A/N: Woo! Now we get to the good stuff *wink wink* I tried my hardest on
the lemon (this'll only have been the second one I've written) so if it
sucks, I'm really sorry. I blushed throughout the entirety of writing it.
If you've noticed, I upped the rating because of the LEMON!!! If you're
the type who abides by the rating system and are underage I give you
WARNING because there is a LEMON in this chapter and the story is now rated
R. And now, without further ado, the third chapter of 'A Midsummer Night's
Dream.'
The midsummer dawn broke forlorn and subtle over the trees. The campground of the seekers of the Shikon Jewel was mussed; rumpled as bed sheets would be after a nights sleep.
Myoga and Shippo had departed before dawn. Myoga, going as fast as his little flea legs could carry him (which needless to say, was not really that fast) found himself in what could only be called natures herb garden.
Cursing his arthritis all the way he climbed a shrub and looked over the impressive stretch of green. "Mishka, mishka, mishka," he muttered to himself. "Where." Smiling the brilliant smile of one whose meticulous plan is about to be recognized Myoga hopped the short distant to the broad leaf.
Jumping down to the soil he tried to wrench the mishka from the ground. "Damn," he cursed as he flopped to the ground after his third botched attempt. Grumbling to himself he began the painstaking process of puncturing the leaf much like a woodpecker punctures a tree, only Myoga did it the whole way through. Once the leaf fell, vanquished, Myoga struggled to pull it onto his back. Rubbing his bleeding body part (oh the irony) Myoga mumbled, "Oh why did I get involved in this anyway?"
Meanwhile, Shippo was happily in a field, picking irises. He giggled to himself. "Oh they're really quite pretty! Perhaps I should add some other flowers as well." Glancing over into the distance, Shippo noticed a glimmer of pink. "Pink's a pretty color," he said, gently laying down the irises and moving in search of the pink flower.
As Shippo moved southward he failed to notice a flash of green in the opposite direction, heading towards the irises. 'It's my lucky day!' Jaken thought with glee. 'That stupid little fox is all but asking me to mess up his idiotic plans!'
Quickly darting to the irises, Jaken removed something from his robes and placed it in a flower. "Now then my pretties, let's see you do your job. And remember, only attack when the monk and the demon hunter are alone! And stay hidden!" Glancing back at the kitsune, Jaken was pleased to note his presence had been unnoticed. He happily retreated to the shadows of the nearby wood, where he would follow the kitsune from a safe distance and watch his plot unfold.
"The pink flower wasn't as pretty has I'd thought," Shippo sighed to himself, returning to the fallen irises. "It's just as well." Picking up the irises and arranging them neatly he sat and waited for Myoga and Sota to appear. He didn't have to wait long.
Sota came first, bursting into the field like a boy on fire. He stopped short of Shippo, out of breath. Panting, he said, "I'm.not used.to.having.to run.so fast." Shippo smiled reassuringly as Sota caught his breath.
"Did you bring it?"
"Uh huh," Sota held up a black marker, stolen from Kagome's bag. "We're lucky she had one. I thought I'd have to run back through the well. And I can't go back to the future without Kagome."
"I've got the irises!" Shippo announced proudly, holding up his find.
Sota smiled. "They really are pret-"
"Goddamn it all to hell!"
Shippo and Sota blinked, looking around for the source of the voice. "Ah Myoga!" Shippo said, locating him. "You shouldn't curse so."
"Blood, please," Myoga heaved.
"He's more out of breath than I am," Sota said.
"Hey!" Shippo cried as Myoga latched onto his neck and started drinking. Sighing, he accepted the position once he noticed Myoga was clutching a mishka leaf. After Myoga had had his fill he gestured for Sota to take the leaf.
"Okay, are you ready to take down some dictation?"
Sota nodded. "Write, Sango on the top of the leaf, the bottom of the leaf and on both sides of the leaf."
Sota nodded again, writing, then looking up for his next order. "Write this word for word," Myoga ordered.
"Okay."
"After smelling the flowers given to you by Miroku, kiss Miroku."
"Wow, just real straight forward like that?" Shippo asked.
"Yeah, it's pretty simple. No ritual or anything, which is why it's a secret among the fleas."
"Done!" Sota proclaimed, capping the marker.
"Conceal the irises Shippo," Myoga ordered.
"As good as done."
"Okay, let's head back to camp."
The odd group traveled back to the others, with Jaken stalking them.
"Sota! I was worried! What happened!" Kagome assaulted Sota the second he stepped into the clearing.
"I, uh, was, uh," Sota stuttered, trying to remember his excuse. It came floating back to him and he explained himself as best he could. "I was going to the bathroom sis," he said softly, blushing.
Her tone lighter and more understanding Kagome turned to Shippo and his passenger, Myoga. "What about you two?"
"I needed to go to the bathroom too."
"You mean you went together," Sango asked curiously.
Inuyasha and Miroku backed away in shock. "NO!" Sota shouted, embarrassed. "I met up with him on my way back from the bathroom!"
"Uh, YEAH!" Shippo concurred loudly, face flushed as well, for while he didn't understand the implication as Inuyasha and Miroku had taken it, he was worried for the secrecy of their plan.
"What about you Myoga?" Kagome asked, ignoring the minor mayhem that was occurring around her.
"I uh." Oh damn I hate to play into their image of me, Myoga thought. "I thought I saw a bear demon coming down from the mountains, but I was mistaken."
