A/N: Ok, if I don't remember the disclaimer, just know it applys to all the chapters, so don't sue me!
Chapter 2
It had been a week since she'd last seen him. Now that she was back in her time, home didn't really seem like home anymore.
Kagome sighed and looked out the window, at the God Tree.
Where was he?
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"Miroku, I'm beginning to worry about Inuyasha and Kagome." Sango kept petting Kirara, but looked anxiously at Miroku with worry in her eyes. He sighed and went to sit beside her. Miroku took her hands in his. Kirara left in silence.
They were alone.
He gave her a charming smile that would melt any girl's heart, except she wasn't just any girl. She steeled herself for this. "Now, Sango, we don't need to worry about those two. I'm sure they're fine, Inuyasha would never let anything happen to Kagome-sama. We should worry more about us."
Sango blushed ten thousand shades of red. Her heart was acting funny and beating rapidly in her chest. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Houshi-sama." Miroku sighed. She was starting 'this' again. "Please Sango, you must know by now," He had such sincerity in his eyes and he was slowly closing the distance between them.
She could scarcely breathe. "I'm in love with you. Sango I love you, I have ever since we've first met." His lips were barely an inch away from hers. His hand rose up to caress her cheek and lift her chin up. Her lips parted and her eyes suddenly caught something in the distance. Was it gigantic multi-colored rock? It was moving towards them . . .
"Sango . . ."
They were close, their bodies pressing against one another. She was tilting her head to his, his lips were right there!
"SANGO! Hurry a youkai!"
Damn.
Her eyes snapped open instantly. In front of her Kirara was shielding her from flying pieces of the demon and Miroku was using his staff to wack the thing upside it's head. Shippo was cowering under a tree, away from the fight, scared as usual. Sango sighed, another day, another dream with Miroku in it.
She quickly grabbed Hiraikotsu and ran to Miroku's aid. Swinging it around in an arc, it deftly sliced through the offending youkai and it fell to the ground, dead, in a bloody mass.
"Well now, I could've used that kind of help before." Miroku gave her a curious glance. "Is something wrong? You were looking feverish while you were sleeping." Sango glared at him. "My goodness, I think that turned me to stone." (A/N: I don't know if he talks that way, he will in my story.) He laughed and smiled. Her lungs didn't seem to be working.
"Now Sango my sweet, tell the truth," Sango was blushing profusely and Miroku was slowly moving closer. They were so close, he could kiss her . . ."What or who were you dreaming about, my dear Sango?"
Her backside . . .
A hand . . .
"MIROKU!" She slammed her fist into his face and he flew backwards into a tree and she was intensely satisfied when a nice large red mark appeared on his cheek. "That's none of your business Houshi-sama." She gave him one last glare and stormed off to Kaede's hut.
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"That woman is a wonder." He smiled to himself and watched the beautiful curve of Sango's hips as she stormed away from him. It was well worth the beating. That ass was really too tempting sometimes.
He placed his cool hand on his burning cheek. He suspected it was red and raw. Miroku sighed and walked towards the direction of the river. Some nice cool water would decrease the swelling and lessen the redness.
Why did Sango not adore him?
Answer: She thought of him only as a pervert.
Oh the agony. The one woman he found truly wonderful and beautiful couldn't stand the sight of him! It was almost enough to make him want to cry . . . Almost.
Miroku knelt by the river and drew a piece of cloth from his robes. After dipping it in water he lay against a tree and put the wet cloth to his cheek. He sighed.
Dear Sango, the loveliest woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Strong, beautiful and compassionate, a perfect woman, in his opinion. Oh how he'd love for her to bear his children, especially love the process but that was beside the point.
"How do I make Sango love me?"
"Easy, you stop being perverted." Shippo ran up to him and inspected his cheek. "Wow, she got you good this time." Miroku gave him a suspicious look and Shippo tried to look innocent and caring. "How long have you been there?"
Shippo gave him a cryptic smile. "Long enough."
"About that, it's a lot harder for me not to be perverted than it seems."
"Let's make it a contest then."
"What?"
"I say you can't stop being a pervert for a week, and if I win, you have to be my slave for a week and do whatever I say."
"Alright, I say I can stop being a pervert for a week, but what do I get if I win?"
Shippo had a smug look on his face and Miroku was a little wary. Whatever it was he was going to wager, it'd be something stupid and childish. He'd refuse.
"Naked pictures of Sango."
"You're on."
