A/N: Sugoi! 95 reviews! *bows and huggles readers* Arigato! 95 reviews in less than a week--- I have such wonderful readers. I was really surprised when I read the reviews, so many new names! Okay, here's a shout-out to Kikameni (first reviewer of chapter 6 I think), bittersweetKandy, Cassie, Hentai Neko (Thanks for the info, I'll bear that in mind the next time ^_^). Coherentidiot to answer your question, um, Miroku didn't exactly say 'unfeminine female' in this story *author sweat-drops*, he called Sango a 'masculine female' in Part 2-First Kiss?! Oh My!
Anyway, I had to cut several part/paragraphs from this chapter for fear of getting booted out by ff.net. I think that a lemon is necessary in my story's development, this is not just some attempt to get kicks (?) from readers, this is an honest to goodness effort to explore Sango and Miroku's relationship which is about to get more confusing-- especially in this part. Someone asked in the reviews-- "Can Miroku really get drunk?" Well, as an author, I definitely think he can. I think being inebriated is the only way Miroku can let his defenses down long enough to truly be honest with himself and with Sango (in light of this story).
Anyway, read on and find out. Email me at kooriyoru@yahoo.com if you want to read Part 7's uncut, uncensored version. It was hard writing this part-- I had no prior experience to base it on so basically, it's a product of imagination, chocolate and yes, a lifetime of reading romance novels. ^_^ Happy readings!
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Miroku was drunk, gloriously drunk! He was on cloud 9, all his worries disappearing from the pleasant haze the King's excellent sake provided. And he was singing a bawdy song that made Sango's hand absolutely itch to pound him into sobriety.
/ Oh dear.../ thought Sango feeling irritated and at the same time guilty because Miroku's wasted state was her fault because she personally kept refilling his wine goblet. She was just too nervous-- she wanted to tell him how she felt but at the same time, she wanted him drunk so that he won't be able to remember whatever stupid thing she'd say. She worried briefly if Miroku might suddenly open his kazaana...
A vein bulged out of her head and her face flushed a bright scarlet when both of Miroku's hands found it's way on her ass!
"ECCHI!" she cried out and smacked Miroku who immediately passed out. She looked around the court, blushing and then said, "Ano-- Houshi-sama is indisposed. I'll take him back to his room."
King Reisui raised an eloquent eyebrow. "Why don't you let one of my servants do that for you my dear?"
Sango snorted. "Hah! Don't worry about me Uncle, I can take care of myself besides, there's something I need to discuss with the houshi," answered Sango. Sango gracefully stood up, offered a slight bow at all the people present and with hardly any effort at all, began dragging Miroku's prone body out of the room by the monk's collar.
There were sweat-drops all over the room. Kagome giggled and Inuyasha looked embarrassed on Miroku's behalf as Shippou merely licked his lollipop and said, "Kyo-san is mad..."
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A bit roughly, Sango pulled Miroku inside his room and shut the shoji. There was a candle in the corner of the room and it was set within a crystal glass, making shards of light flicker on the ceiling. Even though Miroku hardly spent a day in the room given to him, Sango could smell the scent of incense and sandalwood she has always associated with the monk. She took a deep breath as she shrugged out of her heavy embroidered robe and stood up, dressed in her formal kimono.
She smiled slightly when the monk began snoring at her feet. She crouched down and moved to roll Miroku onto his futon, already prepared for him. Miroku obligingly followed Sango's commands and was already lying peacefully on his futon in less than a minute. Sango stared at his peaceful face, her heart starting to beat faster when a small smile stretched over Miroku's lips.
Sango reached out her hand, touching Miroku's smiling lips. "Who are you thinking about when you smile like that?" she murmured, confident that the monk is too drunk to know what she's doing.
"Mmm... Sango..." whispered Miroku as he turned in his sleep.
Sango jerked her hand back as she stared incredulously at Miroku's lax features. She waited in silence, her heart thumping madly but eventually, her desire to touch him overcame her shyness. This is the only time she can show him how much she cared for him and probably be the last opportunity for her to do so. Her hand hovered above his right cheek, as if afraid to touch and then she touched his cheek with all the aching tenderness in her heart. "I love you," Sango said softly as she caressed the softness of his face.
Miroku turned his face against Sango's hand, burrowing his cheek in her palm. His lips blew a secret kiss in the center of her palm. "I'm sorry," Miroku murmured, his cloudy indigo eyes opening briefly before losing once more to the liquor's effects. He sighed, his features relaxing back into slumber.
