Disclaimer: I do not claim rights of Inuyasha or any of the characters. Just your average fanfiction writer here.
A/N: This is an OOC story, obviously. Since we all know Miroku is a womanizer; but not in this story... Miroku is much colder in this story than he actually is in the anime/manga. Actually, he's not very cold at all in the anime/manga, but in here he is. I think it's very hot when men are dominant and possessive like this. But I won't rant about my fan girl moments... Anyways, this is dedicated to my Miroku-obsessing friend, Sango. xD She probably loves Miroku more than anyone I have ever met. Don't try and tell her otherwise. I can't promise good things will happen. xD
Rating: T for teens.
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x; What Challenges Await us;
She came to him in his bleakest hour. With the moonlight night shining down on her pale complexion and her eyes gazing at him with the warmth and love she meant to give him. He could never take his eyes off her. Never. When she looked at him the way she did, a demanding urge to possess her, to make her his, always shot through him. And it took all the will power he had in his body to push this demand aside.
If it wasn't for her, he would be as good as dead. A close battle that would have ended miserably. But she came to him. She came when she was needed. When he needed her.
Miroku was a man of honor. A strong, independent, stubborn man who travels alone; lives alone; always alone… Never to share any wonderful memories with anyone. To him, women were a burden. All he saw them for that they were only put on this planet to appease the needs of the dominant race: Males. They were meant to keep the population going. Other than that, they were just mistresses. Nothing important. They were useless beings. Women weren't capable of working as hard as men. That's what Miroku saw in his eyes. They weren't as strong and couldn't do nearly as much as the men could do. They weren't very smart either. Try having an intellectual conversation with a female and it turns into a complete failure.
All and all women were inferior to men. They were the lower sex. And what's worse is they were big flirts. Every last one of them. That's all they do is flirt around like some sex-craved chit.
Miroku never paid any mind of attention to it. Whenever he stopped at a local village to lay back, have a drink, and relax and some woman came up to him, smiling towards him invitingly, as if begging him to come to bed with her, without actually saying it, Miroku always responded to her by having her lead him to her bed, or wherever she slept.
For years Miroku has slept around. And not once has he felt affection for any of these flirtatious women. Men have their needs, too. He may not love, or like any of these useless women, but at least they prove to be good at one thing. They are great lovers for the night.
But there is one female. One who is capable of enthralling him; hypnotizing him; capable of turning his body into a molten heat of hot lava, to the point where his body craves her; starves for her; lusts for her.
It happened so suddenly. She just appeared in the midst of the night as if she was sent by God himself to soften his dense soul. She was intriguing, that's for damn sure. But, she was still just a female. Most likely a flirt like all the rest. That's what Miroku decided, with a final answer.
It happened when two pistols were pointed at him. Bandits. He thought for sure that this was it. He lived a short, isolated life and he was so certain this would be the end of it all. The bandits exchanged devious glances before one took his position straight behind Miroku, with the pistol aimed right at his temple, while the other bandit stayed in front of him, a small distance away, with the pistol pointed in the direction of his heart.
"Pathetic monk," The bandit in front scoffed before taking one last glare towards Miroku and continued on, "Go to hell you ungrateful bastard!"
BAM.
A gun shot was heard.
Miroku gasped in surprise, as did the bandit standing direction behind him. The bandit in front went numb, gapped in surprise ad started limping foreword before collapsing onto his stomach, with the pistol sliding away from his limp hand.
"The bloody hell!" The second bandit screamed out in frustration as he looked around. But he saw no one. "Who's out there! Come show yourself you bastard! I'll kill you! I swear I'll kill you with my last breath!"
The bandit shoved the pistol tighter at Miroku's temple. Miroku saw the sheer panic in the bandit's eyes. For he know that he was the next target. His partner in crime now lies, drenching in his own blood; and it is his turn. Miroku took this opportunity while the bandit was distracted and grabbed a hold of his wrist, twisting it around, giving the bandit no choice but to drop the gun and scream out in an agonizing pain. Miroku's knee came up swiftly, kneeing the bandit hard in the stomach, making him fall to the ground, clenching his stomach and Miroku took this chance to grab the gun off the ground.
With a look of pure annoyance, Miroku pointed the gun towards the bandit, glaring daggers through his cold, distant eyes. "Any last words?" Miroku asked calmly. He was always calm. Even in dangerous situations, Miroku never let his guard down and he never showed any signs of panic.
"Yes," The bandit mumbled, staring off towards his dead partner. A moment of sorrow filled his guilt stricken heart. "I would like to see the face of the man who murdered my comrade."