Kagome narrowed her eyes. "Oh," she said sharply and turned abruptly on him.
"Alright, enough of this! We're moving out! We've got jewel shards to find," Inuyasha boomed already moving out of the campsite.
Quickly gathering their things, the rest followed suit. There was silence and boredom (as there were no jewel shards to be found) until dusk. Finally, Inuyasha called a halt to the searching and the group settled into the new camp.
After being given his cue Shippo brought the mishka leaf over to Kagome and Sango, who were quietly talking in a corner of the camp. "Kagome! Sango! Smell this!" Beaming in all his cute glory, Shippo held the leaf under their noses. When they breathed in, Shippo noticed Sango's eyes take on a sort of weird glow for the briefest of seconds. "That's really lovely Shippo," Kagome said indulgently.
"Yeah," Sango, nodded pleasantly.
Smiling Shippo bounded away with the leaf to Myoga. "Okay," Myoga said in hushed tones. "I've picked out the spot. It's not that far from here."
"How are we going to get them over there?" Sota asked.
"And how are we going to get Miroku to give Sango the flowers?" Shippo added.
Myoga smiled. "Shippo, Sota. You've got some acting to do."
~*~
A few minutes later, Myoga plopped on Inuyashas shoulder. The camp was quiet. Inuyasha had already settled in for the night, while Miroku was meditating. Kagome was attempting some homework with Sango, not a short distance from her, attending to her massive boomerang. "Good evening my Lord," Myoga said.
"Yeah, yeah," Inuyasha swatted his shoulder. "You want blood or something?"
"No, that's quite alright sir, but thanks for the offer. Shippo has already made a kind donation today."
"You'd suck blood offa anyone wouldn't you?"
"I do have standards Lord Inuyasha, but I was wondering."
"'Bout what?"
"The future."
"Do I look psychic to you?"
"I mean the future in which Kagome comes from."
Inuyasha bristled slightly at the mention of her name. "Yeah, what about it?" He asked in his usual gruff tone.
"Well, I was wondering about the food."
"Ramen!" Inuyasha pronounced gladly. He had almost forgotten! Kagome would have gotten more on her last trip. Only the emptiness in his stomach could make him forget he was at odds with her and he quickly marched over to her, demanding some ramen, not noticing the Myoga had disappeared from his shoulder.
"Kagome, I want some ramen." Kagome looked up from her homework blinking. Scrunching up her face in annoyance she reached for her bag, only to find it wasn't there. "Where." she trailed off, as she spotted it not deep in the surrounding woods. "Now how did it get there," she wondered, putting down her homework and attending to her bag. Inuyasha followed her, in desperate need of ramen.
White Myoga had been chatting with Inuyasha Shippo had been attending to his job. "Miroku!" He called softly. Miroku turned to Shippo, smiling gently. "Yes Shippo?"
"Could you come here? I have something to ask you about." Wondering what Shippo wanted he followed him as he darted through a small thicket of trees to another clearing. This one was smaller and darker than their campsite.
"What is it Shippo?"
Shippo held up the bouquet of irises. "Sango's favorite flowers," Miroku muttered unintentionally.
Shippo smiled. So Miroku had noticed too. "You should give these to Sango."
"Shippo I-" Miroku was startled as Shippo pushed the bouquet into his hands. Shippo winked and scurried away, leaving poor Miroku alone and confused.
Meanwhile, back at camp, Sango looked up from the Hiraikotsu to notice she was alone. Standing she spotted someone emerging from the shadows. "Lady Sango?" Sota inquired politely.
Sango blinked. "Just Sango is fine."
Sota smiled. "Okay, Sango, I was wondering if you could explain something to me."
"What is it?" Sango asked.
"Well, I sort of need to show it to you, follow me," Sota turned waiting for the sound of Sangos footfalls.
Dazed, Sango obeyed following the young boy. Sota let Sango to the nearby clearing, then shifted so he was walking side by side with her. "I think there's something in this clearing," Sota said softly, stopping as Sango moved into the light.
Sango spied Miroku and still very confused, turned to Sota only to find he had disappeared.
Somewhat nervous now (and going against her better judgement) Sango moved toward Miroku, who had just noticed her entrance. "Erm, Monk." She trailed off as she caught him looking strangely at her.
Miroku, the loose idea in his mind that he had been set up, felt light- headed. 'Well,' he thought. 'No sense in wasting a good opportunity.' So he bolstered up his courage and smiled gently. "Sango," he greeted. "What a surprise running into you out here."
Sango blinked moving forward, feeling odd. "Yes, a surprise indeed."
When Sango had moved in close enough Miroku held out the flowers. Sango looked at them blankly, surprised. "What-"
"They are your favorite, are they not? Irises I believe."
"Y-yes," Sango stammered, taking the blooms and admiring them. She looked up curiously to Miroku, who just smiled. Smiling herself, she leaned into smell the pollen.
The second Sango leaned into smell the irises her thoughts surrendered to one sole purpose: kiss Miroku. Unfortunately, at that time a vast amount of poisonous wasps emerged from said irises. What resulted in this was a very shocked Miroku.
The first thing he saw was Sango leaning close to him, pressing her lips to his. The next thing he saw, was a hoard of wasps coming in for the kill. At this time, Miroku's logical self reached for his staff, to ward off the attack. Unfortunately, Miroku's logical self only had control over half his body, so his other half attended to his most primal of desires: rubbing Sango's bottom.
