InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Cloud Gazing ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Warning: if you are especially squeamish, beware. I'm not saying what is ahead but it involves a wee bit of gore.

Chapter 3

Kagome walked ahead of the group in silence. Every once in a while she would notice Sango glance at her out of the corner of her eye. She was being very quiet, she knew, but she had a lot on her mind. But what was holding her tongue still even more was the fact that she was trying not to explode in anger.

Inuyasha, that disgusting dog, she thought, walking in angry jerks down the dirt path. He thinks he can do this to me? He has another thing coming.

Not two nights ago, she woke up to a sight that made her see red. Inuyasha and Miroku finally came back to the hut. Inuyasha had dragged the monk out of the hut during dinner and they had not returned until now, well after everyone had settled for bed. They sat next to each other in the hut, readying themselves for sleep. Inuyasha took up his usual post, sitting against the wall near the door with his sword in his lap. Miroku arranged himself next to him, laying out his futon close by. That was all well and good to Kagome, as she watched silently from her spot on the futon across the room. However, she was shaken to her core when she witnessed the monk lean up and plant a kiss on the lips of the hanyo. Inuyasha reached around the monk to his back, pressing him closer and opening his mouth to admit his tongue.

Kagome watched in horror as they passionately explored each other's mouths before breaking to rest their foreheads together. Cupping the monk's cheek, Inuyasha laid one last peck on his lips before whispering, "Goodnight, Miroku," a sentiment returned blissfully by the monk. They settled down for bed, the monk lying at the hanyo's side, his face resting on the inu's thigh.

Kagome couldn't believe what she had just seen. She couldn't breathe. This was not how it was supposed to go.

When Kagome and Inuyasha had broken up, he was supposed to beg to come back. He was supposed to realize that she was his world. She had sacrificed years on following him around, waiting for him to choose her over Kikyo. When that time finally came, he acted like he always did. Sure they made love now, he kissed her when she wanted it, he told her he loved her, and protected her above all others, but it wasn't what she thought it would be. She had thought that once Kikyo was out of the way, she would be his whole focus. But she wasn't. He still slept in the trees. He still went off by himself for hours at a time. He still never really talked much, and when he did, it was to say the most infuriating things and they fought all the time. To Kagome, that meant one thing; he regretted choosing her.

And so she broke up with him, knowing that he would realize his mistakes and promise to be everything she wanted him to be in order to come back to her. But that never happened. When she had said they were over, he was angry, he was sad, he couldn't believe it… then he went on with his life. He continued on as if nothing had changed, except he did not ask for her affections anymore. He asked her for nothing, including for her to come back to him. And that made her angry.

But nothing she felt then, compared to how angry she was now. Since that night, she would catch the monk and the inu in behavior that she thought had been reserved for her only. The way Inuyasha would touch the monk when he thought no one was looking. How they would walk down the road, brushing their fingers together as if resisting holding hands. The way that they would look at each other. That was all stuff that she and Inuyasha would do sometimes, but what she really couldn't believe was that they… talked. They talked all the time, something that she and Inuyasha never did. He was always evasive with her, or ignored her questions out right, afraid of angering her or being punished for his answers.

How could he do this to her? How could he fall in love with someone else, when he was supposed to be with her? She had never really given up the idea that he would see the error of his ways and come back on his knees, begging to be with her.

But now he was with someone else. No not someone else, but a man, and not just a man but Miroku! The fact that it was Miroku was negligible. It was weird that the monk, known for his womanizing ways was with Inuyasha, but she didn't care about that as much as the fact that Inuyasha had picked, once again, someone close to her. True, she had never met Kikyo before she was reanimated, but she was still a part of Kagome- or am I a part of Kikyo? Whatever. It doesn't matter. The point is, we were close, at least physically similar and related in some way, and here he does it again. He has stolen one of my friends!

She would not stand for this. How could she? Once again she let Inuyasha walk all over her. Well not any more. I am going to sit him so bad the next chance I get.

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Miroku had taken up position behind Inuyasha as the group made their way down a dirt road. They were heading toward a small village that had heard of the small band of travelers that offered youkai slaying services and had asked for their help. Enjoying his new favorite pastime of inu watching, Miroku's mood was dampened by the fact they were leading the group; the girls silently bringing up the rear. Any move on his part to get a good feel of hanyo backside would be seen, so he had to restrain himself, to his utter dismay.

