InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forest for the Trees ❯ The Path to Tranquility is soaked with Sake. ( Chapter 8 )

Forest for the Trees

Chapter 8; The Path to Tranquility is soaked with Sake.

"In my life I have been cursed; in my life I have been blessed. I have lived the best of times; I have suffered the worst. Do you know which road you're traveling? Do you know where you want to be? With so many roads to travel, there's just one can set you free"

~Ben Harper "One Road to Freedom"

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It was early morning when Inuyasha heard the two coming back to camp. He swiftly popped up from his position in front of the fire, jar of peanut butter in hand. He studied their features when they broke the tree line, his eyes suspicious, free hand flexing rapidity into a clawed fist.

"What the HELL?!" He exclaimed, making all in a ten foot radius jump, and look around guiltily.

The goofy smile seemed to slink off of Kagome's face, seeking someplace new to reside. "Is there something wrong Inuyasha?" she questioned, not quite meeting his angry gaze.

"Yeah there is something wrong!" he exclaimed giving the stubborn jar of peanut butter a hateful toss towards Kagome's bag. "It's obvious that Miroku didn't come back last night! This damn fire has been out for hours! And when did you run off?" he demanded with an accusing finger aimed directly at the flustered Miko. That's when Inuyasha caught sight of their entwined hands. A deep reverberating growl could be heard throughout the forest.

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I'm going to die. He's going to kill me, he knows I touched her…..that I'm still touching her…...and I'm going to die a horrible pointy fingered death. No more ravishing Kagome in the woods, no more……wait. No more ravishing?!?! Oh no. That is just wrong!

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"Oh for goodness sakes Inuyasha! If I didn't know better I would say you were jealous of the time Miroku and I spent together! You should be ashamed of yourself for acting in such a manner!! I merely became worried when he didn't come back to camp and went and found him. We couldn't seem to make our way back to camp, so we spent the night in the woods. We even brought you breakfast you ungrateful cur!!" Kagome's face was flushed from her outburst, and since she wasn't really lying, per say, Inuyasha felt very very stupid.

"Feh." He responded with a hung head, a head hung so low he didn't even see the rabbit Miroku threw his way. When he went down with a resounding thump, Kagome squeezed Miroku's hand and said very quietly;

"Looks like the father of destruction strikes again…"

And the only thing Inuyasha could hear from his bunny inflicted stupor was Miroku's resonating chuckle and Kagome's musical giggle.

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Our band of miscreants once again sat around a fire, this time they were all staring insipidly into the blazing fire. Miroku's eyes lingered on each dejected face; that was until his eyes reached Kagome. She did not seem dejected; she still seemed to have a glow about her. With a grin he leaned over and reached across her body his fingers brushing that big yellow bag. He loved the way that she didn't lean away from his gesture, if anything she leaned forward so her breasts would brush against his shoulder.

Then Inuyasha growled, and Miroku's wandering mind ceased to…wander, and he dragged Kagome's bag over her lap. He plunged his hand into the depths. When Kagome heard clinking sounds she curiously peered in, and gasped.

"How did you get those in there?" She asked in a scandalized voice. Eyes widening and reaching for his hand. "I knew that bag felt heavy." She mumbled.

Miroku's grin widened and he replied in a dramatic voice; "Magic!" And then he brought his hand up to reveal four fairly large bottles of sake. He gave them a brief wave and all could attest to the fact that there was indeed liquid in the bottles.

Inuyasha caught the thrown bottle in almost a paranoid fashion. And mumbled something about flying bunnies. "What the hell is this supposed to be?" He grumbled smelling the bottle and recoiling in disgust. "Are you trying to kill me monk?" He growled.

"Relax Inuyasha! Haven't you had sake before?" When the half demon shook his head `no', Miroku chuckled, shaking his head.

Inuyasha growled, curling his hand into a threatening fist until Kagome said quietly, "I've never had it either." She gave Inuyasha a small smile and tilted her head, "We'll both be first timers." Inuyasha gave her a long considering look, and then dropped his head down, pondering. As if the little white bottle would magically endow him with infinite understanding of the female race. Miroku handed Sango a bottle and she immediately pried off the top and drank deeply.

Everyone watched with rapt attention.

She gave a slight cough, then a quiet wheeze. "Woo. Good stuff." She breathed, patting her chest and giving the bottle and admiring gaze.

Miroku chuckled and handed another bottle to Kagome, who ran her fingers down the smooth porcelain and watched Miroku as he pulled the cork out and sipped from the bottle. "Sorry." He mumbled. When she gave him a questioning look, with the slight lifting of one silky ebony brow, his gaze turned sheepish, "no cups." He stated, lifting his bottle in a mock salute, making Kagome smile and shake her head.