It was at this time Sango regained control of herself. The first thing she did was smack Miroku so hard he flew into a nearby tree. Whipping around angrily she found that wasps were thick in the air. Angry, as this was the umpteenth time she'd been surprised or confused this evening she attacked with a vengeance only to find she didn't have any weapon on her. Cursing in a very unladylike manner, Sango began to swat at the wasps the old fashioned way.
"Here!" She heard Miroku call out and she turned to catch a long stick he'd thrown her way. Nodding her thanks, she began her assault.
Miroku and Sango put down the bugs easily enough; they weren't as strong as Naraku's usual batch. By the time the battle was over, Sango had exhausted her anger.
"Well, it certainly has been an interesting evening," Miroku said calmly.
"Interesting!" Sango scoffed. "That hardly begins to cover it!"
Miroku laughed. "True."
The silence brought back the details of the situation and soon Miroku and Sango remembered the more intimate things they had done.
Sango's face, red with embarrassment, turned when Miroku looked at her. "Sango," he said softly.
"What Monk?" She asked sharply.
"Pray tell, why did you kiss me?"
"I-" Sango's breath caught in her throat as everything she longed to say bubbled to the surface. "I don't know."
"Oh," his voice sounded sad, almost disappointed.
"Why do you ask?"
"When someone kisses me Sango I would like to know why."
A thousand grating remarks filtered through her mind. Despite this, Sango choose something soft and distracting to say. "The flowers were beautiful Miroku."
Miroku smiled. "Until the wasps flew out of them, yes they were very beautiful."
Miroku felt himself at the precipice he'd so long turned away from. And he could turn away again. He could say, "Let's go back to camp," and be done with it. The incident could be ignored. But he could also jump. Take the chance that he could be rejected and hurt. He could feel his heart pound in the split second he had to make his decision.
'So Monk? Are you a coward then? Afraid to jump? Afraid of life? Planning on living in pain for the rest of your miserable life? Well Monk? What is your choice?'
Miroku jumped.
"Pity though, Sango, for they are not as beautiful as you."
Sango started. "Mi-Miroku."
Miroku smiled gently, leaning into the comfortable embrace of her voice on his name. And how he would abandon his name and so much more for her. "Sango," his voice was soft, possessing a deep felt emotion that seeped into every quiver of his vocal cords.
He faced her, not touching her, not making a move for her, squaring with her as an equal. And when he smiled it was not his usual gentle coax. It was a pained smile. The smile of someone who knew every minute drained from his life, that every second ate him away. In his smile, Sango saw the true nature of his being. How he was so afraid of dying, so afraid of the unknown that awaited him. He was raw and naked in front of her. Marred and shy. And somehow, that made him all the more beautiful.
"I love you."
Now it was Miroku's turn to start, for it had been Sango who'd said the words. "Sango," he pronounced his voice soft.
"I love you Miroku. I love being around you. Sometimes I feel as though I need to be around you in order to feel complete." Sango swallowed to avoid averting her eyes and blushed deeply.
Miroku beamed at her a smile that ate up his entire countenance. Closing the space between them Miroku murmured an "I love you too" before kissing her.
Smiling in the thicket of the surrounding wood, Myoga, Shippo and Sota congratulated each other. "I thought it definitely wouldn't work when all those bugs flew out," Sota whispered.
"I wonder how that happened," Shippo said.
"We can't worry about that now," hushed Myoga. "We have to work on Kagome and Inuyasha now come on. We should leave them alone."
"Why?" Shippo and Sota asked simultaneously. "Because uh.they're going to talk all romantic like and that gets boring. Come on!"
In the other side of the wood Jaken was cursing up a storm. He couldn't believe those stupid wasps had not attacked the demon hunter when she had first held the flowers. How inept. Oh well, the monk and the demon hunter were only a side attraction anyway. The real show would be Inuyasha. Jaken smiled evilly. He had to get to work.
Meanwhile, Miroku and Sango's kissing had grown more intense. Miroku had placed his hands on Sango's hips and they were now starting to move to his favorite resting-place. Sango, in turn moved her hands onto Miroku's body, although she moved in a northward direction.
She freed his hair from its tie and let the strands fall between her fingers. Moving upward still, she tightened her grasp on Miroku and pulled him closer to her. Delighted at her push Miroku freed his mouth from Sangos and started to move down her neck. He shifted his hands from her behind and started to move to take off her clothes.
He paused in his kissing to gauge her reaction as he held a fistful of her top in his hand. Wondering why he had stopped Sango glanced down and without pausing nodded her assent. Turning around to observe the area he moved Sango slightly backward, kissing her neck all the way. He detached himself from Sango for a moment and removed part of his robes, setting it on the ground.
Reaching for Sango he moved close to her ear. "Sango, I want you. I want to make love to you but-"
"Miroku," She reached for his hips, meshing them with hers so she felt his desire. It excited her, being this close to him. Close enough to..do things to him. "I want you too Miroku, but if we do this," now her voice lost its lust and husky tones. She held his face in one hand. Her voice was lethal; he'd been on the receiving end of it so many times before. "If you ever touch anyone else ever again, you'll wish that goddamn hole in your hand had sucked you in when I'm through with you!"
Miroku smiled brightly. "I shall never wish that Sango dear, for I shall never touch another woman again. I love you Sango and I am yours, for better or worse."
Sango blushed lightly and smiled shyly. Miroku kissed her tenderly and led her to the robe on the ground.
