A/N: I'M BACK. Oh yeah. That didn't take too long now. The key thing is to actually stick to the story and remember to update. It might take a while though. On with the story! Oh, thank you, my reviewers. It's much appreciated.
Disclaimer: I'm sorry, would you like to rub in the fact that I'm NOT famous, I don't OWN anything, and INUYASHA AND MIROKU aren't MINE? Because I think I get the point.
Chapter 2 – It Takes Two To Make It Work, Koishi. (A/N: I like feeling somewhat significant with the use of foreign languages.)
The next morning, the sun wasn't up and the dark clouds crowded over. It looked like it was going to rain, a bad day for traveling. They all decided to stay inside the village, roam around the shops and relax a little. Kagome, Sango and Shippou had gone to the market to look at some presents for Kagome's mother's birthday (A/N: whatever...), while Miroku and InuYasha stayed in the hut.
Miroku was still asleep inside the hut. Inu Yasha was leaning against the side of the hut, watching Miroku sleep. Inhale. Exhale. The movement of Miroku's body as he breathed in and out seemed to keep Inu Yasha watching for some strange reason. His hair hung around his pale face like a curtain, blocking his view only slightly. Inu Yasha's ears pricked up and he cocked his head to the side, as Miroku began to stir in his sleep. Miroku was mumbling something indistinct, something that even InuYasha couldn't pick up with his demon ears. Inu Yasha frowned and silently crawled closer to Miroku's trembling form. Suddenly, Miroku reached his arms up and grabbed Inu Yasha's robe, unconsciously of course. The dog demon's eyes flew wide open and slowly tried to pry the monk's hands off of his robe, but Miroku's hands had a tight grip already.
"Hey you stupid monk, get your hands off me!" whispered Inu Yasha urgently. Although he wasn't intent on waking Miroku up, he wanted to get out of this awkward position. Both of his hands were on either sides of Miroku's head and his hair was on top of his face, moving gently as Miroku continue to groan and mumble in his sleep.
"Inu Yasha........don't leave me...I don't want to be alone...I love...."
"MIROKU WAKE UP DAMNIT!" yelled Inu Yasha, not caring about the listening villagers anymore. He shook Miroku harshly until he finally woke up
"Inu Yasha?" Miroku asked softly. Upon noticing that Inu Yasha didn't seem to realize that he was already awake, he sighed and repeated it again, "INU YASHA!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. You were calling my name when you were asleep..." said Inu Yasha. Then, he suddenly noticed that it was HIS name Miroku was calling, not some other woman's name. He watched Miroku's expression change to something unreadable. It showed more emotion, but a mix of confusion and protection. – I wonder... - thought Inu Yasha. He remembered the...suggestive scene that took place last night by the hot spring. Did it honestly mean something to Miroku? Miroku looked so innocent right now. His dark purple eyes were wide looking everywhere except at Inu Yasha. He was fondling with his robe and his hair was messy in just the cutest places. – Miroku... - thought Inu Yasha. He watched Miroku's lean body under the messy and somewhat revealing robe. The defined chest that was now being more exposed as Miroku turned around in an attempt to hide himself from Inu Yasha. His eyes traveled down Miroku's arm and to his prayer beads which kept the deadly force at bay.
Inu Yasha sighed. Although the Kazaana was a very helpful tool when it came to battle, it would soon bring Miroku to his death. Miroku had joined their little group in the first place only to avenge his father and kill Naraku. At first, people had thought Miroku was just a lecherous monk who had no purpose in life. He had seemed so happy, in fact, too happy. Of course, as time passed, the group had noticed that there was more to him than slyness and happiness. He was often quiet during the night, lost in his own thoughts. Probably thinking about when he would leave this beautiful world. Kagome and Sango had caught Miroku staring at his Kazaana, rolling the prayer beads around his forefinger and thumb. All the walls and masks put up in his eyes came tumbling down, revealing loneliness and depression. There was an enormous amount of regret. Whether it was regretting the fact that he hadn't slayed Naraku, or that he wasn't able to bear a child and be with the one he loved, it was all the same.
Miroku looked up, catching bright amber eyes. Shock passed through him. He looked deeper into those swirling pools of jewels. What was it in Inu Yasha's eyes? Sadness? Compassion? Understanding? Or was it something else? Something that Miroku had only seen when Kagome was caught looking at Inu Yasha fondly. –Love?- the word passed through Miroku's mind, but he shook it off. No. It couldn't be love. Inu Yasha loved Kagome, just like he loved Sango. He did love Sango, didn't he? She was the woman in his dreams. The woman who would bear his child and the woman he would be willing to spend his life with, no matter how short it was.
His train of though was broken as he noticed Inu Yasha shift closer beside him. Subconsciously, he grabbed hold of the knot that held his robes together and looked away. –What am I doing?- Miroku asked himself. But honestly, he had no idea. When had he started acting like this around Inu Yasha? He was sure he wasn't gay. Bisexual, maybe, but he did like woman. That he was sure of. His eyes widened when he felt two strong arms wrap around his waist from behind. Inu Yasha rested on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, softly nipping at Miroku's neck. Simply this had sent shivers up and down Miroku's spine.
"It's okay, Miroku. I'll be here for you, as long as you want me," whispered Inu Yasha, his breath tickling the sensitive skin on Miroku's neck. –He'll be here for me?- Miroku smiled, but was still hesitant in returning any intimate gesture. That action had caused Inu Yasha to frown. Maybe Miroku hadn't thought of Inu Yasha that way. Maybe Inu Yasha had assumed the wrong thing. He slowly began to un-wrap his arms from Miroku's waist, but was stopped by Miroku.
"I thought you were going to be here for me forever, Inu Yasha," said Miroku in a low voice. He leaned backwards against Inu Yasha, sighing contently. –I don't know what this feeling is, but I finally feel content. No matter how short my life will be, at least there will be someone to keep me in their heart forever.- Inu Yasha tightened the embrace and began sucking on Miroku's neck once more. Miroku simple smiled, but Inu Yasha could feel Miroku desperately trying to hold back a moan.
"It takes two to make it work, koishi," Miroku chuckled lightly and grinned. –Koishi?- he thought and felt a warm feeling throughout his body. –Koishi indeed.- He moaned softly, eliciting a small smile from Inu Yasha. They stayed there for a while, until Kagome, Sango and Shippo came back. That would be another problem...
A/N: LALALLA. Horrible! I know. Xx. Anyway. It's not over yet! But whatever! R&R!