If I owned Inuyasha, do you really think I'd be writing on a FAN fiction
website? I didn't think so. On with the show! Or story. Whatever you kids
say now a days.
Chapter 16
Sango looked at Miroku in the dying firelight. His features were shadowed and dim, but still sharp and dazzlingly handsome. She had noticed his good looks before, but she had never been bold enough to gaze blankly at him with the longing that she had felt for a while. A happiness swelled up inside of her, as she knew now that he felt the same way. And she didn't just think so. Oh no, she KNEW. Because he had told her. A smile came back to her face as she remembered the look on his face as he had told her. And the feeling that she had felt when he looked deep in her eyes. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of him. She rolled over, trying to calm her thoughts so that she could get to sleep, but having Miroku next to her made that seem impossible. Crazy thoughts kept zipping through her head. What would happen between her and Miroku next? Would anything happen? She hated to think that everything would go back to being the same. She leaned over Miroku's body, looking closely at his face. She leaned over him and kissed his cheek. Then, she realized her close friend was awake. . . and his hand was again on her ass. She immediate reaction was to reach for her hiraikotsu, but instead she just pushed his hand away, rolled over, and smiled at the stars until sleep came to claim her.
***
Kagome sat in her room, looking up at the high ceiling that her canopy was attached to. Her life lately seemed so bewildering. There was Hojo. . . but what did he really have? Well, for one thing, he was in her own time, the one that she belonged to. But did she really belong to it? She seemed to be doing more good here then she ever had in her own time. But still. . . she was born in her time, so obviously, that meant she was supposed to stay there. Didn't it? She would have been born in this time if she was meant to stay here, right? And her family was there. But everything in her life seemed to have been leading up to her coming here. . .
'Ugh! This time traveling is so confusing! I wish Miss Centipede had never brought me here!' she whispered to noone. But then she thought of what she had just said. 'No, I don't wish that,' she whispered back, "because then I never would have met Inuyasha.'
Her thoughts changed from confusing time travel to Inuyasha's brooding face. It wasn't the best of his facial expressions, but it was the one he wore most often. That picture of him in her mind made a smile creep across her face. He always was brooding for one reason or another. But for some reason the look worked on him. It made him appear sexier, as if he was a model, posing for poster. Kagome's thoughts stayed for awhile on Inuyasha, only with his facial expressions continuously changing. Then, after she had just thought of Inuyasha's happy face, a picture of Sesshomaru popped into her mind. She was surprised, and began thinking about Inuyasha again, but the image of Sesshomaru kept coming back to her. Why? He was such a jerk, and incredibly mean. Her scars still stung a lot, and she could barely move in her bed without being drenched with agony. But tried as she might, the picture wouldn't go away. Suddenly, she felt tired, and as she closed her eyes and fell asleep, pictures of Sesshomaru turned into a dream of him beating up Inuyasha.
***
Sesshomaru smiled deep inside. Toying with such an open mind had been entertaining. Going into her mind and pulling up images of himself had been incredibly easy, and watching her reaction had been priceless. Then, pulling sleep out from the back of her mind had been a wonderful idea on his part, as it would leave her dreaming of what he wanted. And she had. She had been dreaming of him defeating Inuyasha and claiming Tetsusaiga for himself. Kagome would never know that that was exactly what he was planning on doing just as soon as Inuyasha showed up. By the time that stupid hanyou found this wing, Sesshomaru thought, I will have successfully brainwashed the miko. Then the trap will be fully complete, the plan will follow through and our father's fang will be mine, while Inuyasha's blood trickles through the cracks in my floor.
***
A/N: Yup, that's it. That's all ya get for now. Review and tell me what you think/want to happen. I already have an idea, but your 'votes' might change my answers. And if any of you have read or are going to read my other story, just know that it is the result of me being very bored and being left alone with my thoughts, a permanent marker, tape and a computer. And sorry about taking so long to post this. I've been really busy lately, w/ school, auditions for play starting, people, parties, you know, all the cool things. :-P. Alright, adios!
P.S- I know you don't care but guess what?!? I'm going to be transferred out of Ms. Waksmans class (I HATE her!) Into the honors Spanish class!!!! Yay! Everybody rejoice and be happy! Yipee! Ok, I really need to go now. Adios mis amigos!