Slowly Miroku drew Sango's clothing from her body all the while darting kisses over her neck and occasionally journeying up to her mouth. He hissed in annoyance when he encountered the bondings of her breasts when she was stripped to the waist. Angrily trying to get them off he disengaged his mouth from Sango.
Smiling when he successfully removed the bondings he leaned back to admire her. He brought his hands up to touch her only to arch his back in surprise when she ran her fingers lightly down his back. Blinking in surprise, he realized that she had disrobed him to the waist. She had started an almost unconscious up and down movement on his back with her fingers lightly playing across his skin.
Even more excited than before (if that was possible), Miroku brought his good hand to her breasts, putting the hand with the wind tunnel under her back, supporting her up so he didn't have to move very far to kiss her.
Gently he stroked the skin of her breasts causing her movement on his back to halt. Starting at the base of her breast he made a light circular motion upward with two fingers gaining altitude with every painfully slow movement. Sango had stiffened under him in anticipation even though his lips were still gently dancing on her neck.
He moved his hand away when he was near the top and replaced it with his mouth. He captured her nipple in a swift moment causing her to jerk upward and release a moan.
He teased her there for a few minutes; flicking her tip with his tongue. Then he moved his mouth back to her neck and started the process anew on her other breast. When Miroku drew up from his second assault on her Sango struggled out of his grip so they were both sitting up straight. "San-"
Sango draped her arms around Miroku's neck and kissed him. Moving downward from there she paused to admire his physique before lightly licking and nipping at his nipples. Practically purring his approval, Miroku was feeling very good indeed.
Sango moved further down, nibbling at the muscles on his stomach. Miroku arched far back to allow her more access to him. Sango pulled the rest of his robes of leaving Miroku naked to the world and more importantly his soon to be lover.
He felt Sango still her motions and he looked at her. She'd had her hands on his knees and she quickly met his eyes then avoided them, blushing. He sighed, then grinning he removed the rest of her clothing and pinned her to her back, assuming the dominant position once again.
Brushing his fingers lightly on the outside of her thighs Miroku smiled as he felt Sango relax. He then moved to her inner thighs caressing them slowly as he moved upward.
Happily in a state of bliss Sango jumped as she felt one of Miroku's fingers brush against her. He paused slightly, assessing her reaction, then moved inside her. She moaned when he did so.
Miroku moved his hands in pleasing ways inside of Sango causing her to alternate between light whimpers and strong moans. When Miroku brushed up against Sango's most sensitive spot Sango grabbed Miroku's shoulders tightly. Grinning in triumph he began to stroke Sango there bringing her closer and closer to climax.
When she did climax Sango held Miroku's shoulders even tighter and breathlessly called out his name. This pleased him immensely and he almost felt if they stopped there he'd feel satisfied.
Almost.
He waited for her to catch her breath before he moved completely on top of her. "Sango I uh..I'm-"
"Shut up and do it Miroku. I believe I already gave you my permission."
Smiling for about the millionth time that night, Miroku moved down to kiss her. And then in one quick moment, he was inside of her. Sango elicited one small gasp. The "pain" was hardly comparable to other injuries she had and she wondered why Miroku wasn't moving.
She looked up at him. His eyes were shut and he was trying to steady his breathing. Letting out a breath of air he opened his eyes and met hers. He licked his lips and began.
Miroku moved slowly waiting for Sango to adjust. He continued this, gradually getting faster and faster, the heat in him building. Stoking the heat further was the sight of Sango, moving in a way gradually different to him, making the sensation feel almost erotic.
Feeling the pressure build to it's maximum, Miroku grabbed Sango to him abruptly, so their bodies were completely meshed. He released himself inside of her, calling out her name as he did so.
"Oh gods Sango," he breathed when all had stilled. Sighing contently, they disentangled themselves and used their clothing as makeshift blankets against the midsummer night air.
Miroku drew Sango to him in an embrace and nuzzled her hair. "I love you Sango."
Finding a cozy spot in the crook of his neck Sango responded. "I love you too Miroku."
Feeling completely content, and very near sleep, Miroku was jolted awake by Sango's voice. "Miroku?"
"Yes?"
"Why must you persist in GROPING me?"
Miroku opened his eyes to face her. "Well, you said I couldn't do it to anyone else, so now you're going to become the focus of all my lecherous ways."
Sango rolled her eyes heavenward, beaten by her own game, but happy. Extremely happy.
"Hentai," she murmured before she fell into a deep, pleasant slumber.
~*~
"Fine. What about Inuyasha and Kagome?"
"We'll distract them."
"No, I mean what are we going to do about them getting together?"
"Oh right. This'll be tricky. I think it's really a matter of getting Inuyasha to make the first move."
"True, I think Kagome has already admitted her feelings for the most part so the situation isn't really about doubt."
"We need something really romantic."
"Should we use mishka?"
"No, I think in this case that would only complicate things."
"And I don't think we'll be able to get Inuyasha to flat out admit his feelings. We're going to have to settle for him showing them."
"It's doable I guess."
"We need to set the mood. I can take care of the atmosphere. And we'll need to enhance Kagome."
"What to you mean? Why would we need to 'enhance' her?"
"Well, he obviously has feelings for her. And it is my guess that it is a struggle for him to keep them at bay, because of certain complications. What I hope to do is make Kagome more appealing to him so the feeling will be harder to contain. And hopefully at that time we'll have Sango and Miroku on our side so that ups our odds."
"Okay. So we're set then?"
"We're set. To success!"
"To success!"
