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A/N Okay,
just to say…since I’m writing this darn story, I don’t wanna
deal with kikyou. Waaay too depressing. Hey,
if I can make Inuyasha a hentai,
I can make Kikyou an
non-issue, right? So, let’s see, Kikyou’s story:
Kikyou gave the huge jewel shard she’d stolen to Naraku. He laughed and said, you stupid woman, you’ll
never get out of here alive now. And she doesn’t, as he gives Kagura and Kanna the jewel
temporarily and has them chop Kikyou into little clay
bits and suck her into the mirror. Kikyou’s bit
of Kagome’s soul, cagey little thing, hides behind a shoji screen and sneaks
off to Kagome later that night. The end.
There, she’s dead now, thank
goodness. Feel free to be saddened at the tragedy that was her life, or
do a little jig and sing ‘ding dong the witch is dead,’ whatever’s your
preference.
Okay, on with the rest of the
story.
Chapter 15 – I Need to Get Angry
More Often
Sango found Kagome pacing around the camp, her
lengthening shadow wavering with the light of the campfire. “Kagome…” she
trailed off as Kagome looked up at her. How in the world did you start talking
about something like this?
Kagome smiled and came over to give her a
hug before sitting down by the fire, gesturing for Sango
to join her.
“You okay?” Kagome asked softly. Then she
chuckled. “Or should I be asking if Miroku’s all
right, instead? He is still alive, isn’t he?”
“Of course he is.” Sango
muttered. “Maybe not for long, but as it stands now…” Sango
flushed slightly as Kagome smiled.
“Soooo…did I
hear right that you asked Miroku to marry
you?”
Flush deepening, Sango
squirmed, “No! Well, not exactly…”
Kagome patted her hand. “It’s all right, Sango. I know you love him. Sake and unrequited love…it’s
not that much of a stretch to see how it happened.” She giggled. “Although I
really wish I could remember Miroku’s face when you
asked it. That would have been priceless!”
Sango didn’t find it all that funny. “I’m glad I can’t
remember it. Honestly, Kagome-chan, I wish it had
never happened at all. It’s like being in a nightmare.”
“What? Why? It’s all so romantic. You and Miroku have been in love for months now, and rather than
take advantage of you in your moment of weakness…which for Miroku
is pretty impressive, really…he married you! It’s perfect!” She sighed
dreamily, teen hormones temporarily shorting out intellect.
Sango looked at her with all the disdain that piece of
insanity deserved. “Perfect? You are joking, aren’t you?” Kagome’s face radiated
cheerful seriousness. “You’re not joking. Kagome, this is a disaster! Miroku-sama doesn’t love me! “
“That’s ridiculous.”
“No, it’s not! He’s never given me the smallest
hint that he feels anything romantic towards me.”
“Oh please. He tries to get a hold of your
buns ever time you turn around. And if he hasn’t spied on you a number times while you’re bathing, I’ll eat my backpack.”
“He tries to get a hold of every woman’s buns whenever they turn around. Same for
the spying. Really, if his fighting was as impressive as his libido, Naraku would have been dead a long time ago.” She said
grumpily.
“He’s not quite that bad, is he?” Kagome cajoled. At Sango’s
glare she swallowed. “Well, all right, there have been days when he’s that
bad….but honestly, most of those days revolve almost
entirely around you! When’s the last time you saw Miroku
trying to grope me, for example? There’s a reason you’re the focus of his
attentions so often, Sango.”
“Yeah…he wants to live out his remaining
years without being emasculated.” At Kagome’s disbelieving snort, she went on.
“’Do you actually believe Inuyasha hasn’t had words
with that hentai over this?”
The thought had Kagome considering for a
moment. “You don’t really think Inuyasha threatened
him, do you?’
“Oh, I’m sure it was much more of a
promise than a threat. Touch Kagome and you’ll lose the reason for touching
women in the first place…something like that. But with more cursing.”
Kagome sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re
right. He does seem to be one big, red mass of jealousy these days, doesn’t he?
Still, I don’t think Miroku would be coming after me
anyway. If you could see the way he looks at you when your back is turned … He
cares about you, Sango.”
“He cares about scratching an itch, that’s
all. And I’m not the only one he’ll ask to scratch it. I’m sorry, but I can’t
live that way. I’m not like you, Kagome.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know what I mean,
standing by Inuyasha all this time, even when he was
so caught up in Kikyou…” she trailed off at the look
on Kagome’s face. “What I’m trying to say is, I would have, well, I would have
responded differently in your situation.”
“Oh really.” replied Kagome, a little
irritated.
“Certainly.” Sango said, thinking
about it. “I’d probably have started off with breaking Inuyasha’s
legs, and then I think I’d have broken Kikyou to
pieces and made her into something really unpleasant…like a big, clay chamber
pot.”
