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I Only Meant To Train Her	By : TheSlytherinPhoenix Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Miroku/Kagome Views: 5317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AND DO NOT MAKE ANY MONEY OFF OF THE STORIES. I SIMPLY LOVE TO WRITE FANFICS WITH MY FAVORITE ANIME!

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
A/N: I apologize for how long this update took. I hope you enjoy, I was rereading this (and yes I will go back and fix the few typos i saw in previoius chapters) and got all fussy when it stopped at chapter 4 then realized I had to write chapter 5. So I did. : ) I hope you like it.
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A bright light. Burning. Something was on fire. Cold as ice. Death. Life was pulsing. The air was screaming. She was falling. She was crashing. Time had stopped and she was racing through it. “No!” Kagome jerked, feeling her body surging into motion. She had to get away! The room was pulsing around her. She was picked up off the floor as what felt like an invisible bowling bowl slammed into her stomach. She was screaming, stuck in the air contorted around herself as if she was dangling from strings like a tangled puppet.
The air in the hut had burst around them as they slept. He had felt the stale cold air snap to a broil, the feeling of it had been startling. But it was the woman he had been traveling with that had been why he was awake enough to feel it at all. They had slept beyond the sun coming in through the hole in the cave, had slept through the what Miroku could tell was mid morning creeping into the lunch hours by the light in the hut as he took in the scene before him.
He had opened his eyes to see Kagome was covered in a light sweat but glowing and whimpering. The air around them was filled with static that he could literally see spider webbing around the room with tiny electric currents. “No.” He had breathed out and was trying to get to his feet when she burst around them; he had to back away from her as the static tendrils in the air flickered to life in a holy fire. She was screaming and the flames were slowly destroying everything around them. “Kagome!” he tried to call to her as the flames lashed out at her.
By some miracle a small part of her soul must have realized what was happening because as the flame was about to touch her Miroku watched a barrier protect the small female. He had to get to her and get them out of the hut otherwise they would both be ash by the end of the day and no one would find them. Moving through the patches of flameless floor he pressed to the barrier, helpless as he tried to to get to his friend.
When Kagome thought it couldn’t get worse she was wrong, just as she felt like every awkward bone would begin to snap in a agonizingly slow motion she was jerked up and then slammed into the ground, feeling her head explode into a throbbing ache. The barrier around her flickered, allowing the heavy form of Miroku beating against it to fall through. His knees hit the floor and he began to cough and take deep breathes, unlike the hut the barrier she was in was free of smoke.
There she was, her body twisted on the ground with her eyes fluttering as she struggled to wake from the nightmare she was stuck in. She saw the flames, they were real- it wasn’t just the dream anymore, Miroku was crawling towards her, glancing around the room in what she knew to be panic. Her mind could register what was happening, but her body wouldn’t move yet. “Miroku.” She whispered as the dark took her under with the touch of his hand to her cheek.
Miroku had heard her soft voice, she was alive. The barrier dissolved around them as she passed out, his hand jerking back from the womans cheek as he heard the roar of the flames come to life. Her reiki had resorted to a cleansing fire that was about to cave in the hut they were no longer protected in. He tried to move her gently but in his hurry he was not sure if he had succeeded as he picked her up and began to try to see through the smoke to get them out. When he was sure he had found the way out he realized it was actually a hole that was burned into the wall as the embers of wood glowed around the edges, but behind was starting to cave in with burning beams.
That was not an option, with his shoulder he widened the hole as he slammed his body into the wood. They fell through, he was barely able to keep his balance while holding the small limp woman but somehow he did and he managed to get them a few paces away before he felt his knees buckling and was sinking to the ground holding Kagome.
He stared at the bright pink flames swirling around the hut as it crumbled moments later, his lungs stung and it hurt to cough, but the woman in his arms wasn’t making a noise and that scared him more than his own pain. He looked down to her, her face was covered in dark smudges, just like their clothes were. He could see she was breathing, but she was shaking with the small exhales. He was relieved, that was twice now that he had almost watched the woman in his arms die.
Her head was pounding, her lungs stung, and her body was aching in ways she had not felt since she was dragged into the well. She could hear herself groan, and it sounded loud. Her vision was blurry, but she would recognize the violet of Miroku’s priest robes no matter the state of her vision. She went to move, her body twitched and she hissed in pain. It all came back then- fire! Her eyes shot open fully and he came into focus. He was covered in black patches, his clothes were filthy, and he was holding her against his chest where they were on the ground.
