Disclaimer: I want to own Inuyashaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! But in the end, it doesn't even matter! I have to wait to be rebornnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! Maybe then, I'll own a little part of him...Linkin Park rulz.

For the sake of my story, use your beautiful brains to pretend that Myouga knows about Kikyou. I also wanted to add that last Wednesday, I watched an episode of Inuyasha that I missed when it came out and frankly, it really pissed me off. Not cuz the episode sucked. It was actually very entertaining. But by missing that episode, I overlooked many important details in Tsubaki's past and that just irked me to no end cuz that greatly disrupts my story line. So, once again, I ask you to overlook that info as well. Pretty much anything that doesn't make sense with the original storyline, try to make sense out of it. I'm trying to do the complicated task of mixing manga and anime, so bear with me here. So please, enjoy scroll seven.

Scroll Seven

Confessions: Part Two

Myouga watched as the priestess slowly made her way back towards the village. He sighed. He should not have done what he had. Usually, he only did that to random human girls he met. It was these girls that let their teenage hormones get the best of them that entertained him so, as they talked to him about their intimate fantasies and experiences.

But the miko was a serious one and he doubted she even had time to think about things like that. In any case, Myouga decided not to think of it anymore. What was done, was done. Besides, he had gained valuable information that he was sure his lord would enjoy. Myouga was about to wake him up to tell him everything, but then he remembered what she had asked.

'D...do I love him?'

That question made him rethink his actions. What if she truly was in love with Inuyasha? If he told him about it, how would he react? Would the feeling be mutual?

If it was as he thought, maybe he could use the information to his advantage. Anybody else smell blackmail? But first, he had to make sure if his master felt something for her or not.

'Knowing him, he'd probably say that was a deranged trap of hers. And even if he does feel something for the priestess, he would probably deny it anyway,' thought Myouga, annoyed.

He looked at Inuyasha's sleeping form and sighed.

'Kid's these days,' he thought, shaking his head with bulging eyes closed.

"Priestess..."

Myouga tensed. Had Inuyasha called out to the priestess? He looked up to see if he had already awakened. Even though the night was well illuminated by the bright stars and moon, the flea still could not see if his lord was awake. Myouga leaped to his side.

The sleeping form of his master softened his heart. If one would ever watch Inuyasha sleep, never could one guess he was an overly cocky and selfish jerk. He looked so innocent. Just like when he was a child. Myouga remembered how he would sometimes watch over him secretly, as a request from his deceased master. Yes. That was one of the first times he had tasted his delicious blood.

As Myouga reminisced the past, Inuyasha once again called out to the priestess.

"Miko...give me..." he murmured.

"Even in his dreams he tries to steal the jewel," said Myouga to himself.

"Who's there?"

Myouga jumped. He quickly buried himself in the thick, silver mane of his master.

"Who...who's asking?" asked Myouga bravely, poking his head out from Inuyasha's hair.

"Who...are you?"

Myouga recognized that voice. He looked at Inuyasha.

He was still asleep. But Myouga was positive it had been Inuyasha who had asked him the question. He was sure of it. But his master was in a deep sleep, so that could only mean...

Myouga laughed a sinister laugh. Inuyasha was talking in his sleep, and he could hear every little thing Myouga said. This was it. This was the perfect opportunity to ask his master's subconscious questions no mortal being in Japan would dare ask him alive. Myouga leaped to stand next to Inuyasha's ear, cleared his throat and proceeded to invade his master's mind.

"Lord-I mean, Inuyasha. Can you hear me?"

"…Who the hell are you?"

Yes! It was working perfectly!

"Inuyasha...I am your conscious," replied Myouga, adding a ghostly effect to his voice.

"…Feh," was all Inuyasha said.

"How have you been?"

"I've…been better."

"You don't say. How so?"

"Jewel…priestess…"

"A jewel priestess?"

"No…I need the jewel."

"Why do you need the jewel?"

"The jewel...use it...to be full demon..."

"Ah. So you wish to become full demon?"

"That's what I just said."

"Yes, well...what's stopping you?"

"The miko...I can't take it from her."

