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Cheesecake and a Pie	By : LordYouko Category: InuYasha > General Views: 1633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Picking Up The Pieces
- 2-Inuyasha's Home
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Chapter 2 – Inuyasha’s Home

Miroku had been expecting the car to pull up to a fancy building in a posh neighbourhood; that much he could guess from the car and the youkai’s clothes and behaviour. But he had not expected to pull up to a pair of huge, wrought-iron gates. Honestly, he should have had at least an inkling since the car turned into a road marked as “private property”, and suddenly, the bustle of the dirty, over-populated city was left behind for a broad, smooth road, lined with lush trees.

There was no lock on the gates, and no men around to open them. The car slid to a stop in front of them and waited. After a moment, he heard a soft beep, and they slid open automatically.

Miroku couldn’t help stare out the window like an 8 year old; the car was travelling down a narrower road within the grounds, and the grounds seemed to stretch as far as he could see. And they weren’t just any old grounds; there were perfectly trimmed gardens, and a mowed lawn, and an honest-to-god fountain. He kept glancing at Inuyasha, but the hanyou was just staring straight ahead disinterestedly.

When the car finally stopped, it was in front of something that looked to be a cross between a mansion and a palace. Miroku stumbled out of the car, as he took in the majestic sight before him.

The structure was made out of pale stones lined with trimmings of dark ebony or granite. The base of elegant, semi-circular balconies were visible when he looked up, and sunlight reflected off large and small windows arranged artistically on the large structure. The shape and the curves indicated a modern design, yet it was a bit too humongous and towering to be entirely modern. The use of stones, the slanting roof, and something undefinable suggested a traditional, old-world charm. It was like something out of a brochure, but grander. Miroku hadn’t known places like this existed anymore except as tourist attractions.

As soon as the car stopped, the chauffeur stepped out to hold the door open for them. Sesshoumaru stepped out first, followed by Inuyasha and Miroku hastily climbed out of the car last, surreptitiously trying to flatten his hair, and straighten his clothing. They had taken no more than a few steps when two young girls, dressed in a maid’s outfit hurried over to Sesshoumaru and bowed.

Miroku stared shamelessly at their short, severely ironed skirts that revealed beautiful, long milky legs, and the lace-ruffled tops that opened the necks of their uniforms to reveal mouth-watering cleavage. A lace collar lined the girls’ lovely long necks and Miroku didn’t fail to notice the way their eyes were raised adoringly towards Sesshoumaru, even though he did not so much look at them when he handed over his coat and briefcase.

The yellowish stone semi-circular steps ahead led through a set of large wooden doors into a hall. It was a humongous, imposing empty space that echoed with their footsteps. Miroku found himself staring at everything from the beautiful white marble floor, to the intricately carved ceiling, to the enormous marble pillars lining the sides of room. As Miroku walked in, he noticed that his head did not even reach the top of the base of those pillars, and he wondered exactly how high the ceiling must be; it was falling half in shadow, as the room seemed to be illuminated not from overhead lights, but lights coming from the floor or the walls, though he could not pinpoint their source.

As they reached the doorway at the other end of the hall, Miroku noticed that the two maids who had taken Sesshoumaru’s things had disappeared. Instead, there were two young male servants up ahead, standing respectfully behind an elderly man dressed as a butler who stood with his head lowered. “Welcome home, Lord Sesshoumaru,” he said. “Dinner will be ready at the usual time, if you please. I can-”

He stopped short as his eyes fell on Inuyasha. His eyes widened in surprise and he quickly bowed his head. “Forgive my transgression. Welcome, Lord Inuyasha.”

Miroku looked at his boyfriend incredulously. For the first time since they’d reached, there was a genuine, warm smile on Inuyasha’s face. “There’s no need for all that ass-kissing with me, you know that. Good to see you again, Sebastian.”

The young servants, who had been secretly stealing curious glances at the half-demon and human bowed their head quickly as they overheard who the guest was, and how respectfully Sebastian had greeted him.

“Sebastian will accompany you to your rooms,” Sesshoumaru said, turning back towards them. “Your wing is always kept ready for your use. I assume yours and Miroku’s things are to be sent over to the Master bed?”

