InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Contest Two ❯ Opposites ( Chapter 12 )

[ T i t l e ] Opposites

[ A u t h o r ] Morbidity

[ D i s c l a i m e r ] I do not own Inuyasha.

[ S t o r y S u m m a r y ] Miroku's worst nightmare ends up being his dream come true. And somewhere in between there's some snogging and actual plot.

[ R a t i n g ] PG-13

[ A u t h o r' s N o t e ] This isn't my best work and I submitted it approximately an hour or two before the deadline but meh. I wanted to do something slightly humorous as opposed to all the depressing ones about everyone dying. It didn't exactly turn out that way. Anyway, enjoy!

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Miroku sighed happily and made sure to follow the well-worn dirt path closely. Taking in a deep breath of crisp, clean air, he mused over his luck. After weeks he'd finally been able to slip away from the group without a concussion from Sango or a dirty look from Kagome. A nice meander through a village he was never going to see again was precisely what he needed at the moment.

His thoughts were interrupted when he discovered a young woman at a well out of the corner of his eye. Glancing left and right for any sign of male companionship, he strolled over to her fighting off an evil smirk.

"Greetings," he announced as he neared, a deceptively reassuring smile set on his features.

She swung to meet him, a flash of fear shining deep in her deer-like brown eyes, "Do you mean me harm, stranger?" she managed, voice shaking in uncertainty.

He held up his hands and stepped back a bit, "Calm yourself. I am but a lowly, destitute monk, traveling from village to village. Presently, I'm in search of a well from which I may drink."

Her features softened and she nodded, finding his answer acceptable. As he approached her, she meekly slid over so he would have room to sit, a nervous blush blanketing her features. Her eyes were fixed on the ground and her hands trembled violently and fumbled as she pulled weakly at the rope that held the bucket dangling at the bottom of the well.

He took this time to study her. Her figure was decent. It was nothing special but he'd seen worse, much worse. She appeared very young but looks were often deceiving. Her eyes, however, were what captivated him. A soft brown, they were large and wide and glittered with innocence. When she looked at him, his heart upped a beat. Yes, she would do.

"So," he said, voice warm and reassuring, "What is a beautiful young lady like you doing out here all alone?"

A small smile invaded her features and the blush deepened, "We're always alone. None of the villages will accept people like us. They find us disgusting. We've been run out of countless towns. We're treated like a curse, no better than lowly demons."

His brows furrowed in confusion, "We?" he asked.

Before she could answer there was a stirring in the undergrowth nearby. In a split second a young shapely woman shot out of the surrounding forest and knelt at the other girl's side. This new woman held the other tight and brought her head to rest on her breast, whispering reassurances to her.

"I'm sorry for leaving you," she said, voice low and soothing as she petted her hair, "I'm so glad you're all right."

With that she turned and glared sharply at Miroku. He noticed her eyes. They were narrow and fierce, exactly opposite of the other woman, and yet they were equally as exotic and intriguing. A bow and a quiver of arrows rested securely on her back. She reminded him a great deal of Sango, beautiful but deadly.

"What business have you here?" she demanded, eyes burning into him.

"Please," he said, employing one of his many assuring tones, "I am here only to drink from this well."

Her glare remained but the suspicion shining deep in her eyes died out, "Leave us at once," she ordered, voice icy but calm, "I have no reason to believe that you are not a spy sent from a nearby village. They would like nothing better to find us and burn us at the stake."

The confusion returned, breaking the dam it had been hiding behind and flooding throughout his body, "I don't understand. Why would any village be after you?"

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, betraying her outward cool and in control composure, "You mean you don't know?"

"Know what?" he asked, completely bewildered at this point as to what he had gotten himself into and wishing in the back of his mind that he could just go home, regardless of the concussions and dirty looks that were waiting for him there.

The young one with the wide eyes chose this moment to speak. She was shy however and the blush on her cheeks remained as she tightened her arms around her companion, "We're in love," she said weakly before falling silent once again.

Outwardly, he did not show his surprise as he rose to leave, "I'm sorry," he started solemnly, "I did not realize. I will not trouble you any further."

'What a waste' he thought mournfully, 'Two perfectly decent female specimens.' He sighed deeply and retraced his steps back to the group. As he went he thanked Buddha for his strictly heterosexual female companions.

