InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pink ❯ Pink ( One-Shot )

A/N: Okay, so this is a one-shot song fic to the song Pink by Aerosmith. It's really a fun song, and as always with my song fics I highly suggest you download it and listen to it while reading the fic, cause it's just a whole lot more enjoyable that way.

I had heard this song ages ago and loved it, but it wasn't until recently that I popped an old CD into my car stereo and when this song came on as I was driving by myself I got to thinking about this little scene in my head. I was wary about going this much into Miroku's head, though, and since he was the only one I could see this song with, I put off writing it. And it wasn't really easy for me to write because I really had to go into his head to write this fic and it was sometimes a little uncomfortable…however, Puck really pushed for it, so…shrugs There you go…(He really likes writing in Miroku's pov, I guess. )

Anyway, if you don't like it, blame him, not me. I'm innocent I tell ya! Innocent!

Puck raises an eyebrow “Well, after taking that little foray into Miroku's mind, you're not so innocent, anymore, are you?”

Em chucks a book at his head Shuddup!

So, yeah, I know I've been doing a lot of one-shots based on songs, but you know, I get my best inspiration based on songs, so…and here went Miroku having to get in on the act…you shoulda seen the way it left Puck for hours afterward (the laughter of the female fae he chased all over my apartment is still ringing in my ears), so I hope you all enjoy the fruits of my sacrifice! .

Ratings: Yeah, so this is a peek into Miroku's head, so that should be enough to warn you about ratings. It's not really dirty, nothing explicit is explained or detailed, but it does get a little grimy, if'n you know what I mean? .

Pink
By: Emania

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`Up, down, up, down, up, down…' Miroku's head shifted to the side as he timed the movements to the beat of her steady pace. `Such a steady, even pace…' he mused, quite philosophically, he thought. Steady like sound of her feet hitting the compact dirt in the companionable silence that had settled over them…steady like a heartbeat…like his heartbeat…

“Houshi-sama?”

Miroku blinked himself out of his thoughts and looked up, smiling inquiringly at Sango. “Yes, Sango?”

“Are you certain you wish to walk behind me?” she asked, the tone of her voice clearly confused.

Miroku could tell she wanted to ask why he insisted on walking behind her, but was stopping herself from going that far. “Quite certain, Sango-sama,” he insisted.

“But there's plenty of space for both of us to walk…” she was somewhat suspicious of his decision. Finally, that suspicion got the better of her notions of propriety. “Why?”

“I enjoy the view…”

“What?”

He had answered all too truthfully, without bothering to think about it and at her question, realized what he had said. `Kuso!' he cursed himself. “Eh…” he hedged. “The view,” he motioned around them. “It is a fine view for…” he faltered his eyes searching around him at the lush forest, finally settling on her inquiring eyes once again. “Covering your behind…” he mentally slapped himself. “…er…back.” `Quick thinking, Miroku,' he berated. “To make certain that nothing takes you from behind…” `E gads, monk!' he berated himself. `You can do better than that!' He forced a pleasant looking smile on his face, hiding the anxiety from his eyes. “Or sneaks up behind us and…” he searched for a reason. “…and if it does, I am more free to use the Kazaana without fear of doing you…eh…harming you should you be too close.”

Internally, he was wincing, waiting for the inevitable clonk on the head. `Next time, monk, don't open your mouth until you are certain of what you're going to say!' Suddenly, he was very glad he had stayed a few paces behind her. Of course, Hiraikotsu could reach easily, but…

She blinked at him for a few moments and he took the time to detail the pinkish tone on her eyelids…the soft pink of her pursed lips…he followed the line of color along the swell of her breast and down past her ribcage, the delicate waist…curving around her delectable hip and…

Noting that she had lost his attention to other matters and unable to do anything since he had not attempted to breach propriety by touching or comment, and she couldn't really stop where his eyes traveled, she huffed and turned, continuing to walk.

`Ah, yes…' he finished following the trail of pink on her armor…to the perfect swell of her backside. His head inevitably cocked to the side again as he watched the perfect mound shift up and down with each step.

`Like a…pink…heartbeat…' he thought as he followed. `Undulating up and down, up, down, up, down…'

`Funny,' he thought idly. How he never really noticed how warm the color made him feel. Warm like he was wrapped up in the folds of a warm blanket in front of a roaring hearth…with her…with her blankets…in her blankets…in her folds…

He mentally shook his head and suppressed a groan, but the steady up, down continued and it was hard to discontinue his previous train of thought.

`Warm? It was damn hot…' he thought. He smiled to himself. Just like it would be with her arms wrapped around him...he would be warm indeed with her cuddled in his arms…wrapped around her…held inside her…

He shook the train of thought once again. `Thought of cuddling, good,' he told himself. `Thoughts of more…baaad…' he chastised. He refrained from lifting his hand to the new bump that was still sore on the crown of his head. `Very bad,' he amended. He realized his head had turned slightly to the other side as his gaze had shifted once again to the pink spot, taunting…teasing him…

Up, down, up, down, up down…

`Oh, yes…very bad…' he exhaled. `He had been a very bad boy…'

He blinked himself out of those thoughts and straightened his head, his bearing once more restored to its proper level. Calm, cool…collected. But inside…inside he was quite the opposite…he was boiling, blistering from the heat that one…one little color brought out in him.

`Ah, pink,' he sighed mentally. `It's my new obsession,' he admitted to himself. `Pink,' he repeated, his steps unconsciously falling into the rhythm of her up, down, up, down… `it's not even a question.'

He stopped walking inches shy of tripping over a rock when he realized that Sango had turned around to glare at him. He rose his eyes, easily slipping into his innocent face, it was like breathing for him now, after all, and he smiled at her. “Did you need something, Sango-sama?”

Sango narrowed her eyes at him, but he was too far away from her to have actually been trying anything, so she frowned, trying to figure out what it was. “What are you doing?” she asked finally.

Miroku focused on her lips and his smile spread into a grin. `Pink on the lips of your lover,