Inuyasha nodded nonchalantly, but his face turned slightly red and he didn’t quite meet his brother’s eyes. Miroku didn’t notice this, though; his mouth had fallen open at your wing and he quickly closed it as he followed Sebastian who was heading in a different direction than Sesshoumaru and the two servants. Here he’d been worrying about putting Sesshoumaru out by occupying his guest bedroom, but Inuyasha had his own wing - in a fucking palace. The hanyou had a lot of explaining to do.

The corridors they walked down were broad and tastefully decorated with art and a few indoor plants here and there where sunlight came in through carved lattice-work and open wooden windows. Not long after, they reached an area that was clearly a little separate from the rest.

The corridors, the doors, everything was still beautiful, but it seemed to have some subtly running theme, with red colour prominent, though tastefully melded in with the décor.

The finally stopped before a set of doors that Sebastian pushed open. He bowed and allowed Inuyasha and Miroku to enter before him.

Miroku’s wide eyes hardly took in anything except the overall grand elegance of the room. There were large windows, beautiful rugs, a spotless mirror with the intricately carved silver frame, a beautiful wooden dresser that all melded together seamlessly into one aesthetically perfect creation.

Inuyasha was looking around fondly as he placed the little box of documents he’d been carrying on a desk against the wall.

“Still exactly the same,” he marveled, turning his eyes back on Sebastian. “And spotless.”

Sebastian bowed. “Lord Sesshoumaru ordered that it be always kept ready for your return,” he said.

Inuyasha turned away to hide the blush that rose to his cheeks.

“Please let me know if you or…” Sebastian trailed off delicately.

“This is my boyfriend, Miroku,” Inuyasha introduced, and Miroku jumped, startled to suddenly become part of the conversation. It had all started to feel a little like a bizarre dream where he was just a silent spectator. “I was living with him when a fire destroyed our home.”

Sebastian’s face remained carefully blank, though Inuyasha noticed his sharp old eyes stayed a moment longer on Miroku’s face than they otherwise would have.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said bowing to both him and Miroku. “Please let me know if you or Master Miroku-” Miroku blushed bright red. “-require any changes to be made, and I will have it done immediately.”

Miroku thought it was just a polite statement, but Inuyasha was looking at him expectantly, so he blushed, and stuttered a reply. “Th-thank you. We’ll do that.”

“I’ll have the bath run,” Sebastian said. “As always, dinner is at 8.”

Inuyasha smiled. “I haven’t forgotten,” Inuyasha said gently, and Sebastian felt a small smile tugging at his lips too.

“Thanks, you can go,” Inuyasha said. Sebastian bowed and turned to leave.

In the doorway, he paused.

“Lord Inuyasha,” he said quietly, looking over his shoulder. “It really is good to have you back.”

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“So, we have a couple of hours till we have to dress for dinner. I think I’ll go have that bath,” Inuyasha said, moving to one of the wooden doors against the wall which turned out to be a closet. He picked out a few clothes and shut the doors behind him with casual familiarity, as he turned to face his boyfriend. “Unless you wanted to go first?”

Miroku reddened slightly. “N-no, that’s ok,” he said, sitting down gingerly on the edge of the perfectly made bed and looking away from Inuyasha. “You go. Besides, I don’t have anything to wear. I think I’ll wait till our stuff arrives.”

Inuyasha looked at him slightly pityingly and neglected to mention that even if he had all of his things, none of it would be appropriate dinner-wear here.

“Uhh don’t worry about it,” Inuyasha said instead, as he walked with a pile of clothes in his hands to a closed wooden door in the room and twisted the antique-looking doorknob. “I’ll have them get some things for you.”

Inuyasha had already walked out before he had a chance to answer, and Miroku wanted to yell after him to not do that, but he didn’t think it would show very good manners. There were quite a few doors attached to the room; he had assumed one of them led to the bath, but the door Inuyasha had walked through opened into a small, narrow corridor. Miroku was curious to see where it led, but he didn’t exactly want the servants to see him following his boyfriend into the bath.