~*~
I wrote the majority of this chapter at my grandparent's house (as I have found it is better than doing nothing). The next chapter will defiantly be the last (and probably the longest). It's going to take a while to come out so please be patient. I hope you enjoy this chapter and that it helps hold you over until next time.
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The midsummer dawn broke forlorn and subtle over the trees. The campground of the seekers of the Shikon Jewel was mussed; rumpled as bed sheets would be after a nights sleep.
Myoga and Shippo had departed before dawn. Myoga, going as fast as his little flea legs could carry him (which needless to say, was not really that fast) found himself in what could only be called natures herb garden.
Cursing his arthritis all the way he climbed a shrub and looked over the impressive stretch of green. "Mishka, mishka, mishka," he muttered to himself. "Where." Smiling the brilliant smile of one whose meticulous plan is about to be recognized Myoga hopped the short distant to the broad leaf.
Jumping down to the soil he tried to wrench the mishka from the ground. "Damn," he cursed as he flopped to the ground after his third botched attempt. Grumbling to himself he began the painstaking process of puncturing the leaf much like a woodpecker punctures a tree, only Myoga did it the whole way through. Once the leaf fell, vanquished, Myoga struggled to pull it onto his back. Rubbing his bleeding body part (oh the irony) Myoga mumbled, "Oh why did I get involved in this anyway?"
Meanwhile, Shippo was happily in a field, picking irises. He giggled to himself. "Oh they're really quite pretty! Perhaps I should add some other flowers as well." Glancing over into the distance, Shippo noticed a glimmer of pink. "Pink's a pretty color," he said, gently laying down the irises and moving in search of the pink flower.
As Shippo moved southward he failed to notice a flash of green in the opposite direction, heading towards the irises. 'It's my lucky day!' Jaken thought with glee. 'That stupid little fox is all but asking me to mess up his idiotic plans!'
Quickly darting to the irises, Jaken removed something from his robes and placed it in a flower. "Now then my pretties, let's see you do your job. And remember, only attack when the monk and the demon hunter are alone! And stay hidden!" Glancing back at the kitsune, Jaken was pleased to note his presence had been unnoticed. He happily retreated to the shadows of the nearby wood, where he would follow the kitsune from a safe distance and watch his plot unfold.
"The pink flower wasn't as pretty has I'd thought," Shippo sighed to himself, returning to the fallen irises. "It's just as well." Picking up the irises and arranging them neatly he sat and waited for Myoga and Sota to appear. He didn't have to wait long.
Sota came first, bursting into the field like a boy on fire. He stopped short of Shippo, out of breath. Panting, he said, "I'm.not used.to.having.to run.so fast." Shippo smiled reassuringly as Sota caught his breath.
"Did you bring it?"
"Uh huh," Sota held up a black marker, stolen from Kagome's bag. "We're lucky she had one. I thought I'd have to run back through the well. And I can't go back to the future without Kagome."
"I've got the irises!" Shippo announced proudly, holding up his find.
Sota smiled. "They really are pret-"
"Goddamn it all to hell!"
Shippo and Sota blinked, looking around for the source of the voice. "Ah Myoga!" Shippo said, locating him. "You shouldn't curse so."
"Blood, please," Myoga heaved.
"He's more out of breath than I am," Sota said.
"Hey!" Shippo cried as Myoga latched onto his neck and started drinking. Sighing, he accepted the position once he noticed Myoga was clutching a mishka leaf. After Myoga had had his fill he gestured for Sota to take the leaf.
"Okay, are you ready to take down some dictation?"
Sota nodded. "Write, Sango on the top of the leaf, the bottom of the leaf and on both sides of the leaf."
Sota nodded again, writing, then looking up for his next order. "Write this word for word," Myoga ordered.
"Okay."
"After smelling the flowers given to you by Miroku, kiss Miroku."
"Wow, just real straight forward like that?" Shippo asked.
"Yeah, it's pretty simple. No ritual or anything, which is why it's a secret among the fleas."
"Done!" Sota proclaimed, capping the marker.
"Conceal the irises Shippo," Myoga ordered.
"As good as done."
"Okay, let's head back to camp."
The odd group traveled back to the others, with Jaken stalking them.
"Sota! I was worried! What happened!" Kagome assaulted Sota the second he stepped into the clearing.
"I, uh, was, uh," Sota stuttered, trying to remember his excuse. It came floating back to him and he explained himself as best he could. "I was going to the bathroom sis," he said softly, blushing.
Her tone lighter and more understanding Kagome turned to Shippo and his passenger, Myoga. "What about you two?"
"I needed to go to the bathroom too."
"You mean you went together," Sango asked curiously.
Inuyasha and Miroku backed away in shock. "NO!" Sota shouted, embarrassed. "I met up with him on my way back from the bathroom!"
"Uh, YEAH!" Shippo concurred loudly, face flushed as well, for while he didn't understand the implication as Inuyasha and Miroku had taken it, he was worried for the secrecy of their plan.
"What about you Myoga?" Kagome asked, ignoring the minor mayhem that was occurring around her.
"I uh." Oh damn I hate to play into their image of me, Myoga thought. "I thought I saw a bear demon coming down from the mountains, but I was mistaken."
Kagome narrowed her eyes. "Oh," she said sharply and turned abruptly on him.
"Alright, enough of this! We're moving out! We've got jewel shards to find," Inuyasha boomed already moving out of the campsite.
