InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unforeseen Obstacles ❯ Thoughts of you fill my night... ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I don't know Rumiko Takahashi, so I can't say I own any of this. Now the warning: YAOI. That's right, man lovin' man. If you don't like that, you don't have to read another word. If you don't like my pairing, you don't have to read it, but you'll be missing out! I'm constantly reading InuYasha fics with pairings I don't like just because I like the story. But if you don't like my story, please be polite when you tell me. And also, tell me why. Or if you do like it, review and write whatever you want, LOL. If you've noticed the titles to the chapters (not in the text, but the chapter selector menu) a few of you may have had a familiar twinge. Yes, they are little pieces of lyrics and belong to Stabbing Westward (I miss you, SW!). I love using song lyrics as chapter titles. Some even sneak their way into dialogue and thoughts. I'm not saying where, just crediting the song at the end.

 

Notes: Hopefully, this chapter will build some tension. Oh, am I supposed to be relieving it? Maybe later…

 

Genre: Drama, romance

Rating: R

Codes: Mir/Sess, Mir/San, Inu/Kag

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Unforeseen Obstacles…Chapter 6
Dangerous, black and full of spite, thoughts of you fill my night...

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When his eyes opened, it was morning. Sesshomaru was leaning up against the opposite wall, his head tilted and his mouth slightly open in sleep. Miroku sat up and Sesshomaru's mouth closed, his eyes opened and he stood, all within the space of a second. He looked up towards the ceiling and Miroku wondered, once again, if he had figured out how to escape their stone prison. But, again, Sesshomaru's eyes traveled away from the hole, this time to glare at the floor.

 

“Do you think any of them survived?” Miroku asked, timidly. Sesshomaru said nothing. “Is Zetsumei gone?” The silence gave him no answers. “Are you going to get us out of here?” Silence. “Can you even get out of here?”

 

“I can.” Progress, Miroku thought.

 

“How?” Silence. “Are you going to do it any time soon?” Silence. Miroku glared at the youkai lord, infuriated. He stood and walked over to stand beneath the hole that was letting in a small shaft of sunlight. There was no way he could climb that high, the walls were too smooth. “Are you just going to leave me here to die?”

 

“Perhaps.” Miroku turned and found Sesshomaru only a hairsbreadth away.

 

“Um, are you going to kill me?” He watched, nervous as Sesshomaru locked eyes with him once again. But rather than initiating another staring contest, he brushed past Miroku to look straight up at the hole.

 

“Perhaps.” He spun and grabbed Miroku by the wrist before he could move. Miroku froze, unable to get to his kazaana now and his staff being on the surface. But rather than killing him, Sesshomaru leaned in and… sniffed him. Miroku jumped, startled, trying to get away. Sesshomaru let him, watching him with the slightest smile on his face. Somehow, Miroku knew that Sesshomaru's smile was all the warning most people got before something horrible happened. He backed away and Sesshomaru began following… no, stalking him.

 

Not willing to be prey, Miroku stopped and stood his ground. Sesshomaru continued moving forward and Miroku reached for his rosary. Before his hand reached the other, he was pinned against the wall by one arm and the body of the youkai. That wicked smile was still in place as he leaned in. For a wild moment, Miroku thought he was going to kiss him, but he moved past his face to bury his lips by Miroku's ear.

 

“I could use my poison to melt the stone,” he whispered. The soft, warm breath against his ear caused a shiver to go up Miroku's spine. His body reacted to it and he blushed, trying very hard not to touch the demon lord. “But if I do, I could inadvertently poison you.” When his lips came into the barest contact with Miroku's ear, the human jumped back involuntarily, into Sesshomaru's arm. He was face to face with the taiyoukai again and the hand against his back moved away for a moment.

 

Miroku jumped when he was treated to the same experience he had given so many women. He had not often had his own bottom stroked. But he didn't slap the youkai as he had been slapped. Instead, he laughed nervously and stepped to the side. Is Sesshomaru flirting with me? The thought was only mildly disquieting, which, in itself, was further disturbing.

 

“Hey! Are either of you alive down there?” Miroku jumped at the sound of InuYasha's voice. The sunlight had dimmed in the cave until they were plunged into darkness.

 

“Yes, we're both in here,” Miroku called back, glad for the darkness because his body calmed down when he could no longer see or feel Sesshomaru next to him. He feared that if they had not been interrupted, Miroku might have given to Sesshomaru what he had claimed he had given to so many women. When in fact, Miroku had never even been with a single woman. Admittedly, he had only truly tried with the one.

 

“Are you alright?” He closed his eyes, despite the darkness, thrilled to hear her sweet voice again. Sango sounded genuinely concerned for him.

 

“I think so,” Miroku called back.

 

“Whattaya mean you think so?” InuYasha yelled back. “You're either okay or you're not!”

