InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Impoverished Heir ❯ The Pieces Just don't Fit ( Chapter 8 )

Recommended listening for the first scene: “Don't Cry” by Guns and Roses. Original version if you can get it, or just buy the Best of Album that just came out. Got it now? Good. Go to track eight and read. Are you really listening to it? Hurry up and put those headphones on. Okay, let's go.

Much thanks to the comments at Ff.net and MM. They've been much appreciated and I hope to answer a few questions with this chapter. Or at least one very big one. Listening to your cd's? Good.

 

Disclaimer: Penpaninu does not claim to own Inuyasha nor is getting paid to write this. Hopefully this writer won't be paid in flames.

 

“Impoverished Heir” chapter eight

The Pieces Just Don't Fit

 

Inuyasha heard his own ragged breathing high through his sensitive ears as Sango's nimble fingers disappeared beneath his waistband. The elastic moved against her wrist as her hand moved beneath the fabric, finding Inuyasha's stiffness and enticing his warm flesh to harden further.

“Sango…” Inuyasha said breathlessly. She shut him up with a damaging kiss, pushing hard against him. Their teeth scraped against each other. His arms fell open, then hugged her close.

“Whoa, whoa wait…Sango…. Ah!” he gasped when she tugged on his head and fisted his length. She panted eagerly against his ear and his hands twitched against her back.

“What?” she murmured. Inuyasha was passing the point of no return. He wanted nothing more than to take his friend and forget his sorrow from that night. Sango had to be driven over some edge to even be pushing for him at all…. and with Miroku and Kagome…

Inuyasha took her wrist firmly, dragging her hand out of his boxers. They panted in each other's faces.

“What's up? Why you doing this?” Inuyasha asked simply. His tongue felt heavy with liquor, but his mind was suddenly clearing. His arousal wanted finishing, but he crossed his legs closed. There was something wrong here. He knew this more than he knew anything in his life; an alcohol-induced epiphany.

“I need you, Yasha. I need something…” Sango murmured. Tears filled her eyes. Inuyasha tensed and panicked when she leaned close again, but she leaned close for comfort than passion.

Inuyasha touched his lap, and willed himself under a semblance of control. Easy, boy. Down. “Sango…what happened, huntress? You know we're friends now, you know this,” he urged her gently. His fierce friend and adopted sister held onto his neck. Real tears wet his chest and he petted her hair with rhythmic caresses.

“Miroku….Miroku…. he…. He doesn't want me!” Sango sobbed. Inuyasha tried not to laugh but a chuckle escaped his lips. Sango looked up, hurt.

“He doesn't want you! Sango, when does he not want you?” he chided gently. Sango shook her head.

“I tried to…you know…. this…” she gestured at their closeness. Inuyasha made a committal sound and shifted uncomfortably. “And he said he couldn't!”

“Okay,” Inuyasha said carefully, trying to sort through this. He gently stole away from her arms and stood up. Sango looked at the tent in his boxers and blushed.

“I'll be…right back… don't go anywhere, Sango!” Inuyasha cursed. He stumbled out to the communal rest room, keeping his eyes on the floor. If he ignored any yahoo that was in there pissing, he wouldn't have to put up with any shit. He groaned, and closed himself in a stall. He brought out his little friend and fisted him. Three quick strokes ended it. Inuyasha sighed, quirking an eyebrow at the wall of the stall. A small streak of white marked his territory and he made his way back out to his apartment.

Inuyasha sighed and joined Sango on his floor again. “Miroku said he didn't want you?” he brought up. Sango nodded and leaned her tear-streaked face on his shoulder.

 

This didn't sound like their friend who had slept with about anything that had gone out with him before. Inuyasha had a hard time thinking that Miroku didn't want their huntress. He had wanted her since school it seemed. He tried to sort the pieces in his pounding head. ”What did he say exactly? He may have been trying to wait for something?”