Inuyahsa grumbled something and jabbed one long sharp claw in the cork. It came out with a resounding `POP', making Kagome grin her eyes lighting merrily. Miroku grinned when Inuyasha gave his hand a violent shake trying to release himself from the offending cork. Kagome rose to her knees and caught Inuyasha's hand on the up sweep, and began to work the traitorous stopper from his claw.

"You're like a traveling corkscrew." She said with a giggle. Inuyasha's scowl faded away and his eyes softened as he watched her bend over his hand. Her hair softly slipped over her shoulder and whispered across his wrist.

Miroku watched.

And his heart sank.

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What…? What is this? He clearly feels something for her. What am I doing playing with something like this?

He doesn't deserve her.

Does she still love him?

Do I love her? No doubt I feel warmth for her, I relish in her company. She makes me happy. But do I love her?

Could he treat her better than I would? No. I don't think so. She could be happy with me. I could be happy, really happy…with her. Just with her.

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What am I thinking?!?! Love? Oh great Buddha! For the sake of everything holy…for the sake of Kagome's pretty dainty panties!! Think of something else!

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As Miroku's brain was rattled with thoughts, his head dropped, chin to chest. Almost as if they were too heavy. His warded hand reached up to touch his forehead, as if he could suck out the evil. Just when he thought they were going to overwhelm him, he felt a cool hand on the back of his neck.

"Miroku?" Kagome asked concerned. He looked up to see her peering up at him. She was kneeling at his side, one hand on his neck, gently kneading his vigilante thoughts away. Her other hand reached up to curl around his wrist, pulling it down away from his face. "Are you alright?" she asked.

Vaguely he heard Inuyasha growl, no doubt angered at having the vibrant beauty taken from before him. "The monk is fine!" He spat out with jealous fervor.

An unusual fire lit Kagome's eyes, which she promptly turned on Inuyasha. Her lip curled slightly, making Inuyasha's jaw drop. Her rolled eyes were accompanied by an angry "Humph!" And she once again turned her attention to the seemingly ailing Miroku. "Are you okay?" she asks gently. He smiled, nodding his head. Looking past her he saw Inuyasha busy chugging his bottle of sake.

Kagome settled beside Miroku, fiddling with the stubborn cork that kept her from the liquid inside the pretty bottle. She emitted an angry cat like sound when it didn't budge. Putting the bottle between her thighs she tried again. Her face faulted and she heaved an exasperated sigh. She was contemplated heaving the miscreant vessel into the fire when Miroku leaned over towards her. He placed a one hand on her hip and gently worked the cork out of the bottle between her clamped legs with the other. At the `pop' their eyes met and Miroku was pleased to see the delicate flush that stained her cheeks. His spirits renewed he leaned back against an ever present tree and enjoyed the wonderful liquid.

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She watched the look that passed between the miko and the cursed monk. Did they think that she and Inuyasha were blind as well as stupid? Or were they just that unaware of the world around them? Yes. She fought the urge to heave a sigh. The two were so absorbed in each other, and before now she hadn't known she wanted that. That wonderful immersion. She took another swig of the sake before looking at Inuyasha. He was giving Kagome a miserable glazed look, slightly rocking from side to side, mouth moving in silent conversation; clutching an empty bottle. Sango took one more deep drink before graciously offering the half bottle to the broken hearted quasi demon.

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Kagome poked the thing in the ribs with a stick, biting her lip, but unable to disguise the smile that lingered there. When she received no response she did it again, harder. The thing squirmed and gave a low rumble, no doubt meant to instill fear in the heart of whoever had the gall to `poke' him. Kagome however, giggled in evil delight and gave him another sharp jab for good measure.

"Kagome." Miroku said and I frighteningly teacher like voice. "Don't poke the demon."

Kagome swung her head around to give Miroku a pitiful look, lower lip jutting out, eyelashes fluttering innocently. "But it's so much fun." She whined. To this Miroku merely lowered one eyebrow and tilted his head in a disapproving manner. With a sigh she scampered around the fire on her hands and knees, carefully avoiding scattered sake bottles and candy wrappers, to reach Miroku's side. "Hi." She stated plainly, smile still stretched charmingly across her face. Miroku couldn't help but return her smile, and held out an arm for her. She buried her face into his neck and nestled in beside him, stretching an arm across his chest to hold him close. "Mmmm. You always smell so good." She murmured still nuzzling.

