InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Future Heart, Future Pain, Future Hope ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I don't own squat

Conversations with men…

“Miroku you and I need to have a serious talk…”

The monk looked up at the hanyou, with surprise. Never has Inuyasha actually volunteered to speak to the others unless circumstances warranted it. So this was actually a little hard to believe…

Therefore he did what anyone else would do if they knew Inuyasha…

“Okay where is Inuyasha and what have you done with him?”

“Feh! Forget it then! Last time I will try to help you pervert!”

Miroku watches as the hanyou thrusts something into his hand, and stomps away. Looking into his palm, he finds a bottle of medicine from Kagome's time…it was something she called aspirin…

“Inuyasha…”

“Yeah what…”

“Thanks my friend…”

“I only did it so I didn't have to listen to you bellyaching…” The hanyou grunted out, as he glared at the monk to contradict him. Miroku simply shakes his head as he knows that is Inuyasha's way of saying your welcome.

Reaching for Kagome's spare water bottle, he finds it full thankfully and proceeds to open it and the bottle of aspirin. Taking two of the little pills, he swigs the water and drinks deep to allow the medicine to work. In the meantime as he stares at his friend, he can't help but notice the faint markings upon Inuyasha's back as he turns around…

“Those tattoos suit you Inuyasha….”

Saying nothing, Inuyasha simply beams with an inner radiance, for which the monk feels an twinge of envy. Having been there, almost from the very beginning, he has watched as the hanyou battled with the miko. Through fights and tears, happiness, and laughter, he has seen the two of them grow to fall in love.

Inuyasha's looks of loneliness when she left for time, had often affected the group. For then he would grow snappish and hard to handle with each passing day.

But they always knew when she had returned, for he would take off like a shot towards the well…

“Much like me…”

“Excuse me monk?”

“Oh sorry Inuyasha I didn't realize you were listening.” Miroku responded with a quiet sense. “Inuyasha…”

“Yeah…”

“You wanted to talk earlier…”

“Feh! don't you think it's a little late now?”

Looking into the fire silently, Miroku says nothing more. His mind curious with what Inuyasha would have said. But to some degree he is also counting the seconds, for he knows his friend well…

5...4...3...2...1...

“Why do you grab Sango's ass so much Miroku? You know she hates it.”

“To be honest Inuyasha I really don't know. My hand has a mind of it's own.”

“Bullshit”

Miroku turns his head rapidly to look at the hanyou, whose golden eyes look at him with such honesty and intensity, he goes into denial.

“It's not bullshit, Inuyasha. I swear it's the absolute truth.”

“Once again I say bullshit, monk. Why do have to grab her ass so much?”

“Why do you fight with Kagome all the time?” Miroku counters as he tries to change the subject. The monk is admittedly getting flustered and also irritated as his friend glares at him.

“This isn't about me …” The hanyou says coldly, his amber eyes freezing up with cold calculated precision. It gets to the point that Miroku can't help but shiver a bit in disgust…

“I hate it when you do that…when you start to look like your brother…”

“I do not look like, that fucking bastard!”

Somehow despite the seriousness of their discussion, Miroku finds himself laughing. Inuyasha hearing this looks at his friend in sheer and utter confusion, as the monk is cracking up apparently for no reason at all. But yet somehow as Miroku turns to look up at him, Inuyasha feels the twitch of a chuckle winging its way through his system.

A few minutes later, he is next to Miroku clutching his own stomach as if to protect it from the force of his laughter.

This crazed need to laugh going on for a few minutes, the two relax and finally begin to calm down from the sudden burst of emotion. But it isn't long before one of them speaks again…

“Inuyasha…”

“It is because the way she looks when I get her mad…”

“Huh?”

`You wanted an answer to your question…that's why I fight with he all the time. I do it just to see her mad.”

“Just to see her…mad?”

Inuyasha smiles as his mind drifts back to his warm and newly claimed mate. Her dark hair, swinging gently, with the breeze and her skin full of life…as her eyes reflect her irritation.

“When Kagome gets mad…her skin takes on this red color, that makes her seem, well it makes her seem more reachable, and not so much like…”

“Kikyo?”

“Yes…” The hanyou states with a small smile. “It was through her skin…and the way she reacted to my words, when I realized, that she wasn't Kikyo, but was herself. And by fighting with her everyday, it reinforced my belief…and then…it became habit….and then it became that I needed to…just so I could breathe in her anger, her frustration…and her scent…”

“Her scent?”

Inuyasha grins with the hidden knowledge at the thought of his feisty little miko. “Whenever Kagome gets mad, her scent gets stronger…a lot stronger.”

Miroku hearing this, chuckles, for now he understands why Inuyasha often did what he did.

“So that's why you fought with her…”

“Yeah.”

“Inuyasha, I still don't know why…” Miroku murmured quietly. The hanyou just looks at him with a look of understanding now.

“Listen Miroku, you and I both know that is a load of bullshit. Somewhere deep inside the lecherous body of yours, is a reason why you like pissing off Sango so much. I think you better find it and soon”

“I know Inuyasha I know….” The monk replied. “But it's not going to make any difference anyway…”

“Why?”

“Sango doesn't care for me at all remember? Every time I try to get close to her, she chases me away…” The monk replies with a heavy heart.

“Miroku….”

“Yes Inuyasha…”

“You are as Kagome would say…a complete and total idiot.”

“INUYASHA!”

The hanyou just shakes his head and leaps into a nearby tree, avoiding the swing of the monk's staff. “Miroku, you moron, think about it. What was one of the first things you did, when Sango joined our pack?”

“I talked to her…”

“And…”

“And what….”

“You grabbed her ass!” The hanyou stated with a pained _expression. “Look Miroku, the reason why Sango chases you away half the time, is because you grab her ass within mere moments of sitting next to her. So once again I ask you monk. Why do you do it?”

“I don't know….”

“Keh…you better figure it out then, and fast…”

“Why…”

“Because monk, more than likely you will end up doing it again, and if you haven't noticed by the beating she gave you earlier…she is losing patience. Next time…she might do something worse…”

“I see…”

With that said, Miroku looks to find Inuyasha off like a shot, towards the forest. Minutes later, he comes leaping out of the woods with Kagome and Shippo both, firmly in his arms to settle in the tree. Looking up as Kagome seems to hold on to the hanyou for dear life, Shippo seems energized as he runs down the end of the thick branch and back, chattering something excitedly.

Watching the whole ruckus in the trees, from his viewpoint down below, Miroku turns to find Sango approaching the campsite lost in thought. About to ask her to sit by him, so that they can talk, he pauses as Kilala begins to growl.

The fire cat snarling her rage, moments later she changes into her full size, prepared for battle. Inuyasha has also leapt down with Kagome and Shippo in his arms telling them to stay with the fire cat, and to prepare to run if need be.

“Inuyasha what is it…” Sango murmurs quietly, as she picks up, the Hirakaitsou. Miroku doing the same as his hands have a firm grip on his staff. The ominous feeling in the air is starting to spread towards them and then they too feel the presence in the air as the sounds of the forest grow silent…

“Someone's coming…”