A/N: Okay so… This is an… unusual fic; not just in general but for me. First off, as you have probably noticed just by looking at the characters, this fic will not be one of my two usual pairings, Sess/Kag or Inu no Taishō/Kag. I'm still not entirely sure what happened but I was drowning in writer's block and the ship that rescued me from it was Miroku/Kagome. I was appalled at first. I hated that pairing. But I ended up getting really into the pairing after I wrote my two "Moments" oneshots. This fic is inspired by a scene from those in which Kagome has Miroku listen to a song and it strongly affects him. I might include that song in this fic but I am not entirely sure.

Secondly, this fic is still in-progress of being written. I have no idea why this particular fic decided it wanted to be posted live – my muse is unreliable which is why up until now I have only ever posted complete fanfics.

Thirdly, this fic is entirely based on music. Every chapter will be a song; not your usual kind of song. Largely classical and instrumental music. As of writing this A/N I am on chapter fourteen and taking requests for songs and scenes to be portrayed. I am at the Shichinintai (Band of Seven) right now – so! If you have a classical song that you think would fit well with a specific part in the manga (or anime, although I am basing this off of the manga for the most part) or even just a scene or song you would like to be portrayed, I will do my best to meet that request if the characters decide that it suits them.

Thank you for reading this stupidly long A/N, and I hope that somebody out there enjoys this experiment of mine!

Flight of the Bumblebee – Rimsky-Koraskov

"What is it that you are doing, Kagome-sama?"

Kagome looked up, startled out of her music before she smiled at the newest addition to their group. It was Miroku-sama, and she smiled and patted the ground next to her as she looked up into his wise, curious aubergine orbs. Violet wasn't their colour, nor amethyst; no, his eyes were a darker hue than that. His eyes were the colour of eggplants – aubergines. Two wildly different sounding names for that same, vivid, deep purple colour. Not even Inuyasha or Sesshōmaru-sama's golden eyes could match it in beauty. Such an unusual colour.

He sat down next to her and she showed off the present she had been given for her fifteenth birthday – one of many of the small, compact items she had saved up for and bought once she began her trips to the Sengoku Jidai. Music livened her, heartened her, embraced her; she could not live happily without it, even when it made her heart ache. European and American Classical music, to be specific. She loved music without words the best; it pulled on your heart and imagination and soul, expressing without words those feelings so keenly felt inside of you. Or at least, it did for Kagome.

She gazed around at the field that had called this particular piece to mind. Bumblebees were flitting everywhere almost lazily, but she knew what that apparent laziness really was. Intent focus on their jobs, their duties. They had stopped in this glade to rest for the time being and so, since they were resting, Kagome was listening. She had to use her mp3 players (all four of them) sparingly because she did not know when she would get a chance to go home and recharge them. Of course, that in and of itself was why she had four of these things with her. They could last for hours upon hours and so far she hadn't exhausted them of their battery life before she got a chance to go home and recharge them. Kagome was more careful of her precious music than she was of anything else from the future.

"I am listening to music, Miroku-sama. It is a pleasure of mine that I indulge in as frequently as possible. Of course, it is not as frequently as I would like, but such is life. Pleasure takes second place to duty."

Miroku-sama gave her a wry smile at her words, showing that he understood her – for all he was lecherous, Kagome knew that there was more to him than that, though he tried to keep it hidden where no one could find it. "Music is always a delight. May I ask what you are listening to at this moment – or perhaps listen for myself?"

Kagome looked askance at him and hummed softly. This was Miroku-sama opening up to her, even if only a bit. It was unhealthy to hold yourself behind a mask, for all that Kagome was guilty of doing the same thing, but… Their masks were so similar. Always the peacemaker for everyone else's benefit, always playing at happiness, always cheerful. Maybe… Maybe they could help each other. Kagome could not let this chance go to waste.

"Of course you may. This is called "Flight of the Bumblebee" and I decided to listen to it when I saw how many bees were working on the flowers here in this meadow."

"Working, Kagome-sama?"

She smiled and turned to him, her cerulean eyes bright with the excitement of imparting knowledge from the future onto one of her compatriots from the past. "Yes! Bumblebees don't actually fly lazily around for no reason, they are working! They collect the pollen from flowers and take it back to their hives, where they turn it into the honey that we find so delicious. In my time there are farms that house man-made hives to harvest honey from. They have another job, as well, they spread the pollen from one flower to the next, it is called pollination, and it is essentially fertilising the flowers so that they can grow and spread."

Miroku-sama's eyes were alight with delight, curiosity, and wonder. He was far more interested in the workings of nature and the world around them than Inuyasha ever was, and it gratified Kagome to see such an interest in her words. "What does this song portray then? What is seen or what is fact?"

Kagome smiled mysteriously and pulled her earbuds out, selected the song again, and placed the earbuds into Miroku-sama's ears. Then she said to him, "Listen, and find out for yourself. Tell me what you think when you finish the song."

She hit play, and waited, the familiar tune buzzing about in her mind while he listened for himself.

His eyes widened, then darkened in what was probably delight. Flight of the Bumblebee was a delightful song, frantic and frenetic and filled with a sense of urgency and purpose that she sometimes felt when in the midst of battle.

"Working," he finally said, "frantic need, driven purpose, urgency in the midst of ordered disorder, things that must be accomplished within a specific frame of time. That was beautiful, Kagome-sama. Thank you most kindly for sharing it with me."

She smiled shyly at him, filled with wonder because he understood what that song made her feel. He understands. Miroku-sama might be perverted on the outside, where he can fake his happiness and take pleasure from life in unacceptable ways, but inside he is like me. I can't let this be a one time thing.

"If you want, Miroku-sama, would you listen to more sometimes?"

He smiled a genuine smile at her – the first genuine smile she had ever seen on his face – and nodded. "I would be delighted to, Kagome-sama."