Warnings: Rated R – No one under 17… ku ku ku ku…
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu-Yasha
Only They Know: About Tying Up All Those Loose Ends
By Gabreilla Moushigo (aka Aeki Muffinhands)
Last time:
"Your not getting anything from me you big moron… our marriage isn't even real."
"Oh it's real…"
He kissed the side of her neck familiarly. "This is our night." He grinned. "Let's go back to the inn… I think that old man still has a little gratitude left in his old bones."
"Miroku!"
And so our story begins:
They were way ahead of their younger selves… already snuggled up in bed Kagome allowed herself to dream about Miroku's wounded hand. "You're still not going to tell him?"
"No." He said firmly.
"I think… even if he did know… that it would give him peace of mind."
"No it wouldn't… even if it did… once it happened he would regret that emotion ever came over him."
"Your too sensitive."
"You don't know what it's like."
"Of course I do!" She grumbled.
Miro-sama rolled over, not looking at her. He had silently hoped that tonight would be a good night for the two of them… obviously not. She just didn't understand what it was like to be a part of something so horrible. He wouldn't tell her though, she didn't need to know about it… it was hard enough for him to deal with.
Kagome huffed, flipping over as well, her back touching his. This would be a long night… might as well dream of times past… it couldn't hurt after all…
It was just a dream. A very tall man, wearing very thick armor was standing there. The plates on his chest and arms looked almost completely composed of demon parts. She vaguely realized that it was Naraku. His lips moved, made no sound but she understood. 'Do you know why there is a hole there?' He pointed to the other man. 'It is because there is a part missing from you.' She couldn't make out his face, nor the other man's continence as he talked, but in his hand he held a sphere, it was misty and sparkled. 'This is what you were looking for monk…' The man, her husband, seemed afraid of his gift. 'Are you ready monk? Do you want it back?' Miroku fuzzily reached for this hazy mass and it rested in his cursed hand. 'Are you ready? Do you understand now? Are you ready?' His mouthed silently, repeating himself over and over, his lips cruelly lifted. It slowly sank in to his palm, and he screamed.
She woke up with a start, remembering. Her hand found his hand as he rested beside her, his chest lifted and sank slowly in slumber. She took this hand of his, lifted it to her mouth and kissed. 'I love you.'
Kagome pretended to sleep in Miroku's arms as they sought entrance into the innkeeper's house. At first the old man looked like he wanted to scold the young man for upsetting his wife earlier. But upon seeing Kagome in his arms they let him enter. They directed the young couple to a bedroom of their own and left them there.
The elder couple walked down the hallway, into their sitting room. For a short time the old man and his wife looked at each other "Looks like they solved their differences." She whispered behind her hand.
"Yes." The old man smiled. "I am glad those two finally found each other again… it would have made me sad if they had lost their way… in my home no less."
"What do you mean?" His wife questioned.
"They have not seen each other since they've come here."
"I see." She wrung her hands together a little. "I fear that I must have caused the problem between them."
"Really my dear, how could you cause such a thing?" He questioned, his voice holding no accusation.
"I talked to them about us… I don't know… maybe it caused some sort of problem."
He took her hands in his before she rubbed them raw. "Ha, so I thought."
"Hm?" Her eyes looked into his.
"You always think of others before yourself… always blame yourself over the slightest thing… you take too much weight on your shoulders you know."
"I know." She looked away.
"I guess your love for others is why I wanted to marry you." His smile, the joy on his face belied his age, for at least one moment at least. She almost looked dazed with love in her eyes until he said. "That and you had a nice ass."
"You just had to ruin the moment didn't you, you wrinkled old pervert!"
His wife slapped him upside the head and went into their room. Which he pleasantly found open to him, despite their argument. "Ah… it's good to be loved."
Ok… really short chapter… what do you want? A lemon? Which I never got to write… damnit… I always get sidetracked by those sparkly M/K fictions… it's totally unfair I tell you.
I had all this extra text with… um… important information (?) with nowhere to go… so I decided to stuff it in this wonderful crappy chapter… which I wouldn't even consider an update… yay!
Oh well… I guess since that is over… I shall admit something terrible to you all… now… don't freak out or anything but…
I just wanted to tell everyone… how much I love Naraku…
(Naraku in the corner gasps)
He's just so damn sexy…
(Aeki's brother sits in the background and stares at her with wide eyes)
Aeki: What?!
Brother: What is with you and all the bad guys?!
Aeki: I don't know what your talking about!
Brother: What about Radditz from Dragonball Z?
Aeki: That hair… it was just so sexy… and he was wearing those little gym shorts… (drools)
Brother: What about Frieza?"
Aeki: Well… he's got that girly-man kind of evil going for him… sooo sexy.
Brother: What about Ryouga from Ranma ½?
Aeki: He's not the bad guy!
Brother: Close enough!
Aeki: Because he can't find his way out of a wet paper bag… just like me! He should've wound up with Akane… or Dr. Tofu… he's sexy.
Brother: Didn't you notice that Dr. Tofu kinda looks like Miroku?
Aeki: Damn right!
Aeki: …
Aeki: Damn all those sexy anime characters that don't exist!
Brother: …
Brother: You say sexy too much!
Aeki: I know!
Anyway! Next chapter should be up when I get around to writing it. I've got some of it going… but I think I might be getting a little middle of the story writer's block… it's so unfair!
I also wanted to do a nice juicy lemony soon… but it's not coming out… I should probably look at some smut for inspiration.