InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Future Incarnations: Inuyasha 2030 ❯ Dreaming of You… ( Chapter 11 )

Dreaming of You…

 

If you read chapter 10 when it first came out you might want to re-read from the middle of the chapter at the section break where Inuyasha and Kagome are trying to explain the past to Miroku and Sango. After reading your reviews it seemed that it wasn't as clear as I had intended it to be, so I had them explain in more detail. By the way, most of what was mentioned in my re-write comes from the end of `Silly Human Mating Rituals'. You might want to re-read the last few paragraphs of the last chapter of that story.

 

 

Limey citrus ahead….please don't read if you can't handle adult situations….

 

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He was seeing visions of a beautiful demon slayer. Sango was standing in front of him, she was taking off her form fitting black gi. He loved the way it hugged her figure and he really loved the way she looked as she peeled it off her body revealing peach colored skin. She then moved toward him, gesturing him to take off his clothes. For some reason he was wearing monks robes and sandals. He was amazed at how quickly he was able to shrug off his clothing. He was already ready and erect, his cock pulsing at the sight of her lithe, naked body, round pert breasts and her lovely firm ass. He stood up against her, his hands reaching around her body to grab her rear and to pull her closer up against him as he kissed her deeply. His erection was pressed in between them. She pressed him down to the ground and he looked up in awe as she turned to show her lovely backside to him as she lowered herself on his erection backwards. Her lovely ass was sitting on his pelvis as she rocked against him. Every so often her head would turn so that he could see her beautiful cinnamon eyes and her mouth wide as she moaned, `Hoshi'. He reached out his hands to firmly grasp her ass and then around her body to touch her breasts that filled up each hand nicely. He pushed and thrust, but he was relying on Sango to push up against him. She was on top, she was the one who was controlled their escapade and he relished it.

 

Miroku moaned as he woke up in the morning. His hard erection was pushing up against the waistband of his briefs. “Oh Damn”, he thought. “Almost the same dream every night the past week.” Always of Sango, always of them making love…

 

He peeled his briefs off of his body to relive the pressure against his straining member. He gripped himself and started to stroke. He imagined her still straddling on top of him, her rear end thrust up against him as he entered from behind--her lovely ass and his penis rubbing against it happily.

 

“Oh Kami…Sango…,” he yelled as his warm goo sputtered out and over his hands.

 

He found the briefs he had been wearing last night and used them to wipe himself off. Then he threw them in the laundry as he headed to the communal shower in the house.

 

“Today,” he thought. Today he needed to talk to Sango. She had been avoiding him the past week. Ever since Inuyasha and Kagome had revealed that they had been married in a past life, all of the sudden he was a leper. He had had enough. He had tried to think of other women he had slept with, he had even tried to go on a date with another woman this past week. But it was hopeless. Sweet, sexy, dangerous Sango was all he could think about and he thought he might go mad if he couldn't have her.

 

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Sango felt both of her hands tied up with something silky. Her eyes were covered with something dark. She couldn't see anything and she felt helpless. She tried to pull her hands apart and felt that she might be able to free them with a struggle, but somehow she felt that she really didn't want to be free for some reason. Warm, strong hands were pulling her naked thighs apart. Then the hands drew up her thighs stroking her inner legs with a light touch. The hands stopped at her moist core and the hands danced around the wet curls. `Hoshi' she moaned. `Please…' He was teasing her. The hands brushed up against her wetness and played with her for minutes before they mercifully touched her inner lips. Soon two long fingers moved inside if her and thrusted up. The other hand was brushing up against a warm round nub in front of her core. She screamed as her inner muscles squeezed and spasmed against the fingers that had pleasured her. She was panting and she felt the fingers gradually receding out of her. Then something firm and warm brushed up against her wetness. It was sliding up against her and her warm juices were coating it. `Hoshi,' she groaned, `Please finish me…' `Anything you say my love,' he said in reply as she felt his warm hardness thrusting up inside of her, filling her up and rubbing up against her wet insides. She felt his body pressing down against him and she loved having him in control. She was helpless to his whims and she enjoyed it.

