InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Eternal Curse ❯ Worthy of Her Trust ( Chapter 17 )

The Eternal Curse

Chapter Seventeen:

Worthy of Her Trust

A.N.: I really feel bad for this story…*sniffle* It's almost finished - four more chapters to be exact - and it only has a few reviews. Geez! What is it with all of my stories? Are they crappy beyond repair(yep that's probably the reason), do my summaries suck, or are people too lazy to review? Could someone please tell me what the heck it is because it really is rather upsetting!

*calms down*

Oh, and I will now be checking reviews daily, and the most inspiring reviewer will have a chapter dedicated to them!

That is more than one or two word reviews…

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. I can only dare to dream…but then again… *_*

Warning: A whole chapter dedicated to Mir/San fluff since I haven't had them in the story for a while. The eighteenth chapter, Disguised Scrolls(with Inu Kag fluff) should be out as late as next week. Oh, and this chapter sucks because I'm not into M.S. fluff, so I…I'm pretty new at this.

THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER!

Sorry for the wait, I know I promised for it be up by Sunday.

CHAPTER DEDICATION:

This chapter is dedicated to... aMbeRfor her inspiring review. Enjoy.

***

"So, how was last night?" Queen Higurashi asked over breakfast, smiling suggestively, sienna eyes glittering once the two teens began to choke on their meal. "Anything interesting happen?"

"Mom!" Kagome gasped, blushing. "You talk as if Inuyasha and I…slept together!"

"Yeah! We're not even married!" Inuyasha protested angrily, staring at Kagome's mom, as if she were a bloodthirsty lunatic.

"Yeah, not yet," Miroku muttered in Sango's ear, earning a bop on the head.

"Kids these days are so sensitive!" she laughed, stabbing her yellow eggs with the edge of her chopsticks, chewing delicately once they were in her mouth. "I would love to be with a handsome guy like Inuyasha if I were you, so what's the problem?" Kagome blushed again, kicking Sango under the table. The older girl held her breath trying to prevent bursting out laughing, tears welling up in her eyes as Inuyasha seemed to be suffocating from a piece of fish in his mouth. She clapped him on the back, but nothing came up.

"Inuyasha? Aren't you choking?"

"Your mother…is disgusting, really," he managed, his eyes filled with pain. Kagome barely managed to contain her laughter just when Miroku snuck a grope of an unsuspecting Sango. There was a loud *THONK*, Miroku fell to the floor, Kagome started cackling up and jumped away from the table as Sango lunged. Inuyasha laughed so hard he fell off his chair onto the floor as Sango chased a squealing Kagome around the room.

"Ya darn kids," an elderly man muttered, shaking an old, wrinkly fist, almost losing his cane as a flock of crazed teenagers rushed past.

***

Sango turned, panting to find that Kagome had disappeared somewhere.

"Probably making out with Inuyasha," she growled. At least Miroku isn't here!

"Hello my lovely Sango."

"Shoot! Speak of the devil!" She glared at him hard, hand twitching in preparation if he was to even look suspicious. "Why did you follow me you hentai!?" Miroku shot his hands up in front of his face, shielding himself.

"My dear Sango. Quite to the contrary I did not want to find you alone. I just would like to apologize for my rude behavior over the last few weeks." He bit his lip as he waited for her reply. They hadn't really talked in a nice manor for a while, and Miroku was really missing her more than he should of. Do I…like her? Well duh, of course I do! She's the first girl I've taken seriously; she's the only one who makes me happy. But what does she think of me? Does she hate me because of my wandering hands? I won't tell her until I'm ready.

What is Miroku up to? Heh, he looks kinda cute with that thoughtful look on his face…ack! What the hell am I thinking? MIROKU THE HENTAI…cute? Oh no, this CANNOT be happening. I can't like him!

"You know I can't trust you," Sango said in a soft voice, lowering her tightly clenched fist. "I can't." Miroku felt a painful sting to his heart. But she is right. I'll have to prove it to her.

"Sango, I know you have no reason to give me a second chance…but please!" he begged, clasping his hands together. He let his staff clatter to the ground as he latched around her ankles. "Don't leave!" Sango blinked, and kicked Miroku off of her.

"Calm down Miroku! Don't have a spaz attack!" she growled. "I am not going to tolerate whining, ya hear? Now I am willing to think about it, okay? But if you mess this up…" The monk nodded eagerly and hugged her.

"Thanks!" he cried exuberantly, resting his chin on top of her head. She blushed furiously, but was getting enveloped in his warmth…why should she complain? Miroku pulled back, and grinned at her. "I'll be back in just a moment." Then he dashed off.

"Did I miss something?" she murmured, scratching her head.