Miroku was snapped out of his hanyo induced trance when said hanyo stopped suddenly and lifted his nose in the air. His shoulders tensed and he cursed into the sky, "God damned Wolf!"

Ah, Koga's on his way then, Miroku mused.

Inuyasha clenched his hands and scowled in the direction he could smell Koga coming from. He hated the wolf. He was a threat to everything he had. Every once in a while, he would appear and try to woo Kagome away from them. He had no claim on the girl, didn't really want to have one, but Kagome never corrected Koga's assumption that he was going to steal her from him. If he ever succeeded, he knew that she would leave them to live in the wolf caves. If that happened, then the group would break up, and he would be alone again. He couldn't let that happen.

In the distance the tell-tale stench of wolf was coming closer.

"Koga's here, huh?" Kagome said with a smirk, a plan forming in her mind. I am going to sit Inuyasha so much!

Inuyasha ignored her as the wolf approached.

"Hiya, My dear Kagome!" the wolf greeted as he ignored Inuyasha and walked passed him, taking Kagome's hands in his. "How are ya?"

"Oh, fine, I guess," she responded with a sigh. Inuyasha always said something when it looked like she might give in to Koga. He was gonna be pissed. "As fine as one can be when one is traveling around with someone who's so rude all the time," she looked pointedly at Inuyasha.

Miroku watched from the sidelines. He knew better now then to intercede, but he certainly didn't like where this was going. He saw the glint in Kagome's eyes and suddenly a feeling of dread flooded him.

"What? Is that mutt bothering you?" Koga grinned his amusement at the hanyo. He loved it when he got all flustered and this was sure to make him furious.

Inuyasha huffed and he flushed in anger. Every time! Every time, I get the blame and I haven't even done anything this time! "Koga! Let go of her and get the hell out of here, you trash!" he bellowed.

"Heh! This is my woman, and I'll go anywhere and do whatever I please, mutt!" Koga smirked.

Placing his hands on his sword, Inuyasha growled, "Get gone, before I make you gone for good," he was tired of this game and it was time to end it.

Miroku watched as Kagome's eyes lit up and a smirk appeared on her face. "Inuyasha, are you saying you're going to hurt Koga?" she nearly purred.

"Your damn right I will, if he doesn't back away," Inuyasha's eyes focused only on the wolf, never noticing the dangerous vibes coming from the Miko.

"Inuyasha…," Kagome started.

Miroku couldn't stand it anymore. He had to stop this. "Kagome, n-"

"SIT!"

In an instant, Inuyasha was slammed to the ground. In an instant, everything changed. Miroku's world was suddenly narrowed down to one sound. Inuyasha screamed. He screamed like the monk had never heard anyone scream before. It drowned out the sickening crack of splintering bone, heard only by the sensitive demon ears of Koga and Shippo.

Koga paled at the sight of blood. Kagome's smirk slid off of her face. Sango and Shippo stood frozen where they stood. Inuyasha lurched back to his feet.

"B-Buddha's mercy!" Miroku cried out. Inuyasha heaved himself around, frantic and wild with shock. He held his jaw which had gone slack and sagged unnaturally on his face. Blood streamed from his mouth. He staggered toward the forest with frantic, tear-filled eyes, before breaking into a desperate run.

Koga turned disbelieving eyes on Kagome. "Gods!"

"He-he'll be fine. He heals really fast," she said, twisting her hands in worry. That had not turned out as she had hoped.

Miroku sprinted as hard as he could after him. Even in such pain, the hanyo was light years faster than the human monk, but he had to find him. He could hear the breaking of branches, rustle of leaves, and choking ragged sobs ahead. Spots of blood splattered on the forest floor pointed the monk in the right direction.

Inuyasha hurled himself to the ground. He could go no further. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before. True, he had once had his brother's whole hand ram through him, but that was different. Then it had been the heat of battle. He had been prepared for injury; the adrenalin was pumping through him. But this… he had had no warning. One minute he was staring down Koga and the next, his world was pain. His head was spinning, pounding. Bile rose up his throat. He released it. It burned his tongue, nearly severed when his jaw hit the packed earth. The force of the expulsion pulled on his shattered mandible. The waves of pain proved too much for him as he heaved forward to land face first in his own sick, darkness overtaking him.

