A/N: Here we go! And I must say that I think I am becoming a better writer! Before my writing was horrendous! Now it's decent. I'm trying :P.
THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!! Hehe, I've read romance before, tell me if it was ANY good lol.
Chapter Eleven: Cold Chowder
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha
3:48pm Fourth Day
"Rock! --"
"Paper! --Hah, I win!" Kagome cried out and through her fists into the air in triumph. Her face was full of determination and domination. His wasn't.
Inuyasha frowned and folded his arms together. For some reason he just had no luck in this game. He had won almost all the matches for the first while, but then for the past half hour, he'd lost every single game.
"Keh, you only win because I let you…"
"Uh huh, like I'll believe that one!" Her large proud grin tinkered down his frustration slightly. She had to be so damn cute! It wasn't fair; he couldn't seduce her with just a smile! Well, he'd never really tried…
Inuyasha gave her his wicked half smile and just stared straight into her eyes. At first she obviously took it in as a game; maybe a staring contest. Then, she faltered, and he was surprised. So he did have an affect with a smoldering gaze.
"So, uh, we got any food left? You hungry?" she asked, clearly vaguely nervous and modestly uncomfortable. He smirked, releasing her.
"Sure and I dunno, but, I'll watch you check."
A pause.
"That's…funny. I thought you said--"
"You heard me pretty damn well the first time, I think," Inuyasha said, putting his 'look' back on. He stared straight at her lips. He was getting a kick out of this. She blushed and, to cover it up, scowled her Inuyasha-absorbing scowl of hers.
"You pervert! Quit being like Miroku!"
"Maybe…that's what I'm trying to do…"
Kagome's watch beeped four times, telling them it was 4 o'clock. It definitely ruined the mood.
But it was what he'd said that really DID shut her up.
He didn't want her to stop talking though…
"What's the matter with you all o' sudden, Kagome?" he put on his most innocent puppy gaze, and unknowingly made Kagome's heart skip a beat.
She turned serious. "Nothing! There's nothing wrong here, nothing at all." Kagome walked over to the bag and shuffled around. "Why, I'm perfectly okay, and I, uh, nothing's the matter--"
"It doesn't sound like it, Kagome."
"Why, I-I knew what you meant--"
"Kagome…?"
"I'm not some idiot, you know!--"
"You're --"
"Where in the world…!--"
"Stop, dammit!"
She looked at him with a skittish sidelong glance. It lasted only a moment, though.
He sighed and began laughing, a real Inuyasha laugh. That didn't happen too often.
"I had you, there!" Her face changed a darker shade.
"You're unbelievable!" Then he flashed another seductive smile. She paused. Again!
"You're the one who's unbelievable, Kagome! It's so small. I should have learned to give you a smile like this to shut you up ages ago," he muttered. She looked pissed now, he noted.
"Why, you!--"
Smile.
Pause.
"Ugh! You're such a jerk!"
Smile.
Frown.
Inuyasha smirked. "You know, you're really beautiful when you're angry."
"That's good. Then I'll always look beautiful when I'm around you!"
"Yep, basically."
She grumbled and pulled out on of the remaining cans of soup. This one was English Clam Chowder. After opening it and pouring the contents into a bowl, she heated it up, took it out, heated it up some more, and then after it was hot enough, gave it to Inuyasha. He tried it and his face held a confused expression.
"What the hell is this stuff?" He lifted a spoonful up and sniffed it.
"Clam chowder; what do you think?" she placed her hands on her hips while he tasted it.
"It's…weird."
"You've never had it before, but is it bad, or what?" she asked, really wanting to know. She'd had just about any type of food. Nothing seemed to be new to her. Not after spending a year in the feudal era.
"It's not exactly bad…it's just…strange. I'll get used to it," he finally decided, knowing that there was no other food available and not wanting to face Kagome's scorn.
"Inuyasha…" Kagome spoke up after sitting down next to him. His white silky ears flicked towards her. She continued, "well, about what you said earlier…about acting like Miroku. What did that mean, exactly?"
He coughed, choking on a rather large piece of square-clam-stuff. He placed the bowl a ways away.
"Oh! Never mind, Inuyasha, that was stupid of me to ask," she said quickly and held her hands up in protest and kept them there, not knowing where to place them. He just looked at her for a minute while she fidgeted under his gaze. She appeared to not be able to stare him directly in the eyes either. She put her hands into fists, relaxed them, did it again.