 

“I'm not injured,” Miroku clarified.

 

“Why haven't you come out of there yet?” InuYasha yelled.

 

“I might kill your human,” Sesshomaru responded.

 

“Don't you do anything to hurt him!” Kagome yelled.

 

“Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!” InuYasha yelled. The hole widened and cracked, sending pebbles and dust crumbling down on them. A few more attacks and they could see everyone standing around. Sesshomaru stepped close to Miroku and floated them up to the surface. Miroku saw Sango first, holding his staff. He stepped towards her and she held it out to him. Instead of taking it, he hugged her. He was so happy to see her; he resisted the urge to grope her. He stepped back and took the staff and stepped away. He saw the lovely blush spread across her cheeks and smiled.

 

He turned and found Sesshomaru taking toukijin from Jakken. Rin was dancing around him, expressing her happiness at his safe return. He touched the top of her head briefly and she stopped jumping and smiled broadly. He resumed walking, once again on his quest to find Naraku. Rin ran up behind him, Jakken and Ah-un following behind her.

 

Miroku looked at his friends and blinked hard when he saw InuYasha's hand wrapped around Kagome's. Have they finally ceased their games and declared their feelings for each other? He wondered. Without Kikyo, perhaps InuYasha could now be faithful to the girl who had shown him such devotion. Took long enough, he thought, smiling. Still thrumming from close contact with Sesshomaru, Miroku began walking quickly, trying to run from the encounter. It is difficult to outrun desire when the subject is walking a short length in front of you, but Miroku tried to ignore that fact. Or that the armor didn't lay completely flat against Sesshomaru's backside the way it would have with most men. The spill of moon-colored hair in front of him captivated him so that he fell back slightly to walk behind Sango. He forced himself to look away from the youkai to the human woman in front of him and found the sight suited him better. She wore no bulky armor over her backside and he could have easy access to it if he distracted her.

 

Deciding this was the best course of action, he sidled up next to her and began speaking.

 

“What happened with Zetsumei?”

 

“We fled. I don't think we made much of a dent in him.”

 

“You wouldn't have been useful anyway,” InuYasha piped in. “Only my attacks seemed to work.” Sango and Shippo stopped and turned to glare at InuYasha. The hanyo stopped and met Sango's furious gaze with anxiety. “And Sango's hiraikotsu,” he quickly amended. Then he noticed Shippo. “Shippo helped, too.”

 

“Hmph,” Sango grunted, resuming her walk. Shippo rolled his eyes and hopped into Kagome's bicycle basket. Miroku sighed. He had no chance with Sango in this mood. He cursed InuYasha's timing.

 

“Then only a demon may attack Zetsumei successfully?” Sesshomaru called back.

 

“Hey!” Sango protested.

 

“Your weapon is made from the bone of a demon, yes? Then my statement is accurate.”

 

“Yeah,” InuYasha confirmed. “My claws seemed to do the most damage.”

 

“Then I will destroy it utterly the next time we encounter it.”

 

“I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you!” InuYasha yelled. “You saw what it did to Kikyo.”

 

“As it said, its domain is over the dead. That woman was dead. I am not. I will be successful.”

 

“Do not underestimate Lord Sesshomaru!” Jakken declared pompously. He may have a point, Miroku thought. Sesshomaru is a full demon. His attacks will probably be strongest against Zetsumei. Miroku frowned. He hadn't used his wind tunnel for fear that he would absorb the pestilence as he had the poison from Naraku's poisonous insects. He didn't like the idea of being totally useless. He glanced over at Kagome. She probably feels the same way, he thought. She can't use her arrows, either. This battle would prove frustrating to be a human. He looked over at Rin. Most likely, we'll be stuck babysitting.

…

 

That evening at the fire, Sesshomaru left camp again to go off wherever it was he went at night. Miroku knew he slept, but wondered why he didn't stay with the group. Then again, InuYasha didn't sleep at the fire with his companions, either. He always seemed to prefer a tree on the perimeter. Surprisingly, rather than waiting for everyone else to catch dinner, InuYasha supplied it that night. He dumped a boar and several fish in front of Kagome and walked off. Though he brought it, he made it obvious he wasn't cooking it. Rin joined Kagome and Sango preparing the food while Miroku, once again, gathered enough firewood for them to eat while Jakken started a tiny fire and glared at all the humans around. Kirara watched everyone and licked the wounds she had sustained in the battle with Zetsumei.

 

Miroku did not encounter Sesshomaru in the woods this time, much to his relief and strangely, disappointment. He collected the wood and built the blaze in camp. Soon, they had roast boar and fish enough for all of them to eat until they were full. InuYasha should do the hunting more, Miroku thought. I wonder why he did it tonight. He had taken his share, nearly raw as usual, and munched away with everyone else. Since he had done his share for once, there was no bickering through all of dinner. Once he was done eating, he leaned in and kissed Kagome, much to Miroku's surprise. Sango and Shippo looked away, blushing, but Rin grinned and Jakken looked disgusted. Miroku merely observed the actions of the rest of the camp. InuYasha stood, walked away and hopped up into a nearby tree, as he always did. Kagome opened her eyes and looked around, then blushed furiously.