"I smell good?" He questioned. "What do I smell like?"

"Um, sandalwood, tea leaves, and vanilla. It's nice." She said with a sigh. She sat up letting Miroku's arm fall dangerously low on her waist. He watched her closely as he slowly sank his hand lower until it rested fully on the curve of her ass. She reached forward, and pulled the leather tie out of his hair. His brows came together in confusion as he reached for the knotted leather thong. She pulled it just out of reach. "If you get to grab my ass, I get to play with your hair." She said with a grin. He was surprised, but it seemed like a good deal. He leaned back pulling Kagome with him, and sighing contently as she ran her hands through his hair.

It was longer now, just brushing his shoulders. Slightly wavy, and wonderfully soft.

She was eyeing that bottle in Miroku's other hand though. Was it possible that there was some left? And if there was, could she practice her super sneaky stealth technique and gank it? Probably not. She leaned in close, one hand on the ground near the bottle, and gently sank her teeth into Miroku's bottom lip. With a slight moan Miroku added a fiery intensity to the kiss, almost making Kagome forget her ulterior motive. Finally they pulled away to breathe, and Kagome brought the bottle to her lips.

Miroku's eyes narrowed, he quickly counted the bottles lying around the fire and then searched the ground next to him, finding it empty of his own. "Hey!" He said incredulously. Watching Kagome giggle around the rim of the bottle, dribbling sake down her chin. Purely on instinct, he leaned forward quickly and caught it with his mouth, nipping the bottle out of her hand while she was distracted. "I think you've had enough." He murmured against her mouth.

With another giggle her hands dove into his hair. "Shut up! Pedro needs more sake! He will never see his son or sexy wife again!!" She said in a funny voice. The look of confused humor on Miroku's face was just too cute, so she kissed him. Her tongue dove just as forcefully into his mouth as her hands had into his hair. A pleased groan told her he appreciated it. "Miroku?" She questioned in a soft voice.

"Yes?"

"I really, really want you." She whispered into his ear with a cute feminine giggle.

His eyes glazed over, his jaw tightened. He shook his head sharply. "Sure. Of course." He said in a raw, harsh voice. He caught Kagome's waist with his shoulder, hefting her up and over. She gave a shriek as she found herself now upside down, and let out an infectious giggle as he stepped right over the fire, stopping only briefly to stoop and catch the end of Kagome's sleeping bag and drag it behind him as he found them both something far enough away so that they wouldn't disturb the jealous half demon.

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What…? Did they just…? Oh wow. Sure, I picked up that there was something going on between them, but… Oh wow. Kagome and Miroku. They are actually… Oh wow. I just hope Inuyasha doesn't wake up.

That could be really bad.

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Upon reaching an appropriate spot, Miroku set Kagome firmly on her feet and spread the bedding out on the soft spongy grass. When he was satisfied that his task was performed to it utmost extent, he turned, and found Kagome already naked. Grinning, hands perched on her hips.

"Uh. Yes. Alright then."

She giggled. "Your eloquence astounds me." She said in a mocking tone. And then she attacked him. He fell back, breath escaping from his lungs in a rush. His robes seemed to flow off of his body. Her hands were everywhere. He gripped her hips harshly, trying to gain some semblance of control. She was everywhere; her mouth flowed down his chest, her teeth grated against his hip. He knew she would have gone lower, but he yanked her back up his body by her upper arms. "No fun." She pouted. His mouth opened and closed, his brain not forming anything remotely intelligible. "Mmmmiroku. Are you at a loss for words?" she hummed out.

"No." He said in a voice scraped raw.

"Prove it." She dared.

Miroku closed his eyes, desperately trying to find something intelligent to say. He reached back into his training, and could only remember one thing… "O bhikshus and wise men, just as a goldsmith would test his gold by burning," His hands raced up her back, pulling her down to him. "cutting," his lips met hers in a brief kiss. "and rubbing it," as she pushed herself back up, sitting upon him, his hands found her breasts. "so must you examine my words and accept them but not merely out of reverence for me."

She smiled, and eased down onto him, throwing her head back in bliss. His eyes eased shut as she rode him to oblivion.

He always knew Buddha would be there when he needed Him.

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And so we end another broadcast day. That's all I got for now….I have some truly devine ideas for the next two chapters, they involve Kikyo, Kouga, and maybe some angry bunnies.

I'm thinking of a one shot involving Sesshoumaru….pure anarchy. No smut, just fun. I'm sure I'll be back soon with the follow up for this sake soaked adventure… its not done yet!