InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drinking Baby ❯ Drunken Monk, Recollection of Father ( Chapter 2 )

Drinking Baby

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Two: Drunken Monk, Recollection of Father

"And why would I know anything about that?" Kagome asked, face turning red.

"Come on, Kagome-chan! You have to know something," Miroku whined.

Even for the hentai houshi, this was a rather strange topic to bring up. He had brought Sango back to the inn they were staying at, and had the caretaker look after her. But now, seeing as he thought he knew why Sango collapsed, he thought it the perfect time to get some helpful tips from Kagome. Kagome knew how desperate Miroku was; he never added an honorific to the end of her name unless he was truly distressed.

Defeated, Kagome reached into her bottomless pit of a backpack and pulled out a health book, flipping through its contents. "Here it is," she said, handing the book over to Miroku. He read through the kanji, and rested at the end of the page.

"I think there are pictures," Kagome added, turning the page for her friend.

Miroku glanced down at a page of full-colored pictures. Seeing these, he threw the book across the room, or as far as he could manage. He doubled over, one hand holding his stomach, the other covering his mouth. His eyes were wide, and he was making horrible retching sounds.

Puzzled, Kagome reached for the book, looking for what had spooked Miroku. When she found them, she too threw the book away from her, letting out a screech of "Aiiee!" How could they think of putting pictures such as those into a school text book?!

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Everyone had turned in early that night, after hearing that Sango was going to be all right. Everyone, but Miroku. He knew all this had been his fault to begin with, but reading from Kagome's school book, made Miroku feel guiltier.

Pulling his sleeping robe over his shoulders, Miroku walked out onto the porch, sliding the door shut behind him. He found himself a nice-looking pillar to lean on, and sat down beside it, feeling the wind blow through his hair. Sighing, Miroku thought about the "Saké Nights" as he had grown to calling it. He couldn't sleep anyway....

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:: They had just saved a young man and his fiancée from an attacking youkai. After exorcising it, they learned that the young man came from a wealthy family and his father owned an inn about half a mile south of Kyoto*. The owner of the inn, Yamahori-sama, insisted that Miroku and his friends stay the night for rescuing his son and future daughter-in-law.

When they were given their room, they were also offered three bottles of saké; it was only polite they accept the gifts. And when they were all sure Shippo was asleep, they reached for the saké and began to drink it from the small glasses they received.

Within an hour, all three bottles had been emptied of their contents, and out of the four of them, Miroku felt the giddiest. No one had ever seen the houshi drunk, so no one quite knew what he was capable of.

For starters, he was overexcited about everything. His face was a light shade of pink, and he was very rough with Sango. Even for groping, when she slapped him, it had no effect.

Eventually, he had seduced her into an empty room across the hall. Sango, also being caught between a drunken state and her emotions towards Miroku, had taken this all very well. By midnight, Miroku had successfully raped Sango. ::

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Miroku frowned at the thought. What he had done was wrong and somehow very disturbing. And poor Sango. She was now carrying the burden of knowing that she had been sexually assaulted by a man she saw everyday. A man she probably thought she could trust.

"I wonder what everyone thought of that...," Miroku pondered, smiling sadly. "I'm sure they think lesser of me than they already did."

And what of Shippo? He looked up to me as a father-figure. Hmph, some father I turned out to be.

This night was so beautiful. Miroku remembered that the weather had been just like this the night he had impregnated Sango. He stood up, running a hand threw his hair. Walking over to a small water-filled well, Miroku leaned down, cupping his hands to gather some water. He took a sip from his hands, and then splashed the remaining bit of water onto his sweaty face.

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:: The next morning, Miroku woke up feeling terribly ill. From what the others knew, he had a high fever, and flu-like symptoms; the sound of his dinner rising back up his esophagus and splattering on the hard, wooden floors was what woke them.

He stayed with Sango and Shippo for the remainder of the day; he was too sick to move much and Inu Yasha insisted Kagome go with him to seek out more jewel shards. Every hour or so, Shippo was sent out to retrieve fresh water from the well, along with some herbal plants to help ease Miroku's upset stomach.

This time, the kitsune was sent out to get a warm blanket. He came back ten minutes later, saying he was having difficulty finding the innkeeper, but he was sent away again to look for the man until he found him.

"Houshi-sama?"

Miroku opened his eyes; they were bleary. His eyes held a tint of curiosity though.

"Do you remember last night?" Sango asked timidly.

"I do," he answered. "Last night was the anniversary of my father's death."

Sango sighed deeply. "Were you depressed, Houshi-sama?"

Nodding his head in response, Miroku added, "I tend to drink a lot when I'm feeling miserable."

"What I'm trying to get at, Houshi-sama, is that you and I..., well, you actually...," Sango hesitated before continuing. "You were a little too drunk.... And I think I might be...."

Miroku stared at her a moment, before he realized what Sango was getting at. His eyes widened in terror, and he felt sick all over again. No, this couldn't be happening. Not to him.... Not to her!

"Sango, are you saying that you are...?"

"Yes, Houshi-sama," Sango replied, looking away. "I think I'm going to have your baby."

