InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty and Obsession or The Cursed Monk ❯ Beauty and Obsession or The Cursed Monk ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Xakana 
Obsession and Beauty.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.25.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 525 | Visits: 660 | Status: Completed
Obsession and Beauty.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.25.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 525 | Visits: 660 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha or any of Takahashi's characters. Fanfic brings me no money.
Notes: This is just a very short bit that I thought of when listening to Creep by Radiohead. I could easily hear Miroku singing it, it seemed to match him well. How it ended up evolving into an angst story I have no idea. It's quite possibly the shortest short I've ever written!
Rating: PG-13/T (for adult themes)
Genre: Angst
Feedback: Review, please! I like to know what people think of my writings. Thanks!
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Beauty and Obsession
or The Cursed Monk
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Miroku watched true beauty step in front of him. For a moment, he was paralyzed. Eyes shining in the darkness, silken hair flowing gripped him and caused him to make errors that were nearly fatal. Miroku's gaze drifted away, avoiding those eyes. Even when the poison entered his kazaana, he wanted nothing more than to feel the pale skin so near, so far...
It became an obsession. A need for perfection. He kept it to himself, buried deep inside. It was nothing new to anyone that he lied. Smiling came easy enough except when he thought of that skin. Everything like silk, soft to sink in. All Miroku could dream of were desires he repressed. It wasn't love, he was just obsessed.
Finally, it drove him away from his friends, away from the woman he pretended to love. He stalked down the predator who haunted him and stole a moment of fingers in silk. Sesshomaru spun and lifted him by the throat.
"Kill me then," Miroku said. He wasn't afraid.
"You seek death?" Sesshomaru asked.
"I saught only beauty and perfection," Miroku answered defiantly. Who he was defying, even he didn't know. Golden eyes widened at such a proclamation and the pressure and pain at Miroku's throat disappeared. Claws like razors rested against his skin and Miroku clenched his fists in frustration. To die now would be perfect. Perfect heaven, perfect hell. The pain in his hand that had pushed him here increased and he pushed past the talons at his throat to touch lips with the beautiful monster in front of him. He refused to close his eyes as he tasted Sesshomaru.
The youkai didn't move away and Miroku reached out, touching his face, running his fingers up the rose stripes into the warm hair. His smallest finger traced the pointed ear as he leaned close, moving his lips to follow that little digit. "I wish to die looking on great beauty," he whispered, then stepped back. A black glow began around his hand and Sesshomaru's eyes flicked to it briefly. Understanding crossed his features and he smiled. Miroku didn't close his eyes as Sesshomaru struck out. He felt nothing as he saw his own blood trail down the taiyoukai's fingers. He felt the light touch of Sesshomaru's hand on his face and gazed upon the beauty that had haunted him as he died.
Notes: This is just a very short bit that I thought of when listening to Creep by Radiohead. I could easily hear Miroku singing it, it seemed to match him well. How it ended up evolving into an angst story I have no idea. It's quite possibly the shortest short I've ever written!
Rating: PG-13/T (for adult themes)
Genre: Angst
Feedback: Review, please! I like to know what people think of my writings. Thanks!
________________________________________________________________________ ________
Beauty and Obsession
or The Cursed Monk
________________________________________________________________________ ________
Miroku watched true beauty step in front of him. For a moment, he was paralyzed. Eyes shining in the darkness, silken hair flowing gripped him and caused him to make errors that were nearly fatal. Miroku's gaze drifted away, avoiding those eyes. Even when the poison entered his kazaana, he wanted nothing more than to feel the pale skin so near, so far...
It became an obsession. A need for perfection. He kept it to himself, buried deep inside. It was nothing new to anyone that he lied. Smiling came easy enough except when he thought of that skin. Everything like silk, soft to sink in. All Miroku could dream of were desires he repressed. It wasn't love, he was just obsessed.
Finally, it drove him away from his friends, away from the woman he pretended to love. He stalked down the predator who haunted him and stole a moment of fingers in silk. Sesshomaru spun and lifted him by the throat.
"Kill me then," Miroku said. He wasn't afraid.
"You seek death?" Sesshomaru asked.
"I saught only beauty and perfection," Miroku answered defiantly. Who he was defying, even he didn't know. Golden eyes widened at such a proclamation and the pressure and pain at Miroku's throat disappeared. Claws like razors rested against his skin and Miroku clenched his fists in frustration. To die now would be perfect. Perfect heaven, perfect hell. The pain in his hand that had pushed him here increased and he pushed past the talons at his throat to touch lips with the beautiful monster in front of him. He refused to close his eyes as he tasted Sesshomaru.
The youkai didn't move away and Miroku reached out, touching his face, running his fingers up the rose stripes into the warm hair. His smallest finger traced the pointed ear as he leaned close, moving his lips to follow that little digit. "I wish to die looking on great beauty," he whispered, then stepped back. A black glow began around his hand and Sesshomaru's eyes flicked to it briefly. Understanding crossed his features and he smiled. Miroku didn't close his eyes as Sesshomaru struck out. He felt nothing as he saw his own blood trail down the taiyoukai's fingers. He felt the light touch of Sesshomaru's hand on his face and gazed upon the beauty that had haunted him as he died.