“He said… he said to stop… and that he couldn't!” Sango wiped her wet cheek with one balled up fist and sat apart from Inuyasha. Her friend looked down at his lap and sighed.

“And you're feeling put off because he's been intimate with everyone else?” Inuyasha asked. He pushed his cup of vodka aside and regarded his weeping huntress.

“I've waited for him for years! And he finally is with me and won't BE with me? Does Miroku hate me, Yasha? Why is he doing this to me?” the confused woman wailed. Inuyasha shook his head and cupped her cheek.

“Did you happen to think he may want to savor being with you?” Inuyasha gently suggested. Sango shook her head.

“No, but… I just want him to want me,” Sango said miserably. Inuyasha resolved to call Miroku up and demand what was going on in the morning.

“He does want you! Sango, he's told me for years now that he wants you; that he loves you and wants you. Just believe in him, even if this went bad tonight. Trust him, Sango, and talk to him!” Inuyasha insisted.

`He loves me…' the words struck home and Sango's tears stopped. She looked at her disheveled half dressed friend and nodded.

“I…I will…Yasha…. Are you mad at me?” she asked meekly. Inuyasha thumbed a tear from her cheek and kissed her brow tenderly. He tasted sweat from their earlier inebriation.

“No, I'm not mad, Sango…. We just can't go back to what we almost did once years ago,” he said seriously. Sango reflected that his eyes looked very sad. She hugged his neck gently.

“How can I ever apologize to Kagome-chan about this?” Sango looked absolutely miserable. Inuyasha laughed weakly.

“There's nothing to forgive, so there's nothing to tell. We haven't crossed the line yet,” Inuyasha said resolutely. His lap was calming down and he hugged his friend close. His boxers rode up his thighs as he moved. Sango accepted his comfort and closed her eyes.

“I just have to ask Miroku why he did that…and hope he wants me.” Sango never felt more afraid in her life about that. Even when she had beat up the captain of the school's football team and shoved him in a locker, she had been fearless. But asking a man she loved for years his feelings towards intimacy…. she felt fit to be tied.

 

“It'll be okay, Sango…. it really will,” Inuyasha urged. Sango stood and adjusted her slip of a top. Inuyasha looked away from the swell of her breasts.

“I better head home. I'm sorry for ruining your night, Yasha,” Sango said sheepishly. Inuyasha stood to hug her and escort her out.

“Don't worry, Sango. You didn't ruin anything Kouga hadn't already started,” he bit out bitterly. Sango quirked a fine eyebrow and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“What did he do? Is this why you're not at Kagome-chan's tonight?” she asked.

Inuyasha sighed, his heart breaking. `While I'm here, my girl needs mending…'

“Nothing I can't help her with,” he vowed. “See you tomorrow, huntress…”

Sango accepted another kiss to the forehead from her old friend and left to get home.

 

Inuyasha closed his door and leaned against it. He slid down it to sit down, his tank top riding up to his chest with the movement. He held his head in his hands then opened his eyes. The dark-haired man pushed his mane over his shoulder, crawled the step to his cell phone and clicked it open. Kagome had said she needed to be alone tonight, but he still could not stop the desire to show he wanted to be near her.

`Miss you. Will come to you tomorrow. -Inu' he clicked into a text message. The young man sighed and closed the phone.

“Thanks for the phone, Sango…. But I'm not paying you with what I can't give,” Inuyasha murmured. He suddenly wrote another text, meanly jabbing at Miroku.

`Get it together! S confused!' he typed and laughed. He was going to drag this mess out of his best friend if it killed him.

 

Inuyasha turned out his lamp and crawled into his rumpled futon and pulled his blankets over him. His member twitched but he ignored his arousals, willing himself flaccid so he could sleep.

 

* * * *

 

Miroku stared at his alarm clock, his eyes bloodshot. The red digital numbers mocked him and his lack of sleep. The priest's son sat up and rubbed his palms against his eyes. He had had a restless night. Ever since Sango had stormed out, cracking the ceiling above his front door, he had to deal with a talking to from his upstairs neighbors, and a lonely night of berating himself and his actions.

