Every Dog Has His Day
Every Dog Has His Day
Of Love and Bad Mornings
Chapter 7
TT
Sango chewed her food while glancing over at the very content monk. He was exasperating.
After exorcising an ominous dark cloud hanging over the village, the village leader was so thankful for the monk's help that he offered dinner to everyone and place to stay the night.
Ominous black cloud her foot.
As they finished their meals, Sango began to feel the anxious butterflies rise in her stomach once more. She had stamped them down on their journey, but in truth she couldn't make them go away.
She had yet to really talk to Miroku about what had happened with the whole fruit incident.
As a side note, she was sure to listen to him next time he was wary of food. She had felt like she had been stuck in one of those awful dreams where you wake up embarrassed by your own lurid thoughts.
And the village women, she had heard them talking about it. The fruit only intensifies a person's desire. It only lowers their inhibitions. This would mean…
Crap.
She could argue with herself, most of the time, that she was not really attracted to that..that lech…
But how could she argue with something she had already admitted too?
Well she admitted to it by throwing herself at him under the influence of some very strange and horrible fruit…but still.
Oh by everything that is holy in this world, she couldn't get the picture of her pushing herself up against him in the bath out her head.
Her hands had glided over chest. The light muscling of his pectoral muscles were slick from the steam rising up from the bath.
Her own body had both tightened and relaxed at the feel of him when she pressed into him. Something warmed had whirled around in her stomach, it had felt…amazing. Like her whole body was getting ready to explode and melt at he same time.
"Hey Sango."
"Sango?"
Shippou waved his small clawed hand in front of her glazed far away eyes several times.
It took a moment but then the light could be seen coming back, and she blinked rapidly before focusing on the kit.
"Oh, Shippou did you need something?' She asked politely, schooling her tone to not betray the raging embarrassment flooding her system.
Her cheeks however were red and giving her away in spite.
"Um, nothing Sango, but you looked kind of like you were sleeping with your eyes open. That's really creepy."
"No, I was not asleep, I was just thinking…" Her blush would not fade, and she ducked her head allowing her bangs to shade her eyes.
"Oh, well ok then." Shippou stepped away and went back to his place on the floor near Kirara. Adults were a continually unfolding mystery to him.
"Sango are you feeling well? You face is flushed, I hope that your not feeling ill?" Despite the carefully worded sentence meant to show caring, Sango could here the mirth hidden in the Monks voice.
That jerk was mocking her. She was sure he had more than a hunch about what she was thinking.
His head was always leaning towards the perverse, so one could assume he would be able to tell when someone else had their head in the gutter.
"I'm fine monk." Her clipped tone did not stunt the monks amusement. In fact a small grin split his face.
"I'm going outside to get some air." Sango announced and got up quite quickly. The man was insufferable.
The remaining occupants of the room watched her go, but only one was aware of her reasons for leaving.
Sanog breathed in deeply as she stepped out of the room. Her nerves needed to settle. Her body still felt like it was hyperaware.
The blush still warmed her cheeks, and the memories of her day dreaming still had tingles crawling about her skin.
She just needed to calm her betraying thoughts and then she could go back in.
Sango seated herself gracefully at the edge of the porch.
There was a cool air coming down from the mountain and she felt the refreshing breeze deep in her lungs.
For a moment she could feel her nerves settle, and her tense and tired muscles relax. Being around Miroku all that time had kept her tense, and now her body was paying for it.
The quiet sounds of the surrounding forest ere comforting, and she was glad to have this peace, before finding herself under the ever observant eye of Miroku.
It lasted only a few minutes before her peace was disrupted.
The monk just couldn't let it go.
"Beautiful night." He said offhandedly.
He knew neither of them really cared about the weather at the moment. Perhaps if they were sleeping without a roof over their heads, then they might give it a little more consideration.
"Yes, it is." She returned with all the interest feigned, that he had pretended to have.
There was beat of silence, but Sango knew that he would be the one to break it. He had obviously come out here to say something.
