InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ha... ❯ Ha... ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: I don't know what to say about this other than that the world could always use more M/K. Totally one-shot. Totally don't own Inuyasha. Totally hope you review but really don't totally care too much. Sigh; totally need a totally better vocabulary.

Ha…

He watched her out of the corner of his eye. A normal man would see nothing wrong with the scene before him but he, Miroku, was far wiser [hornier too, but never mind that] than your average man. And Miroku could see right through her devilish charade, yes.

The so dubbed "normal man" would merely see a sweet, innocent girl trying to steal the warmth from the dying embers of their fire. "Miroku" knew this was but a cover. He could see the skills incorporated into her "gathering warmth"; how she twitched her scantly clad ass ever closer to the flame, how she rubbed her arms up and down her exposed legs, clearly trying to get lure his attention to her red and pink striped panties, and how she wedged her already bountiful breasts between her arms to catch his eye. Yes, Miroku could see through Kagome Higurashi's well-schemed conspiracy. He wasn't fooled as she crossed her legs and relieved the upper half of her thigh, as her ribbon on her school uniform drooped ever lower opening wider and wider her shirt, no; he could see this was no sweet, innocent girl but a tempest acting the part to confuse and infatuate him.

And damnit if it was still working anyway.

She shivered ever slightly; this obviously done so she could shake out her long, raven hair and draw his gaze to her lips. Her red, pouty lips were pulled back to reveal a pink tongue rolling around in her mouth. Yes, Miroku could see through Kagome Higurashi's well….

"Rather chilly out tonight, hu Miroku?" Kagome asked, still running her hands over her goose pimple ridden legs.

Expecting some slimy innuendo, Miroku was surprised to hear himself say, "Yes, the days are getting rather colder."

"Yeah, but it'll be all hot and sticky soon enough."

Miroku assumed she started to go into something else, but his brain no longer seemed able to function well enough to make out the words. His fingers were shaking, and the dominating "REACH OUT AND GRAB HER, GOD DAMNIT!" instinct was a hard one to ignore. A spark exploded inside the fire pit, and for a few seconds Miroku could see the passionate flame burning deep within Kagome's eyes, whether she knew it was there or not. She wants this, his brain screamed, and it's your duty as a man to satisfy her. Make sweet love down by the fire. Than fuck her long and hard by that tree over there… and that one boulder like rock…and that bush too over there, hell, even that other tree…

"Wouldn't you agree, Miroku?"

After a second or so to reconnect with the real world [an always dreaded second] he answered, "Sure. Yes of course."

" Good. I'm so glad someone else believes in cutting of foreskins."

Kagome found it necessary to break the tension [and Miroku's heart attack] with, "I noticed your eyes glazed over half way through my mono-loge."

Miroku forced himself to laugh with her, hoping it would keep her eyes to his face instead of his dangerously quivering fingers, which were far too close to his…maybe she shouldn't look at his face. Let's star watch, Kagome. Stars are good. They never have to worry about concealing erections from their insane hanyou friend's reincarnated true love. Yay stars.

By some magic, Kagome got the clue. "The sky sure is lovely tonight. I wonder if Inuyasha and Sango are looking at them right now too."

Oh, she had to do it. His thoughts could no longer play with the image of he and Kagome; they now had to think back to the events leading up to this special, shared moment. Naraku had attacked earlier today, luring Kagome and he after a puppet while Inuyasha and Sango fought Kagura for a shard. As soon as they were far enough away from each other, he'd released a poisonous miasma covering the space between them. Miroku estimated one to two days before it would be safe to exit the forest and hunt for there lost friends. Remembering his thoughts, he supposed now he should really be allowing Kagome sleep while he kept guard, for Naraku must have some minions ready to attack them. But he didn't want to. Here was he alone with the woman he had secretly lusted after for so long, for twenty-four hours at least, and he wasn't doing anything. He must have gone insane.

"I suppose they are. But the sky seems all the same to me. I don't know, it's not often I take time to gaze at the heavens."

"You should. The stars are never this sharp in my time period. There's far too much smog and light to see them too well. It's been a while since I studied a star map but I bet I could find the North Star or Perseus on a night like tonight."