He sighed and got up off the bed, moving to look out the window. It provided a beautiful view of what looked to be a forest. Was it inside the grounds? Miroku didn’t see any fence or dividing line between the forest and rest of the grounds. Men and women in uniform were walking around below and Miroku couldn’t tear his eyes away from all the beautiful young women in scanty little maid outfits scuttling about the place in high heels. Even though this day was turning out to be uprooting pretty much everything he thought he knew about his boyfriend, there was at least that one little silver lining to coming to this place.

He turned back towards the closed door through which Inuyasha had walked out, and noticed the slight imprint on the side of the bed on which he’d been sitting. He walked over and gently smoothed the wrinkles out of the bedding to leave it perfectly smooth as he’d found it.

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When Inuyasha returned from the bath over an hour later, Miroku was sitting in a chair scrolling through his phone. He looked up to see Inuyasha wearing a perfectly tailored suit black suit. It had the sharp, perfect lines that were only ever possible in new clothes, and an understated glow that Miroku had never really seen in clothing before, except on TV, and then he had always assumed it was a trick of the camera. An undone tie hung loosely around Inuyasha’s neck, and his hair was combed straight and tangle free, with a slight sheen to it that Miroku hadn’t seen before.

Miroku’s stunned eyes followed him around the room, but his annoyance began to rise into anger when Inuyasha didn’t so much as look at him.

When he didn’t say anything, Inuyasha glanced at him over his shoulder in the mirror. “I’ve told them your size. Your dinner clothes will be here soon,” he said.

Miroku gritted his teeth and threw his phone down on the bed. “I don’t want your fucking dinner clothes,” he exploded. “Is that all you have to say, after everything?”

Inuyasha sighed, lowering his hands, leaving his now almost completely tied tie hanging loosely around his neck. “I thought we’d wait till we’ve had dinner to have this conversation,” he said.

Miroku threw his arms up despairingly. “Well, I’m sorry if I need a few things cleared up before we sit down to dinner with your- your elder brother, Lord Sesshoumaru,” he exclaimed. “I didn’t want to go down there and make a fool of myself.”

Inuyasha moved closer to gather his boyfriend in his arms. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” he said softly, looking down into brown eyes filled with turmoil. “I’ll explain-”

Miroku caught the scent of some wonderful, expensive aftershave on him, and it made him even angrier. He pushed the hanyou away. “Just tell me why you didn’t think it was worth mentioning in five years that you were some kind of… royalty or something, Inuyasha. Or no, I’m sorry, Lord Inuyasha-”

Inuyasha took a deep breath. “No, don’t be silly. You don’t have to call me that-”

Miroku laughed almost hysterically. “Oh good. Because I wasn’t sure for a minute, since apparently, where you come from, you’ve to dress like you’re going to meet the king just to have dinner.”

Inuyasha remained silent, feeling it better to let the other man have his temper tantrum, since anything he was saying seemed to be making the situation worse.

When he didn’t say anything, Miroku turned away from him, beginning to pace back and forth. The silence weighed heavily in the room, and Inuyasha glanced discreetly at the clock on the opposite wall. Miroku suddenly turned around to face Inuyasha again.

“Just tell me why you didn’t say anything,” he said softly, shoulders slumping. “I love you, Inuyasha. I thought you felt the same about me.”

“I love you too,” Inuyasha said, taking a few steps towards him again. “You know I do, monk. I just-” Inuyasha took a deep breath, staring out the window. “I didn’t think I’d ever come back here. I didn’t think it was important.”

Miroku looked up at him disbelievingly. “Not important? How would you feel if you found out I’d lied to you about where I come from and my family?”

Inuyasha sighed irritably. “I didn’t lie, Miroku. I just… left some things out. Because I didn’t think it mattered. D’you think I’d be makin’ a living as a plumber, living hand to mouth for five years if I thought for a second that I belonged here?”

Miroku flinched, hurt. “Hand to mouth? Is that what you thought about our life together?”

Inuyasha wanted to slap his forehead. It seemed he really couldn’t say anything except all the wrong things today. “That’s not what I meant-”

“Although, I get that it would all feel like that, compared to here,” Miroku said softly, staring down at the floor, tears gathering in his eyes. “Living on a school teacher’s and plumber’s salary. I feel like such an idiot.”

