Author's Rant:
Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! I just decided to try out this pairing, since my stupid twin was insisting I do something of this pairing. Hai, minna. This is Sango and Miroku. Of course, I find them really cute together! I think they are meant for each other! But... As far as I am concerned, I haven't tried anything of this. Since I was bored to death waiting for reviews from my other story "Three to Tango", which my idiotic twin posted in the Inu-Yasha category, not the Slam Dunk [I got her tied up for that!] I decided to give in to her desires - I SHOULD write an S/M fic. Please take this easy on me!
A little add-in: I reviewed the prologue and the first chapter and found out that I did some spelling errors, so I corrected them. Gomen to those who saw them! Tsk, tsk, tsk. I didn't even try using my spelling and grammar check! Argh! Thanks to those who reviewed!
~Shohoku no Miko~©
Inu-Yasha: A Medieval Pulp Fantasy -er- Inu-Yasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale © Takahashi Rumiko.
NOTE: I somehow made a story out of nowhere, and it is never, and I mean never, mentioned neither in the manga nor the series.
Teach Me How to Love
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Two: Ni
"Tell me about your kazaana... Please?!" She pouted as she moved away from him and withdrew her hands from his. "I'm just curious. Excuse me from meddling with your personal affairs, its just that... I'd really like to know..."
Miroku was speechless. 'What the heck just happened? A while ago, she was being a polite person. The next thing you know, she looked like she was going to kiss you. Now...'
When no reply came, Sango stood up. "G-Gomen nasai, I really am getting too personal here. K-K-Kinishinai desu. O-"
"No, no, Sango-sama. It's okay." Miroku held her hands, urging her to sit down. "I can tell you about it."
Sango, somehow, was puzzled. 'That was an opportunity for him to grope me! Does that mean that... He's changing?' She sat down when she heard him move to make bigger room for her.
Miroku looked at the dying fire and sighed. He cast a sideward glance on Sango.
"I'm all ears." She remarked.
"Fifty years ago, my grandfather fought with a youkai who took the shape of man. His name was..."
"Naraku." She finished his statement. He nodded. "And then?"
"As they fought, they found out that neither was stronger nor weaker. My grandfather figured out that if he sealed him in his sutra, the miasma he made on his hometown would vanish."
"Sutra? You mean..."
"Yes, my grandfather was also a monk. He prepared to perform the ritual when suddenly, Naraku sent his minion to attack him at the back. But because my grandfather was also trained to sense youkai, he slashed the youkai. But when he turned to fight Naraku, Naraku threw a black ball at him, and sent him flying off and he bumped against a tree. As he struggled to stand, Naraku went in front of him and said something he can't understand, and then cursed his right hand."
"Oh..."
"That right hand could suck up everything into oblivion- trees, houses, hills, youkais and human alike. It will be passed on to his descendants until one of them defeats him. That's why they all had to marry and at least have one descendant to carry on the curse and beat Naraku. When he found out about it, he immediately married his beau, even if there were no preparations made yet. That was my grandmother. She had difficulty in giving birth to my father, that as my father was born into this world, she got sucked up into the kazaana in my father's right hand."
Sango felt a knife being stabbed on her back. The way Miroku tells it to her made her heart twitch, how does he feel about this, then?
"After about twelve years, my grandfather died. He got sucked up to his own kazaana, right in front of my father. It was hard for him, but he had to recover from the pain since he was training to defeat Naraku. At the age of nineteen he married my mother. He had doubts if he was going to marry my mother, Mushin-sensei told me. It's because he didn't want my mother to be sucked up into the kazaana if ever she was to bear his child. He didn't want her to be hurt, especially because he loves her."
"Houshi-sama..." Sango whispered.
"Even if my mother had knowledge of this, she still wanted to be with my father. My father was torn between his emotions. Sure, he wanted to live the rest of his life with her, but what if he didn't defeat Naraku by the time they have their child? In spite of all these, they got married. My father was scared to sleep with my mother. He didn't want her to die. But he wanted to show her how much he loves her. And as if destiny have written it, my mother conceived a baby. Those nine months when my mother was pregnant, my father went away to look for Naraku. He barely slept; he sojourned towards what he knew was Naraku's fortress. But he didn't find him there. When he got home, he didn't know that nine months had already passed, and the baby who was meant to carry on the family curse was born. And that was when he found out that..." Tears were threatening to fall from his eyes.
"Houshi-sama, stop it, please. I... I didn't know that... I didn't know that relating to me your curse will-"
"No, it's okay." He wiped the crystalline drops brimming his amethyst orbs. "It was only then that he found out that my mother was sucked up into oblivion. The oblivion, the void, the blackhole in the palms of his beloved son. And that boy is the person you now call Houshi-sama." He looked at Sango, who was almost drifting off to sleep. "Sango?"
