Mercenaries R' Us by Goober

The Ceiling Fan

Mercenaries R' Us

Okay, I keep trying to get my indentations, but this thing wont let me! Could somebody tell me how I can get my story into actual paragraphs and make italics?! I have it saved in my files right, but this wont let me!

Kagome Higurashi was snuggled in her king sized bed, surrounded by her collection of pillows and stuffed animals big and small. She was just about to slip off into the sweet embrace of slumber when she had the uneasy feeling of something amiss. Groggily the woman sat up, rubbed her eyes, got out of her bed, and walked to a green curtained window that overlooked part of her backyard.

'Huh?' She could have sworn she saw a pair of eyes shining in the darkness, but after she blinked they were gone. Pearly teeth nibbled on a plump lower lip as she considered her next move. 'What's the worse thing it could be? ...a bear...but the chances of that are slim, right? Maybe it's a person, an injured person. I can't just ignore this, right? And there's still a chance it's nothing at all...' Kagome sighed and slid out of her cocoon and grabbed a pink cotton robe to cover her nude form. She always slept naked, loving the feel of sensuality and freedom it enlisted.

Mustering up her courage she opened her nightstand drawer and retrieved a flashlight. Silently she left her room, not bothering to turn on the lights since she knew the whole house by heart, and made her way to the back door. Make a left out of her room and down her Pergo stairs to the main floor, a u-turn to avoid the front door, and straight through her kitchen and out the back. Once outside she took a moment to inhale the sweet, muggy air that was Louisiana and listen to the sounds of the bayou that surrounded her home. Then it was across her deck and down the dozen steps next to her enclosed hot tub to the cool grass of her backyard. Once again she inhaled the air, taking in the scents with her sensitive youkai nose. But the humid air that engulfed her offered nothing but a musky smell from the previous storm's rain.

This was where fear climb up her spine and took hold of her. What the hell did she think she was doing? There was a war going on in town and mercenaries were crawling all over the place. What if one of them was here to kill her? What if-

A twig snapped somewhere to her right and Kagome froze. Common sense said to flee back into the house and up into the safety of her bed. Curiosity, however, urged her to go check it out. 'Oh dear...this is bad...' But in the end curiosity squashed common sense and emerged victorious over its opponent.

Slowly Kagome approached the bank of the swamp where the sound had come from, careful to avoid any copperheads or rattlers that might have decided to enjoy some Southern hospitality. She was still looking down when she heard another sound. Directly in front of her. Swallowing a whimper she looked up and met gazes with a pair of golden eyes. Biting her tongue and mentally praying for a long life Kagome brought up her flashlight and flicked it on.

And there, directly in the ray of light, was the pale, chiseled, and extremely dirty, face of a man. Kagome squeaked and turned the flashlight off. She took a deep breath, rubbed her eyes, and turned it back on.

He was still there.

"Uh oh." she whimpered.

A sadistic grin appeared on the marble face that peered out at her.

"Um...hi?"

The grin got bigger, and he shifted his weight, revealing a large gun held in his large hands and an outfit of dark camouflage. Oh God, it was a mercenary.

Kagome felt the ice cold fingers of terror wrapping around her. In response she could feel her primal side, a rather large part of her identity thanks to a life on the swamp surrounded by nature, her natural miko abilities, and her youkai blood rising to the surface to overtake her rational side. This was both good and bad. Good: she had better instincts and could tell this was a youkai and therefore how to act properly around him and not be slaughtered. Bad: she was much more vulnerable to the male now that it was mating season and she would be less inclined to resist him should he decide to get frisky. Also, fight or flight was greatly increased. Rationality would be reduced a whisper in the back of her mind.

Choices. Choices.

A rustling in front of her snapped her out of her reverie. Immediately she focused her light back where he was, only to have not his face, but his groin in her sights. Blushing madly she brought the light up until it met his face. He was big. Really big. Well over six feet, maybe only an inch or two below seven. And he had long, gray hair. His body was solid, or at least that's what his clothes said.