"Sango, were you ever going to tell me how you felt?"
…
Sango hesitated for moment. She had truly not considered that he might be so foreword. He was really getting straight to the point.
No playful innuendo or joking, he was being serious.
Her throat choked with denial, someway not to walk down this dangerous path. But the truth crept out, and with it, its companion of bitterness.
"How could I say anything to you Miroku, when you chase every girl who bats an eyelash at you?"
She felt him grow quiet, the way he does before answering carefully, but she continued.
"I will not be like those girls Miroku." She spoke calmly, just above a whisper.
She heard the long exhale of air from his longs. It was the first sign that he had decided on what to say.
"Sango you could not possibly be like one of those girls as you say, you are like no girl I have ever met before."
His words let something flutter through her.
"You mean more to me Sango, than any of those women ever could."
His calm and sure words were uttered with such certainty that it seemed there was no doubt in his mind about it.
Her heart was tightening with emotion… right before he stomped it flat.
"But I can not love you as woman."
Sango swallowed forcibly. She had thought on it before. She was not a very acceptable woman.
"You are my companion in battle, and a comrade."
She was a warrior. She was raised to fight alongside men, not be the demure wife and mother.
But it still hurt so much to hear him say that, to have him acknowledge her shortcomings.
"I understand, it's not like I thought you were in love with me." Sango bit her tongue viciously to stop the tears from flowing, and stop the sob in her throat.
"I have to go now." She stood quickly, her heart was breaking and she couldn't stop the tears for long.
"Sango wait." He shifted suddenly, opening his body to her direction.
"You did not let me finish."
Sango did not move, but there was part of her that just wanted to run. She wanted to get as far away from here as she could. She just needed a moment to herself. What more could he possibly have to say?
"Sango, when this is finished, when Naraku is defeated…" He paused. "If I survive and the curse is taken from me, I would like you to live with me and bare my children."
He seemed for the first time speaking to her that night, to have a slight unsure ness to his voice. As if he feared her rejection.
Sango felt the air hitch in throat. She turned her head to look at him quickly, and the movement caused the pooling tears in her eyes to fall down her cheeks.
"Miroku…" She searched for the words, but her mind was drawing a blank.
The monk reached up and took hold of one of her hands, gently guiding her to sit beside him again.
"When all our troubles are behind us, would you do me this honor?"
"Y..es." She choked out, as more tears made their way down the already wet lines of her face.
Miroku smiled a small smile, the kind given to someone to make them feel cherished.
He raised his hands to her face, and began to wipe away the tears, with the pads of his thumbs.
"I'm glad, Sango." He took her face in his hands, taking in the delicate structure. She seemed too small, too pretty to be the fierce fighter that he knew she was.
She was a creature of contradictions. A fact he found wholly endearing.
Slowly he leaned into her; her large brown eyes stayed looking into his. She did not pull away, and he pressed his lips onto hers. This was their first real kiss, devoid of any drugging effects.
It was better then any of the fumbling attempts the pink fruit had elicited.
He captured her bottom lip and pressed firmly. Never again would they deny what was between them.
Sango copied his slow and patient movements. She was terrified he could feel her heart beating furiously within her chest.
He kissed her until she felt dizzy with the emotions it gave life to.
When he finally pulled away she was breathless and blushing. His hands stayed to either side of her face, that same small smile still playing across his lips.
She was beautiful like this.
It seemed almost cruel that he had already made his mind up, that nothing could happen between them until their quest was complete.
He had not been lying when he had said he could not love her as a woman. He could not let them loose themselves so much in their affection for one another that they would lose sight of the task at hand. Naraku had to be taken down before all else.
Before he could lay her down in his bed, that evil would have to be destroyed.
Before she could bare his children, he would have to know they would not suffer the same curse as he did.
So instead he pulled her towards himself
Though he longed to feel her skin on his, to be able to touch the flesh that he had only touched through layers of clothe, for now this would have to do.
