, everything seemed to be exactly as she’d hoped, but seeing her best friend Sango fall in love and finding a soulmate made Kagome feel confused:
a.) Why is Sango’s new boyfriend a doctor who looks like a Ken doll?
b.) Why is his best friend insanely annoying yet devastatingly attractive?
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y'all im rereading one of my oneshots just for old times sake bc I was randomly thinking about it last night while lying in bed and yALL
HOW THE HELL DID YOU READ THIS DRIVEL AND ENJOY IT LOL
oh my LOOORRDDD the run on sentences. SO. MANY. RUN ON SENTENCES LOL. I know now they were my worst enemy when I was still actively writing but JESUS CHRIST how was I not aware of how bad it was back then lmaooo
LIKE IM SERIOUS LOOK AT THIS SHIT
the pink areas are two run ons. that's ridiculous.
Anyway im gonna continue reading this travesty and i might add to this post if I find something else equally ridiculous or makes me want to inwardly shrivel up and die
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i had to access an old email account i've had since i was a literal kid and it's the email that's linked to my FFnet page that i faithfully used in the ye olde days and as i'm scrolling i'm seeing a bunch of emails form ffnet and i'm like huh so i access my ffnet page that i haven't logged into in forever and i find this and
i didn't use the deplorable and vile and downright terrible platform known as chatgpt, not even for suggestions for plot ideas or points. so if anyone gets their panties in a twist and accuses me of plagiarism again, expect to be promptly ignored and most likely blocked.
on another note. i know i kinda don't have the right to ask this, especially since i've been MIA for a few years, but i'm in that rock-and-a-hard-place situation again and sending out an s.o.s. since it couldn't hurt.
if anyone wants to contribute to my kofi and help a struggling girl out, i'd be very, very grateful. romeo had another unexpected surgery again, and while i managed to cover it, because of it i'm gonna be short on rent and i'm trying not to panic. don't feel like you have to though and enjoy the chapter to a fic that probably everybody forgot and doesn't really care about.
The city was a graveyard. But not in the spooky, ghostly sense where a thick fog prevented you from seeing beyond a five-foot radius and the fear of something jumping out from behind a tombstone yelling “Boo!” was a very real possibility.
Kagome would have greatly preferred those conditions rather than the devastation that was spread out before her right now.
She had seen glimpses of the ruin before. Flashes of crumbled buildings through alleyways, the blurred bodies of roamers she’d sprinted past, the stench of blood and rot clinging to her clothes like a curse. But this…this was the first time she really saw it, had the chance to truly take it all in without any overriding fear distracting her.
From the passenger seat of the massive black truck, safe and still for the first time in what felt like forever, Kagome stared wide-eyed out the window as they rumbled through the hollowed-out streets. Inuyasha drove slowly, weaving carefully between rusted-out cars, overturned dumpsters, and the bloated corpses of animals left to decay where they’d fallen. The occasional moan of a stray roamer echoed down concrete corridors, bouncing between buildings like a cruel reminder that nothing here was truly silent. Not anymore.
It was heartbreak in slow motion.
Once, this had been a thriving metropolis. Bright lights, busy sidewalks, street vendors selling their wares, the consistent, reassuring thrum of life. Now, it was a smothered, colorless ghost town, a twisted reflection of what it used to be. Storefronts gaped open with shattered glass for teeth, mannequins sprawled in broken windows like casualties of war. Smoke stains marred the walls of buildings that had half-collapsed under their own weight, while trees, once decorative and vivid green with the vibrancy of life, now appeared a twisted, lifeless brown mesh of decaying limbs void of precious oxygen. Sidewalks were choked with every matter of trash, blood stains old and new seemed to cover every single available inch of pavement, and the stench was prevalent above all else—of rot, mildew, old gasoline, and things left too long to die.
Kagome felt like the oxygen had been sucked clean out of her lungs and she felt her chest constrict as a very real physical pang of pain tugged at her heartstrings. God, it was awful. Never had she thought her beloved, beautiful city would ever be reduced to this.
