InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ever After ❯ Chapter 4

Author Notes: Thanks to all who were had review, good or bad. You guys really keep me going and I would like to apologise for the delay but I was really caught up with my other story “lost hope” and I really suck at multitasking so I guess I kind of slacked off on this story. Anyway I will try to update this story as soon as I can. With that let’s move on to the story…

Thanks: To Linda for helping me out with these chapters, oh what would I do without you!

Chapter 4


Sunlight seeped through the crack of the heavy curtains, Miroku groaned, turning away from the harsh rays of the morning sun burying his face in the soft pillows, enjoying the soft feel against his skin. He didn’t want the nice dream to end, it was so good to feel Sesshomaru’s lips on his, the sleek tongue sliding down into his mouth, playing with his own.

However he could sleep no longer, his head felt heavy and his throat was perched. He gulped slowly, cracking open an eye to peer at his surrounding. His eyes widened as found himself on a large canopy bed with soft covers, in hues of baby pink and blue, with numerous soft pillows strewn across it. He sat up immediately, the cover falling of body and he gasped, he was completely naked under them. Furrowing his brows, he tried to determine how he got where he was. Hazy memories of fighting with the snake demons filled his mind. He concentrated harder shaking his head, trying to clear his mind; soon remembering the fight, Sango’s injury, Hikari taking her to Ryu and then the Snake Head attacking him.

‘I fell of the edge! But where am I now? It is surely not the wolf caves and the scents, it smells familiar. Huh!?’ he blinked a couple of times, utterly bewildered. ‘Now when did I start smelling stuff so clearly. I am not a dog,’ he sniffed a bit harder and sneezed hard, when numerable intense scents hit his nose. ‘Strange. I don’t remember having a sensitive nose.’ However before he could ponder on his newfound senses, the door flew open and an extremely beautiful lady entered the room.

“I see you’ve awoken,” she smiled, moving to the bed to place an article of clothing on it before she filled a glass with water from the tray, on a nearby table and handed it to him.

Miroku blushed, quickly concealing his nudity with the fur cover and silk blanket. He gulped down the water offered to him quickly and smiled as she took the glass from his hand. He bowed slightly, in his position, to the lady with a small smile. “Please accept my apologies, for I am a bit indisposed at moment to give you a proper greeting.” He said, with his usual charm. “By the way I am Miroku, a simple monk. Might I inquire as to where I am?”

“I am Shizuka,” she replied, smiling, as she handed him the refilled glass of water. “And you are in Lord Sesshomaru’s castle.”

Miroku paled visibly at that information, choking on his drink. Shizuka was immediately at side, rubbing his back as he entered into a coughing fit; almost falling off the bed. After a few seconds, it subsided; Miroku still looked a bit pallid. “Thanks. Se-Sesshomaru’s Castle?!” He coughed.

“Hai. You were injured and heavily poisoned.” Shizuka continued, sitting in front of him. “Rin and I found you by the river, in the forest and brought you here. You were dying, but Lord Sesshomaru saved you.”

“He-he saved me?!” His mouth dropped open.

“Uh-huh. You were very close to death and none of the medicines were working, then he did something and the next thing we know you were healing rapidly, even your right arm, which was broken, mended within a day.” she informed, as she leaned forward pressing the back of her fingers on his forehead. “And now the fever is gone too.”

Miroku looked at his right hand, totally confused. “What did he do?”

“I really don’t know what he did, but it saved your life.” Shizuka stated, before she got up. “These clothes are for you. When you’re finished, just give me a call, I’ll waiting outside the room.”

“Thank you,” he said, with a small smile.

“It’s my pleasure. Now get dressed, you’re expected at the breakfast table,” with that she turned, exiting the room, closing the door behind her.

Miroku sighed, as he removed the covers off his body. He checked his wounds, to find they were gone without a trace and he felt excellent, except for an uncertain feeling of someone’s presence that gnawed at the back of his mind. He looked around making sure he was completely alone, however the feeling did not wash away.

