InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bed Ridden ❯ I'm Sorry, It Does Not Count As Personal Growth ( Chapter 16 )

General Info: Round Robin #1 for the Monk and miko Yahoo! Group.

Title: Bed Ridden

Summary: He's lived through a cursed hand, demons, and a hanyou with an attitude- but can our sixteenth century Houshi live through the stimulation of the twentieth century? [MK]

Rating: PG-13

Chapter Author: Crimson Demon

Chapter Summary: In which Kagome and Miroku have (Pre?) lover's quarrel, make up, and our houshi want's to play doctor.

Disclaimer: If I could think up something snappy, and funny, I would.
But as it is, you'll have to deal with, I don't own them. Damn.

Author Note: I can't write smut per se, to save my life. So it looks like Kaggers and Miroku are going to remain…um…smutless for a while
longer. *sigh* Sorry 'bout that. Oh well, you're all young, you'll
adjust…(besides, I don't want to horribly maul the lemon, I'll leave
it for someone else)

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Chapter 16: I'm Sorry, It Does Not Count As Personal Growth

"Did you mean it?" Still hung in the air, unanswered by the houshi
who was still leaning against the kitchen wall. His dark eyes bore in
to her own, making her shift in frustration after a moment. "Miroku,
please, did you mean it?" Her fingertips ghosted over his cheeks, and
then his lips before she cupped his chin gently. "Miroku, aren't you
going to say anything?" She didn't notice the fact that she used the
exact same words he had moments ago, but he did.

And with slight, barely discernable, anger in his voice, as he
answered. "No."

Kagome drew in a breath, in what might have been called a gasp if she
had stopped to think about it, and moved until she was kneeling
beside him. "No what, Miroku? No, you didn't mean it, or no, you
won't answer me?"

A wry smirk curved his lips, and he reached up with both his hands,
curling his fingers around her small wrists, before pulling them
away, and then dropping them as if they had burned him. "Does it
matter, Kagome-sama?"

It was a lash to her heart, adding the -sama back to the end of her
name. She blinked once, twice, lips parting slightly, small hands
fisting in the semi-baggy pants of her pajama's, before turning
burning blue-gray eyes up to his face. "I'm serious, Kagome-sama,
does it even matter anymore? You've made it clear that you've no
interest in this…" He paused, the smile pasted on his face containing
no humor what so ever. "What ever the hell this is. So tell me, does
it?"

Her breathing was growing shakier by the minute, with each precisely,
cold word spoken. Fear prickled down her spine, and she ruthlessly
fought it down. "Of course it matters, Miroku! I-I don't just…ugh…I
don't know… I don't just say things because I can- I mean…" A frown
crossed her face for a moment.

"I think you do sometimes, Kagome-sama…Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll
leave you to your snack, and I shall go to bed." She was only able to
stare after him as he pushed himself up, and strode away, blinking
rapidly to clear the tears that were burning her eyes, and burning
her vision. Oh gods, she had really screwed this up, hadn't she?

\\

With slight disappointment, he noticed that she did not come after
him.

Honestly, he had half hoped that she would stop him, but no, she
didn't. And he refused to think about why. One thing was for sure
though, he didn't know why he had reacted so, to her. Was it because
he was still angered about the 'date' that he had went on that had
been ruined (and he wasn't about to admit that he'd rather it hand
been Kagome he had went out with) or was it the simple fact that she
seemed to dance about anything, never giving him a straight answer.

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Up in the safety of her room, Kagome took another bite of her bento,
before sighing heavily, and setting her chopsticks down. She couldn't
concentrate right now, even if it was on eating- she was still
running over the conversation downstairs in her head. 'Was I really
that stupid?' She drew in a deep breath, and rested her cheek in her
hand, chewing absently and then swallowing. 'I should go and
apologize to him- shouldn't I? I was kinda…mean… it couldn't hurt to
go and talk to him at the very least.'

Decision made, she pushed herself away from her desk, and opened the
door, sliding out and then closing it with a soft 'click'. Her
footsteps barely making any sounds, she headed toward the spare room
that they had given him when he arrived, where she knew he
was 'sleeping' (which she doubted, but she didn't know) and paused
before it.

