Chapter Two: Inuyasha's Internal Struggle
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The car practically drove itself back to the apartment he shared with Kagome's friend, the houshi Miroku. That kiss in the car on Friday night kept coming back to him. He wasn't sure why he did that, it sort of just happened. She had surprised him, though, by not pushing him away or fighting him. He felt bad after she had fled the car, but he couldn't think of anything at all to say to her. He wasn't sure what she thought of him now. He had a feeling that it had something to do with the dreams he'd been having lately, dreams that almost seemed real- where his body moved of it's own accord.
He went into the apartment and sat down on his bed in the corner. Miroku didn't seem to be around anywhere, so he thought he would take a short nap. He was so incredibly tired. All thought left him, and darkness closed in.
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He lay on his back, her head on his shoulder; a slim leg rested on his. Her hands traveled over his chest, spreading heat wherever they went. His breathing deepened as she trailed a line of kisses along his jaw, before taking an exquisite kiss from his lips.
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A sharp light ripped a hole though the sheet of perfect black. Miroku had come back to the apartment and had flipped the light switch, flooding the room with harsh fluorescent light. He caught sight of Inuyasha sitting up in his bed with an odd expression on his face. Something seemed wrong—There was the sense of another presence in the room, but the feeling left when he spoke aloud.
"Hey, is something wrong Inuyasha?" he asked, concerned, "you don't look so well." Inuyasha looked at Miroku from across the room and growled.
"It was just an odd dream," Inuyasha said, wiping the sweat from his face with a corner of the sheet.
"Well, I'm here if you want to talk about it."
"Thanks a lot, but I'll be fine."
The cool water felt good against his hot skin. As he washed his long black hair, he thought about how it would feel to have Kagome's hands running though his it rather than his own.
Miroku was worried about Inuyasha. He had talked in his sleep on Saturday night, but Miroku couldn't tell what he had said. And he had been unusually distracted the whole day, missing things that people said to him, and nearly having two accidents on a five-minute trip to the store. He asked him again what was bothering him.
"Something has to be wrong. You were talking in your sleep last night," And you look like hell, he continued to himself. Miroku glanced sideways at the man in the driver's seat of the blue car they were sitting in. He was almost unrecognizable. He hadn't brushed his hair out, an unusual thing for him. His clothes were wrinkled, and he was one button off on his black shirt. Miroku had failed to notice that Inuyasha had blushed at the mention of talking in his sleep.
"Feh. So what did I say in my sleep?" Inuyasha asked, with a worried expression on his face. It could have been any number of things. They reached their apartment building and he parked the car, turning off the engine. But he did not move from his seat. Inuyasha was too busy trying to recall the dream he had had the night before.
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It was dark. Of course it was; there would be no other way until he knew who she was. He could feel her long seemingly wavy hair surrounding him, damp with sweat. Her skin was soft, and her touch brought fire. He couldn't control his movements, nor did he really want to. He tried to ask her who she was, but when he started to speak, she silenced him with her lips. After a while it didn't seem to matter, and he gave himself to the sensation of her body against his.
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"I'm not exactly sure, your face was in the pillow. It sounded like a name, but I couldn't really tell. Who was it?" Miroku's voice brought him back from his memory with a jolt.
"What? Uh yeah, oh well." Inuyasha replied, clearly not having really heard what Miroku had said.
"You had best tell me what's going on," Miroku said, getting out of the car. It didn't seem like Inuyasha had a choice. He followed Miroku into the apartment, and took a seat on the old sofa in the main room. Miroku sat down opposite him in an armchair and began to ask him questions.
Two hours later, with many empty coffee cups on the table, Miroku knew the whole story. Or at least most of it. Inuyasha had left out some of the stuff in the dreams, like the fact that every time they were nude, and some other details concerning what exactly happened during the dreams.
"I just have this really odd feeling that it's someone I know." Inuyasha finished explaining the girl. What he didn't say was that he thought it was Kagome. Inuyasha was afraid to tell him because he knew how protective Miroku was of her.
Miroku knew Inuyasha wasn't telling him everything. It was so obvious. But what Inuyasha didn't know was that Miroku had heard what he had said in his sleep; it was Kagome's name. He could guess at what else he was hiding, but that part wasn't important. Inuyasha didn't need to be afraid, either, because Miroku was glad he might finally realize just how much Kagome liked him and do something about it.
"Any particular ideas on who it might be?" Miroku asked indifferently. He wanted Inuyasha to admit to liking Kagome, even just a little.
"Actually, it kinda felt like Kagome." Inuyasha said uneasily, and stared into his cup of now cold coffee. Miroku shook his head and left the room to call Kagome and ask her some questions.
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Author's Note: So? What'd ya think? Good or not? I'm not used to writing fluff.
