Attention everyone! I have a new fiancé! ….Lady Ambrosine!
Disclaimer: umm yes, I forgot about this thing. I disclaim Inuyasha.
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Kagome lay on the ground wrapped in a blanket. She envied Miroku, who was sleeping in her soft, down-filled sleeping bag. The blanket wasn't nearly as comfortable
Damn you Miroku.
The way she figured things, this was his fault anyhow.
She rolled over on her side, and grunted.
Miroku's groin area still ached from earlier, a throbbing pain that refused to go away. Kagome decided to get even with him when he was in his own body again.
Definitely.
But between now and then there had to be something better to do.
To take her mind off of her frustration –and the throbbing pain coming from her crotch- she decided to look through Miroku's memories.
The way she saw it, if he could go through hers to see what she thought about his hands on her derriere then by God, she could go through his to see what he thought about her.
Trying to relax as much as possible, she found her own mind drifting, almost methodically into the darkness behind the lids of her eyes.
She went back to the first time he saw her.
Kagome was shocked to discover he had first seen her nude! For a moment, she was furious with him. But then, she became a little more curious, and allowed the memory to further itself.
She had been bathing in the hot spring and still had a big chunk of the Shikkon jewel. He had heard her, and spied on her.
Had this been the first time that they had met? What about when he had taken her bike and tried to kidnap her?
She felt his excitement at the jewel, and at the prospect of a beautiful woman.
That got Kagome thinking about the women he had been with, and decided to take a peek into his personal life. She didn't really feel guilty about it, but she hoped he wouldn't get the same idea. Someone else seeing what she felt for Inuyasha and his meetings with Kikyo...
God, that would be embarrassing.
Miroku had been with other women. It seemed, that for a Monk who begged so many women to bear his child, he hadn't been with nearly as many women as Kagome might have originally thought.
From what Kagome could reason from his memories, there were six. Perhaps this wasn't such a large number… However, to Kagome, who was still a virgin, it seemed like a considerable amount.
The first had been a geisha he had met. She was beautiful. Her face had been painted in the lead white and her lips in the crimson that was fashionable of the time. Her hair was pulled back in what was called a 'split peach'. Kagome had once been told this hairstyle had been considered pleasing.
Thanks to Miroku's hentai mind, she now knew why. Kagome wished she had simply blocked that part out.
From what Kagome could see, Dai loved Miroku just as much as he loved her. She took him under her wing, turning away customers to teach him about loving a woman. Kagome realized to herself that this might have cost her the place she probably worked so hard to earn in Shimabara district, in the house she shared with the other geisha.
There seemed to be conflict in the 'Shimabara'. Geisha were not there for child raising! They were 'Ladies of the arts', courtesans, entertainers…
Despite this, Dai had taken Miroku in. She taught him everything she knew, and loved him with every part of her she could.
Kagome felt a jealous part of her tug on a heartstring when she saw these memories.
It would have seemed that despite the problems in the 'Shimabara' about having Miroku there that things went along fine for quite a while. Miroku and Dai had been very much in love. It seemed that the love alone was enough for the both of them.
But the Sengoku-Jidai wasn't called the warring states period for nothing.
Kagome's brain was suddenly torn apart by images of fire, and screaming people. Miroku had watched Dai be dragged away by the other warring party.
Even at such a young age of fifteen, he was prepared to fight. Kagome could feel the emotions that had been running through him as he stood up to the tallest, most powerful looking rebel, and threatened to punish them all with a 'fate worse than hell itself', if they didn't return his love, and leave the town alone.
The head of the rebels laughed in Miroku's face, whipping out his sword to the boys face, and informing him that no spoils weren't as useful if they were returned.
"If you are a smart monk-" he snorted, recognizing Miroku's garb, "Then you will leave the prostitute with us, and walk with your life still in tact. Thank your precious Buddha for that."
What Miroku did next might have been considered unforgivable. His body, fueled with anger and hurt, he whipped off the prayer beads and proceeded to suck in the entire group of rebels with his Kazanaa.
Unfortunately, Dai had not been ready for what she had seen. It had been the first time that Miroku had ever used that curse so irresponsibly, and she had been unfortunate enough to see it first hand.
Her fear of Miroku now overrode her fear of the rebels. Her eyes wide with the memory of the rebels crying out, she ran into the surrounding woods.
