Crossover: A Different Inuyasha

My brain was still lingering in the lingering effects of last night's alcohol, as muddled as a pot of overcooked porridge.

It's as if you can still hear Jieluo whispering in your ear, "After you finish this cup, there will be another one."

After a while, Feng's vision gradually focused, and then his gaze moved downwards, finding the culprit behind his chest tightness.

Her full head of silver hair cascaded down her chest, the strands gleaming softly in the morning light.

Between the tips of his hair, a pair of fluffy dog ​​ears were twitching slightly.

The tips of her ears were white with a rosy tint, gilded with a warm golden edge by the morning light streaming through the window, and trembled gently with each even snore.

"...Inuyasha?"

Feng froze, his gaze fixed on the dog's head, which was resting peacefully on his chest. In that instant, the haze of his hangover was mostly dispelled by a sudden burst of clarity.

She tried to recall what had happened the night before—the noise of the banquet, the clinking of wine bowls, and then… she couldn’t remember anything after that.

Only a vague warmth lingered on my skin, like touching some distant impression through a thick curtain of water.

"It was my first time, and I lost it all in a drunken stupor."

The mature and beautiful priestess looked at Inuyasha's twitching dog ears and suddenly felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside her.

Dawn, silver hair, furry ear tips, and the snoring of my beloved man.

In everyday life, all of this would probably make her smile.

Ke Feng felt a tightness in his chest.

She couldn't remember who had taken off her clothes, nor could she remember... whether her body had been properly touched last night.

What the priestess wanted was for Inuyasha to gently call her name during her waking hours, and then to entrust everything to him.

Instead of what I am now—waking up with a splitting headache from a hangover, while the jerk of a man, his head resting on my chest, is sleeping like a log.

'Inuyasha, you are truly a calamity in my and Kikyo's lives...'

Feng suppressed his surging emotions, and his sorrowful face suddenly changed as a tingling sensation spread from his chest to his brain.

'Inuyasha, you can't bite there…'

The shrine maiden, who was pretending to be asleep, couldn't resist the soul-stirring bites. She parted her thin lips slightly and let out a soft "Eek~", waking up the morning.

Even though they were separated by the ample mountain peaks, Kaede's wildly beating heart had already awakened Inuyasha.

The man who knew her personality immediately felt like he was back in his childhood, awakening the witch's maternal instincts.

"Inuyasha, you bastard!"

The words, spoken through gritted teeth, rained down on him. Feng placed his hands on Inuyasha's shoulders, about to forcefully push him away.

"Hey, is this what they call a jerk?"

Inuyasha moved even faster, propping himself up and grabbing her two slender white wrists with one hand before Feng could exert any force. He then pressed them over the priestess's head and onto the bedding.

The morning light slanted in through the windowpane, turning the air between the two of them a pale gold.

Their breaths mingled, so close they could feel each other's warm breath on their cheeks.

"So, my shrine maiden, do you like this kind of bastard?"

"I... I would never like you!"

The frivolous and vulgar voice reached her ears, and Feng, her face flushed, glared at the man.

Inuyasha's body hovered above her, his silver hair falling into the gap between them, the ends brushing against her flawless white collarbone, causing a slight ripple of excitement.

His gaze swept over her ears, which were red with embarrassment and anger, her eyelashes, which trembled slightly, and the thin layer of water in her eyes.

The affectionate gaze made Feng's heart flutter, and she couldn't help but turn her face away, biting her lower lip, her eyes turning slightly red.

She didn't want Inuyasha to see her like this—even though she was the one being taken advantage of, her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears first.

"Maple, you are so beautiful."

Inuyasha chuckled softly, leaned down, and as if savoring a delicious dish, slowly kissed the corner of her eye.

When his lips touched those damp eyelashes, Feng trembled slightly.

Tears were caught by a warm touch, the salty liquid melting on Inuyasha's lips.

His kisses were very light, from the corner of her eye to her brow, as if smoothing out some tiny wrinkles, with a patience and tenderness that was completely opposite to her mood at that moment.

Feng's breathing became erratic, his jaw clenched, and his closed lips remained silent.

She was afraid that once she opened her mouth, she would succumb to the other person's tenderness.

After a while, Inuyasha finally raised his head, looked at the priestess whose eyes were wandering, brought his lips close to her ear, breath brushed against her earlobe, and his voice was full of mischievous cunning.

Nothing happened last night.

He spoke very softly, as softly as the rustling sound carried away by the wind as it brushes past the eaves.

Feng was startled, still holding his wrist down, and turned his head to look at him.

Inuyasha was smiling at her with his eyes crinkled.

The mischievousness and frankness in that smile were mixed together, like a weasel that stole a chicken but then released it back.

The shrine maiden stared at the lecherous man for several seconds, her emotions shattered by those words, and she couldn't help but sneer.

"Find your conscience, are you the kind of person who can remain unmoved by a woman in your lap?"

"Look at what's happening now... oh dear~"

Hearing Kaede's adorable bubble sounds, Inuyasha, who had returned to his childhood, looked up at the shrine maiden with a face full of shame and indignation, and said with an expression of enjoyment.