Miroku broke through the trees to arrive in the clearing. He was appalled at the sight of his inu. He was slumped awkwardly; his arms and one leg were crushed underneath his body as if he had tried to brace himself on his hands and knees and failed. His hair was splayed around him; his face was half buried in a mess of vomit and blood. He gurgled as he tried to breathe in the mess and couldn't.

With a cry of panic, the monk dropped to his knees behind the hanyo and lifted him from the foul liquid. His head rolled back and hung limply as Miroku maneuvered him around. The monk sank to the ground and scooted back to rest against the base of a tree, dragging the inu's body back with him. Carefully he situated the injured hanyo so that he was as comfortable as he could be, laid out on his side on the ground. Miroku turned his head to face the ground so he wouldn't choke on the blood still dripping from his mouth.

"Oh, my Inuyasha," Miroku whispered in horror, trying and failing to hold back the stream of tears that crowded his eyes. As they fell, the monk thought of what to do next. Inuyasha's jaw hung at an unnatural angle. Miroku took it in his hand and pulled, setting the bones back into place with a sickening crack that nearly had Miroku vomiting as well. He untied his kesa and used it to wipe away the sick and blood from Inuyasha's hair and face.

In the dim light under the forest canopy, Miroku waited for his inu to awaken. He stroked the soft white hair from his face and rubbed calming circles on his chest, all the while murmuring, pleading with the hanyo."I'm so sorry, Inuyasha. I'm so sorry I let this happen."

Miroku did not know if it was minutes, hours, or days later, but suddenly he saw the hanyo's eyes flutter. Slowly, pools of gold were revealed from behind eyelids and Inuyasha gazed above him. The bleeding had stopped and Miroku rested the inu's head in his lap, running his fingers along the planes of his face. Inuyasha looked at the monk in confusion. All at once, the pain came rushing back along with the memories of the events that lead up to his passing out. In his confusion, he tried to sit up; he tried to ask what was going on and nearly passed out again with the pain the effort left him. Miroku pressed him gently back down to his lap, "Shhh, My Inuyasha. I have you. You're alright."

They sat there for some time simply looking at one another in silent communication, until Miroku finally heaved a sigh and rested his head in the hand that was not wound in Inuyasha's hair. "I'm so sorry, love. I'm so sorry!" he cried.

Inuyasha quirked an eyebrow in question.

"I should have done something about this long ago! I should have made her stop torturing you so, but I'm so selfish! I- I didn't want things to change. I didn't want anyone to be mad at me. I didn't want you guys to leave me! So, I said nothing! And now look! Look what my selfishness has done. I'm so sorry, Inuyasha!" Miroku sobbed, bowed over Inuyasha, his face in his hands.

Inuyasha's eyes softened as he gazed back up at the monk. Unable to refute the monk's words with his own, he raised his hand up to wipe away Miroku's tears from his cheek. He gave a slight shake of his head, careful not to jostle his injuries. No, Miroku. This is not your fault. I do not blame you.

Miroku placed his hand over the inu's and entwined their fingers, bringing them down to rest in his lap.

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The next morning, Inuyasha awoke, much to his relief, in a lot less pain. He was by no means healed but he could sit up without collapsing, so it was an improvement. The torn muscles of his jaw were still throbbing and tight. He still could not open and close his jaw, and his tongue was still swollen and sluggish, but what little he managed to say was able to be deciphered by the monk.

Sitting in the soothing calm of the morning forest, Inuyasha waited for the monk to return with some water, still not up to a journey to the river. When he returned, Inuyasha drank his fill and tried to wash his still dirty face and hair. Miroku sat on his knees before him, suddenly very nervous but determined.

Inuyasha quirked an eyebrow at him. What?

"Inuyasha… we can not go back there," Miroku said softly, "we can not stay with them anymore."

Both of the inu's eyebrows shot up to his hairline and his eyes widened in disbelief, before his face crumpled in anguish. What? No way! She kicked me out? I'm alone again? No!

"No Inuyasha, that's not what I mean," Miroku tried to calm the hanyo, interpreting the look of rejection on his face. "I'm saying that we have to leave them."