At that moment, there was a sharp knock on the bedroom door. Inuyasha ignored it, more concerned with his upset boyfriend right now, but he looked up when the door opened without his permission. A young servant boy in crisp uniform entered, holding a pile of clothes in his hands.

“The dinner-wear attire you requested, Lord Inuyasha,” he said primly, walking into the room and placing the clothes on a chair. “I hope they’re to your satisfaction. If there’s nothing else-”

“Come here,” Inuyasha ordered him, stepping away from Miroku for a moment who hurriedly turned away to hide his tearful eyes.

The servant looked up at him in surprise through his sandy blond hair, impudently meeting his eyes, before lowering them a moment too late. He walked over confidently to the half-demon.

“Yes?” he said. “I –”

“Shut up,” Inuyasha said, and his suddenly deep, low voice was like the crack of a whip. “What’s your name, boy?”

The youkai flinched at being addressed as a boy by a half-demon. “Roger, sir,” he answered. “I am one of Lord Sesshoumaru’s personal servants,” he added pointedly.

“Roger, I don’t know if you haven’t completed your training yet, or you’re just an idiot, but you are not to enter your Master’s room without being given permission to do so,” Inuyasha said.

Roger listened quietly, head lowered, and Inuyasha frowned.

“Look up,” he ordered.

Roger raised his eyes. His face was blank but Inuyasha read the contempt in them. He tilted his head to the side thoughtfully.

“I don’t think you understand me,” he said contemplatively. “Do you know who I am?”

“L-lord Inuyasha,” he said, a little frightened despite himself. “younger brother of Lord Sesshoumaru, son of-”

“Exactly,” Inuyasha interrupted him. “and though I am a half-demon, and Miroku here is a human, we are far above the likes of you.”

Roger drew back a little, startled at the authority and dominance in the half-demon’s voice.

Inuyasha reached out and slowly, deliberately, grabbed the boy by the throat and squeezed lightly. “Go tell your friends,” Inuyasha said, locking eyes with the now thoroughly frightened boy. “If anyone in this house disrespects me or Miroku again, I will rip their throat out and have their friends clean up the mess.”

He smiled at the outrage on the boy’s face, as he raised one shaking hand to his throat and the crinkled collar of his uniform. “And if you’re thinking of complaining to Sesshoumaru about this, go ahead. Tell him you disrespected me. See what happens.”

Roger didn’t want to see; he read the truth in the darkness in the half-demon’s voice. Dread was turning his stomach to acid suddenly, and he bowed low at the waist.

“I am terribly sorry, Lord Inuyasha. Please forgive my transgression. It will not happen again. Please let me know if there is anything else I can do for you.”

“Get out,” Inuyasha told him, standing straight and tall as the servant bowed hastily multiple times and scurried out of the room.

Inuyasha turned back to Miroku. “I’m sorry about that,” he said. “These new servants don’t know me, and they have to be taught early, or they’ll think they own the place.”

Miroku didn’t say anything. He didn’t know how to tell Inuyasha that he didn’t recognize this person who was in the room with him right now.

Inuyasha grabbed a hold of his arm and spun him around to face him.

“Hey, you’re not an idiot,” he said, golden eyes boring into Miroku’s. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I should have told you everything. I just- I didn’t want to think about any of it, and our life was so perfect and I didn’t want anything to change, alright?”

Miroku looked up at him reluctantly. “Inuyasha, you don’t have to say that-”

“No, I mean it,” Inuyasha asserted. “I’d much rather be sitting at home with you right now, eating take-out on the couch in front of the TV, or eating cereal for dinner right out of the box over the sink, than going down to dinner here. And you have every right to be mad and I’ll answer all of your questions once we’re back, but right now, you really need to go change or we’re going to be late.”

“Alright fine,” Miroku said softly. “We’ll talk about it later. I- I just want to take a quick shower rather than a bath if that’s alright?” he asked.

Inuyasha nodded. “Of course,” he said. “Then you need not go all the way to the bathhouse. Just use the bathroom over here,” he pointed to another door, identical to the first one.