He had wanted her. He had wanted nothing more than to run to his room for a condom and to give Sango what she wanted. It shocked him that she wanted him so much and almost cowed his passions. She had wanted him as long as he had wanted her, Miroku was sure of it. His own actions over the years certainly didn't speak of his desires for her, and it made Miroku wince as he went over each action of the night before.

“You don't want me… even when you're this stiff?” Miroku heard Sango's words in his mind once more and saw her confused hurt eyes, her beautiful half-bare form that was his alone. He groaned and held his head. His short unbound hair hung over his neck. `That's not it at all, Sango. I've wanted you from the moment I met you…'

 

Miroku stood up and stretched. His t-shirt rode up on his stomach with the movement and he blinked the sleep from his eyes. He had to do something today about all of this or he couldn't get through the day. Sango had his heart after all.

He checked his text messages and winced at Inuyasha's. Sango was one to go to him for comfort and companionship after he had turned her aside for another girl, then another, then another. His best friend knew their huntress almost more than he did and would have some advice how to go about this. Miroku didn't have to be in work until night, so he would stop by Inuyasha's morning vocation and heed the guru's words.

 

He had to make the effort or die trying. Miroku clenched his fist over his chest and tried to unfold the tension surrounding his heart. His huntress had a tight grip on him and he would heed the call.

 

* * * *

 

Inuyasha blew at a stubborn lock of hair that escaped the hold of his cap and fell onto his nose. He looked out over the crowds at the counter, Megumi hurrying back and forth by him with sandwiches for orders. When one didn't know a single face that stared back at him, a whole room of people could fade to one nonexistent entity that was beneath his attention. Until recognition slammed one familiar person into focus and sharply outlined each line of the face while the rest of the world sat on the back burner.

Inuyasha noted the earrings, the tied back dragon tail, and the casual dress clothes meant for the secretary's position they both worked at night. His best friend had come to Wacdonald's for a greasy lunch, was that it? Inuyasha put the humor aside and raised an eyebrow at this dejected-looking friend.

“You. We're going to talk when I get on break. Don't go anywhere,” Inuyasha warned, calling over two businessmen at Miroku. His friend grinned uneasily and nodded, his small dragon tail waving.

“I'll be waiting, Yash. Can I get a large coke, Megumi-chan?” Miroku asked smoothly. Megumi giggled at the counter and straightened her cap self-consciously. Inuyasha shook his head and violently salted some fries.

When the tyrant manager let Inuyasha off for his break, he set his tray opposite Miroku and sat down. Miroku regarded his best friend as he pulled his cap off and ran his fingers through sweat-soaked bangs. Inuyasha sighed and winced as his fingers came up sticky.

“Too much grease,” he complained. Miroku sipped his coke as Inuyasha dug into his sandwich.

“I only got fifteen minutes, so make the best of my time,” Inuyasha warned. Miroku sighed and propped his chin on his hand.

“Sango…. Did Sango talk to you?” he asked weakly. Inuyasha nodded.

“She sure did. She came over wailing about you not wanting her. What's THAT about, Miro?” Inuyasha asked. Flecks of lettuce flew out of his mouth as he talked while chewing.

“You know I want her, Yash! Get off my case,” Miroku warned. Inuyasha nodded and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

“So what exactly did you DO to make her think you didn't?” Inuyasha swore lowly. His protectiveness of his adoptive sister pitched his voice menacingly. Miroku twiddled his thumbs then buried his head in his hands.

“We were getting close last night… you know, and things were getting hot. I was so ready to…. I just wanted to. She wanted to, too… and then, I dunno. I just couldn't go through with it!” Miroku muttered. Inuyasha smirked.

Miroku peered at him through his fingers. “Care to tell me why that's funny?” he growled.