***

Miroku eagerly grabbed his feather quill and began scribbling on a spare piece of parchment. It was a poem. It read:

Dear Sango,

Your eyes are like freshly picked cinnamon

Your hair as black as the night sky

Your smile as bright as pure ivory

(Right now he had the strong urge to compliment her on her body, be he resisted)

Your personality is as sweet as the sun

Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky to meet one such as you

Your heart is more valuable that gold

But it would be all the more sweeter

If it was I who managed to hold

It

So please give me one more chance.

For the first time in ten years, he blushed. This poem is so stupid! I am positive that she will reject me! But, it's worth a try. If I do fail, I'll somehow manage to scrounge the broken pieces of my heart of the floor and stitch them up. With a grim smile, that didn't portray what he was feeling deep down, he bravely stepped out of his room, walked down the hall, and knocked on Sango's door.

"Hello?" came her muffled voice. She opened the door and poked her head out, wiping her damp black hair from her face as she took in Miroku's form. "Pervert!" He promptly shielded his face, showing his hands were in no where near her bottom region.

"Please Sango! Hear me out!" He gulped, tearing his greedy eyes away from her wet form, tightly clutched by the soaked white towel. She wrapped the once fluffy cloth around her body once more and glared at him.

"Well?" she asked, tapping her bare foot impatiently. Miroku bit his lip, and handed her a slightly tattered piece of parchment.

"I know it's not much, and you'll probably dislike it…and…" Sango held up her hand to silence him.

"Just shut up! I'll read it already." She eagerly ripped away the blood red ribbon that daintily held the scroll in place, and unrolled it. He could see her face steadily turning red - was she angry? Miroku hurriedly wiped away the little sour beads of perspiration that had been streaming down his face, and swallowed hard, his throat suddenly feeling like coarse sandpaper. When she was done, she looked up at Miroku with large eyes. "So…what are you asking me?"

"I'm asking if I can have one more chance, just one more," he mumbled. "I swear on the Buddha that I will not touch you, ever." Sango tucked a strand of ebony hair behind her ear, watching him quiver under her scrutinizing glare. She nibbled her already pink lip, then nodded.

"Okay, I'll do it."

***

Under his innocent, carefree façade, Miroku was silently aching. He longed to feel Sango's long, flowing curves beneath his skilled fingers, he longed to confess his feelings, to taste her soft lips. He longed to be able to hold her without constrictions. Every thing she did, every thing she did drove him crazy. He watched her deftly put some pieces of white rice in her mouth and chew on it, while she talked happily to Kagome - who was being silently watched by Inuyasha. He meant to talk to the hanyou about girls later, maybe he'd do it tonight.

Miroku nodded to himself, as he munched on his slightly overcooked fish. He swallowed, then grabbed the nearest wooden bowl to drink out of, to quench his thirst from the salty seafood. His eyes automatically traveled to Sango, who was shoving Kagome, face bright red. Her younger friend giggled again, stabbing a glance at Inuyasha who was currently involved with his food. Sango chuckled heartily, elbowing Kagome in the ribs(The seating chart was rearranged. Miroku is currently on the other side of the table all alone…MUWAHAHA!!! -_-; , Sango is to the far left, Kagome is in the middle, and Inuyasha is at the far right). She blushed, eyes traveling to a furry white triangle twitching on his head. Kagome bit her lip, returning her gaze to her food.

Her queer behavior brought up buried memories. Miroku grin lecherously, remembering the intimate position Inuyasha and Kagome had been in, the way their lips were so close. It almost made him laugh out loud, seeing their started expression and identical blushes. It was almost worth the excruciating pain he endured. He sighed, twirling his wooden chopsticks between his bored fingers. Why did he always have to get beat up because he was slightly on the perverted side? It wasn't fair! Inuyasha sometimes looked at Kagome the way Miroku did to attractive females, but never Sango, he noticed with crude satisfaction. He remembered the way his snowy haired friend always watched Kagome's soft lips, or nice curves, or perfect butt. Miroku sighed. He was surrounded by beauties, but was forced only to pick one.

"But I am sure that I have chosen the right girl," Miroku murmured, picking up the cup for another swig of water. As the bowl left his lips, his dark blue eyes wandered back to Sango, who was now looking at him. Hey! Had she been staring? The Demon Slayer blushed, adverting her gaze back to her nearly empty plate. Miroku ground back the comment that had almost escaped his mouth, returning back to the empty cup. Damn! I'll have to ask for some more!

Breakfast had been straining over the last couple of days. The couples had been somewhat at a lost with each other. Inuyasha and Kagome because of being "discovered." Miroku and Sango because they were now testing the boundaries of their relationship, the perverted priest having difficult controlling his wandering hands, eyes, and big mouth.