Should she knock? It was her house, but it was 'his' room at this
current time. Her hand seemed to make the decision for her, as she
gently turned the door handle, and pushed it open with a soft creak.
The entire room was dark- well, duh, it is night…She added snidely in
her mind.

There was a bed-shaped blob in the far right corner, and then what
she assumed was a Miroku-shaped lump on the blob. Turning around,
inside the room and then closing the door, she fidgeted for a
moment. 'I should really go. Shouldn't I? This is his room, and he's
mad at me- but then, I'd be (more) mad at myself and…ugh!' Slowly she
walked over to his bed, and through the moonlight that was shining
through a cracked open window, she noticed it was he sprawled out on
the bed. 'He was still shirtless,' she noted, heart pounding so loud,
she was sure it would wake him up. His hair was out of its usual
small horsetail in the back, and was now hanging freely from its
bindings. 'Even now,' she realized, 'I couldn't just stay mad at him
forever. I can try, but…'

It was then she almost lost her nerve, but when he shifted, and
rolled on to his side, she froze. "I thought you were eating," He
murmured softly, and even in the darkness, she could see him open his
eyes, and stare hard at her. "But instead, you are wandering in to
other people's rooms at night…Are you really that bored?" There was
no mistaking the sharp, mocking tone in his voice, and it surprised
him. He was taking it a bit… overboard, wasn't he?

"You're being a jerk." Kagome sighed, reaching up and running a hand
through her hair. Silently, the houshi agreed with her. "I came in
here to apologize."

He didn't move, or even acknowledge that she was there.
There was silence for a moment, and then the girl crossed her
arms. "I'm sorry."

"Hm." Was his noncommittal grunt, before he rolled over grimacing
slightly as the stitches pulled painfully, turning his back to
her. "Goodnight then." What was he waiting for? What did he want from
her?! She had already apologized to him once, and he just ignored her?

"Is that all then?" She hissed, stalking to the edge of the bed, and
reaching out to grab at his shoulder, gently. "I apologized, Miroku!
The least you could do is at least acknowledge it."

"I did, Kagome-sama." He taunted, eyes still closed.

"You're such a…a jerk!" Swallowing again, she fought down her anger.
Was he doing this on purpose? She didn't doubt it- but if so, why?
What did he want her to say? Did he want her to get on her knees and
beg for his forgiveness? If that was true, he shouldn't hold his
breath- there was no way that she would. "You- you're so insufferable
sometimes, you could do with some personal growth." Her nails dug in
to the tan skin of his shoulder, and he winced a bit.


"I've grown, Kagome-sama." He shot back, rolling back over with
another grimace. "Perhaps it's you who needs to grow up a- repeat
that, please?" His face had gone from angered to slightly amazed in a
matter of seconds, after hearing her soft, hissed comment. "Kagome,
repeat that."

Mortified beyond belief, she shook her head. This wasn't good- he
wasn't suppose to hear that! Drawing back her hand quickly, she bit
her bottom lip. "I didn't say anything, Miroku…I-I-I've got to go
though…Goodnight." She turned around as quickly as she could, yelping
in surprise when a large hand reached out and grabbed her own,
pulling her back over to the bed. She hadn't heard him move, which
surprised her, and when he grabbed her other hand as well, she tried
to get away. "Miroku, please, let me go."

"No, Kagome, not until you say what you had said before." There was
no trace of the former anger, now only bemusement and something
else. "Kagome, I'm not going to let you go until you say it again."

"Why should I?! You obviously heard it the first time- so I needn't
say it again." She tugged her hands, but couldn't seem to free them
from his grasp. "Miroku, I'll scream rape." She wouldn't, but he
didn't need to know that, she added silently.

"Kagome," Oh no. He had that grin on his face again. The perverted
grin that meant that either someone (in this case, her) was going to
get groped, or he was going to say something perverted to someone,
(again, in this case her) so either way, it wasn't going to be
something good, by any stretch of the imagination. "And Kagome, just
so you know, it isn't rape, if the other person is willing." He
tugged her twice, until her knees bumped against the edge of the bed,
and he was eye level with her breasts. A flush rushed over her
cheeks, embarrassment evident. "Say it, Kagome."

