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The Other Side of Kazaana	By : szaugg Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 19841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
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A/N Ha, got this sucker out on the same darn
day as last chapter! How cool is that, heh heh. But�we�re coming close to the limit of what I�ve
already written, and after that it�s a lot slower to update, so enjoy it while
you can!

Chapter 5 � How to Court a Monk
Miroku sighed as another small shower of leaves
rained down onto him, interfering with his concentration. �Inuyasha, I am meditating. Do you have to drop
objects on my head?� he looked up to see an unrepentant hanyou
in the tree limbs above.
Jumping down next to him, Inuyasha brushed the
leaves from Miroku�s shoulders and head, taking the
last one by the stem to flutter against the monk�s ear.
�You�ve been meditating for two hours now. You should take a break.�
Restraining the urge to roll his eyes, Miroku
lightly slapped Inuyasha�s hand away. He
contemplated trying to continue, but in the three weeks since he�d started
living in the village he�d discovered that once this Inuyasha
started pestering him, he wouldn�t stop until Miroku
gave in and stopped what he was doing.
He arched his back a moment, slowly and carefully stretching each muscle
until he could stand without cramping from the long period of stillness and
contemplation. Inuyasha grinned, recognizing
victory, and stood up himself.
Grumbling as he picked up his shakujou, Miroku walked with Inuyasha back
to the village. Absently reminding himself to work on obtaining a top for
the bare staff, Miroku sighed again. �You do
realize that I need to meditate, don�t you? I need to ensure that
I can maintain control over my spiritual powers. I have seen you
practice with Tessaiga, Inuyasha,
so I know the concept of training is not one you are unfamiliar with.�
�Feh, you practice plenty.� Inuyasha smiled at him. �Anyway, you need to stop and eat
sometimes. You�re still awfully skinny, monk.� He patted Miroku�s ass and the houshi
jumped, startled. �See, you�re practically wastin�
away to nothing.�
Miroku eyed the hanyou
who walked past him to lead the way. He wasn�t sure if he was ever going to get
used to how much more affectionate Inuyasha
was. The hanyou didn�t seem to have any problem
with random embraces and touches throughout the day; in fact, they seemed to be
his preferred method of communication. It was a curious deviation from
the grumpy, physically distant hanyou he�d always
known. Not a negative one, but definitely�surprising. Especially
to someone who wasn�t used to another male constantly touching him.
Aside from adjusting to a touchy-feely hanyou,
however, he was coming to terms with his situation in most other ways, largely
due to Kagome�s efforts on his behalf. Within days of his failure to pass
through the well, Kagome had returned with hand written notes from what he
assumed was a research trip to her own time, although the source was never
mentioned. It looked like the concept of different worlds was one that much had
been written about in Kagome�s time, although everything seemed to be theory
rather than practice. Kagome had found quite a bit of information on what
was often referred to as �alternate realities� or �dimensions.� He found
most fascinating the portions discussing what differences and similarities
there could be, whether some worlds were more or less likely to occur, and if
the choices a person made could end in the creation of a different reality.
Avidly reading everything she�d brought back, he felt more and more convinced
that changing �dimensions� was indeed what had happened to him.
Although that might be due to the fact that, as much as he had tried to
re-examine the events surrounding his arrival, he couldn�t come up with any
other explanation. He didn�t understand exactly how his kazaana could have combined with the well�s powers to
result in this, but then again, none of them understood the well itself,
either. He could accept the fact that he didn�t understand it, possibly
never would, and go on with his life.
Accepting the loss of his home and his friends when he�d felt so close to
regaining them was a bit more difficult. He still found himself waking in
the middle of the night with tears on his face. The only thing that was
helping him cope with their absence was realizing that if they weren�t in this
world, it meant that somewhere, at least, Naraku was
already dead. Inuyasha and Kagome were likely
married, or close to it, and creating a house for themselves and Shippou. Sango was probably
being pursued by the lord who�d expressed so much interest, and he could just
see her with a small brood of children that she could pass down her village�s