Somewhere ahead, a small herd of roamers fed on a mangled deer, their slurping and groaning loud enough to be heard through the truck’s windows. Kagome closed her eyes. The sound burrowed into her ears and made her stomach twist.
She’d never had the chance to look before. There was never time—not when she was running, hiding, bleeding. But now, with nothing to do but sit and breathe, it was like the weight of the world finally settled on her chest.
She didn't even realize she’d gone quiet until Inuyasha’s voice cut through the hum of the engine.
“Kagome.”
Kagome blinked open her eyes at the sound of his voice, pulled from the haze of decay outside the window. Sucking in a steadying breath, she shook her head once and directed her attention toward him. Inuyasha didn’t look at her right away, keeping his eyes on the road, expression unreadable with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually across the top.
“Yes?” she asked, her voice a little breathy. She cleared her throat.
He glanced at her briefly then turned his gaze forward again. “Good?”
“I…yeah,” Kagome said on sigh and turned forward again to gaze at the surroundings through the windshield. “It’s just…I’ve never really seen it like this. Before, I was always running. Always hiding. Too scared to look up, too tired to even care where I was as long as it wasn’t there.” Her voice hitched a little. “But now I can finally just…see. And it’s…awful. Everything’s just gone.”
She trailed off, lips pressing together as she swallowed thickly. Her fingers curled tightly around the strap of her seatbelt, knuckles going white.
“I grew up here,” she whispered. “This city used to be so alive. I’d take the train to work, stop for coffee on the way home. My little brother used to beg for those obnoxious frosted donuts from the corner bakery every Saturday, and my mom always gave in, even though she said they were too sweet.” She let out a quiet laugh that didn’t quite sound like one. “Now there’s blood on the sidewalks. And no one left to sweep it away.”
For a while, Inuyasha didn’t say anything. He just kept driving, navigating the narrow path between wreckage and rot like he’d done it a hundred times before. Maybe he had. Eventually, though, he gave a quiet grunt.
“Yeah,” he said simply. “I get it.”
Kagome looked at him, a little surprised by the sincerity in his tone.
“I used to hate cities,” he muttered. “Too loud. Too many people. Now I miss the noise.”
There was a beat of silence between them. It wasn’t awkward—it was shared. A quiet, mutual mourning.
Then Inuyasha glanced her way briefly and jerked his chin toward the dash.
“Tell me about your family.”
Kagome blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“You said you grew up here.” He shrugged. “Tell me about it. Your family.”
She hesitated, then smiled faintly. She leaned back in her seat, letting the memories come.
“Well, there’s my little brother, Souta. He’s fifteen, has a fondness for pulling pranks. Total video game junkie, but sweet. Gets way too excited over fireworks and swears someday he’ll be a professional YouTuber.” Her throat tightened at the mental image of her younger brother grinning impishly at her, the blue headset a permeant fixture to his head and game controller in his hand. She took a moment to collect herself, and then continued.
“My grandpa’s this super traditional old man. He ran a shrine and tried to ward off every cold I got with spells and herbs. Swore by them. And my mom…” She smiled even as the prick of tears burned the back of her eyes. “She’s amazing. Smart, gentle. She was the backbone of our family after my dad passed away, and I just know now she’s doing the same.”
Inuyasha didn’t respond, but Kagome could feel his attention on her. They lapsed into comfortable silence for a minute or two, Kagome lost in thought, her half-demon companion digesting her words.
“Do you have any family?” she asked gently, breaking the silence.
His jaw twitched. He didn’t answer right away.
“Got a bastard of a half-brother,” he finally said, voice tight. “Same dad, different moms. Hates me. Feeling’s mutual. As for my parents, no idea. Haven’t seen ’em since everything went to hell.”
Kagome frowned and her hand twitched in her lap as if it wanted to reach out and comfort him. “I’m sorry. Did something happen to separate you?”
Inuyasha’s jaw tightened and his ears flattened. “You can say that.”
It wasn’t hard to notice the strain in his voice as he grit out those four words and Kagome didn’t have to be a genius to know that something must have happened. As much as she wanted to ask about it, she had a feeling he’d be less than agreeable to sharing, so she stamped her curiosity down and nodded once.