Miroku never saw her again, but Kagome could feel the pain in his heart. She wanted to ease that pain just a little. She didn't know how she possibly could, but she wanted to.
The ones he met next were in different villages as he wandered along. He was serious when he said he needed any woman to bear him a child. An heir as insurance should he find himself wrapped in his death's windy embrace. For the most part he stayed around long enough to see if they had conceived, but none had. Almost a year later, he met the next love in his life, Suzu.
Suzu was a girl Kagome's age. She caught Miroku's eye because she was like Dai. Kagome didn't find her as attractive as Dai, but apparently Miroku did. She was lovely, but not innocent. From what Kagome could figure, Miroku stayed away from Innocent women. Fiery, brothel girls, farmwomen, quiet, village women, outspoken; he could handle them all. All save the innocents. Innocent he could not handle.
Innocent women came with responsibility, and the need for love and caring. They needed comfort, and assurance that their loves would remain with them.
Miroku couldn't promise that. The only surety in his life was death, and he couldn't saddle such a woman with that.
If Miroku was picky in anything about the women he was with, he made sure they already had the experience of another man.
Suzu, unlike Dai, was a farmwoman with just that kind of experience. Yet she willingly allowed Miroku into her heart, and her home.
Miroku stayed with Suzu for almost a year. She did not give him a child because she was barren. Realizing this early on, Miroku could not bear to part with her. But he realized his duty was to conceive an heir and he had to leave her.
When he came back two months later, she was with another man.
After this slap in the face, he refused to fall into the trap called love ever again. It only caused pain for him, for the women he loved. And why would anyone want to inflict that kind of pain?
Kagome could see in his thoughts that he half-believed perhaps he was cursed in more than one way.
It's not like he could really blame her, Kagome argued to herself. After all, he was the one who left her.
Yet she couldn't help but feel sympathy; she knew what it was like to see someone you loved with another.
The last two were like the three in between Dai and Suzu, women in the villages he stayed in. One night stands with pretty women, who Miroku seemed to know he could never get emotionally attached to.
It was then that Kagome realized that Miroku had not been with another woman since joining with her and InuYasha.
She shook her head softly, and ran her fingers over the smooth beads that were over the cursed hand making whispered clicks as they rubbed against one another. She forced herself back into the present, thinking about those who were sleeping around her.
He admired Sango for her strength. He thought she was beautiful. He could see himself being with her for a long period of time. She wouldn't bear his child willingly, however. Perhaps…
Kagome…
InuYasha meant well.
Miroku never really had male friends his own age, except perhaps for the Tanuki. But Miroku considered him a friend. A friend who needed some serious woman advice.
InuYasha was confused about who he was supposed to be with: Kikyo or…
Kagome…
Shippo was so cute. He loved…
Kagome…
Kagome threw herself out of Miroku's mind. Every thought seemed to lead to her. Like she needed to hear what he thought about her. She found her heart pounding, and Miroku's body trying to relax. It was almost as though his body felt she needed to know what he thought about her.
Almost unwillingly, Kagome found herself back in that part of the monk's mind that was devoted to what he thought of his friends.
Kagome…
Kagome was good. She was one of the more beautiful women he encountered. From the way her black hair shone in the dappled sunlight under thick-leaved trees in summer, to the rosy red of her cheeks in the cold winter, to her long, long legs…
Her legs. In her time, Kagome would say that Mirkou had an obsession with those.
But more than that, she was genuine. She was always there, innocent. And even though Miroku had sworn to himself to stay away from the innocents, He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be thrown into a world not your own and set to a task…
Kagome deserved someone better than InuYasha and his confused feelings.
Miroku looked on her as something to shield, to cherish, like a rare jewel. Which she was… so little of wholesome goodness was left in this time and that's what Kagome was like purity itself.
Sure he had thought about corrupting her a few times… with her long creamy legs, and her smooth silky skin…
Kagome shut the door to that train of thought but it was halfhearted. She almost wanted to see the thing that Miroku wanted from her and to do to her.
She went through memories that they had all made together, but looked at them now through his eyes.
The amused disapproval when InuYasha was sat.
Admiration both when she took up a bow and shot an arrow of power, and when she hadn't cried after seeing InuYasha and Kikyo together again…
Miroku was so tender. All of his lovers looked into his eyes and saw devotion. In that moment, they were all that mattered.
And Kagome couldn't help thinking, help wanting to feel that way too.
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Sorry it took so long folks.