"My conscience isn't big, but yours is big, white, and soft."

"You bastard pervert!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

"You bastard!"

"Yes, I'm an idiot."

When Feng realized that the silver-haired half-demon was completely oblivious to everything, he turned away and became angry.

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Knowing when to stop, Inuyasha released her wrist, stepped back a little, sat up cross-legged, and stretched.

“Last night you were so drunk you were like a mud puddle, clinging to the wine jar and refusing to let go, so I carried you back from the table.”

"I helped you change your clothes, and you just took a nap while lying down."

Kaede picked up the blanket and covered herself with it, staring at Inuyasha who didn't seem to be lying, her head hanging down, a sense of loss rising in her heart again.

Even after all that, you still won't touch yourself?

What a beastly bastard!

A face suddenly appeared, and Inuyasha looked up at the gloomy Kaede with a mocking expression.

"My shrine maiden, are you regretting that I didn't make a move against you last night?"

Feng's face flushed instantly, and she grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at him.

"What a load of rubbish!"

"You're the one who should be regretting it!"

The pillow missed Inuyasha; instead, the latter tackled Kaede to the ground on the soft bedding.

"Feng, I know what you're thinking."

"You understand my feelings too."

"So, let's be together."

The silver-haired half-demon's burning gaze almost melted the priestess, leaving her utterly powerless.

"Hey~ wait a minute~ um~ be gentle..."

Chapter 50 Interlude

Inside Rashomon, the lingering aroma of alcohol mixed with the aftertaste of roasted meat hung stickily in the air, refusing to dissipate even after a whole night.

Inside the spacious hall, countless monsters lay sprawled about.

Dong Lan leaned against a thick wooden pillar, arms crossed, long hair cascading over her shoulders, head tilted slightly to one side, her brows no longer displaying their usual cold arrogance, but instead showing a rare gentleness.

After the defeat and death of the Great Lord's kin, the fate of the entire clan rested on her shoulders. Although Donglan took this as motivation, the accumulated pressure was still becoming unbearable for her.

Especially when you submit to the dog clan, you may appear calm on the surface, but you are inwardly tormented. Last night's relaxation was like letting the floodwaters burst through the dam after a torrential rain.

Not far from her, the two sisters, Chunlan and Xialan, huddled together like two kittens warming each other.

Chunlan's tail wrapped around Xialan's waist, and her head buried in Xialan's shoulder.

Xia Lan had one arm draped over Chun Lan's back, while her other hand gripped a half-eaten bone, her claws clenched tightly, as if she were still fighting someone for food in her dream.

Qiu Lan lay sprawled on the cushion, face up, limbs outstretched, snoring loudly.

Wolfy's head rested on the belly of an unknown little demon, one leg was draped over the shoulder of another demon, and a glistening line of drool hung from the corner of his mouth.

A green blob moved.

Evil visions struggled to emerge from under Wolf Wild's thick calves.

He propped himself up on his arms, rubbing his aching back, and shook his groggy head. The mess that greeted him left him stunned for a while before he remembered what had happened last night.

"Young Master Sesshomaru..."

Where are you...?

Jaken's first thought was to find Sesshomaru.

He always felt something was missing and felt uneasy when he didn't see Lord Sesshomaru.

The little monster trudged through the shattered wine jars and scattered bones, stepping over the bodies of the still-sleeping monsters, and finally exited the hall.

The morning light rushed in.

The north wind blew into my collar.

The frigid air, like an ice scalpel, instantly shattered most of the remaining intoxication.

Xie Jian squinted, stood on the steps, and rubbed his dry eyes a couple of times until his vision gradually cleared.

A thin layer of frost covered the courtyard, shimmering with a delicate silvery sheen in the morning sun.

The servants were bending over, sweeping up the debris left over from last night. The soft rustling of the brooms across the stone slabs echoed gently in the quiet morning breeze.

Xie Jian took a deep breath, patted his face, composed himself, and stepped down the stairs to the nearest servant.

He straightened his back, struck a pose, and raised his head to speak, "Hey, servant, where is young master Sesshomaru?"

The servant stopped sweeping, pointed in a direction, and spoke respectfully.

"Human guests stay in the right hall of the front courtyard, and monster guests stay in the left hall of the front courtyard."

Xie Jian nodded and took a step.

'This lord's mansion is huge. I wish young master Sesshomaru could have one too.'

They asked for directions twice more along the way, and on the third stop, they happened to meet the Nine-Nine Toad, who was preparing to return to his territory to start the new year's work.

"Young Master Sesshomaru?"

Hearing the little monster's question, the Nine-Nine Toad thought hard for a moment.

Jaken gestured, "It's a dog demon as handsome as Inuyasha!"

"I remember now!"

This reminder seemed to make an exclamation mark appear on the forehead of the Nine-Nine Toad.

"You can go look for that house with the plum tree in the front yard."

Xiejian walked quickly down the corridor.

The morning light between the columns was cut into thin strips of light by the wooden lattice windows, falling on the floor like a thin layer of gold leaf.

"A plum tree, a plum tree, I've got it!"