InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Rock This ❯ Questions and Answers ( Chapter 9 )

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Inuyasha sighed heavily as he finished ordering something to eat. He had gone home and showered again before going to meet Miroku down at a neighborhood cafe. A knit cap was pulled down low on his head, hiding his ears. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his zip up hoodie covered the claws. He really had to get a new necklace, and soon. He hated wearing hats. They squished his ears. So it was a very annoyed hanyou that was sitting and waiting. Of course Miroku was late. As usual. The bell over the door finally clanged, announcing his entrance.

 

“Hey man, what's going on?” Miroku said as he slid into the booth across from Inuyasha.

 

“Keh.”

 

“So that good then. Nice.”

 

“Yeah yeah. You know me, just a bundle of joy and good cheer.”

 

“Uh huh. SOOOO, what happened last night?” Miroku asked, elbows propped up on the table.

 

“You just get right down to it don't you? You're like a chick sometimes, I swear.” Inuyasha grumped. He was hoping to at least eat something before getting to play twenty questions.

 

“Yeah, like a chick, whatever. So what happened last night?” Miroku asked again.

 

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” The stubborn hanyou crossed his arms. If Miroku wanted to play it this way then he was going to at least make him work a bit for it.

 

“You know, with Kagome, that hot ass friend of Sango's.”

 

Inuyasha growled low in his throat. No one should be talking about Kagome like that. Especially this lecher.

 

“A little touchy aren't we?” Miroku smirked. He knew exactly what to say to rile his friend up. “She is very cute after all. And a great musician too I hear.” He smirked again as Inuyasha's growl become louder and more dangerous.

 

His growl stopped after a minute and he sighed heavily. Miroku wasn't likely to give it up any time soon, so he might as well get it over with. “She's a miko.” The agitated half demon ground out.

 

“SHE'S A WHAT?” The monk all but shouted. Once the other people in the shop stopped staring he continued in a lower voice. “She's a miko? Seriously? Well how did that go?” He asked, knowing that some mikos considered it their duty to get rid of demons and their offspring, while others just didn't mind one way or the other. They realized that demons, like humans, have the capacity to be evil or good. Not to mention that mikos with true spiritual powers were very few and far between. He himself had only run across one other in his lifetime.

 

“She didn't know.” Inuyasha muttered into his coffee.

 

“WHAT!” Miroku yelled again, earning more glares from the surrounding customers.

 

“She asked me about my ears, and I freaked. She thought they were fake until I moved them.”

 

“Really? Wow. So you are telling me she had no idea that demons were real, and that she has spiritual powers. What was her reaction?” Miroku asked.

 

Inuyasha froze, feeling her fingers nimbly caressing his ears again and a shiver moved down his spine directly to his groin at the remembered touch.

 

Miroku, not ever to be called slow, took in his friend's glassy eyes and slight tremor. “So I'm guessing it was a good thing?” Once his chuckle reached Inuyasha's ears it snapped him out of his daze.

 

“Umm yeah, sort of.” His mind wandered again, this time to the shot in the nuts. “Well not all of it. First she gave me a pretty good knee plant.”

 

“Knee plant? Not the …” Miroku trailed off, unconsciously cupping his most treasured part.

 

“Yeah apparently I scared her at first.” Inuyasha smirked, thinking of her fiery reaction to his aggression. “Then once she calmed down a little, we talked and I tried to explain some of demonic basics 101. Then she got all jumpy again and took off. That's when we came back inside and she left.”

 

Miroku looked at Inuyasha's face, knowing that there were some things that he must have missed. More like things that Inuyasha had omitted. Now the hard part, trying to pry it out of him. It was too early to get him drunk, so what to do, what to do…

 

A smirked crossed the semi-holy man's face as he decided on a course of action. Inuyasha was tearing into his newly arrived food like a starving man, so now was the perfect time to catch him off guard. He slowly tapped his chin.

 

“I wonder what Kagome was up to last night after she left? I mean, she left so suddenly.” Noticing that he now had Inuyasha's full attention he smiled inwardly. This girl had successfully made him forget about food. Albeit temporarily, but still. Miroku continued. “Probably meeting up with some guy for a long night of making sweet…”

 

Inuyasha's growl cut him off as he slammed his fist onto the table and spat out “No way in hell lecher! She was with me all night!”

 

Inuyasha's eyes widened then narrowed as he realized Miroku's little plan, and how well he had fallen into the trap.

 

“Kuso!” He cursed before tucking back into his food. He could hope that the Kamis would take pity on him and had momentarily struck Miroku deaf. No such luck.

 

“All night you say? Hummm really…” Miroku was very pleased with himself. This was better than he ever could have planned, and he had gotten more information out of Inuyasha than he ever had before.

 

“It's not like that monk and you know it.”

 

“So what's it like then? Why don't you enlighten me?”

 

“No.”

 

“So you won't tell me why you stayed with her all night?”

 

“None of your business jackass. There is nothing to say anyway.”

 

“So you stayed all night with a beautiful woman, and you are trying to tell me that nothing happened? If nothing happened then why were you there?” Miroku raised his eyebrow in skepticism.

 

Inuyasha sighed for the second time since he had met up with Miroku. If he didn't tell him something then he was going to assume the worst, and he didn't want anyone thinking of Kagome like that. He growled low at his friend again, letting him know that he was not happy with the situation one bit.

 

“I stayed over there because I fucked up and hurt myself and couldn't do much moving around until this morning. So she fixed me up and let me crash.” He spat out and snapped his mouth closed, intent on saying nothing more about the situation.

 

“You hurt yourself? That bad? What did you do?” Miroku asked, his eyebrows now knitting together before rising again. “And why were you at her apartment in the first place?”

 

“Ummm…”