He reached up and grabbed one of her hands to her surprise, and placed it on his chest. Her dark ruddy eyes glistened and widened.
"Kagome, you own my heart. Decipher it in any way you choose."
She wanted to cry.
He could smell it.
Smile.
Scowl.
Both their hearts skipped a beat.
They kissed.
They were so happy. Why couldn't this last forever?
The chowder went cold. She would need to reheat it some more…
CHANGE IN POV
"Let's talk."
I don't want to talk, Sango thought.
"Why?"
Miroku's smile returned and the look in his eye sent another shiver down her spine.
Miroku, stop it, you'll make me do something I'll regret!, she thought some more.
"Sango, you will be my wife once Naraku is defeated, right?" Sango nodded, not wanting to test her voice yet. "May I…May I just kiss you once?"
She knew she was blushing and he knew he was getting turned on by her innocent stunned reaction. He also knew he'd never figure out why this woman in particular was the one to tame him, the one to give him that leash he had never wanted before…until now.
"Miroku…" She looked away and held a small sad smile. His heart hurt. He hated causing her pain.
"Forget it my beloved Sango. This dashing man can wait for you. It just seems so far away…" he flashed a cheesy grin to lessen the strain in the air between them. She shook her head in protest.
"It's not that I don't want to, but!--"
"It is okay, Sango. You don't have to explain yourself. I know I'm not worthy yet…I still have to prove my love to you," he looked defeated and sunken a little. She rolled her eyes.
"You're crazy! When did I say that, monk?"
"Well, I suppose you never actually voiced it but…"
"Silly, Miroku. It's just…I've just never kissed anyone before," she admitted shyly. That seemed to lighten the mood and spark the igniter. Somehow he was right in front of her.
"Is that just so?" he seemed eager to know.
"Yes," she said, taking her eyes off of him. He glowed from delight.
"That's wonderful! Sango, I'll enjoy this far more than you will!"
"You jerk!"
"What I mean is, well, it's hard to explain. But don't think you won't enjoy my lips too," Miroku said slyly. She blushed more.
They sat there for a moment, Sango nervously waiting, Miroku teasing her with anticipation.
"First?" she asked quietly.
"Close your eyes," he whispered. She looked at him suspiciously.
"I knew I had to earn your love! --"
"Shh! My eyes are closed," she said quickly. She missed his cunning smile.
"Good," he whispered, his face sounded only mere inches away. She sat motionless, waiting for the incoming, ice shattering contact. She could feel his lips hover just so close. She could breathe in his breath and taste his air.
His lips wandered close to hers, roamed over her eyes, meandered over her cheeks and jaw. When they passed by her lips again she almost couldn't take the pleasure of yearning for his lavish lips.
Just kiss me, already!, she thought.
She leaned closer, and just barely made the slightest touch, but to her dismay, he retreated. She could feel her heart thump louder. He had to hear it; so loud!
Then, finally, she felt him kiss her neck. Her small moan escaped and she could feel his lips curve in a slight grin. He kissed up and up. She only thought about how wonderful he was.
And all he could think was how good her skin smelt, how warm she was.
She practically purred when he finally made contact with her wanton mouth. Then she purred louder when his tongue went in.
"You taste delicious," Miroku muttered as he kissed her. She giggled.
"So do you, monk," she replied.
"You guys can taste each other? That's disgusting!"
They stiffened and slowly looked up at a darling little Shippo. He had a devious smirk on his face.
Hmm, so they weren't in Kagome's era after all…
"Miroku, what do you mean by delicious, anyways?" Miroku gave him an innocent embarrassed appearance and waved his hands, attempting to defend himself from any accusations.
"When you're older, young Shippo," he answered. Sango jumped up, recovering quickly.
"Shippo, help us out of here!" She called out. Miroku stayed seated.
"I dunno if I should. You two seem pretty cozy down there!" he yelled out. Sango glared. "I wouldn't want you guys doing that nasty stuff around me in Kaede's hut! It's safer for me if you guys stay here."
"C'mon, Shippo! We've been down here for days, we're starving, we're thirsty, get us out!" Miroku called out cheerfully. Somehow Sango loosed her glare on him.
What did I do?, Miroku thought.
"You know, you're not all that intimidating when you're sitting on her behind and smiling at him!"
"Believe me Sango, this smile won't leave for a while," he winked. She blushed again.
