Author's Notes: Ahh, I might only update once a day. Like, a chapter a day. I don't know, school kind of gets in the way. I'll try my best though! The more you people review, the faster I'll update and vice versa. I think I'm on writer's block. I'll try to make the chapters longer, but sometimes I just want to get it over with. -- Anyway. On with the story! 3s to my reviewers.
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Chapter 3 – Am I wrong?
Later that evening, the rain had stopped. Everyone began packing, ready to leave the village the next morning. Even if it was going to rain tomorrow, they still needed to move on. Inu Yasha had went off into the woods for some personal time and Miroku saw no need in joining him. Everyone needed personal space. Instead, he sat on a nearby tree trunk, watching Kagome and Sango make the food for tonight.
"Miroku, where's Inu Yasha?" asked Kagome with a slight touch of concern in her tone. Miroku sighed. He knew there would be a time where they would have to Kagome about their relationship. –Am I right to call it a 'relationship'?- Miroku asked himself. It was true that they had mutual feelings, but a confession was still not made. A change in feelings could occur at any given moment. He pondered for a second. Did Miroku really love Inu Yasha? Was this what love was? Being with someone who you know will sacrifice every bit of themselves to save your well being? What if Inu Yasha wasn't even serious? A cruel joke, perhaps?
"Miroku?" Kagome asked, looking at Miroku's guarded expression. He simply snapped out of his thoughts and smiled angelically.
"Oh, I'm sorry Kagome. Inu Yasha's gone into the forest for some personal space," he replied, all the while plastering on a fake content smile. In truth, he was rather worried. Inu Yasha had left during late afternoon and it was almost nightfall. Where could he be?
"Would you like me to go look for him, Kagome?" volunteered Miroku. Kagome nodded silently and turned back to the pot on the fire, fanning the flames. Miroku stood up, dusted his robes, picked up his staff (A/N: staff? I don't know...I always forget certain words when I'm writing stuff. Ignore me) and walked into the woods.
The spring air in between all the trees was absolutely intoxicating. The smell of pine trees, oak trees and other species were all mixed together in a musky nature scent. Miroku looked around, trying to spot an Inu demon wearing a red robe among the calm trees. He continued along the slightly clearer part of the woods, walking deeper and deeper into it. A quiet rustling of leaves was heard behind Miroku, stopping him dead in his tracks. Slowly turning around, he could sense someone watching him. He narrowed his dark purple eyes and looked into the shadowy part of the woods. –Hn, maybe I was just imagining things.-
All of a sudden, a streak of red ran into Miroku and made him land flat on his back. He groaned at the impact of his back with the ground, even though it was soft dirt. Looking up, he saw Inu Yasha stare straight at him, his face emotionless. Miroku didn't know what to think. He simply continued staring at Inu Yasha, waiting for an explanation.
"Did Kagome send you for me?" Inu Yasha questioned softly. His voice was so quiet, it was barely audible. Miroku nodded, but frowned at the same time. What was wrong with Inu Yasha. He had no cheerful tone. In fact, it almost seemed like he didn't care for anything. Miroku cocked his head to the side and pouted slightly.
"Inu Yasha...tell me what's wrong," said Miroku in a quiet voice. It wasn't really a question, more like a demanding statement, only not as persuading. Inu Yasha sighed. It seemed like Miroku had cared so much for him, coming to see if he's alright. Then again, Kagome had sent him, so what if Miroku only came because a woman had asked him to do so? Miroku tried struggling to sit up, but he was stopped by Inu Yasha, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the ground beside his head. There was only one way to solve this.
"Miroku, do you love me?" demanded Inu Yasha. There was just one choice left, and that was to be straight out with it. Miroku's eyes widened, not at the absolute irrelevancy of the question, but the bluntness of Inu Yasha and the demanding tone as well. Nonetheless, Miroku took in this question and thought for a minute. Did he really love Inu Yasha? It was true, Miroku did want a child. He still did. Even if he did love Inu Yasha, he still wanted to have a child, to live a happy life, a normal man's life. But could Inu Yasha change it? And what about Kagome? Would this hurt her feelings too much and break all friendships with her? –If I love Inu Yasha, I would do anything to be with him, ne?- he thought silently. Perhaps he did. Miroku would indeed do anything he could for Inu Yasha. Even if it was disregarded afterwards, Miroku still cared for him like he would care for his father and mother.
The monk opened his mouth to say 'Yes', but he closed his mouth instead. Yes...it didn't seem like a good enough answer, not for Inu Yasha. An idea popped up and Miroku hid a sly grin. He slowly moved his head upwards, his nose touching Inu Yasha's, their lips barely in an inch apart. Something twinkled in Miroku's eyes as he leaned in even closer.
"I love you..." Miroku purred, leaning in for a chaste kiss, before separating, both of their faces still very close together, "And don't you forget it," he added. Finally, he leaned in for a strong kiss, releasing his wrists from Inu Yasha's grip and wrapping them around his neck, his fingers softly tangling with his hair and running up and down the back of his hand. Inu Yasha, caught by surprise, took a while before registering what had just happened. He smiled against Miroku's lips and wrapped his own arms around Miroku, bringing him into his lap. Miroku's lips tasted like a soft juicy peach on a hot summer afternoon, smooth and refreshing, yet moist and passionate. They went no further, instead, staying in the same position, until the need for air became too great. Miroku pulled back only a little, before resting his head on Inu Yasha's shoulder, breathing in Inu Yasha's strong scent, savouring the smell of his lover.
"What about you?" Miroku asked Inu Yasha. For a moment, he had no idea what Miroku was talking about, but then he understood. –If anyone could make me feel happy, it's Miroku.-
"Hnn. I think I do too," was the gentle reply from Inu Yasha. Miroku felt a surge of happiness pulse through his body, as he nuzzled against his lovers shoulder. He reached up to softly stroke Inu Yasha's cheek again. With the back of his hand, he felt the warmness on the dog demon's face. The pale yet smooth skin. Repeating the same motion over and over, it reminded Miroku of their little acquaintance that night. He smiled at the thought, but quickly frowned.
"What of Kagome?" asked Miroku. He was worried of her reaction. He knew she thought highly of Inu Yasha. Where they wrong to this? It wasn't Inu Yasha's fault though. Miroku started this whole display of affection. But love was something you couldn't control, wasn't it? He looked up at Inu Yasha to find that he too was carefully pondering about it. Miroku raised his head and looked at the setting sun. It was a beautiful sight, a romantic snapshot that could be held forever. But it wasn't as romantic to Miroku. It reminded him too much of the trouble they were in right now. –Is this wrong? Am I wrong?-
A sudden gasp brought both men out of their thoughts.
"Shit," sword Inu Yasha, as both of them looked towards the bushes where a young girl hid, her brown eyes wide, threatening to let the hidden tears loose any minute.
A/N: DUN DUN DUN!!! I think it's an okay cliff hanger...I guess. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!