 

“Ah again Hoshi,” she moaned as she started to awake. Once she realized what she had just said and what she had been dreaming a deep red blush flew across her face, neck and breasts. “Oh not again!” she moaned. “Damned Hoshi…,” she said while she fisted her pillow. But the inside of her was pulsing and wanted some form of release. She didn't want to, but she allowed her mind to recede to the dream she had so that she could finish her passion and face a new day. Her hands moved within her and she couldn't help but to imagine that they were Miroku's hands touching her and giving her pleasure. It didn't take much for her to go over the edge. She had to bury her face in her pillow to keep from screaming in ecstasy and waking up her entire household.

 

“Damn, damn, Hoshi!” she seethed. “There is no way I can face him again! I better avoid him until these dreams stop.” She felt that if she never saw him again, the dreams would surely go away. “But what if…,” she thought. “What if these were memories?” She quickly shook her head with the thought. “No way. I'd never marry a pervert like Miroku,” she thought in anger. Then she stopped and put her hands to her face--hands that had just been pumping her insides and were still coated with her juices. “Oh God,” she thought. “I was so turned on by that. Maybe I'm a pervert, too.” She covered her face with her own hands wondering why a virgin like herself could be having the thoughts of a hentai.

 

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Miroku was standing outside of Sango's home early on Saturday morning. He had woken up his sleepy brother at 6AM to find out where Sango lived. After an array of colorful cursing for waking him up so early Inuyasha gave him some directions. Apparently Inuyasha had worked with Sango to protect Kagome, so he had actually picked up Kagome from Sango's home before. Miroku even managed to get Sango's phone number by looking at Inuyasha's cell phone while he was still sleeping. What his brother did not know wouldn't hurt him surmised Miroku.

 

Miroku grinned. Now he just needed to stand here and wait. It was cold outside. He stood against a large tree next to the gate of Sango's home with his arms crossed and a warm black jacket. He doubted that she could have already left home by the time he arrived at 7AM, but now he was starting to worry. It was 9AM and he hadn't seen her yet. He was quite sure that she wasn't avoiding him (at least not yet) because he made sure that the position where he stood would be hidden from the house. He was on the side of the tree facing the street, so she wouldn't see him until she walked right out of the gate. Speaking of which…

 

“Yes, Kohaku. I'll pick you up later…,” he heard Sango cry out as the front door swung open and then shut.

 

His heart pounded. It was now or nothing. He waited outside of the gates next to the tree. He listened to her hum absentmindedly to herself and heard her zipping up a jacket. He then turned to see her right at the gate. She hadn't noticed him yet. She was wearing black nylon jogging pants and a pink hoodie. She was leaning down to adjust a yen-sized pink iPod that she then placed within her earlobe before she started her jog. Miroku noticed that her face was scrubbed clean and her long black hair was moist from towel drying. He loved the way her iridescent cinnamon brown eyes sparkled and the adorable look of concentration on her face as she prepared for exercise.

 

“Sango,” he called out.

 

She quickly turned to him with a look on her face of almost blatant horror and fear.

 

“Oh come on Sango. I don't look that bad do I?” asked Miroku

 

Her eyes widened as she remembered her dream that was still so fresh on her mind. A dream where Miroku had tied her up with silks, had teased her and then had made love to her. Just remembering the dream that she had been trying to suppress made her angry.

 

“Get away from me Hoshi!” she yelled.

 

“Hoshi?” asked Miroku. “You called me Hoshi! Why did you call me Hoshi? You never called me Hoshi before?”

 

Sango gasped and put her hand to her mouth. “I didn't mean to say that…I…”

 

Miroku slid up next to Sango and tried to gently put his hand on her arm. “The only time anyone has ever referred to me as Hoshi was when I was dreaming Sango. Do you have dreams about me Sango?” he asked gently.

 

Sango's face quickly turned beet red. The redness swelled from her cheeks to the top of her ears.

 

“Bingo!” thought Miroku as he tried not to smile and tried to keep his face as impenetrable as possible.

 

“No!” said Sango as she shook her head. “No, I do not dream about you. Why would I ever dream about you?”