Looking at her for a moment, Kagome
grinned. “Okay, so we definitely
don’t react the same way. Still,
doesn’t that make things…easier, in a way? If Miroku
strays, can’t you just, you know, break his legs and…well,
I guess the chamber pot idea is out, but I’m sure you could think of
something…”
Sango smiled slightly but shook her head. “It’s not that
I don’t know what to do TO that houshi if he started
womanizing.” She gritted her teeth momentarily. “Trust me,
something a lot more vital than his legs is going to be in jeopardy if he
starts womanizing at this point. But…I don’t know what to do about how it feels. Gods, it hurts when he flirts with those women, Kagome! How much more
will it hurt if we get even more…intimate? I don’t know if I can stand it. And what
if he finds out exactly how I feel? You know how he is…he’ll just take
advantage of it every time I get angry with him, or every time he wants
something from me…”
“I think you’re selling him short, Sango. I think he could be a really devoted husband.” At Sango’s look of disbelief, she held up her hands, “He could
be!”
“Yes, but can you guarantee it?” Sango asked.
“Sango…no, of
course I can’t. But really, with all we’ve been through, don’t you feel like
you can rely on Miroku? Hasn’t he proven himself?”
“As a fighter, yes. As a companion who would willingly, I admit it,
die in defense of others, yes. As a man who could remain faithful for longer
than the next village? I don’t think so. And I don’t want to take the chance on
him as a husband until I’ve seen at least some evidence that
I could count on him in that way. Which I won’t, because he
doesn’t think about me in that manner, so why would he even bother to try and
restrain himself?”
Kagome’s face grew worried. “So, what are
you going to do? Divorce him?”
“I don’t know…I suppose, maybe, in a year
or so I could do so. I have no plans on being intimate with that man, so
claiming that I’m barren shouldn’t be too hard.”
“What about if you
wanted to marry again?” her hopes for a happy ending for Sango
fading slightly.
“I don’t think that’s likely.” Sango whispered miserably, “I can’t see another man being
able to take his place for quite some time, Kagome. Damn Houshi.”
She stared down at her hands, quietly, biting her lip.
“I thought about leaving the group…” she
finally said.
“What!”
“Don’t worry, I’m not. I don’t think I
have a chance of finishing Naraku, or ever finding Kohaku, if I go out on my own. Aside from
missing you all. It was really tempting though. ” She said,
sighing. “As it stands now, I need to find a way to keep my husband away
from me for the next year or two.”
Kagome shook her head. “Good luck on that
one. Mr. Grab Ass finally has an officially sanctioned chance to put his hands
on you, the object of a large number of lustful fantasies…”
“Kagome!”
“…you know it’s true! Anyway, the day he
doesn’t try to put the make on you is the day someone ties his hands behinds
his back and drowns him in the nearest lake. Of course, you can just smack him
like you usually do and you’ll probably be fine.” Kagome mused, almost to
herself.
When Sango
squirmed silently for a moment, Kagome grew curious. “Sango-chan? What’s the matter?”
“I can’t keep fighting back.”
“Why not? You’re still stronger than he is, if that’s…”
“It’s not that, it’s… He’s starting to get
suspicious.”
“Suspicious of what?”
“How I feel. Why I got so angry over the
marriage when, for once, he didn’t actually take advantage. He’s really going
to start wondering what’s wrong when I’m still objecting to him…touching
me…even though we’re married. He’s already aware that I don’t find him
repulsive. Aside from that, there’s no reason I can give him for keeping him at
arms length at this point.”
“Um, how about because
you don’t feel like it? Being a
wife isn’t a reason why you shouldn’t be able to tell him to shove off.”
“Maybe not in your time, Kagome, but Miroku-sama won’t see it that way.” Sango
replied, sighing.
“Well, not unless he’s recently been
unfaithful.” She added honestly, “and so he will be wondering
why I fight him so hard on this. I just know that devious little brain of
his will figure it out. I don’t want that to happen. I refuse to let that happen when he doesn’t love me.”
Kagome stared at her. “So, you don’t want
to become more intimate with him, but you can’t divorce him yet, and you don’t want to beat the snot out of him. What are
you planning to do, then?”
Sango bit her lip for a moment. “I don’t know. I was
thinking…maybe I if I simply mask my feelings when I’m around him, it won’t
give him the clues he needs to discover how I feel. And it might give me the
time I need to figure out something to do.”
“Mask your feelings? I thought
that’s what slapping him silly was all about!”
“No, that’s letting out the anger.
If I’m really going to have a chance at concealing this from him, I’m going to
have to be as tricky as that slippery houshi
is. I’m going to have to stop acting on any of my first
impulses. Then, well, then maybe the window to my soul will be hazy
enough that he won’t be able to see in…”
Kagome looked at her sadly, and a little
strangely “Sooo, the plan isn’t to flee or to fight,
but to hide, is that it?” Sango nodded reluctantly.
“I don’t know, Sango. I would think there are a lot
better ways to solve this. You know, things that
actually address the problem? On top of that, Miroku
is awfully hard to fool. Trying to trick him is probably going to end badly.”
Sango shook her head, latching onto her plan like a
drowning sailor. “I’ve got to do something!” she said a little desperately.