“I’m sorry,” she offered gently, voice soft. She opened her mouth to say more, but couldn’t find the words, so she didn’t and bit her lip.
He shrugged like it didn’t matter, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Don’t be.”
Silence once more reigned between them, only broken by the groans and croaks of the undead around them accompanied by the huge tires rolling over debris and other things that crunched beneath the rubber. Kagome didn’t want to think about what made those particularly sounds too closely.
“We’re here,” Inuyasha announced five minutes later and the sight that greeted her had her mouth dropping open and her eyes to go wide with barely concealed awe.
The dojo loomed ahead, rising like a survivor from the grave, surrounded on all sides by a wall of desperation and ingenuity. Massive chunks of concrete, likely scavenged from fallen buildings, had been hauled upright and packed tight, forming a crude but effective barrier around the entire property. Thick tree trunks, sharpened into brutal stakes, jutted out from the wall at odd angles like the spines of a monstrous creature, angled outward to catch and impale anything too stupid or slow to avoid them. Patches of mismatched fencing – chain link, wrought iron, even wire mesh – filled in the gaps. The whole place looked like it had been Frankensteined together with whatever could be found.
It was very impressive and Kagome was suddenly very glad Inuyasha had found her. Because if this was what he’d constructed from the ruins around them, her chances of survival had just increased exponentially. She knew beforehand that her probability of staying alive gone up since meeting him, but now she was doubly sure she’d won the survival jackpot. Because Christ.
Her eyes were draws to movement on the roof. A figure stood there, tall and sharp against the gray skyline, a rifle slung casually over one shoulder. The figure lifted a hand in greeting, two fingers to the temple in a lazy salute. She spotted a brown tail swaying behind him and determined he was of demon nature. Not surprising, given that Inuyasha was half-demon.
“That’s Cane,” Inuyasha muttered as he eased the truck to a stop just outside the massive front gate. “Don’t let him charm you. He’s an asshole.”
Kagome blinked. “What kind of name is—”
The gate groaned to life, splitting down the middle and opening just wide enough for the truck to crawl through. Kagome twisted in her seat, watching as it creaked closed again behind them. A flash of movement caught her eye. A teenager, maybe fifteen or sixteen, with shaggy dark hair and a long, jagged scar across one cheek, was locking it shut with practiced ease. His clothing was patchwork but clean, and strapped to his hip was—
“Is that a sickle?” she whispered, gawking.
Inuyasha snorted. “Yeah. That’s Kid. Don’t ask him about it unless you want a history lesson and a live demo.”
They rolled behind the building, the truck crunching over gravel and cracked pavement, and as soon as they stopped, the rear door to the dojo swung open.
Out stepped two figures—redheads, both. One had a messy mop of auburn hair and a cocky grin that belonged on a cartoon fox. The other had her long hair tied back in a thick braid, her emerald eyes sharp and assessing as she looked the truck over.
Inuyasha parked and cut the engine. “Iris. Scout,” he called as he hopped out. “Truck’s loaded. I want it emptied before nightfall.”
“You got it, boss man,” the grinning boy – Scout – replied, already moving to the back. “You bring anything fun, or just more beans and bullets?”
“I’ll let you dig through it and find out.”
Without waiting for pleasantries, Inuyasha rounded the truck and opened Kagome’s door, helping her down with the same practiced ease he always showed, as if lifting her was second nature by now. She wasn’t sure if that made her flustered or comforted.
“C’mon,” he said. “I’ll introduce everyone later. Monk comes first.”
Kagome followed, her boots crunching on broken tile and dusty mats as they stepped into the dojo. The inside was cleaner than she expected – organized chaos, but clearly lived-in. Mats had been rolled out. Crates were stacked like furniture. Clotheslines were strung between beams overhead. It was makeshift and weirdly homey.
She stuck close behind Inuyasha, trying not to let her nerves show. These people were strangers, this place was foreign, and though it felt safer than anything had in weeks, her heart was still pounding like it hadn’t gotten the memo.
