Crossover: A Different Inuyasha.

The moon was bright and the stars were few; all was quiet in Maple Village, except for the occasional chirping of insects in the distant autumn fields.

Inuyasha lay sprawled on the bedding, his silver hair scattered on the floor, his fire rat robe casually open, revealing his muscular chest.

He snored evenly and slept soundly, like a carefree country dog ​​in the village, sleeping after eating and barking occasionally.

Feng knelt on the other side of the bedding, supporting himself on his knees with his hands, staring at him.

The lights were out, and moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, falling directly on Inuyasha's profile and illuminating his sleeping face, which was completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Looking at his carefree attitude, she felt a fire burning inside her, keeping her tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

In the evening, she had prepared dinner at home and was squatting by the stove, tending to the firewood.

Hearing the door open, he looked up, about to say "You're back," but his gaze fell on Inuyasha's neck.

A few pale red hickeys were faintly visible among her silvery-white hair.

Feng's smile froze on his face.

Inuyasha, oblivious to everything, sidled up to him, grinning and calling out, "Kaede, is dinner ready yet? I'm starving!"

He then picked up the bowl with a smile, ate two large bowls of rice, and repeatedly praised, "Delicious!"

During the process, Feng wanted to ask questions several times, but he held back. Finally, he watched as the shameless dog lay down on the straw mat, rolled over, and started snoring.

What is this?

Come here to replenish your energy so you can continue fighting the women outside tomorrow?

And what about yourself?

Feng tossed and turned, unable to sleep, because of those unsightly hickeys.

The moonlight shone on her slightly furrowed brows, and for the first time in her life, the spirited witch felt like an old teacup discarded in a corner—worthless and covered in dust.

"...stinky dog."

She bit her lip and muttered a curse under her breath, so softly that only she could hear it.

The night wind blew through the window, ruffling the hair on her forehead. Feng lay back heavily on the straw mat and pulled the blanket over her head.

At the same time, Inuyasha opened his eyes and looked at Kaede, who was sleeping with her back to him. His eyes flickered in the darkness.

He wasn't some clueless, idiot dog from the original story; he naturally understood what Jieluo's provocation meant.

Inuyasha specifically showed it to Kaede, wanting to see what Kaede thought of him.

The result was obvious: Feng Yatou did indeed have different feelings for him.

Inuyasha rolled over a few times, deliberately making a noise, and moved closer to Kaede from behind, the two of them only an arm's length apart.

"Maple, are you asleep?"

Feng kept his eyes closed and ignored him, his breathing as even as if he were truly fast asleep.

Inuyasha waited a few moments, then muttered to himself, "I've heard that people don't feel anything when they're sound asleep... I'll give it a try."

Feng chuckled inwardly.

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She wanted to see what tricks this silly dog ​​could pull.

Should I secretly pull her hair, or draw a turtle on her face? I'll catch him red-handed and see how he tries to play dumb then.

Inuyasha slowly lifted the blanket covering Kaede's head. Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft and serene glow on Kaede's profile, making her appear completely different from the dignified priestess she was during the day.

He gazed at her, his eyes less playful and more serious.

During the day, Feng always had a slight frown, sharp eyes, and an undeniable decisiveness in every gesture.

As a priestess, she is not as strong as Kikyo; in order to protect the village, she needs to devote more energy to learning knowledge and honing her skills, and has to arm herself with dignity.

"Feng, you've worked hard."

A warm feeling welled up in Feng's heart. 'Hmph, at least he knows how to say nice things… at least the cooking for that stinky dog ​​wasn't for nothing.'

Then--

A warm pair of lips gently landed on her cheek.

Feng froze instantly.

Her fingers tightened under the covers, her heart pounded, her eyelashes trembled violently, and her body was taut like a fully drawn bow.

They dared not open their eyes, nor dared they move.

"That stupid dog, what is he... what is he doing?!"

A voice screamed from the depths of her heart, yet the warm touch on her cheek was as clear as a brand, burning her ears and making her scalp tingle.

The night breeze drifted through the window, gently ruffling their hair. Inuyasha's lips lingered on her cheek for a couple of breaths before slowly pulling away.

"I thought I was going to get beaten up..."

Inuyasha gazed at the beautiful, mature priestess whose heart was pounding like a drum, whose breathing and expression had completely changed, and whispered like a demon.

"But he still hasn't woken up?"

"It seems that people really don't feel anything when they're asleep."

Upon hearing this, Feng gritted her teeth under the covers, her mind a jumbled mess.

She wanted to sit up abruptly and scold this shameless scoundrel, but she didn't know how to face the fact that he had kissed her intimately.

Insult him? Hit him?

Or should we pretend nothing happened?

Just as she was in a state of confusion and caught between a rock and a hard place, she heard Inuyasha's voice.

"How about another kiss? Hmm, too much is as bad as too little. Let's try again tomorrow."

Feng's mind went blank for a second, completely exploding.

"There's still tomorrow?!"

She closed her eyes, barely daring to breathe, her heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of her throat, as if it had been thrown into boiling water.

But the instigator did not leave.

Feng could clearly feel a burning gaze fixed on his face, filled with undisguised lust.

A few breaths later, Inuyasha's voice, muttering to himself, rang out again, even closer than before, "As expected... I couldn't resist. Kaede, can I kiss you one more time?"

Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed inwardly for Gouzi taking advantage of someone who was pretending to be asleep.

She wanted to say "get lost" and curse "insolence," but the words caught in her throat as she thought of the hickey on Inuyasha's neck when he returned, and she couldn't open her eyes no matter what.

In the end, Feng only moved his body slightly, mumbled something incoherently, and his eyelids trembled slightly, making it seem as if he was about to wake up.

Just as her eyelashes were about to open, a warm touch landed on her cheek with lightning speed.

Immediately, the scorching heat receded, and a rustling sound came from behind.

Inuyasha rolled back onto his bedding, his movements as swift as a dog's.

Feng stood frozen in place, the lingering warmth on her cheeks like a ball of fire, burning even her ears.

A mix of indescribable emotions welled up inside me—shame, anger, and... a touch of unspoken panic.

"Did Inuyasha... kiss Kikyo like this back then?"

Did Kikyo feel happy back then?

Feng shrank back, burying his burning cheeks in the sun-scented bedding.

The warm scent of cotton and linen lingered around my nose, yet my mind remained unsettled for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, the moon sets and the sun rises.

The next day arrived.

Feng barely slept a wink all night, with faint bluish-gray circles under his eyes. He did what he always did: wash up, start a fire, and cook porridge.

Inuyasha, on the other hand, had a good sleep. He stretched and sat up from the straw mat, his silver hair draped loosely over his shoulders. He yawned as if nothing had happened last night.