Lay me down, Miroku.
I've had enough blood for one day.
It's my fault, isn't it?
No, Inuyasha.
It isn't your fault.
It was ment to be this way.
Shut up.
It's my fault they died, and you know it.
I could've... I should've...
Inuy...
You can't expect to save everyone.
It's not your-
It WAS my responsibality!
This sword is the 'protector of man!'
Miroku, I can't do this anymore.
But Inuyasha...
I... I have something to tell you.
Something important.
I'm not in the mood, Miroku.
Are you just going to tell me something else that's sad?
Something else that is my fault?
No, Inuyasha...
If I took off my clothes and pressed myself agenst you...
how would you react?
... Miroku?
If I trailed kisses over your coller bone and up your neck...
if I took your ear in my mouth...
If I took something else in my mouth...
Mir-miroku...
I'm not finished.
If I laid you down and removed your clothes,
then straddled your hips...
Miroku... listen to me...
No. Let me finish.
If I started to rock agenst you,
would you moan with me?
Miroku, I-
Please.
Would you move with me?
If I told you to scream out my name, would you?
Could you?
If I needed relief from misery,
would you whipe my tears?
Would you brush the sweat from my brow?
Would you groan?
Would you moan?
Would you trust me enough to seek me for your sweet release?
Miroku...
Inuy...
Yes.