They ducked through a wide archway, past shelves of scavenged supplies, and into what must’ve once been the training floor. One corner had been curtained off with thick canvas and tarp to form a rough room. Inuyasha tugged the curtain aside and Kagome caught her first glimpse of Miroku, aka, Monk.
He was pale, shirtless, and propped up on a nest of old cushions. The bandage on his upper arm was soaked through with red, but his eyes still sparkled with mischief.
“Well,” he drawled weakly, lips curling. “If I’d known I’d get house calls from a lovely woman, I might’ve gotten stabbed sooner.”
“Don’t make me hit you,” Sango muttered from his bedside, but the relief in her voice was unmistakable.
Kagome blinked as she took in the tough, dark-haired woman crouched beside him, gently mopping sweat from his brow. Her eyes met Kagome’s and immediately softened.
“You must be Kagome,” Sango said. “Thank you for coming.”
Kagome smiled nervously. “Of course. I—well, I wanted to help.”
Inuyasha knelt beside Miroku, already pulling supplies from his pack and inspecting the wound.
“It’s deep,” he muttered. “Needs stitches.”
Kagome deliberately for only a second before stepping forward and kneeling beside him. “Can I help?”
He glanced at her, searching her expression. Whatever he saw must’ve convinced him, because he handed her a bottle of antiseptic and a clean rag. Wordlessly Kagome positioned herself opposite him and readied the antiseptic.
Miroku gave her a wink, though it was tired and a little strained, and she shot him a sheepish smile.
“Sorry I’m not a real nurse,” she muttered, rolling up her sleeves.
“Pfft,” Miroku said, grimacing as he adjusted himself slightly. “If you’ve got steady hands and a gentle touch, you’re better than half the medics I’ve had.”
Sango snorted softly, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead. “He says that now. Let’s see how he feels in five minutes.”
Bracing herself, Kagome carefully dabbed around the edges of the wound as Inuyasha positioned the curved needle and thick black thread. Miroku hissed but didn’t pull away. Kagome bit her lip, trying not to flinch at the gash – angry and red, but thankfully not infected.
“Hold him steady,” Inuyasha murmured. Kagome nodded, bracing Miroku’s uninjured arm and offering quiet reassurances as the first stitch went in. Sango assisted, keeping one hand on his shoulder and bracing downward while the other clutched his hand, a silent anchor.
The room was quiet except for the faint clink of tools and Miroku’s sharp breaths. Kagome focused on her task, wiping away blood, applying pressure where needed, fetching clean gauze when Inuyasha asked for it. Her hands moved with surprising confidence, and though she’d never done anything like this before, it felt…natural. Not easy – far from it – but right.
She wasn’t running. She wasn’t hiding. She was helping.
It wasn’t until Inuyasha tied off the last stitch and reached for the bandage wrap that Kagome realized she hadn’t looked away once.
“Nicely done,” he said, almost too casually, but the glance he shot her was warm, faintly approving. “Didn’t flinch.”
Kagome blinked, then smiled, a small, proud thing that bloomed slow across her face. “Neither did you.”
“Pfft,” Miroku muttered, sinking back into the cushions. “Speak for yourselves. I flinched plenty.”
“You’re fine,” Sango murmured, brushing her hand over his now-cleaned arm. “But seriously. Thank you,” she said, turning to Kagome. “That could’ve gone a lot worse without your help.”
Kagome waved a hand, still flustered. “It was nothing, really.”
“No,” Sango said firmly. “It wasn’t nothing. You’ve got a steady hand, and you didn’t panic. That means something out here.”
Miroku raised a hand and theatrically placed it over his heart. “I officially bestow upon you the honorary title of Field Medic, Second Class.”
“You don’t have the authority to do that,” Sango deadpanned, though the smile flirting with her lips bespoke of her relief.
“In my heart, I do.”
Kagome laughed for the first time in what felt like decades. A real one this time, light and clear, the tension easing from her shoulders. She sat back and looked at her bloodied hands, her smeared sleeves, and for the first time in days, felt something other than fear or exhaustion.
