Darkmoonchild Chapter 1- Dreams and Reality Sweet Mournful Melody
Violet, a color which both haunted his dreams and made his life a nightmare. He watched inconspicuously from bushes far enough away not to be readily noticed. The object of his fascination a tall slender houshii, laying in the damp grass surrounding a cold stream. Golden eyes followed the path of violet orbs that so tormented him, he watched silently from the brush as the houshii rested peacefully with the demon slayer ningen. The woman seemed sligtly flushed as she leaned back beside of the unobtrusive monk. She sighed, a sound he heard unwantingly, moving imperceptively closer to the boy beside of her. Violet eyes seemed to lock with his from his position on the grass and he sat back astonished, blinking- the only outward sign of his stress. He watched from his lower position as the monk slowly snuck his hand around the demon slayer's back and gently squeezed on her adequate rearside, before being smartly struck across his pale face. The woman strode from the clearing and the houshii stood, brushing imaginary grass shreds off of his kimono.
"Come out, I know you're there," Violet orbs seemed to stare straight into him, piercing him into immobilization.
The houshii began to move towards his hiding spot and he silently and stealthily crept behind the human. The monk turned surprised as he finally found the eavesdropper. It took everything he had not to gasp and turn tail and walk straight out of the clearing. Miroku stood staring into the golden depths of one extremely tall Lord of the Western Lands.
"Sesshomaru," the monk spoke it softly, causing a small shiver to dance down Sesshomaru's back.
The great Taiyoukai just stood before him, staring down at him with an unreadable expression unlike any he had ever witnessed before, at least spread so openly on the usually stoic youkai's face. Miroku found himself at a curious lack of speech and thinked whatever god that he was for fear of his impending death was already causing him to shiver internally.
Sesshomaru took a languid step forward, closing any space between their bodies. His lips suddenly molding his, as he captured his lips in a vicious kiss filled with desire and need. Miroku felt another shiver dance down his spine, unlike the others this one excited him and aroused him. He felt his body beginning to stir with the first signs of passion. He pressed himself against the great Taiyoukai, as the demon lord sampled his lips with an intense concentration. He felt something hard press into his lap and groaned. He felt himself being pushed downwards, onto the green grass.
Suddenly Miroku's eyes snapped open and he looked about himself wildly. He was alone by the river side, just as he had been a few moments before. Sango was still with the group in their campsite in the woods. He groaned as he felt his pressing desire strain against his pants, begging for release he could not administer at the moment. Thoughts of Sesshomaru filled his mind to the point of insanity. What had driven him to dream so vividly about one of the only people who wanted him dead and to dream of him in the most intimate of ways. Miroku shook his head as he sat up in his grassy bed., taking in his surroundings a second time. He knew he had wild dreams, but the force and reality of the dream he had just awakened from amazed him. He took a deep steadying breath before stripping down until only flesh and the amazing memories were left. He plunged head first into the icy water. The water did nothing for his desire, letting his hair down he dived under the surface relishing the feel of ice on his skin. He didn't hear the voices approaching.
"Sesshomaru-sama, can Jaken and I please get a drink of water from the river?" Rin rode high up on Ah and Un's back. He reahed up taking her from her high seat and sitting her softly on the ground. nodding gently.
"Make it quick, we must be moving on," Sesshomaru watched the girl move towards the flowing water.
She squealed and fell back, losing her balance and falling on her behind. Sesshomaru startled and was at her side in an instant. He looked towards the source of her distress. Somone was swimming beneath the exterior, moving with amazing agility and grace. Sesshomaru growled, not able to pick up the scent for the water. The figure broke the surface and Sesshomaru, too, almost fell back onto his butt. The houshii who travelled with his half- brother was now staring at him with wide violet eyes. The boy's cheeks became tinged an attractive shade of pink as he looked down at himself then again to Sesshomaru and Rin. Sesshomaru turned and saw the houshii's clothes spread haphazardly on the ground near the bank, he then looked back to the blushing monk.
"Sess-shomaru," Miroku forced his teeth to stop chattering from the coldness surrounding him, he moved so they could not see his naked body.
"Houshii, are you afriad?... pitiful ningen," Sesshomaru scoffed, starting to turn away.
"No," Miroku scolded himself for even opening his mouth.
"What did you say, ningen?" Sesshomaru turned, his eyebrows knitted in anger and disbelief.
"I said no, and do you think its appropriate to be calling me that in such a form? The child understands Japanese as well as we do, and she realizes what you say and the meaning behind it, no doubt. Would you wish her to belief that you do not want her, simply because she is an ningen onna? If that's the case, then maybe you should tell her so much- it is unkind to treat a child with such a beautiful face in such a demeaning way," Miroku said the words with confidence that was not his, he treaded the water carefully.
Sesshomaru's face tightened as he listened to the naked boy speaking, he looked down at Rin who looked up at him curiously. He could read the question in her eyes, he winced slightly. He turned back to the monk, glaring daggers into him, wishing with all his might that looks could kill. The monk grinned back at him cheekily, furthering his rage.
"Rin has nothing to do with my words, she is my ward and as such is always wanted in my company. You fill her head with undesirable notions and I do not appreciate it, shut your mouth houshii if you desire your life," Sesshomaru spoke slowly and threateningly.
"I have no doubt that you would take my life Sesshoamru, but I also have no fear of dying. Therefore the only weapon you could hold against me is of no use, kill me- you would only be hastening an act which will occur without your interference anyways. So, what is it, Sesshomaru, that you could hold angainst me that threatened me enough for me to bend to your will?" Miroku's voice was low and his violet orbs glittered, his black hair falling in soft tresses around his face.
"Houshii you try my patience, your unbidden remarks will cause you to suffer as you only believe. I will slit your throat-" Sesshomaru glared at him.
"Promise?" Miroku chuckled darkly