"Fine," Miroku replied bluntly, while keeping the pistol pointed towards the bandit. He looked towards the direction as to which the bullet was shot from and called out, "Come out from the trees. Show yourself. Let this man see the face of the man who killed his comrade, but saved my life."
There was nothing. No movement, no sound, nothing. It was all quiet in the area. Had the person who shot the bullet already have left? If so, this bandit will not get his dying wish. But, that does not faze Miroku in the least bit.
But then a rustle was heard from a bush. The man had not left yet and was about to show himself. "Yes, let me see the man who saved my life," Miroku repeated, drawing his attention away from the bandit; which turned out to be a fatal mistake.
"Die you worthless monk!" The bandit screamed out as he charged at Miroku, head first, attempting to knock him over. But, Miroku's attention quickly left the man who was about to show himself and he instantly dodged the bandit's quick attack just at the last second. Miroku may have fell for his plan once, but he was sure not going to fall for it again.
Miroku's hand rammed into the back of the Bandit's neck, knocking him over to the ground. But the bandit used this opportunity to quickly grab the gun from Miroku's hand and point it towards him. "Go to hell!"
BAM!
Another gunshot.
Miroku froze. His expression calm as ever, but inside he was shocked and tense. The bandit, who was about to end his bleak existence dropped the pistol and he, too, fell to the ground, motionless and dead, just as his partner had. But, that does not matter to Miroku. What matters is who had shot both bandits, saving his life? Whoever he was, the man will be rewarded, Miroku thought with a slight nod as he turned around to see the man.
But what he saw was so unexpected, that for the first time in . . . God knows how long, Miroku showed a look other than a calm expression. He showed a surprise, shocked look. It couldn't be. The person who had saved him from his own death was no sort of man. It was . . . a woman!
The female noticed the man's shocked look and her brows shot down, enraged. Everywhere she goes she gets the same look if she does something only a man is fit to do. It's as if no one has ever seen a strong woman before. As if it's never even heard of; which really, it isn't.
"You're welcome," she snapped in reply and turned around to walk away. Still, Miroku stood there, shocked that a woman saved his life. A woman! My life was spared because of this…woman? Miroku questioned himself unable to believe such nonsense was true. Woman were nothing. They could not fight, they were basically the inferior sex. Yet this woman shot both bandits and looked as if she had no remorse.
How intriguing. Miroku thought with an amused smirk. Even though she is a woman, he figured he should repay her somehow. She did save his life. That deserves some sort of reward.
"Name your price." He said bluntly, not even bothering to explain himself. But that reply was not good enough for the woman.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You risked your life to save my own. That bandit could have gone after you. Or you could have just let me die, but you did not. You will be well rewarded either way, so name your price."
"I do not need your noble rewards!" She scoffed towards him, turning around to give him one last glare. Then with a "humph" she swung back around, ignoring him as if he wasn't there in the first place.
"Is that so?" Male amusement was noted in his tone, but Sango ignored it and kept walking.
"That is so," She replied, somewhat mocking him.
And her mockery made Miroku's amusement grow even more. He was so interested in this woman that it surprised him inside. He had never been interested in any woman before. They all were un-amusing and rather dull. Yet this one female, with her rebellious act, was intriguing him more and more. Was it just that he wanted something he could not have?
"Well, I must reward you somehow, my lady." With a casual walk, he stalked towards her, with a faster walking pace than hers and easily caught up to her, stepping in front of her, stopping her from walking any further.
"I said I don't want your rewards. So knock it off!" She went to brush past him, but his arm slipped around her waste, stopping her from going any further from him than she already was. And that was only about a few inches distance. "Hey, what's your problem! I save your life so you think you can flex out your muscles towards me and expect me to do as you say as if it's how it's meant to be!"
"It is how it's meant to be."
"No it's not you arrogant man!"
"Arrogant?" He repeated out loud, still holding her firmly so she wouldn't be able to just waltz away. "I guess arrogant would be a good word to use."
"Same with annoying." She pointed out, expecting him to get somewhat mad and release her of his grip. But he did the opposite of that. He smirked. An amusing smirk to show she's not offending him in the least bit, but basically entertaining him.
"Are you sure you do not want a reward?" He whispered huskily as he bend down and brushed the tip of his lips against the softness of her cheek. She smelled so good, Miroku thought to himself as his lips moved softly over her smooth skin, over to her ear.
He saw her body tense up and realization hit him as he noted that she's never done this before, or has never had a romantic intercourse with anyone. "Such an innocent little girl you are." His voice was a low whisper as he breathed it softly into her ear. His thump moved over her other cheek, low and carressing, giving off a little massage that was meant to tease her needs; tease his needs and drive them both into a moment of pure temptation
But that didn't happen for Miroku the moment Sango finally unfroze at the mention of being called a 'little girl' and she snapped back into reality. Her fist clenched up into a tight ball and before Miroku could even see it coming she bashed at the side of his head real hard, making him stumble back in surprise.