knowledge to. He would likely feel some sadness throughout his life that
he would never know exactly what had happened to them, but he would have
suffered the same loss at his death, and at least this way, he still
lived. This way, he could take comfort in the fact that they were safe
and had managed to find happiness.
As for himself, once everyone had come to believe that he was not a servant
to Naraku, life had been relatively pleasant. He was
uncertain what he was going to do after Naraku was
defeated, again, but he would find something, he was sure. He could find
something to devote his life to. Perhaps Sango
and he could combine their talents to work as demon exterminators
together. He wouldn�t have thought it a workable plan at first, but it
might be possible now that Sango was slowly starting
to accept him.
He had the feeling that Sango�s change of heart
might have less to do with himself than with
information he�d brought with him, but he would take what he could get.
At least he�d been the one to initiate things. When he and Sango had an unusual moment alone, he�d tentatively inquired
about Kohaku. He�d found out that in this
reality, Kohaku had been long dead. All from
nothing more than a cold at the wrong time. The night Naraku
had destroyed Sango�s village and family, Kohaku had taken ill and stayed home rather than come on
the assignment with Sango and the warriors.
He�d been killed when the village was slaughtered.
Sango had been very subdued when she�d found out
that in his reality, Kohaku had been enslaved by Naraku for years, only to die all the same when the shard was
removed from his back. In an odd way, the knowledge seemed to bring her
some peace, assuaging her guilt in not pushing for her brother to come despite
his illness. Knowing that his death with the village might have been the
better alternative affected her deeply.
Since then, she�d been considerably more friendly,
even smiling periodically at him as they sat around and exchanged stories by
the fire at night. He was slowly starting to fit into this group,
and when sorrow overwhelmed him, he could take a moment to look around himself and take comfort in their growing camaraderie.
�C�mon, monk! Hurry it up!� Inuyasha interrupted, coming back and grabbing his hand,
pulling him along so rapidly he tripped.
�Inuyasha, let go! This isn�t a race; we�ll
get there in plenty of time to have a decent meal.� Miroku
stumbled again and yanked his hand free. Feeling the loss, Inuyasha stopped suddenly and Miroku
slammed into him, bouncing back to fall on his ass in a large mud puddle in the
middle of the road.
Turning around, Inuyasha looked down at him and
started laughing.
�I�m sooo glad you�re enjoying this.� Miroku griped, pulling himself to his feet and looking at
his robes in annoyance. �Now I�ll have to wash off. I have no
interest in eating while covered in mud.�
Inuyasha flushed slightly as he looked at
him. �Eh, I-I could keep you company, if you like.� He offered.
Miroku concentrated on scraping at the thick mud
covering him. �That�s not necessary. You seem rather impatient to get to
food. Go ahead, I should be along shortly.�
�Yeah, right.� He stared at Miroku
so long that the monk looked up to see what he wanted.
�Yes?�
�Eh�just don�t be too long. It�s not safe.�
Miroku shook his head. So far, along with
his affectionate nature, this Inuyasha seemed to have
an overprotective street five miles wide. Not that he hadn�t before, but Miroku had never had it aimed his direction with such
intensity before. He couldn�t count the times now that the hanyou had followed him rather than let him go off on his
own. It had been comforting at first, when Miroku
was still feeling rather nervous about the Ronin�s
assault. Now, however, he suspected that his helplessness on that occassion had given Inuyasha the
wrong impression. After all, he may have been overwhelmed by the other Miroku, but that was when he was unarmed and
unclothed. On any normal occasion, he was a capable fighter in his own
right, especially with a new staff to utilize. He didn�t think the hanyou was aware of that. Not that there�d been an
occasion to show him the error of his ways.
�Maybe I should come with you, just in case.� Inuyasha
said, looking down at him.
�Inuyasha, I can take care of myself. I do
not need a caretaker.�
�I wasn�t saying that. I just thought you might need company�or somethin�.� He said weakly. With a skeptical eye, Miroku watched him shuffle his feet and he sighed. It
was clear the hanyou was hiding his true
intentions. Did he think the monk didn�t see how little credence he gave
to Miroku�s ability to defend himself?
�I�m fine. I�ll see you back Kaede�s.�
�All right. But hurry it up. I don�t
know that I�ll save any food for you if you take too long.� He said, and
started walking back as Miroku turned to the little
stream he knew was nearby,.

