InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Double Vision ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 4 )

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Miroku waded through the tall, brown grasses toward Onigumo’s cave. He made a point of whistling a cheery tune as he drew near, knowing that regardless of what was going on inside the cavern, Inuyasha’s excellent hearing would alert him to the approach of his friend. Usually an eager voyeur, Miroku had no desire to see or hear anything that might be going on between the half-breed and young Rin. Miroku admired and loved Kagome. He had from the very beginning. The first time he set eyes upon her they were both naked as the day they were born, bathing in the same hot spring, separated by a rock outcropping. At the time, he could not believe his good fortune at catching more than a glimpse of her generous, perfectly shaped, adorable breasts. He could not count the nights he dreamt of those breasts, her heart-shaped ass, and her long, long legs. Her spiritual powers were unmatched, even by Kikyo, though he could never convince Inuyasha of that. Her mercy and tenderness toward all, human and demon, living and undead, had become the stuff of legend, stories were told of her in the farthest places to which he had ventured. Miroku cursed his best friend, Inuyasha, for the way he treated the little priestess. Back when it was Kikyo and Kagome, Inuyasha had whined that he didn’t want to decide between the two women, that he wanted both. Sango had told her husband of the times Kikyo tried to kill Kagome, stole her shards, mocked and terrorized the younger girl. It was obvious to Miroku that Kikyo was not good for his friends. Inuyasha’s devotion to the walking dead woman brought him and Kagome nothing but misery. Miroku had owed Kikyo, big time. Kikyo had kept him alive through his darkest hours. Even as a walking corpse, she had done good things, helped people. But that did not stop Miroku from waiting for the day Kikyo was returned to Hell, and when it came, he rejoiced for Kagome, and for Inuyasha as well.

Now it was almost as if Kikyo was back. How could Rin have replaced Kagome in Inuyasha’s heart, when he had waited so long for Kagome to return to him?

Miroku cleared his throat as a disheveled Inuyasha emerged from the cave. Barefoot as always, clothing askew, and blurry eyed. There was no sign of Rin, and for that, Miroku was grateful.

“Time to get this show on the road, lover boy.” It gave Miroku some sense of satisfaction to call Inuyasha that, for a change. He thought of all the disapproval the sanctimonious dog had heaped upon him over the years. Once they were far enough from the cave, so that there was no chance of Rin overhearing, he gave in to temptation. “What the hell are you thinking, Inuyasha?”

“What?” The half-breed replied, giving him his patented “Baka Inuyasha” look. Miroku had to admit, his friend was a fine-looking creature, powerful but also surprisingly cute. Being a con artist himself, Miroku often wondered how much of the cute stupid mutt routine was an act. He had witnessed some startling intelligence from Inuyasha, but only on rare occasions.

“What are you doing with Rin. Your brother is going to kill you.”

“Half-brother.”

“Whatever, Inuyasha. This whole thing is stupid. You’re destroying Kagome’s soul, all over again. I wish you were capable of seeing her aura, the poor girl is miserable. Can’t you let her have any happiness in her life at all?” Miroku could see Kagome’s sacred aura. He was not capable of seeing the aura of his own wife, who possessed no spiritual powers whatsoever.

“Listen, you hypocritical monk. You’re making your wife miserable, too. I don’t think you have anything to talk about.”

“Dump her, Inuyasha, before you get her knocked up. What’ll you do then, blockhead? You want to tell Kagome when that happens?”

Inuyasha wondered, not for the first time, if the monk could read his mind. Rin was already knocked up.