"Take what from her?"

"The jewel..."

"So you say a priestess has in her possession a power that can make you into a full demon?"

"Yeah...she won't give...it to anyone...she fights...to protect it..."

All this Myouga knew. He had actually not known Inuyasha was here (he implied he did to "flatter" his master) and had come to see for himself the jewel so many demons spoke of. But he wanted to know just how strong the jewel and the protector were.

"Why don't you fight to take it from her?"

"What...do you think...I've been trying to do?"

"Have you tried negotiating with her?"

At this, Inuyasha snorted. "Yeah...right..."

Now for the question of the century. Myouga cleared his throat and prepared to run for it, just in case Inuyasha cared even a little bit for the miko.

"So...why don't you just...get rid of her?"

Inuyasha scowled. Myouga, too caught up in his fear, hid himself once again in his master's hair. It took Inuyasha a while before answering the question, but he finally came to a very important conclusion, and in a low growl, he said, "I...I can't."

Myouga's head popped out from a mess of silver hair. "You can't? But I thought your heart's desire was to become a full fledge demon! Will you let a woman stand in the way of your dream?"

"I can't kill her," was all the hanyou could say.

"Seriously? Why not?"

"I...just can't!"

"I-Is it possible that maybe...you might feel a strong attraction towards her?"

Inuyasha's response was a mere "Feh..." but his face betrayed him. Suddenly, his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink and his mouth was pouted cutely as if admitting defeat. The disgust his face tried to portray failed as a gentle smile forced its way onto his lips.

"She is somewhat pretty...for a human, I mean," whispered Inuyasha after a while.

Myouga's face looked like the face of a girl that had just heard a juicy rumor. A juicy rumor she could use to her advantage. "Yes, she is," responded the flea to the hanyou's statement.

"And she smells really good too... for a human, I mean," continued Inuyasha, looking as if his head were in the clouds. After all, he was still dreaming.

"Yes she does."

"And she's really strong...for a human, I mean,"

Myouga was getting impatient. Why wouldn't the guy just admit he liked the girl? "Yes, yes, of course. Does that mean you like her then?"

An acorn a squirrel had misplaced earlier in the tree could not have picked a worse time to fall from the heights of the nest. The tiny acorn banged Inuyasha in the head and, it somehow, woke him up immediately, leaving Myouga fuming with anger and cursing the animal and its future generations to a life of unfortunate events.

There was nothing else he could do. Myouga sighed and looked up sadly to the sky. All that effort to get his master to admit he liked the miko took up the night. The first morning rays of the sun shot out brilliantly against the light blue sky as his master slowly sat up from his deep slumber.

"Good morning, Lord Inuyasha," he said, jumping to land on his shoulder.

Inuyasha let out a long, tiresome yawn that would make anyone want to fall asleep right on the spot. As he did so, his arms stretched over his head, and his eyes closed tightly as tiny tears of sleep fought to hang on to the corners of his eyes. His amber eyes half closed, he looked around his surroundings.

"Myouga...what the hell are you still doing here?"

"Lord Inuyasha, how rude! Do you wish me to leave?"

"I couldn't have said it better myself. I need to get back jewel stealing and you only serve to distract me," he said calmly. Then, an idea popped in his mind. He looked at Myouga and smirked. "Unless you'd rather help me out. We can fight to the death and--"

"You know, I just remembered I had to head back to my job!" said Myouga nervously and jumped off of Inuyasha's shoulder.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," said Inuyasha, watching Myouga with golden eyes, annoyed.

"Well, Lord Inuyasha, I take my leave," said the flea, fixing his bag on his back. Before he took off, though, he looked back at the hanyou, and with a secret look in his eyes, he said, "Good luck with the priestess!"

"What do you mean, 'Good luck'?" Inuyasha asked suspiciously yet somewhat confused. "Luck or no luck, I'm still getting that jewel!"

"Of course, Lord Inuyasha," said Myouga, smiling devilishly. And Myouga left, not to be seen again for fifty more years; even though both had no idea it would be that long until they met again.

End Of Scroll Seven

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