~Avi
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The car practically drove itself back to the apartment he shared with Kagome's friend, the houshi Miroku. That kiss in the car on Friday night kept coming back to him. He wasn't sure why he did that, it sort of just happened. She had surprised him, though, by not pushing him away or fighting him. He felt bad after she had fled the car, but he couldn't think of anything at all to say to her. He wasn't sure what she thought of him now. He had a feeling that it had something to do with the dreams he'd been having lately, dreams that almost seemed real- where his body moved of it's own accord.
He went into the apartment and sat down on his bed in the corner. Miroku didn't seem to be around anywhere, so he thought he would take a short nap. He was so incredibly tired. All thought left him, and darkness closed in.
~~~~~
He lay on his back, her head on his shoulder; a slim leg rested on his. Her hands traveled over his chest, spreading heat wherever they went. His breathing deepened as she trailed a line of kisses along his jaw, before taking an exquisite kiss from his lips.
~~~~~
A sharp light ripped a hole though the sheet of perfect black. Miroku had come back to the apartment and had flipped the light switch, flooding the room with harsh fluorescent light. He caught sight of Inuyasha sitting up in his bed with an odd expression on his face. Something seemed wrong—There was the sense of another presence in the room, but the feeling left when he spoke aloud.
"Hey, is something wrong Inuyasha?" he asked, concerned, "you don't look so well." Inuyasha looked at Miroku from across the room and growled.
"It was just an odd dream," Inuyasha said, wiping the sweat from his face with a corner of the sheet.
"Well, I'm here if you want to talk about it."
"Thanks a lot, but I'll be fine."
The cool water felt good against his hot skin. As he washed his long black hair, he thought about how it would feel to have Kagome's hands running though his it rather than his own.
Miroku was worried about Inuyasha. He had talked in his sleep on Saturday night, but Miroku couldn't tell what he had said. And he had been unusually distracted the whole day, missing things that people said to him, and nearly having two accidents on a five-minute trip to the store. He asked him again what was bothering him.
"Something has to be wrong. You were talking in your sleep last night," And you look like hell, he continued to himself. Miroku glanced sideways at the man in the driver's seat of the blue car they were sitting in. He was almost unrecognizable. He hadn't brushed his hair out, an unusual thing for him. His clothes were wrinkled, and he was one button off on his black shirt. Miroku had failed to notice that Inuyasha had blushed at the mention of talking in his sleep.
"Feh. So what did I say in my sleep?" Inuyasha asked, with a worried expression on his face. It could have been any number of things. They reached their apartment building and he parked the car, turning off the engine. But he did not move from his seat. Inuyasha was too busy trying to recall the dream he had had the night before.
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It was dark. Of course it was; there would be no other way until he knew who she was. He could feel her long seemingly wavy hair surrounding him, damp with sweat. Her skin was soft, and her touch brought fire. He couldn't control his movements, nor did he really want to. He tried to ask her who she was, but when he started to speak, she silenced him with her lips. After a while it didn't seem to matter, and he gave himself to the sensation of her body against his.
~~~~~
"I'm not exactly sure, your face was in the pillow. It sounded like a name, but I couldn't really tell. Who was it?" Miroku's voice brought him back from his memory with a jolt.
"What? Uh yeah, oh well." Inuyasha replied, clearly not having really heard what Miroku had said.
"You had best tell me what's going on," Miroku said, getting out of the car. It didn't seem like Inuyasha had a choice. He followed Miroku into the apartment, and took a seat on the old sofa in the main room. Miroku sat down opposite him in an armchair and began to ask him questions.
Two hours later, with many empty coffee cups on the table, Miroku knew the whole story. Or at least most of it. Inuyasha had left out some of the stuff in the dreams, like the fact that every time they were nude, and some other details concerning what exactly happened during the dreams.
"I just have this really odd feeling that it's someone I know." Inuyasha finished explaining the girl. What he didn't say was that he thought it was Kagome. Inuyasha was afraid to tell him because he knew how protective Miroku was of her.
Miroku knew Inuyasha wasn't telling him everything. It was so obvious. But what Inuyasha didn't know was that Miroku had heard what he had said in his sleep; it was Kagome's name. He could guess at what else he was hiding, but that part wasn't important. Inuyasha didn't need to be afraid, either, because Miroku was glad he might finally realize just how much Kagome liked him and do something about it.
"Any particular ideas on who it might be?" Miroku asked indifferently. He wanted Inuyasha to admit to liking Kagome, even just a little.
"Actually, it kinda felt like Kagome." Inuyasha said uneasily, and stared into his cup of now cold coffee. Miroku shook his head and left the room to call Kagome and ask her some questions.
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Author's Note: So? What'd ya think? Good or not? I'm not used to writing fluff.
~Avi