'Clothes...'Kagome's eyes widened and her heart stopped beating. She was outside, in the middle of the night, in front of a youkai mercenary, in nothing more than a cotton robe that barely came to her knees. Remarkably it didn't bother her nearly as much as it should have. Actually, now that she thought about it, she felt rather calm. Light-headed even. But why would she-

"No." she murmured, finally understanding what was going on. Youkai have special abilities, poison a rather common one. Frantically Kagome tried to clear the fog engulfing her mind while looking to where the gas was coming from. Her light landed on his hands that were glowing a sickly green and surrounded by some mist of the same color.

"Shhhh." he cooed, "Relax and take deep breaths."

Kagome shook her head 'no'. It was then that she made her decision; sharp instincts were a hell of a lot better than being a youkai male's sex toy. She may have been a virgin, but she wasn't completely naïve about what happened behind closed doors and she had played a bit with past boyfriends. She also knew that not all sexual acts were consensual, especially with youkai. They had their own rules that sometimes didn't coincide with human laws and morals.

The first thing her instincts told her was 'run'. And she did. With a sob Kagome turned and sprinted across her yard and up her stairs, her small feet barely touching the ground. She could feel him right behind her and cursed herself for being female. Youkai males were generally stronger, but not necessarily faster, than females. Females ran, males fought. It was sexist, but true. And right now she hated it. If she survived this she was going to get a personal trainer and get ripped.

But she had to escape first. And that, Kagome knew, was much harder than it sounded.

She slammed into the door without stopping, using her weight and momentum to bust it open. Her shoulder screamed in pain at impact but she ignored it and kept going. Traction was a distant memory as she skidded across her wood floor and swung onto the stairs using the banister. Heavy footsteps thundered behind her and heavy panting filled her ears. Suddenly the sounds behind her stopped and it was only Kagome making noise. A heavy weight collapsed on Kagome's petite body just as she cleared the top step.

'God no!' her mind screamed.

Desperately she struggled under him, hitting any body part she could reach, but he was solid muscle and only held her tighter in his grasp. Then he grunted when her knee his something particularly hard and went limp. It took Kagome barely a second to realize what she had just hit and she took the opportunity and ran like the wind with it.

Adrenaline pumping furiously in her system Kagome sped into her room and tore through the flimsy screen door that led to her upper deck. From the railing she could jump into her neighbor's pool, impossible act for a human, but more than plausible for her, and get help. She doubted her assailant would go after her then.

But Kagome never got to find out. Just as she was about to take her leapt steel arms wrapped themselves around her and dragged her back into her room and to her bed. Snarling she tried one more move.