“But if you’re not planning on beating him
away when he comes after you, if you think he’ll start to get suspicious if you
refuse his attentions, what are you going to do when he starts trying
to, well, you know – to you?”
Sango blushed slightly but firmed her lips together as
she thought. “Feign indifference.” She said finally. “He’s a lech, but I know him. I don’t believe he’ll find
anything appealing about trying to make love to someone who finds his
attentions completely uninteresting.”
Kagome tilted her head as she looked at
her. “I suppose… I don’t know if I’d trust Miroku
that much with my body, honestly, but if that’s what you want to do.”
“It is…for a little while, anyway.
Compared to letting him break my heart, how hard can it be to smile when I want
to scowl, or be still when I really want to slap him?” she asked reasonably.
Kagome gave up. “Fine, do it your way.
Although if mere passivity could really do that much to stop a lecher, I’d
think we’d have heard about it more. Anyway, I still say he cares about you. He
married you, after all!”
“I’ve seen our Houshi
sacrifice a lot to keep a companion from getting hurt. I don’t see that keeping
me from marrying a stranger is any different.”
Kagome waved the thought away. “Now you
sound like Inuyasha.” At Sango’s
blank look, she elaborated, “If he wanted to stop you, he could have done it
without a wedding! He wouldn’t have married you if somewhere, deep down, he
didn’t want to.”
“Kagome, don’t be foolish. I’m a better
fighter than he is; it’s highly unlikely he could have stopped me by force. He
simply did what he felt he had to in order to help a comrade.” Sango explained patiently.
“I don’t believe that for a minute. A better fighter? Just for the sake of argument, let’s say
that you are…when you’re not so drunk that you can barely stand up! Maybe he
would have taken a bit of a beating before he got you out of there, but that
never seems to stop him when he wants to grab other parts of
your anatomy! He cares about you.”
Sango shook her head. “Kagome, I just can’t believe
that. I can’t afford to believe that. I really, truly can’t cope with
him knowing how I feel if he doesn’t feel the same.” She whispered miserably.
“It’s simply too much to bear on top of everything else. I can’t deal with that, Kagome. I- I’m just going to have to try and keep him
off balance and in the dark until I know what else to do.”
Kagome sighed to herself. Poor Sango. Well, she’d see what
she could do to get Miroku to confess his feelings,
but in the meantime… “All right, just let me know if you need any help. Okay?” Sango nodded. They were both silent a few moments before Sango spoke again.
“So, what about you and Inuyasha?
What did you two talk about?”
Kagome colored slightly. “All he’d say was
that he married me because he ‘wanted to’ and then he ran off. What the heck
does he mean, he married me because he wanted to? He
can’t…he can’t mean it the way it sounds, can he?” she asked with a tinge of
hope in her voice.
“Well, he’s not exactly subtle, is he?
What else could he mean?” Sango asked reasonably,
quite happy to talk about someone else’s
problems finally.
Kagome didn’t speak for a few moments. “I
don’t know. I’ve thought about it since he went running off, but it’s hard to
imagine he cares that much about me. I know he gets jealous all the time,
and he’s pretty possessive, but…I always thought it was a bit more like a kid
who doesn’t want to share his toy, you know what I mean? It’s just, I’ve cared about him for so long now…” she fumbled to
a stop.
“Baka.
He never says what he feels. Never! It makes me so mad.
It’s just like that idiot to marry me while I’m smashed. Why couldn’t he just
wait until I was sober if he wanted to ask me something serious like this?”
Kagome paused, and then answered before Sango could
say a word. “I guess he was probably too worried I’d say no. He is so
emotionally closed off, though! Why couldn’t he tell me what he felt,
just once!”
Scowling slightly, she continued her
litany of complaints. “And he always orders me around and yells at me and…we
fight all the time! What the hell was he thinking, marrying me when we can’t
even go through one day without fighting! And I’m still in highschool!”
Sango took the opportunity to interrupt Kagome’s
monologue. “Is being in highschool so much of an
impediment?”
“It – it’s difficult in my time. It’s not
impossible, but it’s not that usual where I come from.”
“Is that the biggest problem, then, when
you think of being married?”
“That and the fighting!”
Sango laughed softly. “I think if you and Inuyasha didn’t fight, your heads would explode. You still
care about him, even though you argue all the time, yes?” Kagome nodded. “And I
know your attracted to him …he is pretty in a rather
exotic way, eh?” Kagome blushed hotly. “On top of that, it’s obvious that he
cares for you as well, no matter how often you fight. When it comes down to it,
for two opinionated, strong-willed people such as you and Inuyasha,
I don’t think that constant arguments are something you can expect to avoid.”
“Really?” Kagome asked skeptically. “Don’t you think we
should be, I don’t know, getting along better than we do now?”
“Well, there’s probably some things that you need to figure out” Sango admitted,
“but I think you and Inuyasha are simply a couple
that uses their arguing to bring things into the open and hash them out, that’s
all.”