From Miroku's mat on the floor, he could clearly see Sango face, though she was looking away. Her face showed total humiliation. Miroku could perfectly see where she was coming from; Sango was only 17 after all. ::

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By now, Sango was two weeks pregnant. Miroku just wanted to curl up and die when the time to tell the others came. He wished he had a bottle of saké with him now to make him forget that time, and he wished he had one then, because it would have made it a whole lot easier.

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:: Inu Yasha was all but ready to kill Miroku when he found out. And it wasn't because he had any feelings towards Sango, but because Miroku must have used his own drunkenness as an excuse to lay the girl.

"It's unforgivable!" Inu Yasha cried.

Sango looked down at Miroku's sleeping form; he had fallen asleep before Kagome and Inu Yasha had returned, leaving the storytelling to her. She knew Miroku's actions were a bit rash, but she didn't at all suspect him of making up an excuse such as his being drunk. She stared at Miroku; he was starting to stir.

Inu Yasha must have seen this too, for when the monk opened his eyes, the hanyou was on him within seconds. Noting the look on Sango's face, Miroku guessed she must have told them. ::

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It had taken Sango, Kagome, and a bluff from Miroku to convince Inu Yasha that he was dearly sorry for what he had done.

"I told him that I would use my Kazaana on him if he continued to threaten me...but the truth was, I was far too week to even remove the prayer beads from my hand, let alone use my Kazaana...."

"Right. That was one bad hangover."

Miroku turned around, meeting Sango's eyes from the porch. She was smiling as she made her way off the porch and closer to Miroku.

"Maybe, but I'm not sure that's all it was.... Don't you remember, Sango?"

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:: "I'm glad you brought the houshi in when you did," the healer said, wiping his hands on a towel, as he exited the room Miroku was resting in. "If you'd brought him in later, who knows what might have happened."

"May we go see him?" Kagome asked.

"Of course, certainly."

The healer led them to Miroku's room, closing the door behind her as she left them at peace. When they walked into the room, Miroku seemed to be in a daze, staring up at the ceiling. He didn't even look at them as his friends crowded around him.

"How're you feeling, Miroku?"

Miroku continued to stare up at the ceiling a moment, making the others presume that he had gone deaf, but after a while, he sat up, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Genki desu. Arigatou, Shippo-chan.... I was praying for my father," Miroku added after a while.

"The healer said that you might have died if we had brought you in any later," Inu Yasha said, his earlier gazing turning soft.

Kagome and Sango raised an eyebrow at Inu Yasha. True, the healer said Miroku's condition could have led to something worse, but she never once said he might have died. Though they could understand how Inu Yasha could have taken the healer's words as an implication of Miroku's demise.

"Nonsense," Miroku said, smiling. "It's just a simple cold, probably aggravated by all the stress I've been feeling." When no one said anything, Miroku added, "Two weeks ago was the anniversary of my father's death; I was feeling a bit below par, and haven't been sleeping well.... Of course, something else could have set off this cold."

Miroku eased a glance over at Sango, who was turned the other way. ::

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"Three days later, you were feeling better?"

"Much better than I had," Miroku admitted.

Sango walked back over to the porch, putting a hand on her stomach. It wasn't starting to swell yet, but she just had to give it time. It wouldn't be long now before she had to give up slaying demons in order to stay in good health for her sake and the baby's.

"Sango...?"

Sango turned around to face the passionate eyes of Miroku, houshi. She continued to stare at him for a moment, before she realized that he was not staring back at her. Sango grabbed the front of her robe, for she realized Miroku was looking intently down at her breasts. Miroku looked up at her eyes when his formally beautiful view had been robbed of him.

"Kiss me," Miroku said.

Sango averted her eyes from the houshi's, her face flustered. She instead found herself looking directly at his chest muscles. Miroku pulled her closer to him, and she had a strange urge to shove her hands into the depths of his robes. And she did.

After feeling as though she had felt enough of Miroku's bare chest, Sango reached up, running her hands through the houshi's hair. Miroku countered by reaching for Sango's robes and pulling them off her shoulders. Sango was taken aback by Miroku's sudden roughness, but failed to say anything to ruin the moment.

Before, Miroku wanted a kiss on the lips, but after removing Sango's robe from her shoulders, he leaned over and gently began to suck at the bottom of her neck. Sango let out a moan, and Miroku stopped, looking her in the eyes. The houshi couldn't tell if she was showing embarrassment or pleasure; her face was flustered, so it could have gone either way.

"Kiss me...," Sango repeated.

Miroku leaned forward, planting a long, wet kiss on Sango's lips. She ran her hands through his hair again, as her tongue wound its way around her friend's.

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A/N: Woo! A success...; I never thought I'd finish that chapter. Nor did I think I'd enjoy putting Japanese slang in an English fic. And the little asterisk beside "Kyoto" is weird. I don't think their cities were named yet, but I couldn't find another way to describe it.

Something will happen to Miroku next chapter, but he won't get sick...well, not really. ;)

Oops...this chapter has been revised due to stupid mistakes I failed to see while beta-ing this.