"Well, the least you can do is stand up," she said less forcefully, losing her anger, him losing his agro.
"Sango, I can't."
She lifted an eyebrow at him in curiosity.
He blushed.
He actually blushed.
"Believe me, Sango, it's safer and less…awkward if I just stay seated," he replied, sighing. He shifted his position slightly and seemed to appear more comfortable.
Hmm, Sango thought. She'd get an explanation out of him later.
She turned her direction back toward Shippo. "Please let us out of here!"
"I'm too small to do that!"
"Get someone who is big enough, already," Miroku suggested, a little annoyed.
"Well, I don't see anyone around that can, sorry!" he said, not at all. He had a big goofy grin on his face; enjoying himself way too much.
"Shippo, don't make me suck you in! I will do it…" Miroku threatened.
"Miroku!" Sango said, sounding surprised, but not truly worried.
Shippo put a finger to his chin.
"You wouldn't do that, I think," he replied. His devious smile was on his face again. "Besides, it looks like you're enjoying yourself just fine."
"I'm counting to three…"
"Shippo, he looks serious," Sango warned.
"One…" His left hand grabbed onto the light blue rosary beads around his right.
"You don't scare me!" He stood defiantly.
"Two…" Miroku began untwisted them from his arm. They came off and now only his closed hand held back the force of the wind tunnel.
Shippo seemed uneasy.
Sango figured he should. She would be, too.
"Two and a half…"
"Shippo, go get some help for us so we can get out! He's giving you time," Sango muttered exasperated.
"Two and three quarters…"
Shippo shook his head.
His mistake.
"Three!" He opened his hand and immediately Shippo jumped back. Too late, for he flew into the well at a cunning speed. At the last moment, Miroku closed his hand and Sango caught the ungrateful Shippo.
"Lemme go! Miroku, you coward! You could have killed me!"
"Please, if I'd wanted to do that, I'd have." He finally stood up and brushed off his robe. Sango studied him suspiciously…hmm. "And believe me, Shippo; don't think I hadn't wanted to."
"I guess now you'll have to watch us kiss in here now. You'll have to suffer with us," Sango said.
Miroku played hurt. "I've made you suffer, Sango?"
"Please, you're torturing me," she said dryly. His bemused look made her forget Shippo for a moment and so the small fox demon popped out of her hands and changed into a goose…err, swan-thing. Suddenly he was standing at the opening of the well once again.
"Hah, you guys are such idiots! There's no way you're keeping me in there!" Then he disappeared.
"Sango?"
"Yes, Miroku…"
"I'm still hungry…"
She groaned.
THE END OF CHAPTER
A/N: It wasn't so short, right? I hope it wasn't…Well, that chapter was ridiculously fun to write. No, no lemons. I don't want to write those. Kind of awkward, I think. I enjoy writing stuff that'll make a person smile, not gag (which I may end up doing if I DID write lemons, sadly). Honestly, my story is better without that kind of…well, crap. Not sayin' all of it is crap, just mind would be, prolly.
Anyways, R n R, and I'd enjoy it if I could get more than 30 . I went from, like, 70 per chapter to 25 now. I hope you guys don't give up on me. I'm trying harder than it seems.
R n R!
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It'll take you less than a second and I still need more ideas such as:
Should the mom show up to find them stuck in the bathroom still?
Should they find the obvious (yes, it's really quite obvious) way out before the mom has to show them?
Should Miroku and Sango be in the well when the troublesome two finally go back to the feudal era?
When they are out, should the Tetsusaiga be mysteriously missing?
Who would have stolen it and when?
Will Souta max out the credit card?
If Souta did, will he be absolved if he buys his mother a really, really nice gift? Hehe.
What's going to happen with Kikyo…hmmm, I'm concerned about that one myself…after this is all over?
Is this story really going to keep going after the bathroom stuff is over with? (Naw, too long probably.)
Will one of you reviewers really come to Alaska to assassinate me? Unless you use a bomb… IDK.
And besides, I'm a ninja, so prolly not :P.
Lastly, what in the world are Miroku and Sango going to do in their spare time ?.!.?
No, they won't just be making out the entire time...
No, they won't be doing something PAST making out the entire time either...
Jeez, I could write fo-eva! I hope they don't ban me for updating for all these questions. Last time I asked questions, I was blocked for a week. But, of course, all there was on the chapter was questions and there WAS no story, so, maybe it'll be fine. I'll let you all know ;).
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