Power of Pink by Luna_Spellsprite

Pink - Aerosmith

I’ve got no papers of ownership to Inuyasha or Aerosmith, in fact I don’t even own my pets or the roof I sleep under. I’m just considered the opener of the door and bringer of munchies. These things just tugged on my leash of imagination for the PINK challenge.

Check it people… I finally caught a wild plunnie!! I will love him and hug him and call him George!

I saw at least two more of the furry things hopping around here, wish me luck in catching them! Shhhh!  I’m chasin’ wabbits!

Gah… I don’t own Loony Toons either! Friggin legailites... *grumbles* 

This has NOT been beta'd so I appologize for any errors.

Pink - it's my new obsession
Pink - it's not even a question,
Pink - on the lips of your lover
(oh)
'Cause Pink is the love you discover

He first saw pink when she pulled the sword from the stone in his father’s final resting place. That skimpy little skirt the onna wore would have made his eyes pop out of his head had his control of self not been so great. His beast started whining like a begging pup when she stumbled back and the skirt quickly flew up flashing the lacy pink panties. Instinct won over Reason and took control of their body swiftly changing to their natural form in an attempt to impress her. The hanyou was nothing more than annoying flea… right? The last vestige of sanity that Reason could perform was an attempt to annihilate the threat to his bachelorhood with a blast of acid.

The loss of their arm had Instinct stuffed literally into the “dog house” for some time. Reason made sure that every time Instinct started sniffing its nose in her direction that the “arm incident” was brought up; thus scolding it back into line like the threat of a rolled scroll over the nose when said puppy misbehaves.

However, puppy love can have a vicious bite when you least expect it. Instinct watched the power grow in the miko and praised her to Reason every chance it got. In turn, Reason finally accepted the little onna as a being he could respect.

Pink - as the bing on your cherry
Pink - 'cause you are so very
Pink - it's the color of passion
Ah, 'cause today it just goes with the fashion

It took the ragtag group 3 years to finally kill the kumo hanyou. The last act of desperation from the kumo was the second shattering of the jewel… the fucker.

The haze of bloodlust began to wear off and they scanned the battlefield for their compatriots. Voices around them cried out when they spotted the miko. Her once pristine white shirt was splotched pink with blood spatter and gore; she was still alive, proudly standing her ground, ready to defend against another attack if need be. The alarm the others raised was from the crimson stripes swiftly overtaking the front of the fabric.

The demons of the group converged on her location within a heartbeat to be swiftly surrounded by the humans. She collapsed backwards into the arms of her best friend as her kit started sobbing “Momma!” his straining body held back by the demon slayer as she looked down in horror at the damage the kumo had inflicted to her sister.

The Inu hanyou looked up with desperation pleading from his eyes towards his alpha, “Don’t let her die!” as all those with sensitive ears could hear the slowing of her heart.

Reason opened his mouth to pontificate words of intellectual wisdom on bravery, honor, and sacrifice. Instinct spoke instead, “Give her to me.”

Pink - it was love at first sight
Yeah, Pink - when I turn out the light
And Pink gets me high as a kite
And I think everything is going to be all right
No matter what we do tonight

Dusk was begging as the orb of light splashed down into the onsen. The hot water would drain her life faster Reason argued, but it’s the fastest way to wash the wounds Instinct countered.

A clawed hand sliced the wet fabric and strange breast binding from her chest revealing two gaping gashes that ran shallow from belly, to deeply across her left breast, continuing up towards her shoulder. Both gapped at the marring of such flawless beauty. Instinct leaned down and began to gently lathe the damaged flesh as Reason controlled the flow of acid to cauterize the wound.

At the first taste of her blood on his tongue he knew he was doomed. Reason couldn’t argue with Instinct any longer. She was truly divine. Her blood bubbled delightfully on his tongue like the flavorful sparkling wine called champagne that had been a gift from another lord. They could sip her forever if she allowed it, they were agreed. She will be ours!

 The warmth of the water started to bring her back to consciousness but the pain burning across her flesh brought her back to reality. Looking down to find her once tentative ally tenderly lapping at her angry pink flesh made her consider that she’d died and gone to some perverse level of hell… or heaven.