Miroku nodded and walked over to the chair where the servant had placed the piled of clothes. It contained two sets of clothes, neatly folded separately, and he took one and headed to the bathroom.

Inuyasha opened his mouth to say that he could change out here, but he realised the man would not want to be naked in a strange room right now, especially not when servants were barging in every which way, and he remained quiet as Miroku entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Inuyasha heard the click of a lock turning.

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Miroku stood under the hot water of the shower, turning his face up to the heavy spray, letting it soak his hair.

Thoughts were still whirling in his head, and he had only a few minutes to collect himself before he had to go out there and keep a cool head, at least through dinner.

It was all so bizarre, that he didn’t know where to begin getting used to it. Inuyasha had a family. Also, he was from either a royal line or at least, a super-rich family. But money wouldn’t explain the title – unless it was some kind of ego-boost? But that didn’t quite make sense.

Miroku clenched his fists, eyes still closed against the spray of hot water. What the hell was he going to say in front of Inuyasha’s brother? How did it look, that the hanyou hadn’t told him the first thing about his family?

With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Miroku realised Sesshoumaru probably thought of him as some kind of gold-digger, the way he’d pushed Inuyasha to come here. But in his defence, he didn’t know about all this then! So, which was better? Letting Sesshoumaru think he was after Inuyasha for the money, or letting him know Inuyasha hadn’t told him anything?

With a sigh, Miroku decided it was the latter. After all, he didn’t really want Sesshoumaru to disapprove of him. If the youkai decided he wasn’t good for Inuyasha, Miroku somehow felt sure he wouldn’t think twice before getting him kicked out of the hanyou’s life.

For a moment, Miroku cursed himself for putting them both in this situation. None of this would have happened if he’d just followed the hanyou’s lead and refuse Sesshoumaru’s invitation.

But then, he reminded himself, none of this would have happened if Inuyasha had just been honest with him. That’s what he got for falling for the ruggedly handsome, quiet half-demon. His friends had warned him about getting into a relationship with a half-demon, and Inuyasha had always been a little strange; he had no friends, kept pretty much to himself, and did his meagre work as a plumber uncomplainingly. He never frequented strip joints or seedy bars like the other men he knew with blue-collar jobs. It was part of what had drawn him to the hanyou; a mysterious outcast, quietly dominant, unwilling to talk about his past, yet always open and honest about his present life. Since they’d been living together, he always came home to Miroku each night, unfailingly, he never so much as looked at another man or woman, and he did an honest day’s work.

Miroku’s fingernails dug into his palms as he thought about the secret Inuyasha had been hiding. It turned his whole world upside down, changed everything he thought he knew about the hanyou. How the hell was he to go out there now, when he hadn’t even had a chance to get any answers, and face his family over dinner?

Fuck it, Miroku decided, lathering up some shampoo in his hand. He was going to stay in here, in this warm, comfortable shower, until he was ready to face the hanyou. He’d told Inuyasha he would be taking a quick shower, but after all, the least the man could do was wait for him.

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Outside, Inuyasha’s thoughts were in just as much of a jumble as he waited for his boyfriend to finish his bath.

My god, had it really been a little over seven years since he’d left this place? Everything seemed exactly the same. Standing at the window in his dinner clothes, watching the sky darken, it almost felt like he had never left.

He’d sworn he would never come back here. Seven years… he’d managed to make it seven years before the bastard had found him and somehow, roped him back in.

But it wasn’t the same now. He had Miroku. Miroku, his loving boyfriend, who did not deserve to find out about all this in this way. Miroku whom he loved and cared for.

Inuyasha straightened up as he stared out the window. Whatever Sesshoumaru was planning, he had a life with Miroku now. Nothing the taiyoukai could do was going to make him go back to him. He wasn’t the same person anymore, dammit. He wasn’t the love-sick puppy who’d followed his brother around, wagging his tail.

