Chapter 2:
Into the flood again
Same old trip it was back then
So I made a big mistake,
Try to see it once my way?
-Alice In Chains
Dirt
(fb) "It hurts her when you touch other girls, Miroku.' Kagome was lecturing him, and for once he was listening and being quiet at the same time. 'It doesn't make her jealous, it doesn't make her think you're cool, it makes her hurt, Miroku. I don't think you have any idea how hard she's fallen for you.'
Miroku realized he was an ass at that part in the incessant girl speech and promised to be better to her. Later that week, he had cleaned up and he and Sango were going steady.
The first time he resumed his flirting addiction after that, Sango had beat him up pretty good, but they patched things up as easy as usual. It happened a few more times, and Sango beat him up badly enough that he required 30 stitches in his forehead. He made the mistake of proposing to a girl in front of Sango at a rock garden. Kagome had the pleasure of doing stitches. At first, because Inuyasha was frequently gone hunting demons alone, having reinstated his on and off restriction from having the 'weakling human girl' accompany him, so she was happy to talk to him. It soon turned into a review of the 'stop hurting Sango lecture'. he cleaned up for a while.
(p) Miroku barely dodged the swing for his head. 'Sango!' he cried stupidly. He slipped on the pavement. The hand holding the sake bottle shot up, and Sango's shiny new and expensive katana that he had gotten for her birthday sliced clean through it, spilling sake over his face and into his eyes, blinding him. She swung again.
(FB)Miroku never really learned the danger of her love for him and her possessive and occasionally violent tendencies. She loved him for his looks, courage, humor, strength, selfless nature (when she was the sole girl around). All this love was mixed with the inseparable friendship that people who put each others life on the line for each other always do. Add 18 year old hormones, and it wasn't long before she did give into him. On the six month anniversary of their relationship, she gave him her virginity, and from that night on, they had a very successful love life. they became fierce lovers, and Sango more than often had to venture to seedier parts of town in search of secret pregnancy-preventing herbs.
But Miroku really couldn't stop flirting with girls. It wasn't a real problem in his eyes, and he never, ever, once cheated on Sango beyond another girl kissing him on the cheek. It was his way of seeking love, safety, and appreciation. Naraku had slaughtered his family, and he spent his young life in the cold, unreceptive arms of a monastery. Being naturally beautiful, he was getting hit on as early as twelve. He needed girls' attention like an infant needed to be held by its mother. It was the only affection he ever received.
(p) Miroku's eyes burned insanely with the sake in them. despite him being in a fight with his wife, he knew that the introduction of a killing weapon into their usually tame physical conflicts was serious. His survival instincts kicked in. Sango's next attack was completely unguardable, but to Miroku's fortune, it was a swift kick in the ribs. He uttered a harsh bark of pain as her martial arts educated foot slammed into his side. The next attack after that was a downward stab from the sword. Miroku managed to move out of the way by hearing the ringing sound expensive katanas commonly make. Its incredibly sharp blade pierced the stone sidewalk and got stuck. Miroku used this time wisely and mounted his first ever physical offensive against his love.