InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Inu Yasha Themes ❯ Nightmare ( Chapter 5 )

 

Nightmare

 

Through the swirling fog, it hovered before his eyes like a mirage - no matter how he tried to close in, it was always that one step further away; enticing him, tormenting him. Untouchable.

He couldn't take his eyes off it: the gentle sway; the way the obi's dangling strands framed the graceful curves with licentious, passionate red…

The ripple of muscle underneath the skin-tight cloth, partially obscured behind a coral-pink curtain - like some ancient, highborn temptress hiding behind her sleeves in a steamy Heian romance.

So very, very close…

Just two feet…

Begging him.

The barrier crackled. His hand jerked back to tightly grip the only staff public decency allowed him to hold onto, as another wave of nausea surged through him.

Thanks to this day, he now believed it possible for a monk to experience sublime purity and hate every moment of it.

Forcing his suffering body back into motion, he once more fell into step behind her. Her suspicion over his odd behaviour was growing with each passing moment. He could see her, once more glancing back towards him, dark eyes gloriously shaded by long lashes. He was transfixed by the way her ponytail was displaced by the motion to expose the soft, supple skin of her neck, the way that black uniform tightened across her shoulder-blades and down her spine to those delectable curves now in profile as her upper body turned slightly towards him.

Merciful Buddha! This woman didn't even know what she was doing to him!

The thought of what she could do to him - if she ever actively tried - was very nearly enough to drive the monk to his knees, his stomach heaving violently.

Miroku was no longer in any doubt at all: Mount Hakurei wasn't salvation.

It was hell.

 

 

FIN.