Sango seemed content to sit in his arms, wearing a heavy blush.
She was not knowledgeable about the ways of men and women. For her, being held in his arms was a new experience. This was a new level of intimacy she had never reached with a man. For him, having had more experience it was almost maddening to sit serenely with her, drawing small circles on the calloused palm of her hand. He cared more for her then any other woman he had ever been intimate with.
Now looking back on those experiences they seemed cheap like poorly worked pieces, of what should have been fine jewelry.
Pulling her more fully against him, he found forcing her confession had opened the flood gate of his own emotions. The feelings of friendship, affection and a healthy mix of attraction were running rampant through him. He had known he harbored these feelings for the demon exterminator. For some time he had considered her to be only woman he could live with and raise children with. But the constant threat of Naraku, and his own limited time, with the growing hole in his hand had caused him to remain silent.
That blessed fruit however, for all the trouble it caused, it had forced his hand.
He could not allow her to think that her affections and desires towards him were not reciprocated. It would have been a cruel deception.
Miroku leaned into her, as she tucked herself completely into the nook of his side.
The softness of her hair, as he laid his chin on her head was its own seduction.
She had a light smell of wild flowers, and he was infinitely aware of the flat stomach that his long fingers rested against as his unoccupied hand held her waist. One thing was for sure, if Naraku's curse didn't end up killing him, surely having this woman love him, but not being able to act on it would.
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Kagome was only partly awake. Annoyingly nature had come calling and she was trying to now convince her bladder, just five more minutes. Her alarm clock was easier to sway.
Eventually she hit the moment of no return. Grudgingly, she threw back her warm sleeping bag.
The chill of the night time air hit her like a ton of bricks. If her bladder wasn't about to float away with her, she would have tucked that blanket right back around herself and gone to sleep again until the air was a more reasonable summer temp.
As she stood she felt the goose bumps rise on her skin. Turning around she could see Inuyasha still leaned against the tree, arms folded and head down.
True to what he said he was still on the ground with her.
She was really going to have to be nice to him, and try and make up for lying to him about Kikyou. Even now she felt the urge to wake him up and tell him everything, just so she could have a clear conscience. But that would just start their fighting all over again. If she could just make it up to him some other way, then it would make it ok.
And if she kept telling herself that…maybe it would become true.
Shaking off her guilty pangs started to move past him.
Kagome took a step toward an opening in the clearing, when she realized with a groan, she should probably grab a new tampon.
Glancing at the sleeping half demon she decided that he wasn't going to suddenly spring to life and question what she was looking for in her bag. She crouched down and shoved her hand in to the bulging bag, seeking out the plastic wrapped cylinder.
For a moment she had the awful fear that maybe Inuyasha had gone through her bag and thrown them out.
Finally finding it, she clenched it in her fist and began to creep by Inuyasha.
She was almost past him when it happened.
A clawed hand shot out of no where and grabbed on tight to her ankle.
"Where are you going?" Inuyasha asked, his head still down as if he were asleep. That sneaky bastard.
Inuyasha!" She screeched. "Don't scare me like that." She jerked at her ankle but he would not release her.
"Don't try to sneak out of camp at night." He pulled at her ankle, putting her off balance. He yanked a little harder and she was up hopping on one foot.
"IN..uu …yyashhaaaaa!" She was waving her arms around and trying to regain balance. The hanyou still wouldn't let her put her other foot down.
She eventually landed in heap beside him. He was looking at her impassively. Clearly he had intended her to land on her butt.
Killing him was a wonderfully tempting option.
"What the hell did you do that for you ass!"
He merely shrugged.
"You weren't answering me." He said, as though putting her on her ass was the most logical rebuttal for a slow answer.
Kagome's face screwed up in annoyance.
"I have to go pee!"
He quirked an eyebrow, and then glanced at her closed fist, the one holding the tampon.
"What's this?" And like the paranoid guy he was, he grabbed at her hand determined to discover what it was she was hiding from him
Kagome realized a second too late what he was getting at; as she tried to jerk her hand back he snatched it.