Obviously thinking about what she was
going to say next, Kagome paused. “But…I still don’t know if he loves me, Sango. I love him so much it scares me, but I don’t know if
he thinks about me that way.”
Smiling at her, Sango
took her hand. “If it helps, I’m pretty sure he does care about you. If you could see how absolutely miserable he is when
you go home for a few days, you wouldn’t be so worried. It’s very sweet how
much he mopes without you. Whether you want to take a chance on this or
not, though… Well, I’m not willing to, so I wouldn’t blame you a bit if you
wished to end the marriage right now.“
Kagome looked down at her hands, twisting
them together nervously. “I am so angry that he did this that I could honestly
kill him, Sango. I think it’s crazy and wrong
and it’ll probably never work, but…” her voice lowered miserably. “I
don’t want to end this. I mean, the whole thing really has Inuyasha’s
style written all over it, doesn’t it? Doing what he wants and then feeling bad
about it afterwards. The only thing is, he must
have wanted to marry me, at least at first. And, I love him, Sango.” She said softly. “If he really wants this, if this
will make him happy…I’m willing to give it a try. I just…I may need some
support along the way, you know? Especially when he’s acting like such a
jerk,” she added.
Sango smiled at her. “Whatever you
need.”
“I just wish you could come with me when I
have to tell my mother.” Kagome grumbled, and Sango
laughed. “All right, we better get to bed. It doesn’t look like those idiots
are coming back yet, and Shippou’s
already asleep.” She looked over at Kirara’s demon
form and the two small feet sticking out behind it, smiling.
Sango nodded, and they began to bed down for the night,
continuing to talk until they both fell asleep.
xxxxxxx
Inuyasha crept closer to the still form on the ground,
claws out. He wouldn’t have more than a few moments, he knew, so he’d have to
be fast. He tensed to spring…
“I wouldn’t bother, Inuyasha.
I already ate it.” Came Miroku’s
voice from the darkness. Inuyasha slumped.
“What? But I can still smell it!” he
whined, sitting heavily on the ground next to Miroku
as the monk sat up and leaned against the tree.
“I heard you coming.” Miroku
said calmly, making Inuyasha growl.
“So why didn’t you save any for me!”
“I was hungry, “ he
shrugged, “ so I made sure to eat the last two before you got here.” he
finished, gesturing to the small green skewers that had recently held a few
small fish.
Inuyasha glared at him and smacked him in the back of the
head hard enough to knock him over. Miroku sighed as
he pushed himself back up.
“Inuyasha, have
you ever considered restraining an impulse periodically?” he asked, rubbing the
lump on the back of his head. “Trust me, I have enough
bruises from the past few days that I’m not in danger of running out any time
in the near future.”
“Feh.” Inuyasha snorted, and
stared up at the few stars now visible through the forest canopy. “What do you
plan to do?” he asked.
Miroku didn’t even pause before he answered. “I’m going
to find a way to get Sango to come to terms with
being my wife.” He sighed softly. “It’s ironic how
life develops, isn’t it? I think, deep down, I’d planned on asking her, when
we’d defeated Naraku. I thought I’d have more time,
though…”
“To fool around?” Inuyasha asked.
“No! To…to prove myself
to her. To woo her.” After a long pause where Miroku could practically feel Inuyasha’s
stare, he sighed. “All right, maybe I needed some time to come to terms with
the idea of being with just one woman for the rest of my life, as well.
It doesn’t change the fact that I still would have chosen Sango,
in the end.”
“Huh, guess Kagome was right. She thought
you were hot for Sango.”
Miroku flushed. “I hadn’t realized I was quite that
obvious with my intentions.”
“It’s not like you don’t try to grab her
ass every chance you get. Kagome seems to have some grope radar that can tell
the difference between Sango and all the other women,
I guess. I don’t see it, to tell you the truth.”
“Well, Kagome can be very perceptive…”
“I think Shippou’s
mentioned it before, too.”
Miroku choked. “Shippou noticed!”
“Yeah, weird. Like I said, I don’t see it.”
Miroku put his head in his hands. “Wonderful. Simply wonderful. If I’ve been that obvious-“
“Hey, I said I hadn’t noticed anything!”
“Like I said, if I’ve been that obvious,
there’s no possible way Sango isn’t aware of my
feelings. And if that’s the case, it’s clear she doesn’t return them. At least judging from her reaction to my overtures.”
“You mean when you squeeze her butt? Huh,
so that’s what an overture is.”
Miroku looked up to glare at the dark patch that was all
he could see of the half-demon. “ Very funny.” He
breathed deeply. “I’ll simply have to persevere. We’re married now, after all.
I’m certain that can create a number of opportunities for wooing…” He didn’t
sound completely sure.
“Personally, I think you’re in for a life
long term of constant ass kicking, but if that’s what you want…”
Miroku held on to his temper with the ease of long
practice. “Yes, that’s what I want.” He said patiently. “And since we’re on the
topic of ‘ass kicking,’ as you put it, what is happening with you and Kagome-sama?”
Inuyasha flushed, thankful it was too dark for Miroku to see anything but his outline. “We’re fine.”