"I-I said that…that an erection doesn't count as personal growth."
She shifted nervously, eyes lowering until her eyelashes brushed
against her cheeks. That deep, rolling laughter startled her, and she
met his amused eyes after a moment. "It's not funny!" She whined,
being pulled slightly forward, until she was kneeling on the edge of
the bed, rather precariously, she noted, as he moved back. "Miroku…
I…"

He was still bare chested, she noted with a hard swallow. "Yes,
Kagome?"

By this time they were both kneeling on the bed, her hands still
clasped in his, him being slightly taller then her at that point.
Mouth oddly dry, and heart pounding loudly again, Kagome made the
mistake of looking up in to his dark eyes- before that smile flitted
across his face, and his lips gently claimed her own. It wasn't as if
she didn't enjoy his kisses, because, god she did, but it was the
simple matter of fact, that one of these times…. She didn't fully
know if she could stop.

Her hands were released from his grip, and of their own accord rest
lightly on his shoulders, fingernails digging in to the beautifully
tan skin, unconsciously registering that his tongue had swept over
her bottom lip. And then he nipped gently at her, a low moan escaping
him when she parted her lips and pressed against him, deliciously
warm, and soft. He didn't quite know what made her so…so, addictive,
but whatever it was, it was just that, addictive. He couldn't seem to
get close enough to her, to touch her enough, to kiss her enough, and
he didn't know if he ever would.

Kagome pulled back for air first, panting, eyes large in the
darkness, entire body burning- even though his hands had remained
firmly planted on her waist, thumbs stroking absently. "Miro…ku…" The
whispered name was barely audible as she looked away, suddenly self-
conscious. He tilted his head forward again, burying his head in her
neck, placing gentle kisses on the bared skin, before licking and
nipping and making her body lean against his so that her head was
resting on his shoulder, breath sliding over his bare skin as she
drew in deep breaths to calm herself. He wasn't helping though, the
open-mouthed kisses making it hard for her to actually see straight.

(Which, she mused absently, wasn't really a problem. She didn't
really need to see right now. But it'd be nice.)

His hands were still on her waist, beads from the rosary digging in
slightly as his grip tightened after a moment. But no, he wouldn't do
that to her. He wouldn't lose control and do what he so wanted to-
and for that, his hands had to remain where they were. Damn. But with
each whispered moan that he was sure included his name, he came
closer and closer to lifting his hands up, and seeing if she was just
as soft as he believed she- no! Bad thoughts; wouldn't get him
anywhere! (Um…well, besides where he wanted- didn't want to go.)

His self-control- which he had normally prided himself on having, was
fraying, fraying, fraying, and then it was gone when she licked at
his neck, moaned his name, and arched against him, inadvertently
crushing her breasts against his chest. He was gone and hadn't stood
a chance.

It was amazing how he went from gently kissing and holding her, to
somehow twisting them so that they fell on to the bed, her under him,
with a protesting squeak of the springs. They bounced once, and she
let out a muffled giggle of surprise before he was covering her lips
with his, sweeping his tongue through her mouth, and she didn't even
care that she was suppose to be mad at him. Because she didn't even
remember what they were fighting about anymore- he had that effect on
people (women), and at this moment, she was enjoying it immensely.
Heat wound through her body as she writhed under him, hands sliding
over the broad planes of his muscled back, fingernails gently raking
over the skin.

One of his hands slid down, pulling at the waistband of her pajama
pants, work roughened fingertips brushing against her hip
tantalizingly, eliciting a soft groan from the dark haired miko. Her
legs slid up until they were bent at the knee, feet planted firmly,
or as firmly as they could get in the rumpled bed-sheets, toes
curling as he drew back for a breath, and then kissed her
again. "Miroku…ah!" She gasped in surprise when the hand that had
been at the waistband of her pants had crawled up, under her shirt,
cold beads sliding over her stomach, and then running over her br-

"Oh *gross*."

Cold water seemed to pour over them, as he jerked his lips away, and
turned his head, hoping against hope he wouldn't see Risa standing
there waiting with a knife or some other object that could be used to
cut off…needed things.... For 'molesting' her daughter. No, it
wasn't Risa, but Souta who stood there, yawning, stretching, and
wearing adorable little rocket-ship pajamas. "'Night." And he turned
around, closed the door, and headed back to his room. Kagome laughed
weakly, in relief and amazement.