She continued to struggle and try and twist her fist away, but to avail.
"Its…none…of your….business."
Unfortunately she could not come close to matching his strength. He pulled her arm over, and turned it so it was facing closed palm up. Then he pressed the pressure point of her wrist, causing her fingers to unclench.
Plucking the object from her hand he held it up quickly for inspection.
Kagome's jaw was dropped, in both shock, embarrassment, as well as the audacity of him.
"Kagome?" There was a definite curiosity in his voice now.
"Give that back!" She swiped at it, but he calmly avoided her grabbing hand.
"This isn't one of those…things, is it?" He tilted the object one way, then another.
Kagome was seething.
"Kagome…" He looked at her sharply.
"Is this one of those things that you put…."
Kagome slammed her hand over his mouth. She grabbed at the tampon again, this time he didn't pull it away.
"Don't even say it Inuyasha." She warned seriously, and then proceeded to rise and head off into the woods.
"Oh Kagome, what did I tell you about putting things up there!"
The growl that rumbled its way out of her throat was impressive.
"Inuyasha if you still had the prayer beads I wouldn't need to use the spell, I would just strangle you with them!"
Inuyasha wisely did not respond to her retreating form.
Inuyasha sat restlessly against the tree, awaiting her return. He didn't really like her wandering away at night.
It was a feeling that stemmed from the fact that she had audacity to get almost killed every time she stepped out of his line of sight. That and the fact that the rest of the time she tended to run off towards home, or get kidnapped by bastard wolves, who have no fucking business taking off with her…
Inuyasha was still sitting arms folded, looking like he was trying to look, not as if he was impatiently awaiting her return, when she trudged her way back out of the brush.
He was well aware that she was there but he stubbornly refused to acknowledge that. Instead he kept his arm tightly folded and his eyes down, feigning sleep once more.
"Inuyasha?"
He did not answer.
"Inuyasha?" This time she spoke a little louder.
He still did not answer, but as she bent to his ear level and sucked back, ready to unleash a painful yell into his sensitive ear, he whipped his head around.
"Don't even think about it."
Kagome let out the breath and air and gave him a cattish smile. Shrugging her shoulders at him she moved to sit beside him.
"Inuyasha, did you sleep down here because you thought that I would try and leave in the middle of the night?"
He glanced at her sideways.
"And what if I did?"
She considered him for a moment.
"You can trust me Inuyasha. The only reason I have to sneak away at night, is when I tell you I have to go home, and you try and stop me."
Inuyasha grunted a non-committal reply, but he did reach down and grab her sleeping bag and haphazardly toss it toward her.
Kagome tugged the blanket over her chilly legs instantly.
"I'm sorry." He said, even though he had a look of confusion on his face, as though he was not sure of why he was apologizing.
Kagome turned to look at him.
"Um…"
He cut her off.
"I'm sorry I …embarrassed you with your…female things."
Kagome didn't respond right away. Inuyasha chanced a glance back at her.
Bam!
A handful of pinecones hit him in face.
"You are such idiot sometimes." Kagome huffed, without any malice in her voice.
She settled down pulling the blanket up higher on her body, and seemed perfectly content to let the whole matter drop.
Inuyasha looked at her wearily, but returned to his sleeping pose. Kagome laid her head on his shoulder soon after.
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Kagome was painfully aware of the fact that she had spent the majority of the night sitting against a tree.
Her neck had a crick in it, there was bark imprints on her back, and her butt was numb.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she could feel that Inuyasha was no longer beside her.
It took a few moments for her eyes to focus, and as she looked out blearily into their little campsite she was struck at the odd sight of what looked like two Inuyashas…
What….Uh oh…
"Shesshomaru" Inuyasha growled his sword already drawn.
"Put the sword away you fool, I have no need to fight someone so weak." Sesshomaru said in a tone that lacked any emotion.
Kagome groaned.
This was a terrible way to wake up in the morning.