She felt useful.
Inuyasha gave her a nod and stood, wiping his hands on a rag. “You did good,” he said, almost too low to hear, but she caught it.
She smiled up at him. “Thanks. You weren’t too bad yourself.”
Sango rolled her eyes. “You two need a room already?”
Miroku, ever the opportunist, waggled his eyebrows. “I have a room…”
“Shut up and sleep, you lech.”
“Only if you join me, Sango, my sweet.”
Sango cast Inuyasha a pleading look. “Can I kill him? Please?”
“And waste all those medical supplies we just used on him?” Inuyasha snorted his opinion of that and ducked out of the “room” without another word.
Kagome blinked after him, amused despite herself. Though his words suggested otherwise, she knew he cared for his friends. It was endearing and a fond smile tilted her lips upward.
Standing, Kagome exchanged a brief farewell with Sango and left her with the already dozing-off Miroku. She found Inuyasha standing not too far away, arms crossed and though he wasn’t looking at her, she knew he knew she was there by the way his ears flicked toward her.
“Make yourself at home,” he said. “Explore a little if you want. I gotta go check in with Cane and Kid, see if anything’s changed since this morning. Probably do some more boss-level, he-man survivalist shit while I’m at it.”
Kagome blinked, then snorted. “Your words, not mine.”
He flashed a smirk and disappeared through the canvas flap.
Left to her own devices, Kagome wandered slowly through the main dojo floor, her gaze roving from one corner to the next. It was pretty empty on the dojo floor, as the inhabitants were all busy doing something or other. Empty, but still filled with the comforting sounds of a place lived in. She could hear Iris and Scout talking as they unloaded the truck, heard heavy footsteps above her no doubt from Cane striding around on the roof, and the low rumble of Inuyasha’s voice as he checked in with him.
She found an unoccupied benched pushed up against the far well and settled down, unconsciously swinging her legs up to sit cross-legged and tucking her hands into the cradle of her lap. With nothing to do, her mind wandered, and unsurprisingly headed in the direction of her family and their wellbeing.
Her chest ached. Were they safe? Were they alive? Were they holed up somewhere similar, with people protecting them with resources and supplies or were they stuck in some hovel with minimal food, water, and protection? God, the thought hurt and she grimaced. She felt a stab of guilt. Here she was, perfectly safe and healthy – save for a gunshot wound that was already healing thanks to her half-demon savior – when for all she knew her family could be struggling to survive, or hurt, or worse and she couldn’t do anything about it.
I will see them again, Kagome promised to herself, determination replacing the guilt. She refused to believe they were dea—not alive. And with Inuyasha’s help, she’d find them and her family would be whole once more.
She swallowed hard and blinked back the heat in her eyes.
A soft hum pulled her attention toward a quiet corner of the main hall. Sitting on the floor cross-legged, a young girl maybe nine or ten was mending clothes with careful stitches, her tongue poking out in concentration. A tiny toad-like demon sat beside her, arms folded, looking cranky as hell.
“Don’t stretch the seams, you simple child!” he barked, gesturing with his tiny staff. “Do it right or don’t do it at all!”
The girl didn’t even flinch. She hummed louder, clearly ignoring the toad.
Kagome stared, curious and a little baffled. When the girl looked up and saw her, she offered a bright smile of greeting, then returned to her sewing like Kagome wasn’t a stranger at all.
The toad demon looked Kagome over, sniffed dramatically, and turned up his nose.
Kagome raised an eyebrow. Well then.
For a while she watched the two quietly since there wasn’t much else to look at, letting the warmth of the dojo and the sounds seemed into her bones and relax the tenseness her muscles have been holding onto for the last half hour.
It didn’t take long for someone to approach.
“Hiya!”
Kagome startled as a teenage boy flopped down beside her. Wild auburn hair stuck out in every direction, freckles dusted his nose, and his blue-green eyes sparkled with mischief.
“I’m Scout,” he said, then grinned wider. “But technically Shippou. Wanna see something cool?”
