InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sesshoumaru's Secret Life ❯ Another Chance At Love? ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6: Another Chance at Love?

 

Miroku sighed in relief at the knowledge that the demon lord was female. Ever since Sesshoumaru had joined their group to find and defeat Naraku, he had had thoughts about the taiyoukai that had made him seriously question his sexuality.

 

He wondered why he, a connoisseur of women, had never noticed that the beautiful, white haired creature was female. It's those androgynous looks, he thought. The demon lord's features were a perfect blend of male and female, easily allowing her to appear as either. Guess the body knows what the mind does not, he grinned to himself as he put the demoness on his internal `future conquest' list.

 

Ah…to have such a dangerous flower, the monk thought with a faraway, dreamy look on his face. He stopped his fantasizing as the object of his desires glided into view.

 

“Lord Sesshoumaru,” he greeted respectfully, feeing only slightly odd at calling a woman lord. Sesshoumaru certainly deserved the title. “You look well.”

 

She glanced over at the handsome, smiling monk leaning against the tree. “I am healing,” she replied formally.

 

She was a bit disconcerted at the time it was taking her to recover. She had been here three days and still the wound in her stomach ached. The worst of it was that she felt tired and drained much of the time. The near total depletion of her demonic energy the day of the battle was taking longer than she had hoped to replenish. She supposed she should rest more but then that would show weakness, one never showed weakness to another. That was why she had decided to head out into the forest, to get some time alone to relax and allow her mind and body the peace it needed to strengthen.

 

Her brother had been following her around almost constantly like a lost puppy, making her irritable and nervous as she was not accustomed to that much attention from another. Even little Rin knew when to leave the demoness alone. She had sighed with relief when the miko had distracted the hanyou long enough for her to slip away for some much needed privacy, which it seemed, she was still not going to get.

 

That exhausted feeling was creeping over her and she just didn't have the energy to go further to get away from the monk so she just stood looking out over the hill.

 

Miroku sat down under the tree, crossing his legs and looking out onto the valley of tall grass below them. “I would be most honoured if you would join me,” he said pleasantly.

 

She had to admit, she was intrigued by this human. He was always smiling, even before when the curse was upon his hand, he always had a joy for life that Sesshoumaru found perplexing and interesting. She stood in silence for a moment before gracefully seating herself in the shade as well, her back against the trunk of the tree.

 

She found herself being soothed by the peaceful aura coming from the pig tailed human. He was quiet and calm, a balm to her frayed nerves from having to deal with the others over these past few days. He didn't prattle on trying to engage her in small talk, which she detested. One should only speak if there was something of importance to be said, hadn't her mother told her that? She couldn't remember anymore, there had always been so many rules from both her mother and her father that sometimes she forgot who said what.

 

She looked over to the monk and her heart gave a loud thump. He was sitting there quietly, gazing at her with that smile. That smile that said everything was alright with the world so don't worry about a thing. She found herself staring back into his strange, violet eyes. Did other humans have eyes that color? She thought not, something else unique to the man.

 

She began to feel a most odd sensation as they continued to look at each other, she felt her cheeks get warmer which made her do something she never did. She broke eye contact first, looking away from his piercing stare. She frowned so slightly that Miroku didn't pick up the small change in her facial features, wondering what he had done to make her feel and do such things. She realized that she was blushing, something that only one other male had ever made her do.

 

Miroku lay back on the grass, crossing his arms under his head and stretching his legs out. Did she just blush? He wondered feeling a bit giddy as he stared up at the clouds. He thought she looked stunning with that pink tint crossing her face and he glanced over to see what she was doing now.

 

Sesshoumaru leaned her head back and closed her eyes, getting herself back under control. How foolish, he is just a human, not even worthy of my time, she thought disdainfully at herself still feeling unsettled that he had made her look away. She could sense him looking at her again. “How is your hand?” she asked to break the silence that normally she loved.

 

“Fine. It's as if the wind tunnel was never there,” he replied.

 

“Why then, do you continue to wear your gauntlet?”

 

Miroku had found that his hand just felt naked without the purple glove and blue prayer beads that he had worn since the death of his father, so he just put it back on, unable to get used to it not being there. “Old habit I guess,” he grinned, turning over on his side to watch her better.

 

This was something. Normally the stoic lord wouldn't say two words to anyone with the exception of Inuyasha and here she was virtually talking up a storm. She opened her eyes and captured him with those lovely, golden orbs, this time it was Miroku who looked away feeling his own face begin to heat.