Quickly gathering their things, the rest followed suit. There was silence and boredom (as there were no jewel shards to be found) until dusk. Finally, Inuyasha called a halt to the searching and the group settled into the new camp.
After being given his cue Shippo brought the mishka leaf over to Kagome and Sango, who were quietly talking in a corner of the camp. "Kagome! Sango! Smell this!" Beaming in all his cute glory, Shippo held the leaf under their noses. When they breathed in, Shippo noticed Sango's eyes take on a sort of weird glow for the briefest of seconds. "That's really lovely Shippo," Kagome said indulgently.
"Yeah," Sango, nodded pleasantly.
Smiling Shippo bounded away with the leaf to Myoga. "Okay," Myoga said in hushed tones. "I've picked out the spot. It's not that far from here."
"How are we going to get them over there?" Sota asked.
"And how are we going to get Miroku to give Sango the flowers?" Shippo added.
Myoga smiled. "Shippo, Sota. You've got some acting to do."
~*~
A few minutes later, Myoga plopped on Inuyashas shoulder. The camp was quiet. Inuyasha had already settled in for the night, while Miroku was meditating. Kagome was attempting some homework with Sango, not a short distance from her, attending to her massive boomerang. "Good evening my Lord," Myoga said.
"Yeah, yeah," Inuyasha swatted his shoulder. "You want blood or something?"
"No, that's quite alright sir, but thanks for the offer. Shippo has already made a kind donation today."
"You'd suck blood offa anyone wouldn't you?"
"I do have standards Lord Inuyasha, but I was wondering."
"'Bout what?"
"The future."
"Do I look psychic to you?"
"I mean the future in which Kagome comes from."
Inuyasha bristled slightly at the mention of her name. "Yeah, what about it?" He asked in his usual gruff tone.
"Well, I was wondering about the food."
"Ramen!" Inuyasha pronounced gladly. He had almost forgotten! Kagome would have gotten more on her last trip. Only the emptiness in his stomach could make him forget he was at odds with her and he quickly marched over to her, demanding some ramen, not noticing the Myoga had disappeared from his shoulder.
"Kagome, I want some ramen." Kagome looked up from her homework blinking. Scrunching up her face in annoyance she reached for her bag, only to find it wasn't there. "Where." she trailed off, as she spotted it not deep in the surrounding woods. "Now how did it get there," she wondered, putting down her homework and attending to her bag. Inuyasha followed her, in desperate need of ramen.
White Myoga had been chatting with Inuyasha Shippo had been attending to his job. "Miroku!" He called softly. Miroku turned to Shippo, smiling gently. "Yes Shippo?"
"Could you come here? I have something to ask you about." Wondering what Shippo wanted he followed him as he darted through a small thicket of trees to another clearing. This one was smaller and darker than their campsite.
"What is it Shippo?"
Shippo held up the bouquet of irises. "Sango's favorite flowers," Miroku muttered unintentionally.
Shippo smiled. So Miroku had noticed too. "You should give these to Sango."
"Shippo I-" Miroku was startled as Shippo pushed the bouquet into his hands. Shippo winked and scurried away, leaving poor Miroku alone and confused.
Meanwhile, back at camp, Sango looked up from the Hiraikotsu to notice she was alone. Standing she spotted someone emerging from the shadows. "Lady Sango?" Sota inquired politely.
Sango blinked. "Just Sango is fine."
Sota smiled. "Okay, Sango, I was wondering if you could explain something to me."
"What is it?" Sango asked.
"Well, I sort of need to show it to you, follow me," Sota turned waiting for the sound of Sangos footfalls.
Dazed, Sango obeyed following the young boy. Sota let Sango to the nearby clearing, then shifted so he was walking side by side with her. "I think there's something in this clearing," Sota said softly, stopping as Sango moved into the light.
Sango spied Miroku and still very confused, turned to Sota only to find he had disappeared.
Somewhat nervous now (and going against her better judgement) Sango moved toward Miroku, who had just noticed her entrance. "Erm, Monk." She trailed off as she caught him looking strangely at her.
Miroku, the loose idea in his mind that he had been set up, felt light- headed. 'Well,' he thought. 'No sense in wasting a good opportunity.' So he bolstered up his courage and smiled gently. "Sango," he greeted. "What a surprise running into you out here."
Sango blinked moving forward, feeling odd. "Yes, a surprise indeed."
When Sango had moved in close enough Miroku held out the flowers. Sango looked at them blankly, surprised. "What-"
"They are your favorite, are they not? Irises I believe."
"Y-yes," Sango stammered, taking the blooms and admiring them. She looked up curiously to Miroku, who just smiled. Smiling herself, she leaned into smell the pollen.
The second Sango leaned into smell the irises her thoughts surrendered to one sole purpose: kiss Miroku. Unfortunately, at that time a vast amount of poisonous wasps emerged from said irises. What resulted in this was a very shocked Miroku.
The first thing he saw was Sango leaning close to him, pressing her lips to his. The next thing he saw, was a hoard of wasps coming in for the kill. At this time, Miroku's logical self reached for his staff, to ward off the attack. Unfortunately, Miroku's logical self only had control over half his body, so his other half attended to his most primal of desires: rubbing Sango's bottom.
It was at this time Sango regained control of herself. The first thing she did was smack Miroku so hard he flew into a nearby tree. Whipping around angrily she found that wasps were thick in the air. Angry, as this was the umpteenth time she'd been surprised or confused this evening she attacked with a vengeance only to find she didn't have any weapon on her. Cursing in a very unladylike manner, Sango began to swat at the wasps the old fashioned way.