It would have been good to lie there, in the fleecy softness of the bed for a while; a travelling monk never did get such luxuries. However his rumbling stomach reminded him that he was quite hungry and breakfast sounded good to his ears. So he got up, gingerly moving to the table where a washing bowl was placed and washed his face, before drying with a scented towel placed conveniently beside it. He then moved towards the bed, picking up the clothes and pulled open the folds to reveal a deep blue silken kimono with a golden phoenix embroidered on it. He pulled the silken kimono over his body, savouring the feeling of the soft fabric against his skin. He still wondered how Sesshomaru was able to save him and why? After his last encounter with the demon lord, he would have more than happy to kill him with his bare hands, was that why he revived, so that he could kill himself. Miroku shuddered; no… he didn’t need that thought for the moment.

‘Perhaps he used Tenseiga on me. But I had to be dead for that and she said that I was dying not dead. And as far as I know, Tenseiga could have cured the wounds but negating the effect of poison is hard, it was mixed with my blood…. Then what did he do?’ He walked, absentmindedly, to the door never; peeking at the full-length mirror standing beside the enormous armoire, to notice the changes his body has gone through.

“Shizuka-san?” he called softly.

“Oh! Come, I must take you to the dining room. This way.” She smiled, leading the way for a quite dazed Miroku, who was taking in the beauty of the castle, stone walls adorned various tapestries, depicting the histories of the great wars fought by the inu family; thick pillars with intricate carvings in them, along the corridor. It seemed Lord Sesshomaru had quite a rich taste for a demon so cold at heart.

“This way.” Miroku hurried his steps, noting that he had fallen behind, quickly approaching the huge door; revealing a huge banquet hall, lavishly decorated in kingly taste with a large black table situated in the middle. He thanked the lady, who immediately excused herself after asking him to be seated. He slowly entered room, his eyes scanning the chamber for any sign of the daiyoukai, but found none. He sighed, relaxing a bit, as he sat down on the one of the cushions. A lot of time had time had passed, since their last meeting and he didn’t know how to face the one he desired so much for so long, he wouldn’t know what to say.

Two servants soon emerged, carrying large trays of food. Miroku offered a small prayer, before attacking the food fiercely; devouring almost all of it within seconds. Just as he had finished when the door burst open and a giggling Rin skipped in with a very pissed off Jaken in tow, who immediately snorted as if disgusted by the sight of the human but said nothing. So Miroku ignored him, as if he slipped off somewhere out of sight.

Rin squealed at the sight of Miroku, who smiled back before he was being captured in a fierce hug from the small child. Miroku laughed, embracing her. They bonded a lot during their last encounter, the monk becoming a very good friend in a few days. She had missed him a lot after that.

“Houshi-sama you’re up!” she announced loudly, before settling herself comfortably on his lap, giving him a huge grin. “Rin was really worried about you. You looked so sick and then…” she pouted a bit, remembering the horrific scene of Miroku coughing up blood. “I thought you would die,” she added, snuggling closer to his chest.

“But I am all right now Rin, so no worries” Miroku stated, his hands rubbing gentle circles on her back to soothe the child.

“Rin is glad. You’ve been sleeping for three days, but Otousan...”

“Otousan?”

“Hai. Lord Sesshomaru. Rin calls him Otousan now.” She informed, before continuing with her previous speech “Otousan said you would wake up today and I was so happy. Now you can stay here with Rin and we can…” Suddenly, Rin stopped and Miroku looked down, to see the child gazing up curiously at him.

“What’s the matter Rin?”

“Houshi-sama, you look different,” she proclaimed thoughtfully.

“Huh!?”

“Your eyes, they look different and a lot of your hair is white now. Are you turning old?” she questioned, her hand reaching up to caress the single lock of white.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve changed monk,” the declaration came from the door. “More than you know.” Miroku’s head whipped up to look at Sesshomaru standing in the doorway, his breath catching in his throat as he watched the lord glide toward him. Sesshomaru looked quite different, without his usual armour and the fluffy thing that was attached to it. Even the colour of his elegant kimono, was of dark blue instead of the usual white. Rin instantly moved from Miroku’s lap, taking her place at the table as the servants appeared to serve her.

‘He looks more beautiful then the last time we met.’

Sesshomaru smirked evilly, as he stood before the dazed monk and bent down, reaching out to lift Miroku’s chin, studying his face intently. “The bond works in mysterious ways,” he mused out load. “How do you feel?”