"Why'd you stop? I'm still listening." Sango yawned as she looked back at Miroku.
"You're sleepy, I can see it."
"No I'm not. Just... Please continue."
"No, I could always continue it another time." He touched her shoulders, willing to carry her to her place, his hands gliding down to her arms, going sideways, and to her breasts.
At his touch, Sango's eyes shot wide open. "Houshi-sama!" She lifted her hands to slap him.
But it stopped in midair. Not because she was hesitant, but she found the Houshi sleeping, his head rested on her shoulders. His hands behaving on the spot where he last touched her.
"Ho-Houshi-sama..." She smiled at his sleeping figure. He is good-looking; no wonder why many girls chased him around every town they pass by. [to think that he was really the one chasing them...] But none ever wanted to bear his child. 'So much for his "Will you bear my child" act.' She thought as her hand strayed on his face. His face... It was calm, very different from the usual calmness he showed. She brushed the stray bangs on his forehead. She traced his lips, and she moved her face nearer to his.
But she stopped, and she slowly removed his hands on her breasts, and put it on his lap. "Oyasumi, Miroku."
'Maybe nothing will attack us at this time. Might as well...' She dozed off.
Miroku opened his eyes, and moved them to look at Sango's sleeping form. He sat up and stared at her.
'This afternoon, she looked like she wanted to hug me. When she wanted me to tell her about my curse, she looked like she wanted to kiss me. Just now, I felt her breath against my face. She touched my lips, she brushed aside my bangs, and caressed my face.' He held Sango's face and traced her cheeks with his thumb. 'And to top it all, she called me Miroku.' He withdrew his hands from her face.
'Are you trying to seduce me, Sango?' He asked her mentally.
Then, a small smile crept his handsome features. 'Two can play a game, Sango. Two can play one heck of a game.'
Author's Rant:
So what do you think? Good? Bad? OOC? [of course!] Please let me know! Constructive criticisms accepted. If you don't feel like clicking on that reiview button down there, yu could e-mail me at sumire_kanzaki@gundamwing.net or momoiro_onnanoko@hotmail.com. I'll be looking forward to your reviews! By the way, can anyone help me with what Sango can ask for the third favor? It seems that it was lost somewhere in my room... ^-^ Kidding aside, can you please help me? Oh please, oh please, oh please? Thanks in advance to those who'd try to help me! Ja!
~Shohoku no Miko~©
Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! I just decided to try out this pairing, since my stupid twin was insisting I do something of this pairing. Hai, minna. This is Sango and Miroku. Of course, I find them really cute together! I think they are meant for each other! But... As far as I am concerned, I haven't tried anything of this. Since I was bored to death waiting for reviews from my other story "Three to Tango", which my idiotic twin posted in the Inu-Yasha category, not the Slam Dunk [I got her tied up for that!] I decided to give in to her desires - I SHOULD write an S/M fic. Please take this easy on me!
A little add-in: I reviewed the prologue and the first chapter and found out that I did some spelling errors, so I corrected them. Gomen to those who saw them! Tsk, tsk, tsk. I didn't even try using my spelling and grammar check! Argh! Thanks to those who reviewed!
~Shohoku no Miko~©
Inu-Yasha: A Medieval Pulp Fantasy -er- Inu-Yasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale © Takahashi Rumiko.
NOTE: I somehow made a story out of nowhere, and it is never, and I mean never, mentioned neither in the manga nor the series.
Teach Me How to Love
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Two: Ni
"Tell me about your kazaana... Please?!" She pouted as she moved away from him and withdrew her hands from his. "I'm just curious. Excuse me from meddling with your personal affairs, its just that... I'd really like to know..."
Miroku was speechless. 'What the heck just happened? A while ago, she was being a polite person. The next thing you know, she looked like she was going to kiss you. Now...'
When no reply came, Sango stood up. "G-Gomen nasai, I really am getting too personal here. K-K-Kinishinai desu. O-"
"No, no, Sango-sama. It's okay." Miroku held her hands, urging her to sit down. "I can tell you about it."
Sango, somehow, was puzzled. 'That was an opportunity for him to grope me! Does that mean that... He's changing?' She sat down when she heard him move to make bigger room for her.
Miroku looked at the dying fire and sighed. He cast a sideward glance on Sango.
"I'm all ears." She remarked.
"Fifty years ago, my grandfather fought with a youkai who took the shape of man. His name was..."
"Naraku." She finished his statement. He nodded. "And then?"
"As they fought, they found out that neither was stronger nor weaker. My grandfather figured out that if he sealed him in his sutra, the miasma he made on his hometown would vanish."
"Sutra? You mean..."