"He was sleepwalking!" She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled
him down for a quick kiss on the lips. His eyebrows raised at her
sudden change from emotion to emotion. "He does that sometimes, he
sleepwalks, and even talks. It's usually funny, because you can carry
on a conversation with him, and he's still asleep." She met his eyes,
and sighed heavily. "But still…we can't…what if anyone else wakes up…
and…You're a bad influence."

He laughed softly, leaning to his left side, and falling down the
inch or two to rest beside her, his cursed hand tugging up her shirt,
and then sliding his fingers over the smooth skin. "I try." Kagome
yawned in response; eyes drifting closed a bit. "I'm sorry." He
murmured after a moment, studying her. And it was the truth. He was
sorry, sorry for acting like a…jerk, as she had so aptly called
him. "I was…"

Kagome yawned again, and shifted closer to him, not minding the hand
that was stroking her stomach. "You were right, though…I'm stupid
sometimes." Miroku moved beside her, propping himself up on his elbow
so that he could look down on her.

"Only sometimes?" A grunt of pain followed. "That was mean, Kagome."

"I try."

"I believe it." Another grunt.
"I'd hate to have to kill you now thatyou're all better..." She
warned smiling.

They lay in comfortable silence for a moment longer, before he spoke
again. "Your mother was watching the news earlier, and I noticed that
you are warring with another lord…how do you go about that?"

Her eyes opened slightly, a small smile curving her lips. "He's not a
lord, per se, but…oh never mind. But we have all sorts of things… We
have guns, and missiles and tanks, and…. Lots of things…"

"I've heard of these guns, before…Do people in this age carry them
around with them often? Like a samurai and his sword?"

It took her a moment to answer; she was falling asleep quickly. "N…
no…" She yawned once more, and he grinned in the darkness. "It's…
unlegal to do that." She moved closer to him, and smiled
tiredly. "'Night." A kiss on the tip of her nose, and he bid her
goodnight as well. She fell asleep quickly, tired out from everything
that had happened so far. Miroku on the other hand, stayed awake a
little while longer, watching the girl sleep, and wondering what in
the hell he had gotten himself in to.

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Kagome awoke slowly, savoring the warmth that seemed to blanket her.
Miroku was still asleep, curled around her own small body, an arm
around her waist, and a leg trapped between hers. Oh yes, she could
get use to something like this. Her eyes flew open at the thought-
she was getting use to this. The houshi behind her mumbled something
that sounded like; "It's unlegal, though." and she grinned.

The priest woke up a few minutes later, pulling her closer, and
pressing a kiss to her neck. "Good morning, Kagome." He murmured
softly, nuzzling her gently. "Sleep well?"

"Yes…" She closed her eyes again. "Very well."

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Kagome ran the sponge over the plate, scrubbing slightly, before
running it under the water. She didn't hear Miroku come up behind
her, but she did feel it when he laid a gentle hand on her
shoulder. "I finished helping your grandfather with the shrine
cleaning. Souta kept giving me odd looks." There was no mistaking the
perverted lilt to his voice, and she rolled her eyes.

"Riight." Reaching in to get a piece of silverware she wasn't careful
enough and paid for it. She let out a soft gasp of pain when her
finger was cut on a knife, and she jerked her hand out of the hot
soapy water. "Oh ow!" Kagome rinsed it off hurriedly, and popped it
in her mouth, sucking gently. Miroku turned her around, concern
flitting over his face. "Sorry, I just cut myself." She said, popping
her finger back out of her mouth, and watching as the blood oozed
slowly from the centimeter long cut on her index finger.

"Jeeze, stupid knives." She flashed a smile to him, and
shrugged. "I'd better go and get a bandage."

He followed silently as she trotted up the stairs, and then went in
to the bathroom. He trailed after at a slower pace, and by the time
that he had gotten in to the bathroom she was already standing on her
tiptoes reaching for the Aid-Bands. Stepping behind her, he reached
up and plucked them easily from the high shelf. Taking out a medium
sized one from the box, he unwrapped it without much trouble, and she
held her finger out, a light blush covering her cheeks. "Thanks…"

"You're welcome." That grin she had come to love and hate curved the
lips she had come to love. "Can we…perhaps play doctor later?"

She hit him.

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