The male howled in pain as the purifying energy raced through his system and burnt his flesh. But it wasn't enough. Enraged now he reared his hand back and slapped her straight across the face. White lights burst from behind her eyes and then there was nothing.

~~~~~~~~~*(this is a break in time or event)

When Kagome opened her eyes again the lights in her room were still off but dozens of candles had been lit. Her robe was wide open and her right cheek was throbbing painfully. Not to mention her shoulder, which felt like it was on fire.

For a few moments she just lay there on her bed, trying to remember what had happened. And then it hit her. The man, the stairs, and then the slap that had sent her into oblivion. Gasping Kagome shot up into a sitting position, only to be hit by a tidal wave of nausea that sent her flopping back onto her blankets and pillows.

"I am sorry about hitting you, but you gave me no choice." The baritone voice rumbled

Every muscle in Kagome's body constricted until she was as stiff as a plank of plywood. Then a callused finger touched her stomach and her muscles shot her up to the ceiling like a spring. Shivering like a sapling in a hurricane she clutched the blades of her ceiling fan, slowly revolving round and round in a never ending cycle.

Below her stood the mercenary, who had apparently used her shower if the water droplets on his shoulders were any sign. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only his pants and combat boots, and his gun was nowhere in sight. But one look at his muscle physique told her that he could more than easily hurt her if he needed. He looked like he was smiling at something, even though his lips weren't upturned. It was his eyes. Those eyes that were currently locked onto her. Not at her face though, a little lower. About the height of her-

"Oh my God!" she squealed, letting go of the fan to close her robe. She landed and bounced on the bed with an 'oomph' and scrambled under her comforters to cover herself. After being situated for a nanosecond she realized that she could no longer see him. To ratify the situation she scurried around under her blankets until her eyes and nose were the only things sticking out from under them. At least now she could make sure where he was.

Letting out a long breath Kagome snuggled in and waited for his next move.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*(yet another break in time or event)

'How amusing.' Sesshoumaru smirked, staring at the little button nose and glittering blue eyes that peered out at him from under a ridiculous amount of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals.

He had been lost in the god-forsaken swamp for days after being ambushed by six of Onigumo's men. Inuyasha, Auh, and Uhn had gone back to base while he had played decoy by running deeper into the bayou. Not a smart move on his part. He'd been born and raised in Tokyo and had spent most of his life in the Underground until moving here for better pay. Americans loved killing each other, demons and humans alike. It was marvelous for his 'security' business. Unfortunately his ploy had simply resulted in him being stranded without any form of communication or GPS. Not good when in unfamiliar territory.

Then he had seen the house.

It was like the Holy Grail. After three long days of alligators, mosquitoes, leeches, and other disgusting creatures he couldn't name, the house was salvation. Then, as he crept around the outer edges of the swamp, she had appeared.

A raven-haired angel with sapphire eyes and full pink lips wrapped up like the Christmas present of his dreams in a teeny pink robe. And, if his eyes weren't deceiving him, nothing underneath.

Despite his better knowledge he had picked up a small twig at his feet and snapped it in two to catch her attention. It had worked wonderfully. Cautiously the little youkai had crept closer and closer to him until she saw his eyes. Then she had flashed him straight in the face with her flashlight, flipped it off for barely a second, and then back onto his face. Her squeak of surprise made him grin, and her lips made him hard. Very hard.

Uncomfortable he had stood and shifted to relieve the pressure accumulating in his groin. Then he had set out to drug his little angel and bring her inside. Hopefully she would act like any other female and try to jump his bones.

But she hadn't cooperated with him. Instead she had suddenly bolted for her home at an amazing speed. He had winced when she collided with the glass door, but applauded her silently when she simply kept running. He was enjoying the chase, even though his erection hindered him quite a bit.

That had ended at the top of the stairs. He had meant to simply restrain her but she had fought like a wildcat; not at all how youkai females in his homeland would act when captured by a strong male. Women in Japan were demure and looked for strength in mates: that's what they fell in love with. But not this one. No, this one managed to knee him straight in the nuts with the force of a semi truck. Sesshoumaru swore he could hear the crunch of his cock crumbling and folding like an accordion as her kneecap hit it straight on.

A tear had actually slid down his face.

And then he had found her about to leap off of the deck into God-knows-where. From there it had been straight to her bed where she had enlightened him to a very interesting piece of information.

She was a miko. Not just a normal female demon, but a miko with the power to purify him to Kingdom Come. That's when he had slapped her; something that went against all his morals.

From there he had taken a shower, called Inuyasha to tell him, to his half-brother's disgust, that he was indeed alive and would be back at the base sometime tomorrow. She had woken up just as he had hung up and then, just because he had given into a bit of temptation and touched the tan flesh over her stomach, shot straight up and latched onto the ceiling fan.

He had just been about to tell her not to worry and to get down when she had revolved to the point where he could see her vulva underneath her gaping robe. The sight of her hairless nether lips dried his mouth in seconds and brought his aching dick back to life. Speechless at the sight above him Sesshoumaru simply stared in awe as she moved round and round, each angle treating him to another delectable view.

As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. And so it did once she followed his gaze and realized her attire. Or lack there of. It didn't matter. What did matter was that she had dropped like a rock and squirmed under the comforters and out of his sights. That was unacceptable.

So Sesshoumaru set out to remedy the situation.

Again, if somebody could tell me how to get in some italics, that would be a HUGE help! Thanks and Happy Holidays!