“You know, when a man our age gets that problem, it usually is irregular...” Inuyasha noted clinically and Miroku scowled.

“That's not what I meant!” he exclaimed. A mother at the next booth shot the priest's son the Look of Death (patented and used by all irate customers). Miroku shielded his face with his hand and shook his head at the longhaired youth.

“Well what happened? She was really upset. You've upset her for years you know,” Inuyasha idly commented. Miroku slammed his head up and down on the table.

“Excuse me, young man, if you could stop distracting my child from eating!” the mother shrilly suggested. Inuyasha choked on his Big Mac and Miroku shot him a disgruntled look.

“So sorry to inconvenience YOU…” he mumbled to the woman. She turned back to her slobbering four year old, strangely mollified at the half-assed excuse for an apology. Apparently all she had wanted to hear were the words, not the intent behind them.

“So why did you stop in the middle if it wasn't a problem?” Inuyasha asked. He checked his wristwatch and ate his fries.

Miroku tapped his long fingers on the tabletop. “I just…. I just…. Dammit, Yash, you ever been with a girl, and after you've put it in and done the deed, you never want to see her again?”

Inuyasha paused with a fry en route to his mouth and quirked an eyebrow to the heavens.

“Yeah, I can say I've been there,” he said dryly, remembering the few fast girls he had been with during school before he grew a conscience. Kagome's shy smile filled his mind. He blushed and chewed. “So what does that have to do with Sango?”

“I don't intend to leave her afterwards, and I'm afraid habit might make me. That's why I couldn't give in,” Miroku tried to explain. Inuyasha shook his head.

“Miro. You are one messed up man,” he commented. Miroku flushed with anger.

“I'm trying to tell you my reasons and you insult me!” he flared. Inuyasha held up a hand as the mother turned to glare at them again.

“Heh, it's just the truth, man. Look, Sango's not the type of girl to do and dump. Glad to hear that's not the case,” Inuyasha said.

“Thanks,” Miroku said glumly.

“You're just scared to try a new path, Miro. What did your father tell you about that? There's gotta be a lesson here,” Inuyasha teased. Miroku sighed.

“There's knowing the path, and walking the path,” he quoted. Inuyasha smiled.

“Sounds like your old man knows what he's talking about. You know what to do and what to do right, just…do it. Get over the option of leaving the scene, and go have sex,” Inuyasha grinned. The mother sighed, exasperated. The men ignored her.

“I can do that,” Miroku laughed. “I just…. Sango's different. I have to stay with her.”

“You do that,” Inuyasha advised. “Now if you need any condoms…”

“Takahashi! Get back on the clock! Now!” The tyrant manager called. Inuyasha sighed and wished her dumpy form to disappear back into the office. He stood, adjusted his cap on his head and moved his ponytail over his shoulder.

“…You're on your own. You have more money to buy them!” he laughed. Miroku picked up a fry on Inuyasha's discarded tray and tossed it at him as he walked back to the counter.

“Thanks, Yash. I'll see you later,” Miroku called. Inuyasha waved one hand in the air and disappeared in the back to wash up.

 

* * * *

 

“Sesshomaru-san, if I could have a moment of your time?” Myoga asked. Sesshomaru looked up from his large desk and nodded absently.

“Come in, please, then, Myoga-san,” Sesshomaru gestured with his hand.

The old businessman ambled in, his arms clasped behind his ample waist. The longhaired young man looked up at him through his bangs. Strange when you half glazed your eyes, how someone you've known all of your life didn't look the way you thought they ought to look…

“What have you found, Myoga-san?” Sesshomaru got down to it. The old businessman searched through his jacket pockets and pulled out an ancient looking pipe. Sesshomaru would have sworn it was made of wood, if he hadn't seen it several times when he was a boy and Myoga had come to talk to Father. Myoga patted a thumb of tobacco into the pipe and reached for a lighter.