"Here!" She heard Miroku call out and she turned to catch a long stick he'd thrown her way. Nodding her thanks, she began her assault.
Miroku and Sango put down the bugs easily enough; they weren't as strong as Naraku's usual batch. By the time the battle was over, Sango had exhausted her anger.
"Well, it certainly has been an interesting evening," Miroku said calmly.
"Interesting!" Sango scoffed. "That hardly begins to cover it!"
Miroku laughed. "True."
The silence brought back the details of the situation and soon Miroku and Sango remembered the more intimate things they had done.
Sango's face, red with embarrassment, turned when Miroku looked at her. "Sango," he said softly.
"What Monk?" She asked sharply.
"Pray tell, why did you kiss me?"
"I-" Sango's breath caught in her throat as everything she longed to say bubbled to the surface. "I don't know."
"Oh," his voice sounded sad, almost disappointed.
"Why do you ask?"
"When someone kisses me Sango I would like to know why."
A thousand grating remarks filtered through her mind. Despite this, Sango choose something soft and distracting to say. "The flowers were beautiful Miroku."
Miroku smiled. "Until the wasps flew out of them, yes they were very beautiful."
Miroku felt himself at the precipice he'd so long turned away from. And he could turn away again. He could say, "Let's go back to camp," and be done with it. The incident could be ignored. But he could also jump. Take the chance that he could be rejected and hurt. He could feel his heart pound in the split second he had to make his decision.
'So Monk? Are you a coward then? Afraid to jump? Afraid of life? Planning on living in pain for the rest of your miserable life? Well Monk? What is your choice?'
Miroku jumped.
"Pity though, Sango, for they are not as beautiful as you."
Sango started. "Mi-Miroku."
Miroku smiled gently, leaning into the comfortable embrace of her voice on his name. And how he would abandon his name and so much more for her. "Sango," his voice was soft, possessing a deep felt emotion that seeped into every quiver of his vocal cords.
He faced her, not touching her, not making a move for her, squaring with her as an equal. And when he smiled it was not his usual gentle coax. It was a pained smile. The smile of someone who knew every minute drained from his life, that every second ate him away. In his smile, Sango saw the true nature of his being. How he was so afraid of dying, so afraid of the unknown that awaited him. He was raw and naked in front of her. Marred and shy. And somehow, that made him all the more beautiful.
"I love you."
Now it was Miroku's turn to start, for it had been Sango who'd said the words. "Sango," he pronounced his voice soft.
"I love you Miroku. I love being around you. Sometimes I feel as though I need to be around you in order to feel complete." Sango swallowed to avoid averting her eyes and blushed deeply.
Miroku beamed at her a smile that ate up his entire countenance. Closing the space between them Miroku murmured an "I love you too" before kissing her.
Smiling in the thicket of the surrounding wood, Myoga, Shippo and Sota congratulated each other. "I thought it definitely wouldn't work when all those bugs flew out," Sota whispered.
"I wonder how that happened," Shippo said.
"We can't worry about that now," hushed Myoga. "We have to work on Kagome and Inuyasha now come on. We should leave them alone."
"Why?" Shippo and Sota asked simultaneously. "Because uh.they're going to talk all romantic like and that gets boring. Come on!"
In the other side of the wood Jaken was cursing up a storm. He couldn't believe those stupid wasps had not attacked the demon hunter when she had first held the flowers. How inept. Oh well, the monk and the demon hunter were only a side attraction anyway. The real show would be Inuyasha. Jaken smiled evilly. He had to get to work.
Meanwhile, Miroku and Sango's kissing had grown more intense. Miroku had placed his hands on Sango's hips and they were now starting to move to his favorite resting-place. Sango, in turn moved her hands onto Miroku's body, although she moved in a northward direction.
She freed his hair from its tie and let the strands fall between her fingers. Moving upward still, she tightened her grasp on Miroku and pulled him closer to her. Delighted at her push Miroku freed his mouth from Sangos and started to move down her neck. He shifted his hands from her behind and started to move to take off her clothes.
He paused in his kissing to gauge her reaction as he held a fistful of her top in his hand. Wondering why he had stopped Sango glanced down and without pausing nodded her assent. Turning around to observe the area he moved Sango slightly backward, kissing her neck all the way. He detached himself from Sango for a moment and removed part of his robes, setting it on the ground.
Reaching for Sango he moved close to her ear. "Sango, I want you. I want to make love to you but-"
"Miroku," She reached for his hips, meshing them with hers so she felt his desire. It excited her, being this close to him. Close enough to..do things to him. "I want you too Miroku, but if we do this," now her voice lost its lust and husky tones. She held his face in one hand. Her voice was lethal; he'd been on the receiving end of it so many times before. "If you ever touch anyone else ever again, you'll wish that goddamn hole in your hand had sucked you in when I'm through with you!"
Miroku smiled brightly. "I shall never wish that Sango dear, for I shall never touch another woman again. I love you Sango and I am yours, for better or worse."
Sango blushed lightly and smiled shyly. Miroku kissed her tenderly and led her to the robe on the ground.
Slowly Miroku drew Sango's clothing from her body all the while darting kisses over her neck and occasionally journeying up to her mouth. He hissed in annoyance when he encountered the bondings of her breasts when she was stripped to the waist. Angrily trying to get them off he disengaged his mouth from Sango.