Miroku smirked to himself. “I’m glad to hear that. I
didn’t ask how you were, however, I asked what
occurred between the two of you.”
Inuyasha sighed. “Who the hell knows.
She was furious about the wedding, and then she’s furious about the wedding again and I don’t even know what the first fight was even about! And now
she wants to know why the wedding happened in the first place and what am I
going to say?”
“You love her and you’re an impulsive baka? I think that would explain the situation
adequately.”
You know, I’ve always liked Miroku, his conscience mused.
Shut up, you.
Inuyasha growled at Miroku.
“That’s not how it was and you know it. It just…it just kinda-
happened.”
“Well, you do love her, don’t you?”
“You know I do, you damn prying Houshi.” He muttered uncomfortably.
“And she loves you…” Miroku
trailed off as Inuyasha cleared his throat.
“Yeah, I guess she does…maybe. Does a
confession from a drunk mean anything, though?”
“In this case? Definitely. So, what are
you planning?”
“None of your damn
business!”
Inuyasha, interrupted his conscience, considering your
track record, maybe you should run this by him.
Hell no. ‘Sides, HIS track record with
women involves a lot more pain than mine does…
Bullshit. Do the words “Osuwari” ring a bell?
That’s different.
Uh huh. Trust me, a pissed off woman is a pissed off woman
and it doesn’t matter how you pissed them off. Either way, you end up
with your ass on the ground and your face full of dirt.
Fine. I’m still not telling him, though.
Your funeral.
Inuyasha growled in frustration.
“There’s no need to act that way.” Miroku said, holding up his hands defensively. “If you
don’t want to discuss it, I won’t insist. Let me simply say that when you get
into trouble, I’m at your disposal.”
“Who says I’m going to get into trouble
with Kagome?”
Miroku raised an eyebrow that Inuyasha’s
night vision picked up just fine. “As I said, I’ll be at your disposal.”
“Hmph,
fine, whatever. Just close your
damn eyes and get to sleep, Miroku. I don’t want to
get back to camp too late for breakfast.”
“You’re not heading back to the camp
tonight?”
“Are you kidding? Do I look like I have a death wish? I’m staying out here where it’s safe. And
anyway, I don’t see you getting set to go back!”
“Aren’t you worried about leaving the
women alone?”
“Kirara’s
there. She’ll roar if there’s a problem. And if you’re really that
worried about it, why aren’t you heading over there already, dummy?”
“Surprisingly, I, too, have a certain
fondness for my own existence, and…Kirara’s
trustworthy. I think I’ll stay here. This tree feels perfectly
comfortable.”
Inuyasha snorted, but didn’t argue as he closed his eyes to
try and get a few hours of sleep before daybreak came.
xxxxxxxxxxxx
The next morning, Sango
happened to be looking towards the woods just as Miroku
and Inuyasha entered the camp’s clearing. Miroku watched as her face froze before it smiled slowly.
He stopped dead so quickly that Inuyasha had to leap
to the side to avoid running into him.
“Hey, walk stupid on your own time!” he
said angrily. Miroku took a step back from the camp.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Look at her.” Miroku
whispered out of the side of his mouth.
Inuyasha looked up to see Sango’s
happy smile, and then watched as she stiffly gestured for them to come join
her. Miroku’s eyes grew even wider.
“Was that a whimper you just made?” Inuyasha asked
suspiciously.
“There is no possible way Sango can be that happy this soon after yesterday’s
fiasco. “ Miroku said quietly, watching Sango like a hypnotized snake. “I can think of few reasons
for her to be feeling cheerful, and most of them involve the loss of body parts
that I’m fairly attached to, Inuyasha. I believe I’ll
wait a few more days before I rejoin you.”
“Hell no! You’re gonna leave me
alone with TWO angry women? I don’t think so! And I sure as hell ain’t slinking off like a kicked dog “ Miroku snorted. “…you know what I mean,
asshole…you’re comin’ with me and you’ll take your
ass-kicking like a man.”
Inuyasha reached for Miroku only
to have his clawed hand slapped away. “What are you, a girl?” Inuyasha grumbled, reaching out again. Miroku
hopped back, and turned towards the forest, but Inuyasha
leaped over his head and landed in front of him, claws out.
“Inuyasha, get
out of my way. I’m leaving.” Miroku said sternly,
batting away another grasping hand with his staff. Two more ineffective tries
was all it took to really irritate the hanyou.
“Fuck this. You’re going back into the camp NOW.”
Sango, who had shaken her head and turned back to the
fire when Miroku and Inuyasha
started snapping at each other, looked up at Miroku’s sudden yell. She was just in time to see him fly
overhead before landing with an unpleasant thud about 3 feet away from her.
Looking back, she found Inuyasha dusting his hands
and sporting a smug grin as he came the rest of the
way into the camp. Idiots, she grumbled to herself, and then remembering her
decision to not act on impulse, smiled at them both rather than glaring as she
wanted to.
