It is a game to him. One that began as soon as he met her. He likes to
push her, see how far he can go before she gets angry. When she grits her
teeth and shouts out his name, he has to suppress a grin. If he smiles at
her, he loses. But sometimes, when he gets her really mad, and she yells,
"Sit boy!" then he has also lost.
His goal is to make her mad enough to clench her fists and glare at him. Usually he glares right back, turning it into a staring contest. Sometimes he likes to stare into the distance, which gets her even angrier, because she tries to make him look at her, not stopping until they are both shouting at each other.
It is so satisfying to him when the slight tinge of pink flushes her cheeks, and her voice is louder than any demon's cry. When she is like that he finds himself wanting to fall over and roll around laughing at her. Instead, he exercises all the control he can muster to snort at her and roll his eyes, replying to everything she says with a nonchalant,
"Feh."
He wonders if she has figured it out yet. If she has realized it is nothing more than a game. He doubts it, because she is always storming off or muttering things about him after every disagreement. Often, he wonders if she will ever figure it out. He doubts that, too.
To him, there is no limit to the game. She will always call out his name with a mixture of frustration and anger, and he will always tease her to no end. Sometimes Sango will join in the game, but that's unfair in his opinion. Because Miroku never chooses sides and he is always left to fight alone. And whenever Sango helps her, then he loses, because it isn't the game he likes to play anymore. No, in his game it's just him and her, always name calling, always arguing.
The game only ends on one condition. When she's in danger. Then it's no longer a game. It's almost like a new game, only there is no mirth in this one. The stakes are higher, and if he loses, then he loses her, too. But that is the only time the game stops, even when she goes home, angry and stubbornly refuses to come back, the game continues. This unending war will never cease, at least not while he's enjoying it this much.
But then, when he sees the other one, Kikyo, he runs to her, holds her, and says things to her, things he would never say to Kagome. Promises her everything, tenderly cradles her in his arms, and grasps onto her like he could never let go, it's not a game then. It isn't a game when he leans in and captures her lips. Yet, he still feels as though he has lost as she eventually parts from him, disappearing into nothing. She is gone, without a trace left behind to show she was there, save for the feel of her lips planted on his.
And when he returns back to the others she won't look at him, won't argue, won't smile, won't speak. The painful expression on her usually cheerful and bright face says enough.
This time the game has gone too far. And she no longer wants to play.
"Sit boy!" then he has also lost.
His goal is to make her mad enough to clench her fists and glare at him. Usually he glares right back, turning it into a staring contest. Sometimes he likes to stare into the distance, which gets her even angrier, because she tries to make him look at her, not stopping until they are both shouting at each other.
It is so satisfying to him when the slight tinge of pink flushes her cheeks, and her voice is louder than any demon's cry. When she is like that he finds himself wanting to fall over and roll around laughing at her. Instead, he exercises all the control he can muster to snort at her and roll his eyes, replying to everything she says with a nonchalant,
"Feh."
He wonders if she has figured it out yet. If she has realized it is nothing more than a game. He doubts it, because she is always storming off or muttering things about him after every disagreement. Often, he wonders if she will ever figure it out. He doubts that, too.
To him, there is no limit to the game. She will always call out his name with a mixture of frustration and anger, and he will always tease her to no end. Sometimes Sango will join in the game, but that's unfair in his opinion. Because Miroku never chooses sides and he is always left to fight alone. And whenever Sango helps her, then he loses, because it isn't the game he likes to play anymore. No, in his game it's just him and her, always name calling, always arguing.
The game only ends on one condition. When she's in danger. Then it's no longer a game. It's almost like a new game, only there is no mirth in this one. The stakes are higher, and if he loses, then he loses her, too. But that is the only time the game stops, even when she goes home, angry and stubbornly refuses to come back, the game continues. This unending war will never cease, at least not while he's enjoying it this much.
But then, when he sees the other one, Kikyo, he runs to her, holds her, and says things to her, things he would never say to Kagome. Promises her everything, tenderly cradles her in his arms, and grasps onto her like he could never let go, it's not a game then. It isn't a game when he leans in and captures her lips. Yet, he still feels as though he has lost as she eventually parts from him, disappearing into nothing. She is gone, without a trace left behind to show she was there, save for the feel of her lips planted on his.
And when he returns back to the others she won't look at him, won't argue, won't smile, won't speak. The painful expression on her usually cheerful and bright face says enough.
This time the game has gone too far. And she no longer wants to play.