Kagome tilted her head back and let her eyes search across the night sky. Miroku lifted himself up hiked over to their handy, wee firewood stack, picking up some logs. Carefully he laid them across the fire, attempting to position them over the hottest ashes without burning his famous, world know fingers. Momentarily their clearing lit up. Miroku looked over to Kagome, expecting praise. Her head was still looking up.

"Having problems?" he asked, sitting down next too her.

"No, it's just harder than I imaged, thank you very much," she snippily replied, laying down on the grass to ease the growing tension in her neck. Miroku followed her down, laying his hands across his chest.

"When was the last time you looked at this star map?" he asked after the silence grew uncomfortable.

"Umm…four, five years ago?" Miroku found had nothing to say to this.

Kagome frowned, her eyes still darting over the vastness. "I can't find anything," she sighed, still keeping her eyes to the sky, "it all looks like black with little white specks too me.

"You have a severally untrained eye, Kagome," Miroku commented, turning over on his right side towards her.

"Oh, and you and your holy monk-it-tude can find said constellations?" she asked, turning to him, a smile gracing her face.

Miroku felt her breathe, her breath light and warm against his cheek. Kagome's eyes widened as she noticed the lack of space between their noses, yet made no motion to scoot back. Brown eyes met his. Miroku reached out his hand and grabbed hers, how tiny and delicate they were compared to his, and ran his thumb over her joints, carefully massaging her hand. A soft gasp escaped her lips, yet their eyes remained locked. He felt her heartbeat racing next to his. He reached up her arm, noticing the faint blush covered her nose and cheeks, and she quickly turned away to the other side, leaving her back for Miroku to look at.

"Do you know what this reminds me of?" she hurriedly stated, obviously trying to break the oddity and embarrassment of the situation.

"I could think of a few things," Miroku said, reaching out his hand to grasp the prize ignorantly left to him.

Kagome squealed before turning around and slapping him. "I wasn't thinking like that at ALL!" she stated, her face horridly red. "I was just thinking of this stupid game one of my friends told me about."

Miroku decided to let this pass [his face stung horribly] and was silent to show he was ready for her to explain. He didn't know what she was so freaked over. He'd been relatively good for the most part of the past week. Okay, day…er, hour.

"It's called the 'Haha Game' or something and you're supposed to lay on someone else's stomach and have someone lay on your stomach, forming a big chain, and say "Ha". Than the next person on your would say "Ha" and so on. The object is you're not supposed to laugh or you'll lose."

"Sounds reasonable," Miroku said, wondering why this she, of all subjects, was reminded of.

"No, it doesn't make any sense at all. I don't see how it'd work. And I mean, if you can stand to lay your head on that person's chest while they're breathing and not laugh, I don't see how the word 'Ha' would break you into hysterics."

"Well," said Miroku, standing up and shaking the invisible grass off his robe, "I would be happy to prove your theory if you would lay down, Kagome."

She seemed to have something to say to this, but thought better of it and laid down on the grass with her hands behind her head, ready for him. Miroku gently eased back down and lay his head down a bit too far up onto her chest. What followed was inevitable.

"Miroku!" she screamed, attempting to push him down with her hands.

"Would you prefer me to rest at the other extreme?"

"Off, OFF, OFF!" she shouted, kicking her legs and hitting his face with her hands. She did a quick roll with Miroku still on her stomach and left him to bonk his head on the solid ground.

"Ow," he muttered, rubbing the bump on the back of his head.

"Serves you right," Kagome said from a few feet away, sitting on her knees.

"Alright, alright," mumbled a frowning Miroku, turning over. "You win. Go ahead."

"What?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Come on and get on me."

"WHAT?!"

"You know what I mean! My stomach; lay on it. You want to prove your theory, right?"

Kagome didn't respond, she merely cautiously inched over on her knees. She started at him for a few seconds before easing herself down and resting her head on his ribcage.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Kagome snapped back.

"Do you feel anything?"

"No, I can hardly feel you breathing."

"Should I try the word?"

"Yes, that is what I'm here for."

"Ha," he said, forcing it out of his diaphragm. "Well?"

"Nope, nothing."

Miroku felt nothing else needed to be said. Kagome would get up and sit on the other end of the fire, yell at him for a while about being a pervert and how un-monk like that was, give some threat to keep him on his side that she wouldn't act out, and fall sleep. But amazing she stayed on his stomach, staring dreamily up into space.