 

She quirked an eyebrow at him, puzzling over his reaction. He had just piqued her curiosity in his ability to go from confident man to shy boy in a matter of seconds. She just couldn't figure him out and when he brought his eyes back to her again, she sat calmly waiting to see if he would look away again.

 

Miroku kept his eyes locked onto Sesshoumaru's. She seemed to be waiting for him to do something so he decided he would. He rolled over onto his hands and knees and began to creep carefully towards her. He saw her eyes widen slightly but she made no move to leave or to disembowel him, so after a short hesitation he continued.

 

She continued her stare down with the monk as he stalked towards her with that grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Her instincts told her that was exactly what he was doing; stalking her as if she were prey. She had been surprised at the boldness of this human, did he not know that she could kill him if she so chose? Even in this weakened condition he would still be no match for her. Nothing showed outwardly but Sesshoumaru felt a pleasant shiver travel down her spine as she watched him advance towards her.

 

“Oi, monk, what are you doing?” Inuyasha shouted as he approached the pair. What Miroku was doing, creeping up on his sister like that, had kicked in the hanyou's protective nature and he frowned at his friend as the boy scrambled to his feet.

 

“Not…nothing, we were just talking,” he stammered out, his face really turning red now at being caught.

 

Sesshoumaru stifled the frustrated sigh of exasperation that was trying to come from between her lips and stood as well. Was she never to get a moment to herself? “Inuyasha,” she intoned. “What are you doing here?”

 

“I didn't know where you went, I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he answered still glaring at the monk.

 

“As you can see, I am fine,” she returned disdainfully, irritated that the proceedings had been interrupted. She had been very curious as to what the monk had been planning on doing. She gave the dark haired man a slight nod and then turned to walk back to the hut, Inuyasha walking beside her.

 

Miroku bowed to the retreating siblings and stayed where he was, amazed at his own forwardness towards the taiyoukai. He knew he could easily lose his life if he wasn't careful in his pursuit of her, perhaps even at the hands of his friend considering the baleful glare he had just received from the hanyou. The danger held its own enticement however and he sat back down, deciding that it was worth the chase.

 

“You should be careful of that monk,” stated Inuyasha, still feeling irritated about what he saw.

 

“I can handle myself against any mortal,” Sesshoumaru responded.

 

“You haven't met anyone quite like Miroku,” the hanyou shot back. “Just what the hell was he doing anyways?”

 

“I believe he was crawling on his hands and knees,” the demon lord responded nonplussed.

 

Inuyasha gave a low growl. He better not be doing what I think he's doing, he thought. Sesshoumaru glanced over towards him hearing the possessive sound coming from her brother. “You shouldn't be around him alone,” he ground out.

 

“And who are you to tell me what to do?” Sesshoumaru was beginning to lose her patience with her sibling. Just because he now knew she was a girl was no reason for him to try and control her actions. She stopped and glared down at him.

 

“I'm your brother,” Inuyasha intoned, trying to stare down the taiyoukai.

 

“So I should do as you command, be meek and docile?” she demanded, beginning to growl herself.

 

Inuyasha began to feel a bit nervous at the anger he was sensing and he dropped his eyes. Their relationship had been going well but it was still fragile and he didn't want to upset his sister into not wanting to speak to him. He enjoyed their talks, even though he did most of the talking, but Sesshoumaru always seemed interested in what he had to say. “I'm just saying,” he answered with less force and anger. “Just be careful.”

 

“You do not trust your own comrade?” she asked curiously. What kind of danger could this weak human be to her? None that she could think of. She wondered if he had some power she was unaware of and decided that perhaps she should find out. She began to continue to walk towards the hut.

 

“Only with certain things,” Inuyasha responded, breaking her out of her thoughts.

 

“Oh?” she questioned.

 

“He's a lecherous womanizer,” Inuyasha grumped.

 

Sesshoumaru tried to hide the amused grin that was threatening to overtake her quiet composure. “Are you worried for my honour, little brother?”

 

Inuyasha blushed. As much as he knew that Sesshoumaru could handle herself and had been doing so for quite some time, he still felt the need to protect his sibling. Not only because she was female but because she was family, a member of his pack and therefore his responsibility.

 

She turned her face to hide the smile that was tugging at her lips, managing to again bring herself under control. “There is no man that will lay claim to this Sesshoumaru,” she stated pridefully. Especially not some unworthy human, not knowing how wrong her boast and thought was going to be.