When he reached camp a little later all he found was a brooding Inuyasha and an overly hyper Shippou.

"Inuyasha?" Miroku asked warily, bringing the half demon out of his stupor, "Where are the girls?"

"Beats me," he answered, pout brought on by boredom set on features, "They ran off through that forest about an hour ago to go do something. I forget what it was. They should be back soon."

After giving Shippou an affectionate pat on the head, Miroku turned in the direction Inuyasha had referred too, leaving the half demon alone to sulk once again. He walked on, lost in his thoughts. It was a long shot but perhaps if he caught one of the girls alone he could sweet-talk them into some fooling around. He knew Sango would be particularly willing which was appropriate because if he tried anything on Kagome, Inuyasha would have his head. He sighed. Kagome was such a sweet and supple little thing and she was so very neglected by that evil half demon.

His thoughts were interrupted by low voices coming from a clearing nearby. Stealthily and with great caution, he crept over to the line of bushes, weeds and other various types of vegetation. He parted the high grass just enough so that he could see but not be seen. As he had predicted, he discovered a peaceful little clearing. Through it ran a humble brook that sparkled in the high noon sun. About ten feet away from him sat Sango and Kagome, deep in conversation.

"Men are so annoying," he heard Kagome say, voice tired.

"I agree," Sango replied, eyes closed tranquilly, Kirara purring at her side.

Kagome sighed deeply and shrugged, "Especially Miroku. I mean he gropes our private areas and then smirks like it's supposed to be the best thing that ever happened to us. Truth is I wouldn't let that poor excuse for a monk touch me with a ten foot pole."

From where Miroku was watching, his heart caught in his throat. Ok maybe he'd deserved that, but he'd never expected Kagome to say it. He knew that everyone in the group resented him a bit, except maybe Shippou, but deep down somewhere he'd thought that Kagome actually cared about him. He felt betrayed and lied to. He felt inexplicably sad.

"Took the words right out of my mouth," Sango agreed with an amused tone, "He thinks he's all suave. It makes me sick when he even looks at me."

Kagome offered Sango a tired smile, "That's why I'm so glad I have you," she said, voice melting into an endearing tone and she entwined her fingers with Sango's.

Sango smiled brightly and turned to face Kagome, "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," Kagome replied in the same manner before leaning in for a sweet, gentle kiss.

Miroku clamped his eyes shut and turned away, blocking out the very image of his worst nightmare come true. Breathing heavily and sweating hard, he shot up into a sitting position. He opened his eyes, surprised at coming face to face with the black night.

"Miroku? Did you hear me?"

He swung to face her, eyes flashing with what looked to be panic and fear. Kagome. Kagome was here, next to him.

She tightened her grip on his arm, "Miroku you were having a-."

She was cut off by lips, by his lips, his pleading lips, pressed against her own. He grasped her shoulders almost painfully but she didn't notice. At first she tried to resist but that lasted about a second as he employed every bit of skill he'd ever acquired to kiss her breathless.

Just as abruptly as he'd kissed her, he pulled back, searching her features, still soaked with sweat.

"Kagome?" he asked, voice the most desperate she'd ever heard from him, "Kagome I need you to be honest with me. Did you enjoy that?"

She blushed deeply and lowered her eyes to the ground in slight embarrassment, "W-well," she stammered, "Y-yea of course."

His eyes slid shut and he sighed deeply in relief, saying a quick prayer under his breath before collapsing back into his jumbled sheets.

Just as soon as he'd lain down, he shot up again, contemplative look set on his features. He turned to her and took her by the shoulders once again, "You," he said, "Are Kagome."

Her brows furrowed cutely and she crossed her arms over her chest, trying not to focus on his perfectly full lips, "So? You have a problem with that?"

A smile grew on his features as recognition dawned on him, "You," he started again, "are Kagome. And you," he paused, weighing the words in his mind, tasting them on his tongue, "enjoyed that. You are Kagome and you enjoyed that."

Her blush deepened at his revelation, "What's your point?" she edged out, trying to sound unaffected and tough.

"Nothing," he said with a particularly deranged laugh, "Nothing at all. Who ever would have thought my worst nightmare would become my dream come true?"

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