"Your stomach is comfortable, Miroku," she said, as though to explain.

"So you're not affected by all my rippling muscles?"

She snorted, which lead into a giggling fit.

"Oh, so I'm fat now?"

"No, no silly, it's just you're clothing covers it. You're one big pillow in your robes, Miroku," Kagome said, her eyes still slightly out of focus.

There was the stillness of the forest around them again. Miroku felt his heartbeat decrease and his breathes enter at more spaced intervals. It was peaceful here. He could see living here after the jewel was completed, the stars, the quiet, the overpowering smell of Kagome barely out of the reach of his fingertips.

"I think I found Perseus," Kagome mumbled in a drowsy state.

"Where," Miroku asked, feeling consciousness closing back in.

"There," answered Kagome, raising her arm.

"No, no that's not right," said Miroku, sitting up, forgetting the Kagome on his stomach. But she moved with him, raising her head up and sliding herself back into Miroku's lap. He reached one arm protectively around her waist, forcing her closer to him, and with the other he held Kagome's hand, which still pointed upward.

"That," he said, pointing at the constellation with Kagome's hand, "is Andromeda, his beautiful wife he saved or stole, whichever you prefer. Perseus," he moved her arm slightly to the right, "is there."

"Whatever. They all look the same," she muttered, burying her head deeper into his chest.

"Ah, but Kagome," he said, guiding her hand to her chin and lifting it up, "they are of the most extreme differences; they are of man and of woman, of man and of wife."

"But why must they be so different?" she asked, retching her hand away and leaning forward.

"Because," he whispered, "one must always be dominant."

Miroku wrapped his arms around her frame and pressed his lips to Kagome's. She struggled at first, trying to push away, but after nibbling a bit at her lip she opened up her mouth for his tongue.

He wasted no time and forced his tongue into her, running over every crevice, every tooth, and every spot of her mouth to memorize. It was as he thought it be, sweet and untouched, he her obvious first. He stayed back for a few seconds, but with no slaps or outcries to stop him he deepened the kiss, going as far back as he dared to without gagging her. She moaned a little, than wrapped her arms around him and leaned forward. She fought for superiority, but he had already established himself to be the dominant. So she left him be for a few seconds before opening her eyes. A few times she kicked at him before placing her hands on his chest and pushing him off. She slid back to the outer most region of his lap.

"What?" Miroku asked, whipping at his lip.

Kagome said nothing for a while, taking in deep breathes as though they'd wipe the red of her face, before muttering, "That, that was completely wrong."

"So?" he asked, winding his arm around her again and drawing her a bit closer.

"You don't understand!" she said, elbowing his arm away, "I promised…"

"I know what you promised," Miroku whispered.

Kagome looked down, eyes sparkling and slowly seeping. A wet drop splattered his robes, than another and another. He pulled her back into his chest and waited as she sobbed, her shoulders convulsing, her breathes long and harsh, her eyes tearing hard. But Miroku was patient, this wasn't the first, and by the rate off things probably wouldn't be the last, time he'd had to comfort Kagome Higurashi. Whichever it was, some snide remark of Inuyasha's, a buildup of stress over a test, the horror at the latest slaughtered town, the grief she felt with knowing she had made this huge mess happen [no matter how many times he tried to convince her otherwise], or the dreaded confrontation of Kikyo and Inuyasha, whether she saw or just knew; Miroku had always been the one to heal to her grief. So he waited for her to collect herself.

"Do you love him?" he asked when her shoulders stop shaking.

"What…"

"Do you love Inuyasha?" he asked again, looking away.

"I don't…."

"Want to hear your crap," he finished for her. "Just answer the question, Kagome."

She slapped him. It burned harder than the first, knocking his breath out. He turned his head back, full of hate and pain, of hurt and anguish; he wanting to smack her back and scream till the hurt subsided. But her eyes were so cold, even as full of tears as they were; so frigid the gaze she gave him that he merely gaped at her.