Inuyasha waited until Miroku
was hidden by the trees before he turned and followed him. He was glad
Kagome and Sango weren�t watching or he�d never hear
the end of it. For weeks now, he�d been making sure to sit next to the monk
whenever they rested or sat down for a moment. He touched him constantly,
brought him food, looked out for him, all little things that were supposed to
indicate his interest, along with leaving enough scent around to warn off any
other youkai who might consider the little monk fair
game. Kagome knew what he was doing, and either teased him mercilessly or
sighed about how sweet it was to see him focused on romance again. Sango merely shook her head or outright laughed at
him. Even Shippou was smiling when he saw Inuyasha next to the monk. But Miroku? He was completely oblivious! It
was driving him crazy!
If he�d had some sign that Miroku realized what he
was trying to do, then at least he could have proceeded to the next stage and
worked on trying to seduce him. But as it stood, the man�s innocence made
him feel like a lecher. That, and finding out how old he was. He�d
been right in thinking he was young. Barely 20 years old�which made him
feel like a cradle-robbing lecher. He felt he could be forgiven for being
surprised at the age. After all, his world�s ronin
was even older than he�d first recalled. He�d lost almost a decade somewhere
along the way, according to Kagome, and she tended to keep track of that thing
so he had no choice but to believe her. How the hell the two could be the
same but different ages, he had no idea, although as usual Kagome had something
to say about it. She�d suggested that maybe, if the well actually was involved, Miroku had traveled a
bit through time as well. After all, Miroku had
insisted that everyone had been approximately the same age in their group,
aside from those with youkai blood, and that matched
with what his group had�both Kagome and Sango were in
their thirties as well now, not that you could tell.
Mating with a youkai did have some
advantages to a human, as their youthful appearances were proof of.
Thinking about age was not something he enjoyed doing, however. It
always made him ache that no matter what happened,
he�d never have the long relationship with Miroku
that Kagome and Sango were able to enjoy with their
mates. The longer he�d known the monk, the more he felt�right. He was
everything the other Ronin should have been,
and Inuyasha wanted him desperately. But even
if, no when, he managed to make the monk his, he couldn�t make him his
mate. He�d eventually grow old and die while Inuyasha
was fated to linger and watch him fade after only a few decades. As much as he
wished it were otherwise, mating with a male just wasn�t possible. There
were a few examples of it happening in some of the old stories, admittedly,
stories about warriors grown so close that they bonded in every way, but
everyone agreed that they were more allegory than fact. He�d never heard
of anyone actually pulling it off in truth. And he�d looked, when he�d
first started falling for the Ronin. The only
thing he�d found were a few desperate couples who had tried anyway, and the
results had been fatal for both parties.
He wouldn�t willingly risk the monk�s life for something that every example
indicated would fail anyway. But Gods, he was really going to miss the
man when he was gone.
Inuyasha shook his head, trying to rid himself of
the morbid thoughts, and crept towards the sounds of Miroku
washing his clothing. He swallowed slightly as he peeked out from the
bushes to find the naked monk kneeling on the bank, scrubbing his clothing
vigorously. The man was just so damn�
Miroku lost his grip on his fundoshi
a moment and ran into the water with a cry, tripping as he grabbed it and
ending up on his butt in the cold water.
�so damn adorable. How the man thought he�d
be able to fight, Inuyasha had no idea. He was
so small! Shit, he barely made it up to Inuyasha�s
shoulder. Admittedly, he was obviously fit. Seeing Miroku turn and slosh his way back to the bank, the muscles
of his flat stomach rippling, Inuyasha swallowed
again and adjusted himself.
Really obviously fit.
But that didn�t mean he could protect himself! He was so slight, the
features of his face lovely and delicate, and those indigo eyes of his watched
everything around him with a youthful sparkle that Inuyasha
coveted like nothing he�d ever wanted in his life. Even after everything
that had happened to the man, he seemed to be looking at the world as though it
shone with a rosy glow, laughing and joking and treating the people around him
with a gentle, teasing demeanor that eventually sucked in every person he
met.
And Inuyasha wanted him. He wanted to plunge his
hands into that short, silky hair and kiss him until he couldn�t stand.
He wanted to pick him up and carry him home where he could touch his pale body
for hours on end. He wanted Miroku underneath
him, moaning, as he plunged into him and the man begged him for more.
But what he wanted most of all was for Miroku to
want all those things, too, and Inuyasha didn�t think
that would happen if he was too�forceful. The poor thing had already had
one male molest him. He might bolt if Inuyasha
pushed too hard. He really should treat him with kid gloves for a while
yet, until the memory of Ronin had time to fade more
and he might be more amenable to Inuyasha�s
attentions. Until then, he�d play nice.
Which of course was why he was sitting like a pervert
hiding in the bushes. He really had sunk to new depths, unwilling
to court the monk�s displeasure by openly following him, but at the same time
unable to deny himself the sight of all that bare flesh. It didn�t help
that he had to fight his youkai as he watched.
Anytime he caught a glimpse of Miroku unclothed, that
stupid part of himself started trying to get out so it could get to Miroku and simply take him and forget the slow, careful
courting Inuyasha had planned.
It had not been a peaceful three weeks inside his head.
Watching Miroku and fully occupied in preventing
his youkai from taking over, he missed the familiar
aura and scent approaching them until it was too late.
He saw Miroku look up nervously, straightening as
he looked off to the right where Inuyasha�s sight was
blocked.
A low growl rumbled out from the newcomer and Inuyasha
froze.
Oh shit�.
�You dare to enter my territory again?�
Miroku looked surprised that he was even being
spoken to. �I-�
�Die, Ronin.�
An acid green ribbon of light whipped through the air towards Miroku�s unprotected head as Inuyasha
leapt desperately out of the bushes, hitting Miroku
hard and knocking both of them into the water.
Jumping to his feet, Inuyasha faced a snarling Sesshoumaru on the far bank as he quickly shoved Miroku�s dazed body behind him.
�Are you so easy to seduce, then, even knowing what
he has done? I expected better of you, brother.� Sesshoumaru
growled.
�Just hold a second, asshole. It�s not what you think��
�I will not let your error in judgment place Rin
and the others in danger, Inuyasha. He will
die. Now.�
�Dammit, stop! Just listen to me for a
fucking minute, you stubborn jackass!� Even as Inuyasha
yelled, he backed away towards the closest bank, pushing Miroku
along as he went.
�Run for the village.� He ordered quietly, reaching behind himself to toss
the monk up onto the grass. With one wide eyed stared at Sesshoumaru, Miroku lunged for
his things.
Inuyasha leapt in Sesshoumaru�s
way as the taiyoukai attacked. He hit him in
the stomach, knocking him into a tree. �It�s not Miroku!!�
he yelled.
Snarling, Sesshoumaru backhanded him, flipping him
head over heels. �I am not so easily fooled. His scent is the same,
his look�it is him, whatever lies he has spun for you.�
Rolling to his feet, Inuyasha leapt back at Sesshoumaru before the youkai did
more than turn towards the monk. Landing on his back, he hung off of it,
wrestling with his arms. �You need to listen, dammit!�
Flipping him over his shoulder, Sesshoumaru picked
up Inuyasha by the neck and pinned him to a
tree. �The man you loved was a fantasy, Inuyasha.
A creation of desire and skillful lies. Do not
make me kill him while you still hold onto some vain hope he has
changed.�
Before he could speak, Inuyasha was interrupted by
Miroku charging them both with his staff in hand.