“I've had a `talk' with Takeyoshi about our young Rin-kun,” Myoga noted. Sesshomaru watched the tobacco spark up and puff out into clouds of smoke from the aged man's face. His white whiskers stuck straight out from his face.

“You asked where she was acquired from?” Sesshomaru murmured. His loins ached at the mere mention of his girlfriend and he was thankful Myoga had a preternatural ability to know when she was not in his office to come report to him.

“I did, Sesshomaru-san. Takeyoshi has always been stolid in the past, but as of late he's let some of his personality slip and I fear a taint on his side,” Myoga said cryptically. Sesshomaru nodded. His father's old friend spoke in sage-like terms that would have irked a more impatient man. Sesshomaru was if anything, his father's son. He would know how to handle the ancient lingo.

“You think he has an angle sending Akiyama Rin here,” Sesshomaru came to the point. Myoga nodded and puffed hard on his pipe. He blew a wreath circle of smoke into the air and watched it dissipate into the air.

“I do think that, Sesshomaru-san. His offshore accounts have been highly active before Onigumo's influence. He claims Rin is merely a college friend of his daughters, but I think otherwise. Perhaps Rin-kun is a bargaining piece to keep you in hand. Or she could be a mole,” Myoga offered as lightly as if they were discussing where to go for lunch. Sesshomaru clenched his hand over his knee until he felt his knuckles would pop.

“She very well could be…. So I will keep in mind everything you have told me,” Sesshomaru said smoothly. He fingered the ends of his ponytail before abandoning the pretense at grooming. Rin liked to play with his hair after all.

“Sesshomaru-san. I must advise you to go carefully with Akiyama Rin. If my suspicions are correct then she could have a hand in…” Myoga began. Sesshomaru looked up, his eyes icy.

“I know what you mean,” his words were clipped and angry. “I will decide if she is involved, and if she is, what to do with her.”

“Tread carefully, young master, that is all I advise,” Myoga sweat-dropped. He mopped at his brow with a handkerchief as he left. Sesshomaru waited until he left then leaned his brow against his folded hands. If Rin was a part of the tricks Takeyoshi seemed to have been part of…. He knew what he would have to do to a stain against his family name. Sesshomaru's dark thoughts were interrupted by a feminine giggle and small hands danced against his shoulders.

Sesshomaru tried not to think of how he utterly relaxed whenever Rin's hands were on him. His shoulders went slack under her ministrations and he leaned his head back with a small groan.

“Rin,” he said simply in greeting. Rin leaned close so that he felt the graze of her breast against his arm, and her lips traced his earlobe. Sesshomaru felt an icy shiver travel from his spine down to his rear. It was not unpleasant however.

“I missed you, Sessh,” she confessed, her cheeks pink in a blush. “You didn't stay over last night.”

“I had work, and I was too exhausted to…. Give you my full attentions,” Sesshomaru's lips moved upwards into a smirk as he turned in his chair. His hand ran through his secretary's loose dark hair and cupped the nape of her neck. Rin let herself be pulled down for a kiss.

“Hmm…” Rin murmured gently in Sesshomaru's mouth. His tongue stroked against hers. Sesshomaru chuckled lowly in response and pulled Rin across his lap. They shared a long kiss, hands idly moving over each other. Sesshomaru's heart felt uneasy even as his body felt so good in her hands. This couldn't be wrong, SHE couldn't be wrong when this felt so right…

“You always know how to touch me, Sessh… I love being close to you like this,” Rin said with as much complete honesty as Sesshomaru could tell. His heart lurched and thudded hard against his chest. Rin ran a hand over his heart and kissed his neck. Sesshomaru leaned back in his chair, his knees spread to accommodate the weight of Rin. His head tilted back and a strangled moan lazily made its way out of his throat as he stared at the ceiling. Rin's hands were inside his half unbuttoned shirt, caressing his muscular form with gentle caresses. Her ministrations were more sweet than arousing and it made Sesshomaru feel strange to be this close to someone without intending to finish with an orgasm.