Inuyasha scrunched his brows in disbelief. "Famiwy" he said, jabbing himself in the chest. You guys are the only family I have! I can't leave them!

"I know Inuyasha," Miroku soothed, scooting closer and resting his hand on the inu's cheek, "I thought they were my family too, but this can not stand. Above all other's you are my family and I won't let this happen anymore. You deserve better, so much better. The Buddha said that 'Health, contentment, and trust are your greatest possessions' and, Inuyasha, staying with them; you have none of those things!"

Inuyasha slumped and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the truth of his words. Jabbing himself in the chest again he looked at the monk pleadingly, "Prokecker. No' weak!" I am supposed to be the protector. I am not so weak that I have to run away!

Miroku locked sorrow filled eyes with the hanyo and moved closer, cupping his face in his hands. "No, My Love, you are not weak. You are the strongest, most wonderful man I have ever met and you deserve better than the life of servitude you endure now."

Inuyasha rested his head on the monk's shoulder, trying to hold back his tears. "Awone…" I don't want to be alone again.

"Never Inuyasha," the Monk cooed, "You will never be alone again. No matter what you choose to do, I hope you will allow me to be by your side when you do it."

Inuyasha wrapped his arms around the monk, desperate for an anchor as he jumped off the cliff and made his life altering decision. He nodded into the monk's shoulder. He knew the truth of what the monk was saying. He hadn't wanted to face it, but he was practically a slave for Kagome. He waited and waited for things to go back to how they used to be, waited for her to forgive him for whatever it was that he had done to make her hate him so, but that time would never come. He knew that now. He doubted she would even care if he never went back, but he was so scared. He never wanted to experience life alone, like he had after his mother died. He never wanted to wander aimlessly in solitude like he had in the decades before he met Kikyo.

But he wouldn't be alone. He had Miroku.

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Miroku lay at the top of a grassy hill. Below him, he could see a seemingly endless plane of grass, the winds weaving through it, creating a symphony of movement. Above him the sky was a clear and perfect blue, fluffy clouds tumbling across the skyline.

"A neko," Inuyasha pointed out a cloud formation from the confines of the monk's arms, "See it? That's the tail right there." The inu outlined a part of the cloud with a clawed finger.

Miroku chuckled and snuggled closer the hanyo, tightening his hold around his chest and nuzzling his face into his neck. "Looks more like a lumpy cloud to me."

Inuyasha snorted, "You have no imagination, Monk." The inu rubbed his hands lazily down the monk's back. Miroku hummed his approval.

Inuyasha shifted in the monk's grasp, turning in his arms and propping himself up on his elbow to lean over him. "You know, I- I haven't been so happy in a long time," he mumbled down to the monk, his wide eyes shy and sincere.

"Mmm…" Miroku smiled contentedly up at him, "Me neither Inuyasha. You make me happy."

Inuyasha dipped his head down and captured the monk's lips with his own in a soft kiss. Gradually he deepened the kiss, Miroku's lips moving against his until he opened them to let the inu in. Inuyasha explored the monk's mouth slowly, covering every sensitive spot with his tongue and tasting him like a fine wine. He brought his body down to rest on the monk and he sifted his claws through his hair. Miroku began to lightly suck on the inu's tongue and he groaned. It was so sensitive since it had finished healing a week ago.

Miroku broke the kiss, remembering to breathe, and began to trail kisses along his newly healed jaw and down the hanyo's neck. Rolling the inu beneath him, he continued licking and sucking his skin, untying his obi and parting his hitoe to reveal his toned chest. Inuyasha's breath caught in his throat when the monk latched onto a nipple and sucked at the sensitive buds lightly. He flicked his tongue on the appendage, making it harden in his mouth.

Inuyasha smoothed his hands down the monk's sides to his hips. He gathered up his koromo until he was able to slide his hands under it and run them up and down the smooth skin of his hips and thighs, which straddled his own. Miroku reared up on his knees, gazing down on the inu as he slowly lifted his robes for him. He raised it above his head and threw it to the ground beside them. Inuyasha ran his hands from his hips to his chest, Miroku arching his back with the pleasure of his burning touch. He removed his fundoshi quickly and his hard, pink, cock bounced with each ragged breath on the inu's stomach.