He panicked. �You fucking idiot! Get away from here! You�re
supposed to be hiding, you moron! Get back to Kaede�s!!�

�And leave you to be killed? I think not!� Miroku
yelled, flinging his hand out. A handful of ofuda
flew threw the air to hit Sesshoumaru on the arm and
the youkai hissed, staring at them in shocked
surprise. Miroku continued forward, swinging
his staff at Sesshoumaru�s arms and missing
completely as the taiyoukai slid out of the way,
keeping his hold on Inuyasha as he did so. Miroku followed through without pause, swinging his shakujou in deadly arcs as he attempted to force Sesshoumaru to drop Inuyasha, but
his swings continued to meet air as Sesshoumaru
dodged and spun lightly, never once released the hanyou.
After mere minutes, he seemed to grow tired of the game and with one quick swipe, he knocked Miroku�s staff
from his hands.
Miroku faced them, naked and panting, and Inuyasha struggled within his mind as his youkai screamed to be free and protect the ningen first, and then punish
him for putting himself in such unnecessary danger. He should have run as he�d
been told and stayed safe!!
His eyes bled red and he pushed the rage and terror down with enormous
effort. He didn�t know what to do�he couldn�t let Miroku
be hurt, but he couldn�t release his youkai on his
own brother! There had to be someway to get out of this!
As Sesshoumaru made no move to attack, he felt
himself start to calm slightly. If the taiyoukai
was going to kill the monk immediately, he would have already done it.