“You know how to touch me, too… you treat me so well,” Sesshomaru found himself saying. His words could have been merely polite, but his heart surged, adding warmth to them. Rin's fast flushed and she ducked her head under his chin to kiss the area of his chest over his heart.

“Your heart, it beats so fast. It makes you sound so strong,” she said openly. Her fingers traced over his heated flesh and Sesshomaru turned her chin up to his face.

“It beats strong because of you,” he confessed and felt a path open up that could lead to his very destruction. Sesshomaru ignored the warning and pulled Rin up into another long kiss. He wound up asleep with his face pressed against her breasts. Rin held him in her arms and ran her fingers through his long hair, singing softly.

Sesshomaru went to sleep dreaming of his mother, of Izayoi and of being inside Rin. And he had a nice nap in his office.

 

Rin's eyes were sad however and she held onto him with deep affection that, to an outsider, seemed genuine.

 

* * * *

 

Inuyasha called Kagome as he left Wacdonald's, and talked to her quietly as he rode the bus to his office job downtown. She was doing well that day, and missed him, but she pleaded for a little more time apart. Inuyasha gave in and gave that to her, but he told her he missed her and would continue missing her until he was with her again.

“I know, Inuyasha… do you want to set a breakfast date for tomorrow?” she asked faintly. Inuyasha smiled softly.

“You know it. I can hardly get through the night,” he confessed. Kagome sighed.

“Call me later?” she asked. Inuyasha confirmed and hung up as the bus stopped near Onikage offices.

By the time he came into the office, his best friend was staring at his computer screen and chanting a mantra to himself. Miroku's hands were clenched, a string of prayer beads between his tightly clasped fingers. Inuyasha set his backpack down at his small desk and booted up his computer.

“You know, it works much better on,” Inuyasha spoke up loudly. He swung his dark ponytail over his shoulder and sat down. Kikyo walked down the other corridor of desks, talking to Sugimaru and Toshio. Inuyasha slouched in his chair.

“I'm praying,” Miroku informed, his eyes still closed. He chanted lowly a few more minutes then wrapped up, opening his eyes, leaning back in his chair and turning on his computer. The screen glowed softly and booted up to the start up menu.

“Did you talk to Sango? I texted you,” Inuyasha said. He put his worries over Kagome aside for the briefest of moments.

“I got it, Yash. And I'm going to see her after work. I'll head over to her apartment,” Miroku said nervously. Inuyasha shook his head.

“Good luck. You're going to need it,” he confessed. One couldn't tell if Sango would hold onto her anger, and take one of her family heirloom weapons to the priest's son, or if she would listen to him. Inuyasha fervently hoped for the latter.

“I know,” Miroku muttered. “I just hope she'll let me in.”

“And that Kirara doesn't go berserk,” Inuyasha added. He was the only male that Kirara let into the apartment and around her mistress, strangely enough.

“Cat scratch fever,” Miroku mumbled. He started typing, chewing on a pencil. He balanced it between his lips, then clapped his teeth around it. Inuyasha's ear longed to twitch at the sound as he sipped at a cup of water.

“You'll call me and tell me how it went?” Inuyasha asked as the evening wound to a close. Miroku nodded.

“Thanks for yelling at me earlier, Yash. I needed some words of wisdom,” he smirked, but his eyes indicated his nervousness. Inuyasha waved.

“Go make it worth her while, Miroku. She's been waiting a long time for this,” Inuyasha said. Miroku's chest puffed out and he nodded. With a final wave, the priest's son ran to the nearest subway station, his dragon's tail and jacket bannering in his wake. Inuyasha sighed and wished Kagome were with him that moment.

“Oh, Inuyasha-kun! I was wondering if you had a moment,” Kikyo called. Inuyasha sweat-dropped and took his silent wish back.

