Me: I blame everything on Sandra E. It's all her fault. If it hadn't been for her I would still be a Inu/Kag fan, but nooooooo, she just had to come along and make me a heathen. Hurmph!

Yasashii: Why do you bother to even try acting disgruntled when you know you're enjoing every minute of your heathenism?

Me: Be quiet! You're ruining my image!

Yasashii: Right. Anyway, our dearest heathen here doesn't own Inuyasha.

Me: Though I woudn't mind owning Miroku.

Yasashii: Do you want to be groped?

Me: ..............good point.

Yasashii: -_-;

Summary: Miroku is thinking about a certain someone.....Implied M/K, one shot. Miroku's POV.

Until I'm The One You See

They were at it again.

Fighting over who-knows-what. I didn't really care. I just wished he would shut up before she got angry and--

"SIT!"

Too late.

"You egotistical, chauvinist, overbearing, selfish jerk! I'm going home!"

"No freakin', f***in' way, b****!"

"SIT! SIT, SIT, SIT, SIT, SIT, SIT, SIT!"

Ouch. That had to hurt.

She packed that strange yellow thing she calls a 'back-a-pack', swung it over her sholders and stomped towards the well.

I, being the gentleman that I am, followed her, because after all, there are demons out there and I couldn't just let her get eaten by one.....though considering her current state, I believe I would fear more for the demon.

I followed her until she reached the well and stopped. She dropped her bag, then sat down with her head resting on her knees, her sholders shaking.

Its at times like those that I really hate Inuyasha. He doesn't deserve her. Yet he has her. And I hate him for it.

I walk over to her and sit beside her. I smile softly, even though she dosen't see it.

"What was it this time?"

She peaked her head up from her knees.

"He...was complaing because I gave Shippo some more pocky...he said that I indulged Shippo too much. But Shippo lost both his parents! He deserves to be indulged every once in awhile!

The corners of my eyes crinkled in amusement.

"'Every once in awhile' just so happens to be every day, Kagome-sama."

She flushed adorably. She was so gorgeous when she did that.

"Who's side are you on anyway?" She glared at me.

"Your's, of course," I replyed soothingly. "So what happened next?"

She sniffed.

"I don't know how, but we somehow got on the subject of how...Kikyo is better than me. He said that she never would have indulged anyone like that...I don't remember what I said back, but he got really angry and begain swearing at me, so I 'sat' him."

She sniffed again.

"What did I ever do to him, Miroku-sama? Why does he always act like that?"

I wraped my arm around her sholders and she buried her head into my chest.

"I don't know, Kagome-sama. Don't worry. This will all blow over soon." I held her and stroked her hair and held her close.

Its at times like those that I wish I could hold her forever. But she belongs to him. He is all she sees.

"Thank you, Miroku-sama." She looked up at me with a weak smile.

I smiled back and gently kissed the top of her head. She seemed surprised for a moment, then buried her head in my chest again and held me tighter. I simply continued to stroke her hair.

I would be with you forever, Kagome. But he is the one you want to be with; he is the one you see when you close your eyes. But I will wait for you. I will wait until his image fades from your mind.

Until I'm the one you see.

Me: Aaaaaand, cut! Okay, thats a wrap! Everybody go home! But not before you review, of course.....