She would have cared if she couldn’t see the reflection of the fire burning in his eyes as he looked down to her. What had she done now? Bits and pieces of it were coming back to her, she could hear him calling to her. She could feel the pain of her power slamming into her. The barrier and the heat of fire. She had almost killed not only herself but Miroku as well, she was finally able to take in a full breath and when it came out it was shuddering and that led to tears. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered as she looked to the hut, making herself watch the final bits of destruction.
He felt her body go tense when she turned to look, he had not known what to do when she started to cry. Why was she sorry? “You have nothing to apologize for Kagome.” He tried to soothe her, holding her a little tighter to hug her to him, rubbing her back softly. “I should have brought you here sooner. It’s my fault.”
“It burned down around us.” She had finally stopped crying, her soft sniffles interrupting her words.
“But we got out.” He tried to console her.
“You got us out.” She hiccuped, fighting back more tears. “First Kirara, now this- you should have just saved yourself.” She was shaking her head, panic setting in. “This is too much to-” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence because he silenced her.
Miroku was lost. The woman in his arms was the strongest and possibly bravest person he had ever met. Knowing all he knew about her and where she was from he was certain someone else would not have survived this world as she did. She was terrified of herself, and he didn’t blame her but he drew the line if she thought he would let her think she wasn’t worth the risk.
His fingers gripped her chin without hesitation, stopping her from speaking as he turned her face to look up at his. It was so fast that he didn’t even think about it, he was going to tell her to stop being ridiculous but the way she looked when her eyes looked on on his own. She was so frail and precious in that moment, so beautiful in her rawness that he was unable to think. He was instinct and impulse and years of self control were now lost as he acted on his deepest secret.
One minute she was talking and the next he was kissing her. The first response he would have thought to get from Kagome was a firm slap to his cheek, but she was frozen briefly in his arms before her body melted into him. He felt her fingers on the wrist of the hand that was gently holding her chin but her touch was reassuring and gripping him lightly. Where he had been holding her she curled into him further, her back gently arching as his hand slid up her spine to cradle her to him.
Her heart was racing, yet her mind was clear and silent as he pulled every bit of focus she had in herself to attention and melted it. She had never felt this kind of fire before, and considering she had just escaped flames that said a lot. The heat she felt pressed up against him was hotter than the holy flames that had led to the moment they were frozen in. When the kiss stopped it was hesitant, almost like it knew that it was a stolen piece of time and was trying to hold onto what it had left. Her eyes fluttered open and focused on his own, her lips parted slightly in shock as she realized what it should have felt like to kiss Inuyasha all those years ago, and who it actually felt like that for.
He set her down gently on the moss covered ground, seeing the open book of emotions that was Kagome gently touch her lips with her fingertips. He could still taste her on his lips, the loss of her warmth in his arms was painful now that he had crossed the line he had told himself he would not cross. “Now you know why I cannot do that, Kagome.” His voice was serious, but a whisper even though no one was around to hear them. He stood, his body seeming to be stiffer than normal and walked away from the small woman.
Kagome watched him walk to the edge of the water and begin to wash his face, replaying what had just happened over and over in her mind. She could see him taking his outer robe off to dunk it in the water, and yet she could still only sit where she was, wondering how it was possible for her whole world view to shift so dramatically for a second time. She had been blind to life before falling down the well and now it was obvious she had been unable to see him the truth as well. But now, all she could do was remember a thousand little moments that suddenly seemed to be shaded a different color for her.
He stood and began to wring out his robe before he walked over to a small tree with over a dozen branches on it that she had not been able to see in the dark of the night before. When she followed his movements the pain in her body ached and made her start to move, but she had barely stood up when Miroku pulled off his undershirt to begin the same process with it. Her breath hitched in her throat.
When they had been swimming with the moon fish she had stolen glances at him and admitted he was desirable but that was before she admitted to herself what she had not even realized, after what had just happened what she saw now was beyond that. She could remember looking at Inuyasha, wanting to be with him- but that was it. As she looked at Miroku she began to wonder what his skin would feel like, his lips had been soft while his fingers had been slightly rough from years of fighting so she wondered if it would tickle to have him running those fingers down her arm. She wondered how it would feel to be held by him in a very different way than before, to have been in his arms when they first entered the cave at sunset or curled into him when asleep in the hut. She wondered how she would ever not taste his lips on hers every time he looked at her or if it would ever happen again.
Miroku was beside himself inside his head. He had just crossed a line with his friend, a line he had said this was not about. He was not trying to be a pervert and seduce her, he was genuinely trying to save her life and somehow that had put him right onto the path he was trying to avoid. As he tried to rinse the smell of the fire out of his clothes he risked small glances at her, she had watched him for some time before she had slowly made her way towards him and his fear was so vivid he could taste it. He wanted to apologize, but he was not sorry at all. He would never get a moment like that again, he would take their stolen kiss with him everywhere in memory and he would grow old with it as his secret.