Inuyasha’s own smile faded as Sango’s
grin swept past him, and Miroku got up quickly and
started patting at the dust on his robes.
“Good morning, Sango.
You look quite lovely today. Feeling better than yesterday, I imagine? I’m sure
you and Kagome had lots to talk about…” he paused abruptly, cleared his throat,
and kept on babbling, “I mean, well, lots to catch up on. Ahem…How about Inuyasha and I find breakfast for everyone?” he said,
smiling brightly and backing away from her towards Inuyasha.
“That’s all right, Houshi-sama.
Kagome-chan started breakfast already. She’s just
finishing up her business in the bushes and then I’m sure it will be ready to
serve.” Sango said, keeping her voice level and calm.
“All right!” Inuyasha chortled,
rubbing his hands together gleefully as Miroku
sighed. inuyasha stopped as Sango smiled again in his direction and his ears turned
back a little.
“Ah. I see. I suppose we could start
gathering up our belongings…” Miroku said slowly,
edging toward the outskirts of the camp to go look for any imaginary item that
might have been left out of their bags. Inuyasha
joined him as Sango stared after them. When she
smiled for a moment, they both flinched before turning away.
“That is just fuckin’
creepy.” Inuyasha muttered. Miroku
glanced up at him.
“Excuse me?”
“That look on her
face, and her smell. They don’t match at
all.” A moment later, he smirked.
“Glad I’m not the one married to her. Yup, certainly happy
not to be the one who’ll have to watch his step every day if he doesn’t want to
end up crippled, or gelded, or…”
“Your point has been taken already.” Miroku said quickly, resisting an urge to cup himself, and added, “I knew she wasn’t
happy to see me.” He thought a moment. “Actually, no, this doesn’t make any
sense. I thought she was happy to see me, but merely because she was planning
to take out her frustrations on my person once again. You’re certain she wasn’t
angry and happy?”
“Uh uh. Trust my nose more than eyes, and I can tell ya, she is not happy. Not sure what she is
feelin’. Angry or upset or sad or scared…there’s a
bunch of that in there, but…eh, women are always difficult to read. The only
thing I can tell ya is that there’s ain’t no happy smell floating
around there.”
“I wonder what she’s planning…” Miroku muttered.
“I know.” Piped up Shippou. Miroku and Inuyasha stopped, looking down at him.
“Where the hell have you been, pipsqueak?”
Inuyasha asked
“Here in camp. The entire time Kagome and Sango were talking. They thought I was sleeping.” Inuyasha and Miroku exchanged
glances before drawing Shippou farther away from the
campfire.
“You heard them?” Miroku
asked carefully.
“”Uh huh. I even took notes.” He said,
holding up a notebook Kagome had given him for drawing and showing them some
nearly illegible pictures drawn across the paper in rows. Inuyasha
peered over to make sure Sango wasn’t paying
attention, as Miroku pulled Shippou
closer.
“The women discussed…us?” Miroku asked softly.
“Oh yeah. For hours.”
“What did they say?”
Shippou’s smile grew sly. “What is it worth to you?”
“Our not kicking you
across the forest, you little runt.” Inuyasha snarled, bopping him on the head.
“Ow! Maybe I
just won’t tell you at all! I’m sure Kagome and Sango
would love to know that you asked me to spy on them for you, though.”
“We did not!” sputtered Inuyasha.
“They’ll think you did when I’m done talking
with them.” Shippou said smugly.
“Why you underhanded little –“
Miroku held up a hand to Inuyasha
and turned to Shippou. “Shippou,
“ he said gently, “I don’t think you want to do that.
Because if you do, you can trust that Inuyasha and I
will make sure to visit upon you every bruise and lump that we receive because of it.”
He smiled slowly, “On top of that, it’s
not nice to try to blackmail someone who can suck you into a bottomless void.
Just think, there wouldn’t even be a body left as
evidence.”
Shippou looked up at Miroku’s
fierce smile, seeing Inuyasha baring his fangs from
behind him. “You wouldn’t really do that to a little kid. You can’t fool me.”
Miroku smiled wider. “Care to try me?” Shippou gulped, thinking about it. Was it worth it?
“Stupid monk, picking on
a little kid.” He mumbled.
“Shippou…” Miroku said in warning.
“Fine! I give up! What do you want to know, you big
bully.”
“What did they say about me?” Inuyasha blurted quickly.
Looking down at his small pictures, Shippou concentrated for a moment. “Hmmm, they said that
you weren’t subtle, you’re an idiot, you always order her around and yell at
Kagome, you and Kagome fight all the time, you’re absolutely miserable, you
just do what you want…”
“Didn’t they say anything good about me? Or the marriage?” Inuyasha interrupted.
“Well, I didn’t catch everything. They
could have slipped something in there while I was writing…Oh, here’s something,
Sango thought you were pretty.” Inuyasha’s
eyes grew wide and he glanced over to Miroku to see
the man’s eyes narrow slightly.
“Uh, that’s fine,
you don’t have to say anymore.”
“…Sango thought
you were very sweet, too, and- “ Inuyasha
covered the kitsune’s mouth and growled at him.