Before she could respond, there was a puff of smoke, and then a tiny, fluffy fox demon sat where the boy had been, tail flicking proudly.
Kagome’s eyes widened and then she beamed. “Oh my god, you’re adorable.”
Shippou preened, clearly delighted, and was just starting to launch into a dramatic retelling of how many times he’d saved Inuyasha’s ass when—
“Shippou.”
A sharp voice cut through his performance. A red-haired young woman with striking green eyes stalked over, hands on her hips.
“Back to work.”
“Ugh, fine!” Shippou groaned as he poofed back into his teenage form and dragged himself away, shooting Kagome a jaunty wave as he went.
“That’s Scout for you,” the woman said, more amused than irritated. “I’m Ayame. Iris while outside. Welcome to the dojo.”
“I’d hope so,” Iris said. “We don’t keep jerks around.” With a nod and a quick squeeze to Kagome’s shoulder, she turned and strode off toward the back.
A few minutes later, a dark-haired teenager with quiet eyes and a guarded but kind demeanor approached.
“You must be the one Ash picked up,” he said. “I’m Kohaku, or Kid. Sango’s my sister.”
Kagome tilted her head. “I see the resemblance,” she said with a smile and he returned it, small but genuine, before giving a quick nod and heading off.
She barely had time to breathe before the air shifted. Swaggered.
A tall, lean man with wind-tossed black hair and glimmering blue eyes sauntered up, practically radiating charm. He didn’t bother with an introduction before grabbing Kagome’s hands in his.
“Well hello,” he purred. “You must be the angel the mutt stumbled across. Damn, no wonder he’s in such a mood lately. I’m Cane, but you can call me Kouga.”
Kagome’s eyes widened, taken aback. “Uh—”
“You ever need anything,” none other than who Kagome surmised must be Cane continued, grinning. “Anything, you come find me, sweetheart.”
Before she could figure out whether to laugh or run, a growl sliced through the air.
“Hands. Off.”
Kouga turned, not letting go. Inuyasha stood a few feet away, arms crossed, amber eyes narrowed to slits and a scowl firmly planted on his face.
Kagome glanced between them, and oh yeah. The testosterone was thick.
They bickered like old rivals, trading jabs and insults until Kouga shrugged, dropped her hands with a wink, and ambled off like nothing happened.
She bit her lip to hide her amusement and wisely chose not to say anything about his sudden mood change. “Hi?”
Inuyasha grumbled something under his breath, sighed, then finally turned toward her. “You settling in okay?”
She shrugged. “For the most part. Still trying to wrap my head around everything, y’know?”
He nodded. “Understandable. You meet everyone?”
“They’ve all introduced themselves,” she said softly. “They’re really kind. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Pains in my ass. All of ‘em. You’ll change your mind soon enough.”
Kagome chuckled and her smile was warm, knowing. “But you love them.”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.
They talked for a while longer. Nothing deep, just easy, natural banter. Eventually Inuyasha left to handle something else, confident she was in good hands. Kagome suspected he wasn’t one to lounge around, always needing to do something to stay busy. She understood. Being busy meant you weren’t lost in thoughts one would rather not dwell on.
Time passed. Kagome chatted with Scout again, shared a few words with Kid and Iris, even got a wave from the girl called Fawn. But when Sango and Iris returned, it was with gifts.
“Toiletries,” Sango announced, holding up a bag like a prize. “Courtesy of Ash’s latest haul.”
“And clothes!” Iris added. “Also, want a hot shower?”
Kagome blinked. “You have hot water?”
They both grinned. “Oh, girl. You’re in for a treat.”
Ten minutes later Kagome stood beneath the steaming water, head tipped back and eyes closed in pure, unadulterated bliss. God, but it must have been months since she’d been able to have a real shower, with hot water, soap, and shampoo. She was eternally grateful that Iris and Sango didn’t have any problems sharing the newly found stash of toiletries and she made a mental note to thank them, like, a hundred times over for their generosity.