She did not want to make it awkward, but she did not know what to say so instead of trying to talk to him as he turned to look at her she smiled a little and began to undo the outer layer of her kimono as well to wash it. He had froze when she slipped the green layer off, leaving only the thin white layer to barely hide the silhouette of her from him with the bright light of the sun. She had crouched down and submerged it, rubbing it together in hopes to remove the dark smudges.
They did not speak, but once he had finished with his undershirt he stood to wring it out and Kagome felt a new sensation hit her. Her whole body had been aching from pain, tense and sore but when she got an eyeful of Miroku with just his thin white pants on she nearly swallowed her tongue. How had she not noticed that he was as defined as Inuyasha, that he did not have a single bit of fat on him and it showed in the forms of abs and muscles in his arms that could make a professional fighter envious. She stopped her movements briefly but forced her body to keep moving, convincing herself she was just over reacting. But then she admitted to herself that she had seen Inuyasha half naked many times due to a battle and never felt her heart skip a beat or her body flood with warmth beneath her skin, and in her own era she never even noticed the opposite sex as she just had with her friend.
Being close to her when she was barely clothed had suddenly become a lot harder for the Monk so he quickly made work of his clothing and went to hang it on the tree with his robe, he had been lucky enough to have not brought his bag back into the hut after changing the night before so he distracted his mind from the lips that would haunt him by setting up a fire for tea and pulling out his spare set of robes and underclothes. When Kagome walked up to hang her Kimono out she was handed his spare outer robe and blushed, taking it gently from him. “Thank you.”
The first thing she had said to him and it wasn’t a reprimand! He was thrilled and relieved and still slightly apprehensive all at once. Was she going to pretend it didn’t happen? Was she angry? Was she worried Sango had been right? Did she trust him anymore? He wanted to break the ice but at the same time he was afraid of bringing up the topic, so he spoke about everything but that. “I was unaware you could summon Holy fire Kagome.”
She had just sat down with his robe pulled around her when he spoke, startling her from her own internal thoughts. “Oh. Well, I don’t use it. I can’t control it and I risk it hurting us all.” She bit her lip briefly, “I found out about a year ago, one of the times I had been getting water alone. I ran into a small demon and before I could even reach for an arrow it burst into flames. I tried so many times to control it, but the most I could do was for a barrier line on the ground and hold it steady for about five minutes before it would break lose and start destroying things.” She had a frustrated look on her face, like talking about it reminded her of the failure all over and she was still trying to figure out how to fix it.
“Did you try letting it consume things, but only inside the circle?” Miroku glanced at her as he poured them tea.
She stared at him for a moment, rolling the idea around in her head before slowly speaking, “No. I can’t make it stop burning so I kept the fire small.”
He nodded, feeling her fingertips brush against his as she took the small cup, “If you give it something to destroy and a area to do it in, once it is finished it will go out. If the fire is aimless then it spreads. Does Kaede know?”
Kagome shook her head, “She told me a few months ago that she had taught me everything she knew. Now we just enjoy our walks together and collect herbs, I even make rounds for her in the village to ease her struggle. She hides it well, but she is ready for a quiet life of relaxation. She is looking for someone to take over in the village.” She sounded sad, but she still smiled.
He could see the wheels in her head turning, could tell she was somewhere else for a moment. “Has she asked you?” Kagome nodded softly, “Are you staying?” They had all lived under the pretense of once the mission was over Kagome would go home, but if she planned to stay then everything would change.
She sipped her tea, looking at the water as she nodded softly. “I don’t belong in my time anymore, when I go everything is so loud and fast, there are so many people, so many buildings. The air isn’t clean and I feel lie an outsider. But when I am here…” She trailed off, “This is my home.” They sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of the fire drying their clothes as their minds wandered to the path ahead. Miroku had packed some fruits and bread his bag, after they had eaten they were able to get dressed and leave the small area she would never forget for many reasons. “Back into the dark.” She whispered as they moved through the barrier and into the ink black.
They had made torches this time so it lit up a bigger area as they walked, only lighting one at a time so they could store more in his bag for the journey. He could hear the weight in her voice, knowing they were in for a long day. He didn’t know why he said it, but “Do you trust me?” came out with the smile just as it had at the cave entrance the day before. Her smile was a relief as she nodded her head as they started walking deeper into the tunnels.
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