Oh what a way to go… his pink tongue was truly talented. “Definitely in heaven” whispered from her lips as she succumbed to unconsciousness again.

His ears tipped pink as he realized he was unfairly molesting an unaware woman. “Down boy” was their mantra that evening.

You could be my flamingo
'Cause pink - it's the new kinda of lingo
Pink - like a deco umbrella (shit)
It's kink that you don't ever tell her

It took another two years to chase down the re-fractured gem. It also took that long to get the feisty onna to believe that their courtship was serious. Her innocence in the world around her was a continuous treasure. Her knowledge of that same world challenged his views and kept him from becoming bored.

Gifts of wealth didn’t impress her as much as the simple presentation of a newly budding pink azalea when he had to leave to attend to a lordly matter in his realm. It baffled Reason that she didn’t want the title he would bestow; much as it delighted Instinct that she preferred to snuggle once he returned under a gaudy pink sleeping bag while they lay in each other’s arms watching the stars change seasons.

The final wish was released to the universe in a streak of pink light across the heavens.

That evening the stoic lord finally spoke the words that would make the time lost miko agree to be his mate.

Pink - it was love at first sight
And Pink when I turn out the light
Pink gets me high as a kite
And I think everything is going to be all right
No matter what we do tonight

Reason agreed with their soon to be mate and the wedding was as circumspect as one in his position could get away with. Instinct delighted that the dinner feast however was a tantalizing delay to the upcoming pleasures of the flesh. Every food with propounding effects of virility, fertility, passion, and desire was presented with well wishes to the happy couple.

Her eyes danced with bashful merriment and her face flushed an endearing shade of pink as their friends wasted no time in shooing them out the door of the dining hall. Reason held out his hand. When she smiled shyly yet took his hand with confidence his heart clenched in his chest. Instinct pulled her swiftly into their private chamber and latched the door securely behind them.     

Yeah!

I want to be your lover
I, I wanna wrap you in rubber
As pink as the sheets that we lay on
'Cause Pink - it's my favorite crayon

They had had a lengthy discussion about aging. Their mating would bind her life to his, prolonging her lifespan barring no influencing tragedies. But without knowing how long a hanyou child lived they decided to err on the side of caution till they knew more. There weren’t really that many hanyou around to compare with. The Inu hanyou amazingly purposed using himself as a baseline factor in their research, Reason agreed to wait; Instinct just kept saying everything would be fine, look at the power of their bloodline.

As Reason bickered with Instinct in the “No pups yet” verse “pups now”, the deciding factor was of course their lovely mate. “I started taking a prescription, but the doctor recommends using another form of birth control until the medicine takes its full effect.” She pulled out a small foil square with a “Voila” sound. “They’re called condoms.”

He may have the literal carnal knowledge but her 21st century education made up for her lack of experience. A heated kiss swiftly turned into a lazy exploration of attributes. The puckered pink flesh across her breast she first considered to be an abhorrence of shame soon became an erogenous zone. Her mate making it clear that this battle scar was nothing more than a testament to her will to live, her desire to protect her family and friends with her life at the cost of her flesh.

Before their passions could burn completely out of control she showed him how to carefully remove the condom from its wrapper. Its application however, Reason understood its necessity; Instinct cringed as they looked down at the packaged presentation.

“It’s Pink!” he snarled in disgust.

She leaned over to the last remaining candle and blew it out. “Not anymore” she giggled mischievously.

The howls and cries of satisfaction that evening had everyone within earshot a blushing shade of pink. Few were able to look one another in the eyes for some time.

Yeah!

Pink - it was love at first sight (yeah)
Pink - when I turn out the light
Pink - it's like red but not quite
And I think, everything is going to be all right
No matter what we do tonight

Observers to the passage of time, taking great pains to never change what she knew was to unfold through the timeline. Reasons caution won over Instinct's pride and her prudence was often the cornerstone of their diplomacy. The trusted balance between the two beings brought harmony, security, and prosperity to the western lands.

She joined him during his wanderings of their territories. They took pleasures in the simple things. A cool breeze on a hot summer day, explosions of color during the fall, a warm fire on a frigid winter night, and gentle rains in spring that encouraged the budding of blooms. But nothing brought them more happiness and pride than when they finally presented each new squealing pink child to the world around them.