"You stupid jerk, I said I don't know! I thought I might but Kikyo, and then you, and now I'm so screwed up I don't even know what to think! At one time I may have loved him but…but he hurt me, maybe too deeply to heal, and than you have to go confuse me more and more till my head hurts. But it doesn't matter. I promised him! I promised and I can't love you cause it would be wrong! And it'd break up our group and I promised and…"

"Shh," he said, pressing his fingers to her lips, "I know we can't…"

"Than why are you doing this!" she demanded.

"Cause this isn't happening."

That all but stopped her. Her mouth hung wide, unable to think of something to counter this. "But, but we're here and you kissed me and…"

"No I didn't," he interrupted, feeling his stomach sink ever lower, "that didn't happen. Like this isn't," he said, kissing her down her neck, feeling her tremble. "At most it could be a thought, a simple whim I wished come true. A beautiful dream is all this is."

"But Miroku…" she whimpered, but she never finished her sentence as he bit down.

"No words," he whispered, "no anything. This isn't real."

She than was hushed, and he kept kissing her along her neck bones. She reached into his robes, searching for the way to remove them, finally allowing Miroku to lift them over his head. Kissing her again, he worked his hand under her shirt, rubbing her breast and following her ribcage. He felt her struggle to keep from moaning, but she released it as he worked his hand down around her panty line. Breaking the kiss, he lifted her shirt above her head, watching he shiver and staring in amazement at the strange piece of cloth covering her breast. With a blush on her cheek, she reached back and removed the strange item. He sucked on her left breast while groping the other, enjoying the odd chirps and deep breaths she took. When done, she helped him take off the rest of his under clothing while he removed her skirt. He took off the red and pink panties with mouth and tongue, Kagome biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming. And so he had his love naked before him, and so he took her.

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Miroku awoke the next morning underneath his robes. Kagome's head lay resting on his chest; moving up and down with his breathing without laughing, he noted. Their legs were a mess of tangles, his arms around her waist while her hands held him at his side. Cautiously, he unraveled himself without waking her, and like he promised, the whole night went away and nothing happened. He dressing into his undergarments while leaving Kagome beneath the robe as a blanket, and taking the ax and buckets, headed out into the woods. He found he overestimated the miasma's strength, the worst of it had already cleared, and if he and Kagome could tie a cloth around their faces he was positive they could make it through. That'd make her happy, Shippo had been left with Inuyasha and Sango and Miroku was sure she'd be missing him. He chopped a few limps of a fallen tree, and found he could not find the stream from last night and returned to the campsite with one hand less heavy. She had already dressed so he put back on his robe and offered the firewood to her. Kagome took this with a slight nod and started to assemble the wood before lighting it with a match. They were both quiet, waiting for the other to break the silence.

"He won't be able to tell, will he?" Kagome asked as she poured some bottled water into the pot.

"Inuyasha has nothing to find out," Miroku said rather monotone.

She glared at him. He sighed and said, "No, he won't be able to tell. The spell I cast took care of that."

"Oh." Kagome continued her work, putting the pot over the fire, and adding the Ramen when the water boiled. Miroku joked this would make Inuyasha come find them, to which he and Kagome laughed half-heartedly to. Both ate breakfast sluggishly without looking at the other. When done Miroku told Kagome that the miasma had cleared up and they could make way with masks covering their mouths. Kagome commented that that was good, that Shippo was probably missing her, just as Miroku knew she would say. So he helped her load her things back into her gigantic yellow backpack, taking out to white handkerchiefs for masks. He relished the moment as his fingertips ran over her skin as he tied the thing behind her head, knowing she received the same feeling as she put his on. After helping her balance the backpack on her shoulders they walked out of their clearing, their secret place of passion neither would ever mention again, and into the forest, hand in hand, to find the others.

A/N: Blah, I mean hooray, I'm done. I'm pretty sure I got the constellations right [I researched it] but if I screwed up scream at me. Didn't really go into detail about Miroku's robe cause honestly, I don't know how it works and I assumed he just lifts them off his head. You can scream at me about that too if I got it wrong. And I'm sorry about leaving the smut out. I was hoping to keep this just R, and by leaving out the sex I would add to the mystery and qualities of the scene and story and blah blah blah. But in the truth it turns out I suck at writing smut, so yeah, you get the lovely morning after scene. That counts for something, doesn't it? Doesn't it? Come on. Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Review if I messed up or you liked it or whatever.

Signing Out,

Burning Candle