“F-fine Lord Sesshomaru.” Miroku stammered, his mind finding it very hard not to think of hentai thoughts about Sesshomaru. Having the object of his affection so near to him, was making him go crazy, not to mention those juicy lips were so close to his face, his white mane falling around them like a curtain, concealing their forms from prying eyes.

Miroku felt his cheeks burn, as they were painted in a soft hue of red. He locked his eyes with the aureate ones staring deep into them. He was mesmerised by the beauty of the lord, thankful that he had the chance to feel his presence so near to him. His body began to act of it’s own accord and he felt a certain twitch between his limbs.

‘Don’t think of him, Kami-sama, give me the strength to endure this. If he gets one whiff of what you’re thinking or your arousal, you will be shredded like a vegetable by those deathly claws.’

“Hn.” Finally Sesshomaru released his face turning to occupy his own seat, watching as Rin skipped to her own seat before grabbing what food she could and stuffing it into her mouth. “Rin, eat properly.”

Rin immediately stiffened and nodded, slowly trying to eat properly, but not with much result.

Meanwhile, Miroku had calmed down a bit and released his breath he realised he had been holding for a long time. He straightened a bit turning to the western lord. “Sesshomaru-sama?”

Sesshomaru turned his gaze to the monk raising an eyebrow.

“Please accept my gratitude for saving my life,” He said earnestly. ‘Although I never thought you would.’

Sesshomaru remained silent.

“Otousan, I am finished can I go play? Can houshi-sama come?” Rin asked, getting up.

“Yes you may, but Miroku will not be joining you now.” Sesshomaru announced.

Rin pouted, as she got up slowly, displeased with her Otousan’s decision. “But he may join you later,” this declaration raised her sprit and she gave him a hug before she ran of the room. Sesshomaru smiled softly, before turning attention to the human seated a few places from him.

“Do you know how you got here?”

“Hai, Shizuka-san informed me of that.” Miroku stated. “But that means my friends. Do they know I am here?”

Sesshomaru stared hard at the monk, saying nothing, as he studied his features more intensely. The monk sure looked good and enjoying himself, by agitating the monk further with his actions. He watched, as Miroku fell into an uncomfortable silence, fidgeting in his seat. Finally, after a period of silence, he decided to speak up.

“No, your companions have no knowledge of your being here.”

“Then my lord, I must return to my friends. They will be worried about me.” Miroku looked concerned and Sesshomaru could also feel, that the monk was being effected by his presence. This was going to be fun and he wanted more of it.

“No.”

“No?” Miroku looked up incredulously.

“You shall not leave the premises until I tell you to.”

“But lord Sesshomaru….” A hard, cold stare from the demon lord, told the monk that it would not be healthy to argue, “may I ask why?”

“I have no obligation to answer your question. You will stay here as along as I like you to.” He smirked, at the spark of anger he felt coming off the monk. He was going to enjoy this.

“I am grateful that you’ve saved my life, but I also have a duty towards my friends.” Miroku argued.

“Friends who do not care whether you’re dead or alive.”

This seemed to add fuel to his ire. Miroku jumped up, his fingers curled into his fists at his side, his face turning red with anger. “You’re wrong! They probably think I am dead. You-you have no idea about my friends and you speak so lowly of them, of your own brother.”

‘I always knew he’d never change, rotten filthy bastard. But you will never make me obey you,’ Miroku was not going to be played with, he was a free man.

Suddenly, Miroku found himself on the back on his back, with Sesshomaru’s sapphire eyes boring into his. “You will obey my orders, you will stay here. I saved your life when you could be lying dead and your friends would never have found you. You belong to me now and you will do as I say. I am the master of your life now, you better get used to it. Now tell me, what would you prefer to do, stay or to die.” Sesshomaru growled, holding the monk’s throat in his hand tightly, but not enough to choke or harm him.

