SURFACE OF THE TWILIGHT An excerpt from the words of Sesshoumaru

(AN: Please notice that () means that at the bottom is an explanation or something I needed to tell you. Look or don't look. The choice is yours. Also, Inuyasha and all characters from that show and manga do not belong to me. Though I wish Sesshoumaru did. I on the other hand, do own the monk, Miroku's offspring in this story. )

Section II:

I quickly threw myself away from her. I growled lowly, furious with myself. I ran away from that balcony, and only glanced back once to see her leaned against the stone railing and tracing her lips with her fingers. Even in the dark, I could see the dark blush that graced her cheeks. You have no idea, Monk, how badly I wanted to return to her. But I knew I couldn't, no matter what my instincts wanted to do, I had to keep control of myself. I do not allow myself to not think with my head. It has and always will, no must be. Think first, act later.

I can see that you enjoy the "juicy" details of this story. The blood of that lecherous monk runs through your blood, so obviously you would. But I'd much rather tell my tale if you would kindly keep your tongue in your mouth.

I locked myself in my room for days. But that would not keep her away from me for long. She doesn't enjoy angst I have learned. She would soon barge through my door muttering incantations rather then ignore the whole incident entirely. Like I was trying so hard to do. I was right, one evening I sensed her outside of my chambers. I opened the door before she would try to blow it up. Still untrained, and I was scared of what she might do to the two-hundred year old, hand carved, mahogany doors. Her leg was poised for kicking, and I asked her then if she would like to have a broken ankle, because her kicking the heavy doors would not even make a dent.

She then lowered her leg and walked right past me, plopping herself onto a chair. She had one leg draped over an arm, and the other curled up underneath her. She had no idea what she was doing to my senses by just being there. She was radiating sexual tension, without a clue in the world. I shut my door. I'm sure you have heard of Jaken. He's dependable to keep secrets normally, but I didn't want to risk rumors spreading.

You're welcome to come in Kagome. Take a seat if you wish, I told her. She rolled her eyes. I have taken that as a habit it seems. Humans are so daft, I roll them constantly. Not something I am proud of I must say. She told me that I looked horrible. And asked if I had eaten. I knew that she was just getting the normal questions out of the way, so she could hound me, no pun intended, about our little "problem". I did not want to speak to her. I wanted to pick her up and toss her out of my room. But I was afraid that if I touched her, that my instincts would break free of their prison within the deepest catacombs of myself.

I wanted to touch her. Not necessarily the way that would sooth my wants of her. But I wanted to brush aside the hair that hid most of her throat. To lace my fingers through her locks, and to gently touch her face and memorize every feature of her.

I walked over to her. I laid one hand on each arm of the chair, and put my face close to her own, our breath mingling, and my nose touching hers. Her breath was laced in mint. But that was not what was on my mind. She did not move away. I did not see fear in her eyes. Only an emotion that I could not recognize. It was almost sad. We both stared, until she looked away to gaze around the room. Curtains were ripped, chairs and tables were upended. The sheets on my bed were tangled and bunched up. Kagome looked back at me, I had not looked from her, and still I did not see fear. I did not sense any sort of emotion either. She was masking her emotions. This did not make me happy. I didn't want her to feel like she needed to hide anything from me.

When I asked her about it, in a hushed voice, she only shrugged, and stopped hiding them. We were so close, that so many of her feelings rushed out at me. I almost collapsed on top of her. But I held strong, and kneeled instead. I was tall enough to keep our close proximity. I understood why she had hid them. Sorrow, fear, confusion, embarrassment, and a myriad of other feelings were flowing through her. It was amazing to me how humans could not pass out from all these things.

She wrapped her arms around me then, crushing her chest to my own. My hands were still on the arm rests, but I removed them and put them on her the back of her shoulders.

It was a beautiful day, she says. The day she melted the ice around my heart. I always ignore these moments of hers. When her eyes get all shiny, and her lips quiver in remembrance. Within in those moments, I realized then, that I wasn't going to die of a heart attack, that the feeling within my chest when she was near was not the fluttering of a heart murmur. Yes, you're right, it was love. The emotion that plagued so many lives, sometimes even to death, in the case of my brother and that Kikyo woman.

I pledged my heart to her then. And she the same to me. I kissed her deeply. So happy we were to know that each of our feelings were returned.

We had known each other closely for a year, after the jewel had been completed, and my brother had left her alone that one day. My kidnapping of her had been fate. If I hadn't, we still would hate each other. She stopped complaining a few months after her kidnapping so long ago. She must have realized what a pain it was to bathe in lakes and springs.

But anyway... She explained to me the workings of the well. I wasn't very interested really. I knew all about it. Inuyasha's Forest was in my land, so obviously I had spies everywhere. I knew she was hinting at me that she had to go home. That her family hadn't seen her for longer then a year. I almost felt remorse for this. It was my fault. But I don't feel remorse. Well, yes, I'm sure I could. Let me rephrase that. I refuse to feel remorse.

She and I left the next night. I had spoken with Rin, who was so excited to have a mother again soon. She practically shoved me out of her bedroom. I admit I almost felt sad. This child was my daughter, and to have her not need me anymore made me realize she was growing up. I called out as the door slammed in my face, that we would be back in three weeks.

How did I get through the well? We had to hold each other very close and tight, which I really didn't mind...

Her family did miss her. And as I was bombarded by her crazy grandfather she was having a tearful reunion with her mother. Her brother was sitting on the couch, waiting for his turn by playing a video game. Kagome pounced on him, ripping the contraption from his hands. He screamed as she hugged him tightly. It was very amusing I must say.

Her grandfather is so strange. Though he recognized me after a few minutes, and began to bow, I was still on full awareness in case he had another Mad Moment.

Kagome introduced me, and then we had dinner. I had never tasted such wonderful food. Kagome was silent the entire meal, and I could see why, as she was shoving food into her mouth that would amaze even a cheetah demon. She explained what we had found out about ourselves, and then I almost made her choke by asking her Grandfather for her hand in marriage. He smacked the table and something along the lines of "'bout time someone else gets to make up illnesses" I still don't understand, because Kagome becomes too embarrassed and won't tell me.

We stayed the three weeks and had to return. Her mother didn't complain, she is a very understanding woman.

(AN: Alrighty, that's it for now. Please take notice that I wrote this at 3 in the morning, so it might not make much sense, and please excuse any errors! Thanks for reading!! Please don't forget to review!! I said 'please' 3 times! Woot! Bye everyone!!)