“Shut up!” he said quickly, releasing him
when he finally nodded. Inuyasha could feel the
monk’s stare through his clothes and deliberately kept his gaze on the little
fox.
“So, “said Miroku
slowly, “What exactly did Inuyasha do for Sango that was so…sweet?”
“Dunno. I just
heard her say he was sweet. Hard to picture, isn’t it?”
Miroku nodded, “Very much so. So much so that I can’t
imagine Inuyasha doesn’t recall whatever incident she
was talking about?”
“Me? I don’t know why the hell she’d say
that about me!” Inuyasha said, finally turning to
look at the monk’s glare.
“Truly?” Miroku asked
skeptically.
Man with a freakin’
hole in his hand that can suck your sorry hanyou ass
into oblivion! Convince him! Yelled his conscience.
You’re not helping, so shut up!
“Miroku, I’m an
asshole! You know that. Hell, if Kagome really loves me like she said, she
should think I’m great, and even she thinks I’m a jerk! Maybe Sango
was just trying to make her feel better, or something. But I haven’t done
anything nice to Sango at all. Nothing.”
Miroku nodded once, his face clearing instantly. “All
right then. You know, Inuyasha, it’s quite nice to be
around someone who is such a poor liar.”
“I’m not lying!” Inuyasha
said indignantly.
“I know. You’re not that good.” Miroku said, smiling now, and Inuyasha
scowled at him, realizing he’d been conned.
“Crap, don’t scare me like that. Idiot.”
Miroku smiled a bit at that, and turned towards Shippou again.
“After all that, I’m almost reluctant to
find out about my own situation, but a little information is better than nothing
at this point, I suppose. What was said about Sango
and I?” he asked.
Shippou looked at him nervously, and then back at his
drawings. “Kagome thinks it’s romantic, but Sango
thinks it’s a nightmare.” Miroku closed his eyes
briefly, but waved Shippou to continue when he
stopped there.
“I’m sure there’s more. Go on, finish it.”
“Uh, they talked about you grabbing Sango all the time, and spying on her at the hot springs…”
“Ha, told you they knew.” gloated Inuyasha
“Don’t laugh, you only know ‘cause you
were spying too, you hentai hanyou.”
Miroku said. Inuyasha
flushed and stopped smiling.
“Uh, yeah, well…you have a really
impressive…libido?” Shippou looked in the direction
of Miroku’s groin. “Is it really that big? I thought
it was kinda average, but…”
“Just go on, Shippou!” Miroku said, flushing himself as Inuyasha started laughing.
“Hmmmm, Inuyasha is the reason that Kagome’s bottom is safe from
wandering hands…”
‘Damn straight.” Inuyasha
interjected.
“…Sango plans to
break your legs, or other parts, sometime soon,“ Miroku
groaned, “Oh, and she’s going to divorce you in a year or so, as soon as she
can show she’s barren.“
“WHAT!” Miroku
grabbed the notebook from Shippou, only to hand it
back moments later when he realized there was no way he could figure out the
scribbling that Shippou was using. “She’s going to
try and divorce me?”
“Uh huh.”
Miroku stared into space, surprised at how hurt he
felt. She disliked marriage to him that much? But…if she was
so averse to this marriage, why did she agree to it in the first place?
She might have been drunk, but she was the one who had wanted to get
married! She was the one who made it so that he had to marry her
or watch her marry someone else!! He started scowling.
Was it just him? If she’d succeeded in
marrying another man, would she have been as unhappy in marriage to him, or
would she have been celebrating her new union? Would she have let another
man kiss that sensual little mouth of hers? Would she even now be laying in the arms of her new husband, letting him caress
her? He had a vivid image of another man sliding his tongue into her
mouth, his hands reaching around to palm Sango’s
bottom as he thrust against her suggestively. He swore, finally losing
his temper completely.
“Divorce me?” He spat. “Divorce me! If she
thinks she can simply toss me aside, when she was the one who castigated
me about being faithless? How can she even consider... “ He fumed, his hands gripping his staff as though he’d like
to pound on someone with it. “There is absolutely no way in heaven or hell
THAT’S going to happen! Does she think I’ll simply stand back and let her
leave me without a fight? We’re married because she insisted on
it! And now she wants to walk out on her commitment and divorce me? How can she
believe it’s even a possibility?”
“If she’s barren, though…” Inuyasha said quietly. A little intimidated, he and Shippou watched Miroku nervously.
Hell, Miroku wasn’t even this pissed about getting
married, Inuyasha thought.
Miroku shot him a fierce look. “She’s just using it as an
excuse. If she thinks I will let her leave without saying a word, she’s in for
a rude awakening.”
“I don’t know, Miroku.”
Inuyasha said, “Sango kicks
your ass on a regular basis. If it’s coming down to a real fight, are you
sure you want to take her on?”
Instead of calming the monk down, Inuyasha’s words seemed to spark his fury even more.
“Are you implying that I should let my wife leave me because she can fight
better than I can?”