 

“I see you and InuYasha are on good terms,” Miroku said, making Kagome blush further. He was amused. Kagome laughed awkwardly and tossed a fish to Kirara.

 

“Well, you know…” She couldn't seem to manage anything else and stood up. “I'm gonna go take a bath, I smell.”

 

“I couldn't agree more,” Jakken muttered. Kagome calmly lifted and tossed a rock at his head as she walked off. Sango stood and followed her.

 

“May Rin join you?” Rin asked, standing up.

 

“Sure, the more the merrier!” Kagome answered, then glared at Miroku. “Except for those of you who I had better not see until we're done!” Miroku smiled and lifted his hands, showing he was harmless. “Hmph!”

 

“Sango,” Miroku called. “May I have a word with you first?” Sango nodded and turned to follow him away from the camp. When he thought he was out of InuYasha's hearing, he turned to her. “I know that I have asked before and asked many women. But, truthfully Sango, I mean it this time. Will you please do me the honor of bearing my child?” Sango looked incredulous.

 

“You brought me out here for that? Miroku—”

 

“Sango. Please. I care for you and would gladly give up all other women for you.” Miroku waited, hoping she understood exactly what he was saying.

 

“Miroku, I…” Sango looked down. Miroku's heart fell. “Ask me again when we've defeated Naraku. Until then, I cannot.” She turned and walked away. But Miroku's heart was soaring. She had all but said yes! He smiled as she walked away and watched her butt. He knew he could now stop asking women to bear his child, for the one he wanted had essentially said she would. He gave a regretful shrug that it also meant he would have to stop flirting with other women. But if he were to prove himself true, he would have to live up to his word.

 

“You do not seem to be having much success.” Miroku jumped and turned around, startled by the taiyoukai's voice.

 

“Then you are not very observant,” Miroku responded.

 

“Do you honestly think you will survive the final battle with Naraku if you are involved?”

 

“We will be involved and we will triumph,” Miroku insisted, with more confidence than he actually had. Sesshomaru smirked.

 

“I am bored,” he confessed, startling Miroku again. “This Zetsumei is just another obstacle in my way. I will kill him; then I will kill Naraku.”

 

“So why slow yourself down with Jakken and Rin?”

 

“If they truly slowed me down, I would leave them behind.” Sesshomaru was now standing next to Miroku, who refused to give ground when the demon invaded his personal space. Sesshomaru turned his head to meet Miroku's gaze from a mere breath away. “I can tell that you are as frustrated as I.”

 

“What do you know about me?”

 

“I just told you.” Sesshomaru leaned in slightly, causing the hairs on Miroku's skin to all stand at attention, as though the traitorous things were reaching for him. “I can smell you.”

 

“Then perhaps I should take a cold bath,” Miroku said, icily, then walked back to camp quickly, feeling Sesshomaru's eyes on him the entire way. You stare at me so silent; you stare at me so cold. I think you stare right through me, he thought. What is it you are doing? Why do I feel like this? When Miroku entered the camp, he was unhappy to see the women had not returned. He felt too tired to bathe anyway. He found a choice spot of earth, laid down and fell asleep.

 

Walking through the forest, Miroku came to Sesshomaru. The demon wasn't wearing his armor or his haori. All that was left was his hakama pants. With the thought to tear them off, Miroku stepped closer. Sesshomaru turned to pierce him with red eyes. He grabbed Miroku by the throat, but the monk wasn't scared. He leaned forward to claim the demon's soft, cold lips, watching the crimson eyes fade to yellow. Sesshomaru relaxed and used his other arm to push off Miroku's robe and trail his claws lightly down the skin of his chest, and around the side to his back, bringing the two close together.

 

Other arm?

 

Miroku sat up, sweating and breathing hard. After a wild moment of looking for Sesshomaru, he realized it was a dream. And his breathing wasn't the only thing that was hard. He got up immediately, noticing that the sun was about to rise and set off for the cold lake. I should never have gone to sleep without that bath. Damn it, Sesshomaru, what are you doing to me?

…

 

 

To be continued…

 

Poor Miroku, being seduced by the stud of the western lands. I'm not sure how much further this fic has to go. Of course, I didn't know I was going to be writing it until it was right in front of me. Hopefully if I take it much further, my muse will offer me more story and let me approach the lemon slowly without making a mess of it. Bit of Stabbing Westward from the song “Ungod”. Remember to review! This is all I have written right now, so I've got to get back to work writing it!