Night Watch: Tug of War
by Sango-sama
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-Yasha. He belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. I do however, own
the instant ramen which I am eating now...Mmmm...Freeze dried beef!
Spoiler Warnings: Up to and includings Chapters 206-207 in the manga. Much futher
than the anime currently. If you don't mind spoilers, there is a bit of review so
it is not necessary to go out and try to read all the manga first.
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He rewarded me with a muffled grunt, as he spun slightly backwards off of the blanket and
onto his face. Frozen in that position for a few comedic seconds, he grudgingly began to
mumble and turned himself right side up to sit against a tree, rubbing his eyes as he was
emerging from half-sleep. Unnoticed, the smuggled blanket and I moved a few feet away to the
safety of my futon. I savored my few moment of rest until Miroku realized that his blanket
was missing.
Muffled footsteps crept towards me. I couldn't help but let a light smile, thankful that
my back was turned to the lecherous approacher.
One of the few benefits of hunting demons for a large portion of your life is that you
can acquire a good deal of strength, which can be terribly helpful when playing 'tug-o-war'
to keep the blanket.
After trying to pull the blanket away a few times, he stood up and started to walk away.
Satisfied, I snuggled back down into my futon, only to be picked up futon and all.
"What in the hell do you think you are doing, Houshi?" I gasped in surprise.
He smirked and spoke in hushed tones, "So you're back to 'Houshi' are you? Ah well...
I suppose I couldn't expect that to last too long."
Eyes wide in surprise, an oddly welcome heat crept up to my cheeks. I prayed that the
darkness was enough to veil my blush from his smiling eyes. "I didn't think you were asleep...
and you stole my blanket."
"S-so what does that have anything to do with picking me up?"
Notchalantly, he replied, "well, since you don't seem to want to part with 'my blanket,'
I had to pick you up too."
"That is not 'your blanket'...it's one of Kagome's."
"I assure you, that I had to perform a particularly difficult exorcism to receive that
blanket as payment. It did not come from Kagome-sama."
"Oh. Well, then...I guess it's only fair that I let you have your blanket back then."
A silence fell between us both. My embarrassment not at all diminishing either from
doubting Miroku or from the fact that the blanket in question and myself wrapped in it was
still nestled rather comfortably in his arms. The close proximity only serving to speed the
beating of my heart and . I forced my eyes to look off into the trees and away from his gaze.
'He should put me down now...but it's so warm, so comforting.' I could see him watching me
from the corner of my eyes. 'He hasn't done anything lecherous yet,' I thought anxiously,
'what could be stopping him? Well...it's not as if this isn't a welcome change...but...'
With great caution, he finally broke the silence; "I could share the blanket with you,
if you'd like."
Slowly, in spite of my semi-shock, I forced myself to face him. His eyes just as sincere
as the tone of his offer. A lump had formed in my throat, as my eyes searched his for some
hints to betray his truthfulness. His eyes, seemingly imploring for even a spark of hope,
gazed right back into mine.
Quickly stifling the lump, I managed to stutter, "I...I...umm...I guess..." Chancing a
quick glance, I could see his playful smile and laughing eyes brighten. I've seen that face
a few time before...always before he... My eyebrows raised. "But I swear if you try anything
funny..."
"I will not do anything. I promise." Again that smile, those eyes.
I do not think that this blush will ever fade.
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Random Insanity from the author (and her muse):
1. This will be a series.
2. The narrator will in all likelihood change from chapter to chapter. The next one may not
change...I have to decide who's perception would be more "telling."
3. This story was brought to you today by the letter "Q" and the number "9".
4. The narrator has two days of classes left! She's happier than when her laundry was finished.
5. My muse has found manga collection and hasn't seen daylight for a few days..... -_-
A Schnee! Production
by Sango-sama
by Sango-sama
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-Yasha. He belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. I do however, own
the instant ramen which I am eating now...Mmmm...Freeze dried beef!
Spoiler Warnings: Up to and includings Chapters 206-207 in the manga. Much futher
than the anime currently. If you don't mind spoilers, there is a bit of review so
it is not necessary to go out and try to read all the manga first.
************************************************************************
He rewarded me with a muffled grunt, as he spun slightly backwards off of the blanket and
onto his face. Frozen in that position for a few comedic seconds, he grudgingly began to
mumble and turned himself right side up to sit against a tree, rubbing his eyes as he was
emerging from half-sleep. Unnoticed, the smuggled blanket and I moved a few feet away to the
safety of my futon. I savored my few moment of rest until Miroku realized that his blanket
was missing.
Muffled footsteps crept towards me. I couldn't help but let a light smile, thankful that
my back was turned to the lecherous approacher.
One of the few benefits of hunting demons for a large portion of your life is that you
can acquire a good deal of strength, which can be terribly helpful when playing 'tug-o-war'
to keep the blanket.
After trying to pull the blanket away a few times, he stood up and started to walk away.
Satisfied, I snuggled back down into my futon, only to be picked up futon and all.
"What in the hell do you think you are doing, Houshi?" I gasped in surprise.
He smirked and spoke in hushed tones, "So you're back to 'Houshi' are you? Ah well...
I suppose I couldn't expect that to last too long."
Eyes wide in surprise, an oddly welcome heat crept up to my cheeks. I prayed that the
darkness was enough to veil my blush from his smiling eyes. "I didn't think you were asleep...
and you stole my blanket."
"S-so what does that have anything to do with picking me up?"
Notchalantly, he replied, "well, since you don't seem to want to part with 'my blanket,'
I had to pick you up too."
"That is not 'your blanket'...it's one of Kagome's."
"I assure you, that I had to perform a particularly difficult exorcism to receive that
blanket as payment. It did not come from Kagome-sama."
"Oh. Well, then...I guess it's only fair that I let you have your blanket back then."
A silence fell between us both. My embarrassment not at all diminishing either from
doubting Miroku or from the fact that the blanket in question and myself wrapped in it was
still nestled rather comfortably in his arms. The close proximity only serving to speed the
beating of my heart and . I forced my eyes to look off into the trees and away from his gaze.
'He should put me down now...but it's so warm, so comforting.' I could see him watching me
from the corner of my eyes. 'He hasn't done anything lecherous yet,' I thought anxiously,
'what could be stopping him? Well...it's not as if this isn't a welcome change...but...'
With great caution, he finally broke the silence; "I could share the blanket with you,
if you'd like."
Slowly, in spite of my semi-shock, I forced myself to face him. His eyes just as sincere
as the tone of his offer. A lump had formed in my throat, as my eyes searched his for some
hints to betray his truthfulness. His eyes, seemingly imploring for even a spark of hope,
gazed right back into mine.
Quickly stifling the lump, I managed to stutter, "I...I...umm...I guess..." Chancing a
quick glance, I could see his playful smile and laughing eyes brighten. I've seen that face
a few time before...always before he... My eyebrows raised. "But I swear if you try anything
funny..."
"I will not do anything. I promise." Again that smile, those eyes.
I do not think that this blush will ever fade.
**************************************************************************
Random Insanity from the author (and her muse):
1. This will be a series.
2. The narrator will in all likelihood change from chapter to chapter. The next one may not
change...I have to decide who's perception would be more "telling."
3. This story was brought to you today by the letter "Q" and the number "9".
4. The narrator has two days of classes left! She's happier than when her laundry was finished.
5. My muse has found manga collection and hasn't seen daylight for a few days..... -_-
A Schnee! Production
by Sango-sama