“Well…”
“Is that what you both believe? That
in a battle between Sango and I,
I would come out the loser?”
“You do end up on the ground an awful
lot.” Shippou reminded him.
“Because I’m not about
to fight back when I’m in the wrong! And I could hurt her! That doesn’t mean I can’t or
won’t fight back! What, does everyone think I’d be too afraid of
my wife to keep her from leaving me??” When Inuyasha
and Shippou avoided his eyes and shifted
uncomfortably, Miroku started swearing again.
“Is that why Sango thinks she can leave so
easily, because she believes I’m so spineless that I won’t even risk
objecting?! She is the most infuriating, maddening… I swear, if I have
anything to say about it, she’s going to be so big with my child a year from
now that she won’t even be able to walk! Barren, hah!”
He snarled.
“Um, Miroku? She did say she was going to be doing
something to keep you away from her.” Shippou added
softly.
“Oh, I think not. Nothing short of death
is keeping me away now!”
Inuyasha scowled at him. “Houshi,
you better not be talking about…about taking her against her will. You’ll have
to go through me first.”
“What type of man do you think I am!” Miroku asked, scowling just
as fiercely back.
“A furious one.”
“I still wouldn’t… I’m talking about seduction, not force!”
“Oh.” Inuyasha
stopped scowling immediately. “That’s different then. Go for it. Get your ass
kicked to your heart’s content.” Miroku glared at
him. “Sorry, go seduce your wife, houshi. Good luck.”
Miroku’s expression didn’t change by much, but he turned
back toward the camp, walking determinedly towards Sango.
“5,000 yen says he ends up on his back.” Said Shippou quietly. “I still
think Sango can kick his ass.”
“I don’t take sucker bets.” Inuyasha whispered back, and they both stood back to watch
the show.
Sango heard Miroku walking
closer and fought the urge to pretend ignorance. She looked up at him and
forced herself to smile again. She was going to strain a cheek muscle at the
rate she was smiling, she thought in annoyance. She lost her smile as Miroku reached her and pulled her to her feet by her
shoulders.
“Wha-“ she managed before he put one hand around the back of her
head and pulled her in for a kiss. She put her hands up to push at his chest,
and then paused. Passive, that’s right. Just act completely unaffected
and he’ll leave. She wanted to kick the shit out of him, but…calm, Sango, just stay calm, she told herself. He’ll leave
you alone in a second.
Her brain stopped working, however, as Miroku deepened the kiss. His other hand reached around
behind her to palm her bottom and yank her closer as he plunged his tongue into
the warm wetness of her mouth. Dear God, his mouth was hot. Her hands
involuntarily fisted in his robes and she sucked on his tongue, hard.
He growled,
pulling his tongue back until hers followed it, capturing her tongue inside his
own mouth as he closed his lips slightly and suckled. Sango’s
knees gave out and he grasped her more firmly to keep her up, his fingers
pressing intimately at the cleft of her bottom as he cupped her. Stiffening at
the unexpected intrusion, feeling him grow hard against her belly as he held
her against him, Sango tried to push away for a
moment only to have Miroku’s hand press in deeper,
separating the rounded globes of her bottom as he gripped tightly. Her
eyes opened wide as his hand suddenly slid down, pressing against the fabric of
her kimono as he moved from behind towards the prize in between her legs.
She felt the cloth pulling around her hips, the scratchy fabric stretched tight
as his fingers rubbed against her sensually, heard Miroku
moan her name as he released her tongue to start kissing his way down her
face. She couldn’t bring herself to fight his grip on her hair as he
pulled slightly, bringing her head back to bare her neck to his questing mouth
as his kisses drifted lower.
His fingers rubbed against her center
again, and she could feel a moan of her own
coming…
“Sango-chan?” Kagome blurted from behind her. Sango pushed at Miroku
frantically, surprised at how much effort she needed to use to break his hold.
She turned away from him to face Kagome with bright red cheeks and unstable
legs, feeling dazed. Miroku stood behind her,
breathing hard but sporting a huge, smug grin.
“Uh, Kagome-chan…h-hello.
All done?” She said shakily, and Kagome raised her eyebrows
at her, obviously suppressing a smile.
She nodded to them. “Sango-chan. Miroku-sama.
Having a good morning?” she asked lightly. Sango
groaned quietly to herself and mumbled out something about needing to use the
bushes, running away as fast as her weak legs could take her.
Inuyasha and Shippou watched all
this with jaws hanging open.
“Damn.” said Inuyasha
in admiration.
“Yeah, “said Shippou,
“I’m glad you didn’t take the bet.”
Remind me to ask him for some lessons, Inuyasha’s conscience added.
Damn.
As Sango
disappeared into the trees, Miroku nodded briefly to
Kagome and walked back over to Inuyasha and Shippou.
“How the hell did you pull that off?” Inuyasha asked.
Miroku smiled and rubbed his lips thoughtfully. “I’m not
sure. I think…”
“Yeah?”
“If that’s the result, I think I need to
get angry more often.”
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