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His blood was burning. He knew red was seeping into his eyes and he couldn't stop it. His youkai instincts called for blood, but he could hold it in, not now, later. The river water was rushing by. Like his blood in his veins, but, now, it seemed like lava. Scalding him from the inside, burning him up till he was no more.
"Sesshomaru-sama! Look what I found." Rin bound up to him and hugged his legs together. Her complete adoration of him on her face. Innocent. She needed him to help her, take care of her, protect her. He wouldn't fail her. Rin held some white flowers out to him. "Look! They're so pretty!"
"Wait! Rin!" Jaken was running, trying to catch his breath and callapsed onto the ground when he reached them. Sesshomaru rolled his eyes. "Yes, they're very nice Rin." She smiled, sat, and started making a crown of flowers, twisting the stems into a circle.
Ah-Un watched silently as the exchange happened. Never saying a word, but understanding fully what was going on. Everything was set into motion, things were changing.
"How touching."
A gust of wind blew from the sky and instantly Kagura appeared. To everyone else she seemed calm, cold and beautiful as ever, but he knew better. The cold façade hid the worry and concern underneath, she was still gorgeous and perfect, but there was a slight sheen of sweat to her body.
Kagura was feeling the strange affects as well.
"What do you want?" The sooner they got down to it, the sooner she'd leave. Something inside betrayed him. He didn't want her to leave. Not now, not ever. Kagura's eyes narrowed in distaste. "Something's happening to the youkai. They are becoming delirious and insane. Do you know what's going on?"
There was silence. Jaken stared in amazement at Kagura, not even addressing Sesshomaru with 'sama', the gods might as well kill her now. He thought about it for a second, she never did address him as such. (A/N: If she ever did, tell me. I'm not sure.) Rin watched silently with Ah-Un. Something was up and she wanted to know, anyways Sesshomaru-sama always got 'that look' on his face whenever Kagura was near. It had to mean something, even if he wouldn't admit it.
"I don't know what's happening. Leave now." Kagura simply 'being' there threatened Rin's safety. She glanced sideways to Rin. Sesshomaru growled in annoyence and in an attempt to get Kagura's focus on himself again. "Fine, I'll go. I see you know nothing as well, but when you do, I'll come back."
It wasn't a threat, it was a promise.
Sesshomaru nodded and watched silently as her features blurred as she disappeared with the wind.
The dust settled and Jaken ranted his anger at Kagura for not showing proper respect. Rin petted Ah-Un while they drank water from the river.
A flicker of a smile graced his lips. That woman.
She wanted to know what he knew, if anything, but, what did she know?
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No. No. No.
He said he'd stay away, give her space.
But he needed her here with him.
Inuyasha looked around at the forest, his forest. Trees bore slash marks like battle wounds, and blood was everywhere. Large, deep, gashes were along his arms and they burned with poisen from the recent demon he killed. Those claws he had hurt.
He knew from the beginning that he couldn't leave her alone. It had only been a week at the most. Inuyasha sighed. His body felt hot and he couldn't quench the fire. He got up from his sitting position and sniffed the air, there were traces of humans and demons, but no Naraku.
Good. He could leave for a little while and bring his mate back.
Inuyasha shook his head like a dog who wanted to be rid of water.
Since when had Kagome become 'his mate?'
Answer: Since now.
There was no denying or edging around it, he loved her, wanted to be with her, be inside her. Everything.
The well was only a short walk away. It was too inviting.
He'd clean up later.
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Kagura sighed in contentment as she lowered her lithe body into the river. The cool water rushing across her skin was pure bliss. She was still burning up though.
He didn't know a thing . . . Kagura laughed at the agony of it all. Sesshomaru couldn't help her. Slowly but surely she was losing her mind. For last few seconds she was with him, she could've sworn she'd seen some sort of emotion flicker in his eyes. The great Sesshomaru-sama, taiyoukai of the west, was worried for the safety of a mere human girl.
But, why would she care? She felt nothing for that emotionless ice box. Didn't she?
The human girl herself was a wonder. She wasn't scared at all. Rin. That's what Jaken called her. That little toad was annoying.
Kagura's eyes turned skyward and she watched as the clouds moved, obscuring her view of the moon. A sign. A warning.
The water splashed around her as she rose.
Naraku was calling.
A/N: Uh, so yeah. I might not be able to update soon, I have an enormous project due in a few weeks and I really don't want to fail. How do you like the chapter? Nothing really happened in this one but something probably will in the next chapter. I will probably create some OC to kill off for drama or to make the plot better, I'm not sure, just don't be surprised. Happy Chinese New Year!