He stared at the bathroom door, puppy ears flickering at the sound of the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Miroku sure was taking his time in there. It was getting too close to eight. He didn’t want to be late on his first day here. He would show Sesshoumaru that he wasn’t an absentminded kid anymore, getting scolded by his big brother for showing up late. Besides, if he showed up late with Miroku, it would give the demon Lord one more chance to be an ass to his boyfriend. He wasn’t buying the whole ok-with-humans bit. He just knew the youkai was going to show his true colours at some point, and he was damned if he allowed the jackass to hurt his boyfriend in any way.

On the plus side, Miroku was quite a sight for sore eyes, and he’d made sure to get him the right clothes. At least the first time he sat down to dinner with Sesshoumaru, the demon Lord would have nothing to comment on regarding his human boyfriend’s attire. A small voice in the back of his head smugly said that it couldn’t be easy for Sesshoumaru to see him with someone else, especially someone as hot as Miroku. But then, that didn’t exactly reassure him, since he knew exactly how Sesshoumaru reacted when he didn’t get his way.

Tapping his foot impatiently on the rug, Inuyasha took out his phone. Glancing once more at the closed bathroom door, where the faint, muffled sound of the shower water running was audible, Inuyasha opened a social media app and began browsing the pictures. But his brain barely registered what he was seeing, and his eyes kept returning to the clock on the wall.
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When it seemed like he was starting to prune in the hot water, Miroku took a deep breath, and steeling himself for what was to come, reached out blindly to turn the shower off. He managed to somehow release a strong spray directly onto his stomach, and a small shriek escaped him, before he managed to turn the damn thing off. After some more fumbling, and turning a series of hot and cold sprays on and off, he finally managed to turn the shower off, and stepped out of the little glass cubicle onto the bath mat.

He immediately blushed, seeing himself naked in the full-length mirror in front of him. It was disconcerting to see the lower half of his body, when usually, he only got to see his face and shoulders.

He grabbed one of the towels off the tray and wrapped it around himself. He was surprised to find it slightly warm. He looked up at the steel shelf where the towels were stacked and touched it gingerly with one finger – it was warm. Smiling bitterly, he wrapped the dried himself thoroughly with the fluffy towel, and then stepped onto the ample dry portion of the bathroom to begin getting dressed.

To his surprise and embarrassment, there was a pair of undergarments folded in with the suit, and he reluctantly pulled them on, knowing he didn’t really have a choice.

When he was done wearing the suit, he reached out and rubbed the steam off the mirror to get a better look. He looked… good, if he did say so himself. The suit fit him well. Not as well as Inuyasha’s had, but still better than all the suits he owned. It had that same mysterious sheen to it, and when he read the label on the inside of the jacket, he almost had to sit down.

Holy shit, no way was he ever going to be able to afford to pay for even one of these, let alone two. He took a steadying deep breath to keep the panic down. What the hell was Inuyasha thinking? Did he not know this thing probably cost as much as he made in six months? Or did he think he would be ok with his older brother paying for his clothes?

Reluctantly, he turned the lock, and twisted the door-knob, stepping out of the bathroom.

“Inuyasha-”, he began in clipped tones, but the hanyou was already almost at the door.

“Are you ready?” he asked impatiently, giving the monk a hasty look from head to toe that somehow made Miroku feel cheap in the ridiculously expensive clothes.

“Oh good, they fit,” Inuyasha said, sounding relieved, picking up his mobile phone off his desk and slipping it into his jacket pocket. Then he turned around suddenly, and did a double take at his head.

“What the hell happened to your hair?” he snapped.

Reflexively, Miroku reached up to feel his flat, wet locks. “Uhh I.. washed them?” he said gingerly.

“I can see that,” Inuyasha said irritably. “Only, we don’t have time to dry them now. Jeez.” He took a deep breath, walking over to adjust them a little. “It’s fine, we’ll just go like this. Here are your dress shoes and socks.”

Mechanically, Miroku sat down on the little stool, rubbing his slightly damp feet on the rug before slipping on the pair of crisp white socks and polished black shoes that weren’t his.

Inuyasha’s back was already turned to him when he got up, and he followed the hanyou out the door without a word. The door shut behind them with a quiet thud.

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A/N: Next chapter: a formal dinner with Sesshoumaru! ^.^ How do you think Miroku will fare?

There may be a few surprises along the way.

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