"I said knock it off! Who the hell do you think you are! I am not one of your mistresses you think you can rule over. I am my own woman. I have some dignity you know and I don't have to listen to the likes of you. Go to one of your mistresses if you would like to have some sort of an affair but do not dare come to me for one! Are we clear?"
"Crystal." He lazily shrugged and she noted the smile that was forming on his face and her eyes narrowed once again.
"Wipe that smirk off your face. I do not appreciate you laughing at everything I do."
"You don't, do you?" His movements were laid back and lazy. As if he just completely forgot about her hitting him. Inside, Sango was surprised he didn't attempt to do anything about it. Usually men would have tried to beaten her back. But mostly in failed attempts.
This is why Sango is different from most female. She is strong; independent. She refuses to be ruled over by some arrogant male. She always felt that men and woman have equal rights and hopes that one day that will happen. As for right now, she will always claim herself equal to them. If a man tries to hit her, she fights back. And she does a good job at doing it. She's a very skilled fighter, and that's not the only thing that she is good at. Her aim at shooting pistols is positively amazing. And usually she hits her target dead one. It is rare for her to miss.
"Hm. Anyways, it was very…erm…nice meeting you…" She trailed off, realizing she doesn't even know the man's name. When in reality, not that it matters.
"Miroku." He replied.
"Ah yes. It was nice meeting you, Miroku." She lied, as she rolled her eyes, and brushed past him. But once again and arm reached out and grabbed a hold of her wrist, halting her escape.
"If you don't let me go right this instant—" She cut herself off and swung her hand at him again, to prove her point about her being serious.
But this time, Miroku expected it. He saw it coming and prepared himself for it. Right before her hand bashed into his temple, his other hand grabbed a hold of that wrist, basically pinning her to him.
Sango's eyes widened. No man has ever been able to out-do her. For years she has trained with her father to become a strong woman. Someone not to be messed with. And people began to fear her. She was known not to go and pick a fight with. Even some of the males felt inferior to her. And that made her feel important. But here they are, this one man pinning her to him, and she is unable to do a thing about it. How can this be? All this training to prove her point about male and female equality and she was easily brought down by the man she saved!
"Ungrateful bastard! You have no heart!"
"That, we can both agree on…" He trailed off, not knowing this woman's name as well.
Sango got the hint that he was reaching out for her name. And she ignored his request. She shook her head no, refusing to give his name and Miroku's eyes narrowed towards her.
But his unspeakable threat didn't bother Sango. She's a strong woman. This stranger can't easily bring her down with looks of disappointment. Why the hell would she even care if he was mad at her?
"Come back with me and I will give you some sort of reward."
"What do you not understand by 'I don't want a reward!' Are you deaf?" she spit out towards him. She could not believe her ears. He's still going on about this pointless reward she could careless about. I should have left him to die... Sango thought inwardly, continuing to glare towards Miroku.
"You are a brave woman," He ignored her outburst and turned his head to the side and stared blankly away from her. "I want you to somehow be rewarded."
With a defeating sigh, Sango gave up and gave a slight nod. "What did you have in mind?"
"Heh," Miroku raised an eyebrow, relieved that he could finally win the battle against this woman. Out of all the battles he fought, with weapons or words, this was the most difficult one. And it's still one he did not win: to fully get her to surrender herself to him just for one night.
But that might be a challenge because she wasn't lying when she said she was different. She may not be one of those females who sleep around and will be so willing to join him in bed. Even if it was for just one night All he needs is one night; just one, and then she can go on her way.
"Do you live around here?"
"I do, yes."
"Good. I will escort you home and there we can talk about your reward."
Sango shook her head, annoyed. "Whatever you say, your highness." She mocked him, obviously making fun of his attitude that males are the dominant race. Miroku noticed that mockery and hid the smirk that threatened to appear.
This woman is surely going to be the death of him if she keeps this us, Miroku noted in his mind as he followed next to her while she led him to her home.
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A/N: That is all. At first this was intended to be a one-shot. Well…see how well that worked out. I just kept writing and writing and getting more and more ideas in my mind that if I did make this a one-shot, it would be like 20 chapters in one. So, I am going to make chapters.
…Happy, Sango?! xD
Anyways first chapters are never good. So, I don't expect this to be amazing. But even so, reviews and PM's make me feel cool. So, please please please review. It always makes me feel good for some reason like some epic fanfiction nerd. Haha.
