InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Surrender Yourself ❯ One ( Chapter 1 )

“All right, we're ready to go,” Inuyasha murmured, gazing at the overstuffed back-end of his beat-up car. “Think you have enough stuff, Miroku?”

 

The dark-haired man chuckled as he stood next to him, an arm wrapping around his waist. Inuyasha leaned against him, his head subconsciously resting against the human's shoulder.

 

“Of course, I don't,” came the glib reply. “But it'll do. After all, we'll be together. That's the important thing. Right?”

 

“Right,” Inuyasha smiled, raising his head up. Their eyes met as did their lips. For a moment, that's how they stood for several moments before Miroku broke the kiss off and straightened his back.

 

“Well, koi, if we're going to go, we better get going,” he winked. “Don't want to be late for orientation now, do we?”

 

“No,” Inuyasha shook his head. “Don't want to be late for that.”

 

Reluctantly, he pulled away from his lover and made his way to the driver's seat. Within moments, he and his boyfriend were on their way . . .

 

* * *

 

They had always been the best of friends, Miroku and Inuyasha, ever since the age of five. There hadn't been anything they hadn't done together. Wherever Miroku went, Inuyasha was right there with him. They had even chased after girls together . . . until Inuyasha stopped halfway through their junior year in high school. Why, no one had been able to really say, except for Inuyasha. And he wasn't saying anything to anyone, not even his best friend. The hanyou had become withdrawn, depressed.

 

Finally, Miroku had gotten upset with his friend's unusual behaviour and had stormed over to Inuyasha's house. Sesshomaru, Inuyasha's older brother, had let him in and had informed him of the silver-haired male's location. When he found Inuyasha, Miroku had been somewhat shocked.

 

The hanyou had been lounging across his bed, dark circles under his eyes. He looked as if he'd lost a considerable amount of weight and had made a pitiful sounding moan. Undeterred from his mission, Miroku had approached his friend and demanded to know what was wrong.

 

Inuyasha, for his part, had remained true to his heritage and had remained stubbornly proud, despite his depression. He had refused to tell Miroku, but the human had remained persistent. Of course, Miroku hadn't counted on his kiss to get the hanyou to open up. It had been a last resort, really, but when Inuyasha had returned it, warmly and eagerly . . .

 

Things, after that, had become very complicated. Very complicated, indeed. Miroku and Inuyasha were attracted to each other. Their kiss had proven then. The two had, for the most part, decided to keep their relationship a secret. And Miroku still found himself attracted to the prettiest of girls. It became a very open relationship, one that allowed them both the freedom that at least Miroku desired.

 

At least . . . that's how things had worked so far.