Tears filled Sango's eyes. She blinked them away, not understanding Miroku's words but his apology drove a stake through her heart. Is he apologizing for all those times he hurt my feelings or is he--
Saying sorry because he doesn't love me?
Not understanding her own actions, Sango hugged Miroku, her tears wetting his robe. "I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be... that I can't be the woman you love," whispered Sango as she raised her head to look at his beloved face. Her lips drew closer to his, ready to kiss him goodbye.
"Goodbye," said Sango softly, her lips only centimeters away from Miroku's lips. As she pressed her lips against his, Miroku's mouth opened and he began to kiss her back, his strong arms reaching around to crush Sango in a heated embrace. Sango's eye popped open, surprised by the intensity of Miroku's kiss and she realized that his eyes were closed in sleep.
/ Houshi-sama's still asleep?! And he's kissing me like this? / thought Sango incredulously, forgetting to kiss Miroku back. She gasped when Miroku began pressing kisses against her ear. / That's right, he probably has no idea what he's doing because of all that sake... / fuzzily thought Sango, her hands busy as she untied the knot of Miroku's robes, eager to feel his warmth.
"Sango?" Miroku murmured against her throat. Sango tensed slightly but she relaxed and ran gentle fingers over the exposed expanse of his chest. Warm, smooth, honey-colored skin and she felt Miroku shiver when her palms skimmed over his nipples. "This is just a dream," Sango wistfully said against Miroku's ear, before drawing Miroku down so that she could kiss him, her tongue searching into his mouth.
"Dream?" echoed Miroku his warm breath fanning over Sango's mouth and Sango opened her eyes as she stared at his full glistening lips, the flush of passion on his cheeks. Sango pressed herself against him, her head resting against Miroku's shoulder as she lay above him. "Only until morning comes," she whispered and squeaked a bit when Miroku suddenly turned and she found herself trapped beneath him.
Sango laughed as Miroku began playing soft kisses all over her face, hardly feeling his nimble hands skillfully pulling down her clothes. She glowered at him as he kissed her now exposed shoulders. She scowled as she turned, bringing herself up and Miroku at the bottom. "How can you take off my clothes so easily when I have so much trouble taking them off myself?" hissed Sango. Miroku's brows were arched in a way that can only be described as mischievous and Sango retaliated by testing her nails against the muscle of his arms and chest.
Miroku groaned and his hands became active, the rough material of his gloved hand and beads creating a greater friction against Sango's tender skin. Miroku's other hand swept over Sango's back, bringing down the last of her clothing. His hand stopped at the small of her back before reaching down to stroke Sango's exposed buttocks. Sango's fist was raised to strike Miroku but the contrast of his slightly rough, callused hand against her soft skin excited her and she found herself melting.
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A/N: GAH! It's so hard to edit--- gomen!!!! There's definitely more to the full version, I had to cut so many words and change a lot!
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Possession. Everything centered around their union, the feel of him with her. His low sound of pleasure trembled up her spine, teasing her body to life, and she pushed her hips against him experimentally, her hands tightening on his arms. The burst of pleasure made her sink her teeth in his chest.
"I don't-- want to hurt you," whispered Miroku hoarsely as his breath grew more labored, his eyes closed, his face showing an expression of extreme restraint.
Her own impulse was to move, needing him to soothe the ache that was beginning to build anew. She cupped his face in her hands, her lips brushing gently over his cheek, his mouth. "You won't," she murmured, "I promise. This is just a dream remember?"
"Just a dream... but-- it feels... so real," groaned Miroku.
Feeling her tremors he let himself go, her name on his lips.
"Sango..." he said, before sighing deeply and relaxing against her, deeply asleep.
Sango held Miroku a bit longer, her eyes filled with tears. She hugged him tighter, wanting so much to spend the rest of her life held within Miroku's arms. But she couldn't-- he didn't love her.
"Crucify my love..." she whispered as she nestled her head against his shoulder and she lay against him, quiet.
For one night, he was hers. And at the break of dawn, the dream would end.
TBC
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Crucify My Love
An Inuyasha Fanfiction by Jo-chan
Part 7- This Is Just A Dream...
Final A/N: Wai! I hope you enjoyed reading, despite the extremely short length... I had to cut out a lot of scenes! Anyway, just email me if you want to read the whole version. I sincerely hope for favorable reviews, it really helps me write faster! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! It would make Jo-chan really happy if you let my reviews reach 115 and up! Ja ne! God Bless!
Preview: Part 8- Whispered Goodbyes...