 

* * * *

 

Sango sat on the carpet in her living room, her legs tucked under her. Kirara was in her lap, mewing softly as her mistress stroked her white fur with long gentle fingers. Sango had just finished talking to her little brother on the phone, boosting his confidence effectively.

“Just go out! Kohaku, you're a good guy, and girls will go for you! Just go out to the club with your friends, and have a good time,” Sango urged. Kohaku laughed and hung up, leaving Sango with silence. She stroked Kirara's ears and her cat lifted her eyes to the tall woman, giving a soft mew.

“I know, Kirara. But he wouldn't come here. You hate him,” Sango said idly. Kirara seemed to smirk and mewed again.

Just when Sango was ready to turn out her lamps and call the whole day a washed up mess, there was a knock at the door. The young woman arched an eyebrow and stood up, depositing Kirara onto the floor. The cat took no offense, taking the free moment to wash her paws until her mistress had opened the door.

“Miroku! What are you doing here?” Sango asked, bewildered. Her priest's son was rumpled from work at the Onikage offices, his dress shirt un-tucked and hanging loosely around his belt and hips. Kirara arched her back and hissed.

“Hi, Sango,” Miroku said sheepishly. His bangs looked tousled, as if he had just swept his hand through it before knocking. Sango found the messy appearance touching.

“What is it? You could have called,” she said, leaning on her arm across the doorway. Miroku sighed, and he truly looked sad.

“I didn't just want to do this over the phone, so I had to come see you… can I come in?” Miroku asked politely, his deep voice lowering powerfully. Sango felt his tone invoking powerful feelings within her as it was prone to do. You have to be strong, Sango…

“Yes, you can come in. Let me put Kirara in the bathroom,” Sango said. Miroku stepped out of his shoes at the entryway, and watched the sway of Sango's hips as she picked up Kirara and disappeared into the other room. He had barely ten seconds to compose himself before she came back.

`Okay, you got me into this mess… now you have to help get me out of it,' Miroku thought, staring down at his lap.

“Miroku?” Sango asked and Miroku's heart lurched at the tone she used.

“Sango, I haven't done the right things with you. I certainly haven't said the right things to you either,” Miroku began. He took Sango's hands in his and rubbed his thumbs over the back of them.

“Miroku, why are you…” she murmured. Miroku looked into her face and smiled nervously.

“What I meant last night was not that I didn't want you. You saw how much I wanted to spend the night,” Miroku blushed. Sango leaned closer.

“Then why couldn't you? Is it me?” she asked shyly. Miroku kissed her hand.

“No…. no, never think that,” he said. “In my past experiences, when I sleep with someone…. It's because I'm ready to move onto somebody else.”

Sango flushed, with confusion and anger. “So you didn't sleep with me because…”

“I want to be with you. But I don't want it to mean that's the end of our relationship,” Miroku said honestly. Sango looked at him, truly seeing him. She saw his soft earnest eyes, his lips parted as he spoke, his dark bangs settling against his face.

“It won't be, Miroku… it's a big step and I've wanted it with you,” she said softly. Miroku kissed her gently, then with growing passion. Sango gasped when his lips parted from hers, her eyes half glazed.

“I've wanted you for years, Sango. I just wasn't secure enough to let you know,” Miroku said. He enfolded Sango in his arms and pulled her tightly against him. Sango gasped when his hands found her breasts and roamed her aching body. She clung to him, fisting his shirt with her hands. Miroku stood and picked her up into his arms. Sango's fingers pressed hard into his shoulders as he walked to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

 

End for now

The memory of throwing a guy into a locker is real, but it is not mine. My brother-in-law's sister was the fearless one, and made the guys fear her so much that when my brother-in-law attended her high school, he was never beat on.

Miroku's line was mostly taken from The Matrix. The first one before it went to crap. This inu finished this up listening to “Feel Good Inc” by Gorillaz. That music video kicked ass.

Most sincerely yours, penpaninu Sessh 4/12/06