Finally, Queen Higurashi, who had been silently observing everyone stood up from the table, indicating everyone else could do the same. Kagome got up, followed by Sango. The servants, cooks, tailors, sword smiths, maids, and other assorted people part of the castle crew left quickly as well, eager to start the day's tasks. So that only left Inuyasha and Miroku. The hanyou swallowed the last remnants of his meal, cooling his throat with some sparkling clear water, waved, and slinked off - probably after Kagome.

Miroku just sat there, wondering what his next action should be. It needed to be well planned out, smooth, suave, and most importantly…sexy. Miroku combed a free hand through his dark, disobedient locks, readjusting his mouse tail that settled at the base of his neck. He never had girl problems like this before…ever! Most of the time the women fell into his lap - literally. Now this hot, sexy, strong, smart, and witty Demon Slayer had defied the rules that had been set by his late father.

A common, yet innocent smile came to his lips. Thinking of the rules reminded him of the "talks" that he always had with his dad. How his father had explained what went where and the beauty of women. Miroku sucked in a deep breath. Yes. His next course of action had to be determined, smooth, suave, and most definitely sexy. But how? Sango seemed to swoon over romantic things…so all he had to do was think up something passionate.

A candle lit dinner? That was common, he wanted something original.

Wine? They were underage, weren't they?

Flowers? Shoot, that was common also.

Seduction? NO! he mentally shouted, thinking of what happened the last time he suggested it. Miroku had wound up with a cut lip and a black eye - not something he wanted to repeat, as dense as his was.

A night under the stars. Perfect.

***

Sango sighed, stepping out on the balcony. The moon was almost full; it should be by tomorrow. It flooded everyone with a deep, silky silver - a sharp contrast to the shadowy black sky. It was starless. It's so beautiful out here tonight. Sango shivered, feeling a cold breeze whip around her bare legs, twirling the ends of her nightgown. Just as she was about to turn in, she felt something warm, incredibly warm drape around her. She chewed her cold lips, and looked up to see the serious face of Miroku looking out at the sky. His hands - which were currently wrapped around her waist - didn't seem to be twitching with any perverted spasms. Sango sighed, knowing what he was trying. Besides, she thought as she cuddled up against his strong form. He's really hot - Ack! That DID NOT come out right! Shaking those thoughts from her heads, she decided to say something.

"B-Beautiful isn't it?" she asked quietly, squirming against his warmth to get more comfortable.

"No."

"Nani?"

"You're better." She smiled.

"That's lame, but thanks." Sango felt Miroku grin despite her insult.

"No problem."

"I know this is gonna make me sound like the bad guy but…I feel a little jumpy, I mean any second your hands could-"

"But they haven't have they?" Miroku whispered against her ear, hot breath tickling her. It made a lump rise in her throat, butterflies dance in her stomach.

"N-No," she stammered. His hands rose from her waist, letting his cold fingers run along her belly, feeling it through the thin material of her gown. Her breath hitched as licked her jaw line. Sango shuddered, then shoved him away, panting, brown eyes large and confused, cheeks smeared with a red blush.

"S-Sorry M-Miroku!" she sputtered, running a trembling finger across her jaw, breath coming out in ragged gasps. "It's just…" Sango bit her lip and turned around abruptly and fled into her room. Miroku continued to lean on the banister of the balcony, grinning.

"She wants me."

***

"Thanks again for doing this Miroku," Sango said one last time as she steadied Hiraikotsu. They were out on the training grounds, and the old Slayer really wanted to get a feel back on her boomerang which was slightly dusty from being up in storage for so long.

"No problem," he replied, smiling casually. "But don't expect me to go easy on you just cause I like you!" WHOOPS!

"Huh?" Sango yelled, scrubbing her ear vigorously, as if it had been clogged with something. Did he just say…She looked at his dazed, confused grin and shook her head. Nope, he couldn't ever like me.

"Nothing," Miroku blurted out.

"You ready?" she called, clutching the brown leather bands that striped the top of her tan weapon as Miroku steadied himself. He nodded meekly. "GO!" Hiraikotsu flew through the air, unsettling the light sand as it whizzed by. At first she thought it would knock him out, but he blocked with the staff, and shoved it away from his body, digging it in the dirt.

"That all you got?" Sango growled, pulling her silver sword from her sheathe. She charged for him, and pushed down on the golden staff with her blade, trying desperately to knock it from his hands.

Miroku struggled, groaning as Sango's pressure increased. His arms trembled under the furious weight. Still retaining that pervert in him, he tipped his staff a little to the right, making her sword fly along with his own weapon. She lost her balance and tumbled clumsily on top of him.

What happened next changed her life forever.

Their lips met.

There now you have yer Miroku Sango fluff along with a cliffhanger. Yah happy? Sorry for the delayed update - I had some things to do. Well nothing really to say besides REVIEW. Aloha, Good Bye, or Adios, take yer pick.