Chapter 16
Sango looked at Miroku in the dying firelight. His features were shadowed and dim, but still sharp and dazzlingly handsome. She had noticed his good looks before, but she had never been bold enough to gaze blankly at him with the longing that she had felt for a while. A happiness swelled up inside of her, as she knew now that he felt the same way. And she didn't just think so. Oh no, she KNEW. Because he had told her. A smile came back to her face as she remembered the look on his face as he had told her. And the feeling that she had felt when he looked deep in her eyes. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of him. She rolled over, trying to calm her thoughts so that she could get to sleep, but having Miroku next to her made that seem impossible. Crazy thoughts kept zipping through her head. What would happen between her and Miroku next? Would anything happen? She hated to think that everything would go back to being the same. She leaned over Miroku's body, looking closely at his face. She leaned over him and kissed his cheek. Then, she realized her close friend was awake. . . and his hand was again on her ass. She immediate reaction was to reach for her hiraikotsu, but instead she just pushed his hand away, rolled over, and smiled at the stars until sleep came to claim her.
***
Kagome sat in her room, looking up at the high ceiling that her canopy was attached to. Her life lately seemed so bewildering. There was Hojo. . . but what did he really have? Well, for one thing, he was in her own time, the one that she belonged to. But did she really belong to it? She seemed to be doing more good here then she ever had in her own time. But still. . . she was born in her time, so obviously, that meant she was supposed to stay there. Didn't it? She would have been born in this time if she was meant to stay here, right? And her family was there. But everything in her life seemed to have been leading up to her coming here. . .
'Ugh! This time traveling is so confusing! I wish Miss Centipede had never brought me here!' she whispered to noone. But then she thought of what she had just said. 'No, I don't wish that,' she whispered back, "because then I never would have met Inuyasha.'
Her thoughts changed from confusing time travel to Inuyasha's brooding face. It wasn't the best of his facial expressions, but it was the one he wore most often. That picture of him in her mind made a smile creep across her face. He always was brooding for one reason or another. But for some reason the look worked on him. It made him appear sexier, as if he was a model, posing for poster. Kagome's thoughts stayed for awhile on Inuyasha, only with his facial expressions continuously changing. Then, after she had just thought of Inuyasha's happy face, a picture of Sesshomaru popped into her mind. She was surprised, and began thinking about Inuyasha again, but the image of Sesshomaru kept coming back to her. Why? He was such a jerk, and incredibly mean. Her scars still stung a lot, and she could barely move in her bed without being drenched with agony. But tried as she might, the picture wouldn't go away. Suddenly, she felt tired, and as she closed her eyes and fell asleep, pictures of Sesshomaru turned into a dream of him beating up Inuyasha.
***
Sesshomaru smiled deep inside. Toying with such an open mind had been entertaining. Going into her mind and pulling up images of himself had been incredibly easy, and watching her reaction had been priceless. Then, pulling sleep out from the back of her mind had been a wonderful idea on his part, as it would leave her dreaming of what he wanted. And she had. She had been dreaming of him defeating Inuyasha and claiming Tetsusaiga for himself. Kagome would never know that that was exactly what he was planning on doing just as soon as Inuyasha showed up. By the time that stupid hanyou found this wing, Sesshomaru thought, I will have successfully brainwashed the miko. Then the trap will be fully complete, the plan will follow through and our father's fang will be mine, while Inuyasha's blood trickles through the cracks in my floor.
***
A/N: Yup, that's it. That's all ya get for now. Review and tell me what you think/want to happen. I already have an idea, but your 'votes' might change my answers. And if any of you have read or are going to read my other story, just know that it is the result of me being very bored and being left alone with my thoughts, a permanent marker, tape and a computer. And sorry about taking so long to post this. I've been really busy lately, w/ school, auditions for play starting, people, parties, you know, all the cool things. :-P. Alright, adios!
P.S- I know you don't care but guess what?!? I'm going to be transferred out of Ms. Waksmans class (I HATE her!) Into the honors Spanish class!!!! Yay! Everybody rejoice and be happy! Yipee! Ok, I really need to go now. Adios mis amigos!