Right?
�Please leave him be, Sesshoumaru-sama.
Surely there is no honor in killing him when he has not even had time to draw Tessaiga.� Miroku spoke after
catching his breath.
Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru
looked at each other a moment. Kill me? What the hell is he talking
about?
�You are advising me not to�kill�Inuyasha.� Sesshoumaru said slowly, staring at him.
�Yes, please reconsider.�
After a moment, Sesshoumaru smiled
scornfully.
�All right, ningen. I will release Inuyasha if you agree to die in his place.� He
sneered.
�You swear this?� Miroku asked suspiciously.
�By my father�s swords, yes.�
Both Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru
watched with open mouths when Miroku dropped his
staff immediately and walked towards them.
�What are you doing, you idiot! He�s not going to �gaaak.�
Sesshoumaru tightened his hand momentarily and cut
off Inuyasha�s air supply.
Inuyasha started to struggle violently, his eyes
shifting to red again as Miroku came within reach of Sesshoumaru�s claws.
Sesshoumaru threw Inuyasha
away in the blink of an eye and grabbed Miroku around
the throat.
�No! No, you fucking bastard! Don�t kill him!!� Inuyasha screamed as he tried to regain his feet. He
stood still as he suddenly realized that Miroku�s
head was still attached to his body.
�Just get away, Inuyasha!� Miroku
yelled out. �Get the women and leave, or at least get to better grounds
so you can fight back!�
Inuyasha�s eyes flashing gold and crimson, he
snarled �Miroku, you are so damn stupid! I�m
not fucking leaving you here!�
�Are you ready to die, ningen.� Sesshoumaru said, ignoring Inuyasha
and looking down at Miroku.
�Yes.� Miroku said simply, taking a deep breath
and closing his eyes, and Sesshoumaru stared at him.

And stared.
And stared.
Inuyasha held his breath. He couldn�t
attack; his brother could kill the monk faster than he could get there.
He didn�t think he could control his youkai if that
happened, and hoped Sesshoumaru realized how much of
a fight he would have on his hands if he harmed Inuyasha�s
ningen. Trying desperately to control himself,
he argued his case.
�He�s not the same man, Oniisan.� He said,
terrified, hoping. He knew Sesshoumaru was
puzzled by Miroku�s behavior, and the man hated
puzzles. He almost never acted without getting all the facts.
�Please, let him go��
�You may live, for the moment.� Sesshoumaru said,
releasing Miroku�s throat. He turned away from
him to face Inuyasha and both youkai
males stopped, shocked as Miroku leapt for his staff
and jumped in front of Inuyasha.
�Stay away from him, Sesshoumaru. I offered
my life for his and you agreed. You swore. Leave him be!�
�I have no plans to kill my brother, ningen.�
He said slowly, watching as Miroku slowly lowered his
staff in confusion.
�Y-you don�t?�
Grabbing him by the shoulder and whipping him around to face him, Inuyasha growled
fiercely. �No, he doesn�t, you moron! What the hell were you
thinking, letting him get his hands on you! I told you to run for the
village� The hanyou shook him, once again so angry
about how close the monk came to being completely erased that he wanted to
howl.
�I would not save my own skin like a coward while a friend is in mortal
danger!�
�YOU were the only one in mortal danger!� Didn�t the man understand how
close he�d been to dying?? �I swear, I should put you over my knee and
fucking spank you for pulling something like
this!�
�Eh � � Miroku�s face was
a combination of confusion and shock. He stared up at Inuyasha
and shook his head slightly as though he was trying to deny what Inuyasha had just said. �Y-you have an odd sense of
humor, Inuyasha
�It�s not a joke, Miroku. I�m telling you right
now, if you try something like that again, I�ll spank your ass �til it glows,
monk. Try me.�
Miroku shoved away from him and just stared.
�I- I- � he looked at Sesshoumaru
who seemed to be smirking slightly at the two of them and then back at Inuyasha�s angry glare. �You- that�s not� � he stared again as Inuyasha
bared his teeth at him and finally shivered. �I�m going to get dressed.�

Inuyasha growled again in irritation as the monk
turned away, and he swung out and slapped him hard on the cheek of his
ass.
Miroku whipped around, his eyes stunned. �Inuyasha!� The hanyou grinned at him and walked forward as Miroku retreated a step.
�Just so you know I�m serious, little monk.� He growled, his eyes still
fluctuating between red and gold. �I don�t make threats I don�t keep.�

Miroku�s brow furrowed and he smelled nervous and
angry and confused as hell. Backing away from Inuyasha,
he reached down for his robes.
�Go back to camp once your dressed, Miroku.� Inuyasha ordered. Gulping slightly, Miroku looked between Sesshoumaru
and Inuyasha, blushing a moment at Sesshoumaru�s amused grin.
He dressed rapidly, not taking his eyes from Inuyasha,
and stood there awkwardly a moment as he continued to stare.
Inuyasha took a deep breath to try and calm himself. �I need to speak to Sesshoumaru
for a minute. We�ll talk more when I get back.�
Miroku nodded, still obviously confused and not
more than a little irritated, and headed towards the village, looking back
periodically until he was out of sight.

There was a moment of silence and then Sesshoumaru
spoke. �It seems that there's something you need to tell me, Otouto.�
�You have no fucking idea.� Inuyasha sighed, and
started talking.
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