Inuyasha licked his lips at the sight of the monk's pale soft skin and dripping manhood. "Fuck, Monk! You're so fucking sexy," he breathed.

Miroku chuckled when the inu quickly flipped them back over. His legs were spread wide, cock red and glistening, arms resting lazily above his head, eyes glazed, and his cheeks flushed in passion. Inuyasha nearly came from just looking at his beautiful human. He tore off his hakama in record time and quickly lowered himself down to the monk.

"Mmmmm," Miroku moaned and arched his back to increase the contact. Nothing felt better than the feel of his inu's skin on his. Well, except for-. "Oh!" he gasped, writhing beneath the inu, as Inuyasha reached between them and squeezed the monks throbbing erection lightly causing waves of pleasure to tear through his body.

Miroku grasped Inuyasha's face and brought him in for another kiss as Inuyasha's hands went lower. He stroked him a few times before he descended and cupped his heavy balls and gave them a quick squeeze. "Hah!" the monk breathed against his lips. Inuyasha reached his fingers further down until he lightly stroked the skin of the monk's sensitive entrance.

Slowly and careful of his claws, Inuyasha pressed a finger passed the puckered ring of muscle. Miroku stilled at the sudden burn, before it faded with slow strokes. Inuyasha brought his other hand up to tweak a hard pink nipple, effectively distracting the monk from the introduction of a second finger. By the time a third entered him, Miroku was pumping his hips to meet the thrust of the fingers inside him, beads of pre-cum dripping onto his stomach. "Hah! Inuyasha! I- I need…"

"I know, monk. I've got what you need," Inuyasha whispered in his ear. He pulled his fingers from the monk. Miroku shuttered at the empty feeling. Inuyasha braced himself on one hand as he held himself with the other, guiding himself to Miroku's stretched opening.

"Ughn!" slowly, Inuyasha pushed his way in.

It was so tight and so warm. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. "Shit, Miroku!" Inuyasha hissed.

He inched his way in slowly, feeling Miroku's walls clench and relax around him. The monk concentrated on breathing through the burn he could feel deep inside. Finally the inu was buried all the way inside; his full balls snug against the monk's soft cheeks. Inuyasha braced his arms on either side of the monk's head, covering him with his body. There he rested above the monk, waiting for him to adjust to his girth.

"Move," the monk moaned.

Inuyasha dipped his head and thrust his tongue back into the monk's mouth as he slowly began to move. The monk wrapped his legs around the hanyo's hips, welcoming the powerful thrusts. Inuyasha broke the kiss and buried his face in the monk's neck, moving his hands down the lithe body. The Inu's fingers moved across his skin, tickling his sensitive ribs. The feel of his finger tips sent jolts of electricity directly to Miroku's cock. The inu grasped the slender hips to angle higher.

"Ah!" Miroku cried out, as Inuyasha found the sensitive bundle of nerves inside. Picking up the speed, Inuyasha pounded into the monk. "UH! UH! UH! UH!" Miroku exclaimed as each thrust landed soundly on his prostate.

Inuyasha laved at the monk's throat and nipped his shoulder, scraping his fangs on the delicate skin and sending shivers down his spine. He tasted so good. He felt like heaven. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he growled into his flesh.

His movement became erratic as his release neared. He reached over and circled the monk's dripping erection with his hand. He stroked the member in time with the pump of his hips, increasing the speed until, "Ngh! Inu- Inuyasha!" the monk came with a shout.

Miroku clenched his muscles and milked the release from the inu. "Oh! Miroku!" he cried, as his world exploded in ecstasy.

Inuyasha collapsed on top of the monk, his breath heaving and nose buried in his neck. Miroku lay drained of energy beneath him, as he too, tried to catch his breath. Inuyasha circled his arms around his monk and flipped onto his back, bringing Miroku to rest on top of him. Miroku snuggled his head onto the inu's broad firm chest and breathed in his scent.

The hanyo smoothed away the sweaty hair plastered to the monk's forehead and fingered lazy circles on the flesh of his back, lulling them both into sleepy contentment. They fell asleep in each others arms as the sun dipped below the horizon. They were free.

A/N: Aww! What a wonderfully sappy ending. So that's it! Hope you enjoyed it.