 

Miroku looked at her with a calm smile and then continued, “Inuyasha and Kagome were dreaming about each other. I think it was a way for their souls to tell them what their hearts already knew. That they had known each other in a past life and that they wanted to be together again in this life.

 

“I've been dreaming about you Sango…every night…it's driving me crazy…,” said Miroku.

 

Sango looked up at his violet eyes and her cinnamon eyes widened at his admission. Then she turned and looked away from him and crossed her arms.

 

“Well, I haven't Hoshi! I wouldn't ever dream about…umph!” said Sango.

 

Miroku quickly spun her around to have her face him. “Then why do you call me Hoshi? You only call me Hoshi in my dreams. And they are wonderful dreams Sango.”

 

Sango swallowed hard and stared up at him with a mixed look of both desire and fear etched on her features.

 

“Tell me Sango. Tell me to my face while you look me in the eyes. Tell me that you never dreamed of me…” said Miroku as he held her arm tightly and refused to let go. His eyes bored into hers and she felt that she could get lost in his pretty violet eyes.

 

“I…I..can't,” admitted Sango as her lips quivered.

 

Miroku's face had a look of happiness on it. “I knew it!” he called out as he beamed at her. “You have just made me the happiest man alive! Woo hoo!” he yelled.

 

Sango tried to cross her arms again even though Miroku still had a firm grip on her arm.

 

“It doesn't mean anything. They're just dreams. They have no bearing on the waking world…,” said Sango as she tried to remove herself from his grip.

 

“Just keep telling yourself that Sango…,” said Miroku as he cradled her face in his hands and kissed her gently on the lips. Then his tongue danced upon the outer edges of her mouth asking to be let in. Her lips parted and he started tasting the sweetness that was unmistakably Sango. She quickly melted into his kiss as she gave up trying to fight him. His lips were so warm and his expert hands were wandering over her body. He seemed to know where she liked to be touched. Her neck, face, throat and collarbone were gently teased. Then his hands made their way down the small of her back to lightly touch her backside in a loving fashion.

 

Miroku drew back, looking at her face and her closed eyes intently. She then looked up at him with half-lidded eyes—looking drunk. He tried to hold her steady in his arms since she was a little wobbly.

 

“Can I jog with you Sango?” asked Miroku.

 

“Yeah, sure…” said Sango as her fingers brushed her lips and she tried to walk out of the gates of her home with Miroku fast behind her with a steady helping hand and an immense grin on his face.

 

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Next Chapter: Inuyasha and Kagome--some citrus. Need I say more? See you next week! Read and review.

 

Special thanks to the following reviewers:

Kovia: OK. I was laughing again in tears. You have been officially put in charge of the chibi version of Inuyasha 2030. As far as Fluffy and Rin go, if Sesshy actually let her have a kid she'll live just as long as he does, but he wouldn't let her. Somehow I think he'll let her have a kid next time…!

Nabikineum: Glad that you liked the twists so far…After your questions I re-did Chapter 10 and had Inuyasha and Kagome explain things in greater detail. So maybe take a gander back and read my rewrite. But to answer your questions: Kags lived 300 years with Inuyasha in the past because it was Inuyasha's wish on the Shikon jewel that she live with him forever in every lifetime. This wish extends to this lifetime. So yes, this is the first time they have been back together since the era of the warring states.

Fluffy and Rin? Well, they never properly mated since he didn't want her to have half-breed kids. But after 7 incarnations of Rin I think he's going to finally break down and let her have more kids. She did just have Inuyasha. Fluffy also has some soul searching to do when it comes to fatherhood. Miroku and Sango have showed up in this lifetime for the first time since their past life. That was because souls travel in groups incarnating together. So Miroku and Sango were waiting for Inuyasha and Kagome to incarnate again as well. Does that make sense?

Blackdeathmessenger: Hope you liked this chapter. I'm trying to come up with an idea for the next contest. But all I can think of right now is what sort of citrus do you think is going to happen next? Which would be pretty interesting, but pointless I think…! I have to come up with a good question. If you have one feel free to e-mail it to me…

sofiakalaughable:.I'm glad that it makes sense to you. I was getting worried that no one got it.