"Yes, my grandfather was also a monk. He prepared to perform the ritual when suddenly, Naraku sent his minion to attack him at the back. But because my grandfather was also trained to sense youkai, he slashed the youkai. But when he turned to fight Naraku, Naraku threw a black ball at him, and sent him flying off and he bumped against a tree. As he struggled to stand, Naraku went in front of him and said something he can't understand, and then cursed his right hand."
"Oh..."
"That right hand could suck up everything into oblivion- trees, houses, hills, youkais and human alike. It will be passed on to his descendants until one of them defeats him. That's why they all had to marry and at least have one descendant to carry on the curse and beat Naraku. When he found out about it, he immediately married his beau, even if there were no preparations made yet. That was my grandmother. She had difficulty in giving birth to my father, that as my father was born into this world, she got sucked up into the kazaana in my father's right hand."
Sango felt a knife being stabbed on her back. The way Miroku tells it to her made her heart twitch, how does he feel about this, then?
"After about twelve years, my grandfather died. He got sucked up to his own kazaana, right in front of my father. It was hard for him, but he had to recover from the pain since he was training to defeat Naraku. At the age of nineteen he married my mother. He had doubts if he was going to marry my mother, Mushin-sensei told me. It's because he didn't want my mother to be sucked up into the kazaana if ever she was to bear his child. He didn't want her to be hurt, especially because he loves her."
"Houshi-sama..." Sango whispered.
"Even if my mother had knowledge of this, she still wanted to be with my father. My father was torn between his emotions. Sure, he wanted to live the rest of his life with her, but what if he didn't defeat Naraku by the time they have their child? In spite of all these, they got married. My father was scared to sleep with my mother. He didn't want her to die. But he wanted to show her how much he loves her. And as if destiny have written it, my mother conceived a baby. Those nine months when my mother was pregnant, my father went away to look for Naraku. He barely slept; he sojourned towards what he knew was Naraku's fortress. But he didn't find him there. When he got home, he didn't know that nine months had already passed, and the baby who was meant to carry on the family curse was born. And that was when he found out that..." Tears were threatening to fall from his eyes.
"Houshi-sama, stop it, please. I... I didn't know that... I didn't know that relating to me your curse will-"
"No, it's okay." He wiped the crystalline drops brimming his amethyst orbs. "It was only then that he found out that my mother was sucked up into oblivion. The oblivion, the void, the blackhole in the palms of his beloved son. And that boy is the person you now call Houshi-sama." He looked at Sango, who was almost drifting off to sleep. "Sango?"
"Why'd you stop? I'm still listening." Sango yawned as she looked back at Miroku.
"You're sleepy, I can see it."
"No I'm not. Just... Please continue."
"No, I could always continue it another time." He touched her shoulders, willing to carry her to her place, his hands gliding down to her arms, going sideways, and to her breasts.
At his touch, Sango's eyes shot wide open. "Houshi-sama!" She lifted her hands to slap him.
But it stopped in midair. Not because she was hesitant, but she found the Houshi sleeping, his head rested on her shoulders. His hands behaving on the spot where he last touched her.
"Ho-Houshi-sama..." She smiled at his sleeping figure. He is good-looking; no wonder why many girls chased him around every town they pass by. [to think that he was really the one chasing them...] But none ever wanted to bear his child. 'So much for his "Will you bear my child" act.' She thought as her hand strayed on his face. His face... It was calm, very different from the usual calmness he showed. She brushed the stray bangs on his forehead. She traced his lips, and she moved her face nearer to his.
But she stopped, and she slowly removed his hands on her breasts, and put it on his lap. "Oyasumi, Miroku."
'Maybe nothing will attack us at this time. Might as well...' She dozed off.
Miroku opened his eyes, and moved them to look at Sango's sleeping form. He sat up and stared at her.
'This afternoon, she looked like she wanted to hug me. When she wanted me to tell her about my curse, she looked like she wanted to kiss me. Just now, I felt her breath against my face. She touched my lips, she brushed aside my bangs, and caressed my face.' He held Sango's face and traced her cheeks with his thumb. 'And to top it all, she called me Miroku.' He withdrew his hands from her face.
'Are you trying to seduce me, Sango?' He asked her mentally.
Then, a small smile crept his handsome features. 'Two can play a game, Sango. Two can play one heck of a game.'
Author's Rant:
So what do you think? Good? Bad? OOC? [of course!] Please let me know! Constructive criticisms accepted. If you don't feel like clicking on that reiview button down there, yu could e-mail me at sumire_kanzaki@gundamwing.net or momoiro_onnanoko@hotmail.com. I'll be looking forward to your reviews! By the way, can anyone help me with what Sango can ask for the third favor? It seems that it was lost somewhere in my room... ^-^ Kidding aside, can you please help me? Oh please, oh please, oh please? Thanks in advance to those who'd try to help me! Ja!
~Shohoku no Miko~©