Miroku was quite shocked to answer. He just glared back with defiant eyes at the inu youkai, unable to think. Never in his life had somebody tried to own, not like a slave and had it been anyone else, he would have simply preferred to die rather indulge in slavery, but with Lord Sesshomaru, he didn’t know what to do. A part of him just wanted to give up and do what his master told him, while another struggled to be released from this impending bondage. He decided that it would not be wise to push his luck anymore. It was true, Lord Sesshomaru could kill him any moment and that would not serve anything. He would never get to see his friends, at least by staying alive, he may be able to pursue the lord to release him at some time or make an escape when the conditions were right. “I will stay.” He replied, with a hint of sadness and a subtle excitement in his voice. After all he was getting a chance to stay close to the object of his desire and that could mean something for a man like him….

“Good.” Sesshomaru smirked, slowly releasing Miroku and returning to his seat. “Today you will rest, for you’re not fully healed. Tomorrow, I decide what to do with you,” he couldn’t help but smirk, as he felt a flurry of curses going through the monk’s mind at his last sentence, however he chose not to react as he continued with his monotone. “Jaken will show you to your room now. However, do not even think of escaping, for you will find it quite impossible. JAKEN?”

The toad immediately scurried out of somewhere, with an evil and mocking smile on his pointed lips. Miroku could only give him a death glare, but Jaken remained unaffected by it.

“Hai, your eminence.” (A/n: I actually heard him calling Sesshy that in one of the episodes)

“Take him to his chambers and see that he is comfortable.”

“But my lord, would it be wise to let this human stay in one of the royal chambers and so close…” but before he could finish his sentence he crashed onto the floor, as two chopsticks hit him square on the head.

“Don’t test my patience Jaken,” Sesshomaru growled.

Jaken immediately kneeled, offering a thousand apologies to his master, before getting up to lead a smirking monk to his chambers, with the chopsticks sticking out of his green head.

Sesshomaru sat on his cushion, a slight contented smile gracing his features. ‘So, the monk desires me. This is going to be interesting…’

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~*~The Next Morning~*~

Miroku jumped, almost falling off the bed at the pounding on the door. He had slept through the whole day yesterday and still felt sleepy, ‘perhaps the stuck up inu was right, I haven’t fully recovered.’ But he got up anyways, struggling to adjust the sleeping yukata on his body, which had fallen open sometime during the night. Another pounding sounded at the door and he yelled “Coming! Coming!” hurrying his steps to them. He opened them, to reveal a grumbling Jaken standing in front of him, almost boiling in anger.

“What took you so long human?” He yelled.

“I was sleeping.” He said simply, he had no interest in fighting the toad in this early hour of the morning. He was too happy to ruin his mood, probably the result of the erotic dream he had been having, involving him and a certain white-haired beauty that had invaded his senses so, and never knowing, that the same beauty had an interesting time sleeping too and was quite grumpy at the moment, growling to himself in his room, as he planned his next course of actions.

“Well then get ready quickly, you need to report to Lord Sesshomaru in one hour, in the library. I never know why my Lord Sesshomaru sees in you humans, you all are filthy, disgusting… ACK!” Jaken choked, then coughed heavily, as he found himself quite unable to croak out any more profanities at Miroku or his race. Miroku only smirked, closing the door on his face. ‘Looks like my powers have some uses after all.’

He made his way to the washing area, quickly finishing with his daily routines, before he stood in front of the armoire choosing between the diverse range of varied coloured kimonos, for his humble clothing was no where to be found. ‘Sesshomaru sure has some nice choice in clothing. These silks are something I have only seen on Lords and they are all my size. Wonder how the bastard get the knowledge about all these?’ he questioned to himself, as he stood near the mirror adjusting his obi. Suddenly, his eyes feel on the mirror and eeped at the sight, immediately moving in for a closer inspection. His usual dark hair, had a single lock of white flowing through it and was definitely longer than usual, his eyes were their usual azure colour however they were lined by a thick ring of gold, which reflected the sunlight as it fell on it.

‘So, that was why Rin said I looked different. I didn’t pay attention to her that day but…wow, I look good!’ he smiled, examining his changed look. ‘I bet Sesshomaru knows all about it, maybe I should ask him when I meet him, but I know he will be ass about it. But a pretty ass nonetheless.’ He added with a smile, somewhere, a demon lord lost his footing. There was a knock on his door and this time it was servant, to take him to the breakfast room.

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