After fifteen or so minutes – though she’d wanted to stay longer, she didn’t want to use up all the precious hot water – Kagome stepped out of the locker room shower stall and for the first time in forever, she felt clean. Not just physically, but inside too. Sango and Iris had occupied the other showers and together they’d joked and laughed, shared stories, gushed about Scout’s cute tails and Kouga’s ego, and reveled in the simple magic of female company.
Afterward, fresh clothes clinging to damp skin – a simple gray t-shirt and black leggings – Kagome stepped into the hallway and stretched languidly. A yawn came out of nowhere and it left Kagome blinking.
Inuyasha appeared in front of her and cocked a brow. She blinked again and offered a tired smile.
“Come on,” he said gruffly. “You need sleep.”
He led her to a door off the hallway and opened it. Inside was what looked like an old office, converted to a living space. A desk sat near the back wall, bookshelves crammed with salvaged odds and ends, a beat-up orange sofa that had definitely seen better days folded out into a bed with a folded-up blanket at the foot and some pillows. A pleasant scent of cedar hung in the air and Kagome breathed it in deeply.
“This is mine,” he muttered. “Only place with a working lock. You can crash here till we clear a space for you.”
Kagome stepped in slowly. “You don’t mind?”
“If I minded, I wouldn’t offer.”
She smiled faintly and sat on the edge of the bed. “Thanks.”
Gratefully she lied down and wiggled around until she got comfortable. The blanket settled over her a second later and she smiled up at the half-demon as he tucked it around her, her eyes already drifting close. She sighed, whispered a breathy goodnight, and relaxed.
She was out in seconds.
Inuyasha lingered a moment longer, watching her chest rise and fall in the faint light. Something pulled tight in his chest again, strange but not particularly unwelcoming. He liked this, he decided. Liked having in her his space. Liked how peaceful she looked, curled up on the thin, spring mattress of the sofa-bed, blanket tucked close around her, confident of her safety.
And well didn’t that give him all the warm fuzzies. Even though he’d known her for almost a week now, it still astounded him that Kagome trusted him so easily to keep her safe, to protect her from the ugliness outside these walls. She’d been dealt a pretty shitty hand, and he’d be a lying bastard if he said he wasn’t glad he’d made the decision to take her in. She was already fitting in, getting along great with Sango and Ayame, the runt seemed to like her to since he couldn’t stop talking about her, and even soft-spoken Kohaku mentioned that she seemed like a good addition after Sango explained she’d helped treat Miroku’s wound.
Yeah. He’d made the right decision. And was glad everyone else agreed on that, too.
With a grunt, and one last lingering look toward the sleeping woman, he turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
He had work to do. Plans to make. And he needed to talk to the others about training Kagome after her bullet wound was fully healed. He was confident the girls would take part in it, as well as Miroku when he was recovered from his own injury. And even before he was recovered, he was excellent at explaining maneuvers and tactics in ways that were easily understood. It was what made him a great trainer when the dojo had still been in operation, before the world went to shit.
As for the others, Kouga can piss right the hell off, no way was he getting anywhere near Kagome if he had something to say about it. And while Shippou and Kohaku could hold their own when the time called for it, they were still kids. But that was fine. With the four of them – Miroku, Sango, Ayame, and himself of course – he was confident they’d whip Kagome into shape in no time and soon she’d be out patrolling with the lot of them, collecting supplies, downing zombies like it was her second job, and contributing to the safety and protection of their makeshift little family.
Yeah, Inuyasha thought and headed toward the weapons room to take inventory since the two bozos at the shop had forgotten to before leaving – again. Definitely a good decision.
Once, there was an island with all sorts of animals, and they fought and they ran and they hid.
But mostly, they were scared.
But then, a robot fell right out of the sky.
Roz.
She had some strange ideas.
Thought kindness was a survival skill.
And you know what?
She was right.
“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”
Hey hon! Disnyou delete chapter 14 of the brothel fic? It was there and now its gone 😔
yes i did. i apologize. being accused of plagiarism after coming back to the fandom from a years long hiatus will do that. maybe eventually ill post it again, along with the chapter to neighbors, but for now im pissed off enough to disappear again.