Smiling when he successfully removed the bondings he leaned back to admire her. He brought his hands up to touch her only to arch his back in surprise when she ran her fingers lightly down his back. Blinking in surprise, he realized that she had disrobed him to the waist. She had started an almost unconscious up and down movement on his back with her fingers lightly playing across his skin.
Even more excited than before (if that was possible), Miroku brought his good hand to her breasts, putting the hand with the wind tunnel under her back, supporting her up so he didn't have to move very far to kiss her.
Gently he stroked the skin of her breasts causing her movement on his back to halt. Starting at the base of her breast he made a light circular motion upward with two fingers gaining altitude with every painfully slow movement. Sango had stiffened under him in anticipation even though his lips were still gently dancing on her neck.
He moved his hand away when he was near the top and replaced it with his mouth. He captured her nipple in a swift moment causing her to jerk upward and release a moan.
He teased her there for a few minutes; flicking her tip with his tongue. Then he moved his mouth back to her neck and started the process anew on her other breast. When Miroku drew up from his second assault on her Sango struggled out of his grip so they were both sitting up straight. "San-"
Sango draped her arms around Miroku's neck and kissed him. Moving downward from there she paused to admire his physique before lightly licking and nipping at his nipples. Practically purring his approval, Miroku was feeling very good indeed.
Sango moved further down, nibbling at the muscles on his stomach. Miroku arched far back to allow her more access to him. Sango pulled the rest of his robes of leaving Miroku naked to the world and more importantly his soon to be lover.
He felt Sango still her motions and he looked at her. She'd had her hands on his knees and she quickly met his eyes then avoided them, blushing. He sighed, then grinning he removed the rest of her clothing and pinned her to her back, assuming the dominant position once again.
Brushing his fingers lightly on the outside of her thighs Miroku smiled as he felt Sango relax. He then moved to her inner thighs caressing them slowly as he moved upward.
Happily in a state of bliss Sango jumped as she felt one of Miroku's fingers brush against her. He paused slightly, assessing her reaction, then moved inside her. She moaned when he did so.
Miroku moved his hands in pleasing ways inside of Sango causing her to alternate between light whimpers and strong moans. When Miroku brushed up against Sango's most sensitive spot Sango grabbed Miroku's shoulders tightly. Grinning in triumph he began to stroke Sango there bringing her closer and closer to climax.
When she did climax Sango held Miroku's shoulders even tighter and breathlessly called out his name. This pleased him immensely and he almost felt if they stopped there he'd feel satisfied.
Almost.
He waited for her to catch her breath before he moved completely on top of her. "Sango I uh..I'm-"
"Shut up and do it Miroku. I believe I already gave you my permission."
Smiling for about the millionth time that night, Miroku moved down to kiss her. And then in one quick moment, he was inside of her. Sango elicited one small gasp. The "pain" was hardly comparable to other injuries she had and she wondered why Miroku wasn't moving.
She looked up at him. His eyes were shut and he was trying to steady his breathing. Letting out a breath of air he opened his eyes and met hers. He licked his lips and began.
Miroku moved slowly waiting for Sango to adjust. He continued this, gradually getting faster and faster, the heat in him building. Stoking the heat further was the sight of Sango, moving in a way gradually different to him, making the sensation feel almost erotic.
Feeling the pressure build to it's maximum, Miroku grabbed Sango to him abruptly, so their bodies were completely meshed. He released himself inside of her, calling out her name as he did so.
"Oh gods Sango," he breathed when all had stilled. Sighing contently, they disentangled themselves and used their clothing as makeshift blankets against the midsummer night air.
Miroku drew Sango to him in an embrace and nuzzled her hair. "I love you Sango."
Finding a cozy spot in the crook of his neck Sango responded. "I love you too Miroku."
Feeling completely content, and very near sleep, Miroku was jolted awake by Sango's voice. "Miroku?"
"Yes?"
"Why must you persist in GROPING me?"
Miroku opened his eyes to face her. "Well, you said I couldn't do it to anyone else, so now you're going to become the focus of all my lecherous ways."
Sango rolled her eyes heavenward, beaten by her own game, but happy. Extremely happy.
"Hentai," she murmured before she fell into a deep, pleasant slumber.
~*~
"Fine. What about Inuyasha and Kagome?"
"We'll distract them."
"No, I mean what are we going to do about them getting together?"
"Oh right. This'll be tricky. I think it's really a matter of getting Inuyasha to make the first move."
"True, I think Kagome has already admitted her feelings for the most part so the situation isn't really about doubt."
"We need something really romantic."
"Should we use mishka?"
"No, I think in this case that would only complicate things."
"And I don't think we'll be able to get Inuyasha to flat out admit his feelings. We're going to have to settle for him showing them."
"It's doable I guess."
"We need to set the mood. I can take care of the atmosphere. And we'll need to enhance Kagome."
"What to you mean? Why would we need to 'enhance' her?"
"Well, he obviously has feelings for her. And it is my guess that it is a struggle for him to keep them at bay, because of certain complications. What I hope to do is make Kagome more appealing to him so the feeling will be harder to contain. And hopefully at that time we'll have Sango and Miroku on our side so that ups our odds."
"Okay. So we're set then?"
"We're set. To success!"
"To success!"
~*~
I wrote the majority of this chapter at my grandparent's house (as I have found it is better than doing nothing). The next chapter will defiantly be the last (and probably the longest). It's going to take a while to come out so please be patient. I hope you enjoy this chapter and that it helps hold you over until next time.
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