Chapter 4 – Flirt
A/N Back to Kirara's POV. As the title suggests, get ready for some pretty weird stuff. Possibly fluff in later chapters, but I don't think you're going to see anything right now. I hope at least…
No one ever told me how boring being a human could be. Seriously. For at least a week, all we did was walk. More walking. MORE DAMNED WALKING! Not even any good fights or anything. No one got possessed. Kagome didn't sense a single jewel shard. I even started wishing Kikyo would show up, so that maybe Inuyasha would start having an affair with her and then Kagome would 'sit' him to hell. You gotta admit, it would be funny, and one of these days, that girl is going to snap, and Inuyasha's gonna wish he just killed Kikyo fifty years ago instead of it being the other way around.
Plus, the boys were acting really weird around me. Not Shippou – he probably wouldn't have cared even if I turned into a slug demon or something, he'd still love me. Kagome and Sango were taking to it really well – we talked and gossiped and ignored the boys most of the day. I think Kagome at least was ecstatic to have another girl to gossip with. Sango could get so melancholy sometimes, you know? But the boys were a different story. They walked behind us, giving each other and me really weird looks. Plus, neither of them seemed to talk much in my presence. I didn't get it, and Kagome and Sango didn't seem to have noticed a thing. So, a week after I became a human, I did the only logical thing – I decided to talk to them.
Inuyasha was out of the question almost instantly though – for God's sake, he's a dog. And I'm still a cat demon. It just doesn't go. Anyway, the two-timing playboy already has Kagome and Kikyo to worry about, he probably doesn't want another girl talking to him. But Miroku… Now there was a guy I could relate to!
Kagome, Sango and Shippou always went to bed pretty early, and that night, Inuyasha was sleeping in a tree. (Seriously, think about it, though. Wouldn't that hurt? I don't know why he does it.) Miroku was the lightest sleeper out of the group, so that night, I crawled out of my sleeping bag, came over to him, and shook him awake.
"Hey, monk, wake up."
He was awake within a minute and stared at me. "What is it, Kirara? I thought you were asleep."
"No, I just gotta say something. Oh, wait, before I start, I've always wanted to know, does it hurt when you suck stuff into the Kazaana?"
He grinned. Man, he's pretty hot when he smiles! "Not really. I don't feel it. Although, if I leave it open to too long, it starts to get really cramped. And then of course, if I suck in Saimyoushou, the poison enters my body. Does that answer your question?"
"Yeah." I said. "Okay. That's out of my system. Hey, Miroku, you've been acting really weird. Inuyasha too. Why won't you guys look at me?"
He looked down at the ground. "We're just surprised, is all. It's startling to see you as a human."
Aw, screw it, Miroku, stop beating around the bush. "But Sango and Kagome are fine with it. Miroku, am I ugly?"
It almost looked like he choked on his own spit. Ooh, hit the bull's-eye with that one. "Who told you that, Kirara?"
"Well, then if I'm not ugly, I'm pretty. So at the very least, you should be staring at me and wanting to grope my ass. Cuz I know you want to do it to every pretty girl you see."
Now he really did choke on something. I had to slap him on the back until he got over his coughing fit. And then he glared at me. "Okay, seriously, who told you that?"
"Sango." I said non-chalantly. Okay, I know I was lying. Sango had ranted about her 'Houshi-sama' to me plenty of times, but she'd never said that. But I knew I had to push his buttons one way or another, and that seemed the perfect way to do it.
Now he seemed to look at Sango's sleeping form with something like – longing? Sadness? At any rate, Miroku thought Sango didn't love him anymore - that much was obvious. But I didn't feel as guilty as I thought I would – now I could get him to focus on me.
"Did she really say that?" He whispered.
"Well, yeah." I shrugged. "I think she's getting tired of you flirting with every other girl you see. She's not just sad about Kohaku, you know – sometimes it's you."
I know I went overboard on that one, because it was the first absolute lie I'd ever told. Sango had actually said to me that Miroku was one of the only happy points in her life. But it did the trick. He groaned, turned away from Sango, and looked at me with a smile.
"So, Kirara, do you like being a human?"
"Well, yeah, sure – " Right then, a chilly wind breezed through the campsite, making me shiver in my thin yukata. Miroku looked at me questioningly, then at Sango, and then his hands went to the knot that held his robe on. My eyes went wide as he took off his purple outer robe and wrapped it around my shoulders. It was thick, and still warm from his body heat. He still wearing his black robe, but I could now see a little bit of his chest. His muscular chest, I might add. My heart was hammering and my whole body was probably bright red. I'd never even seen him do anything this intimate with Sango, and now here I was, and Miroku gave his outer robe to me. I don't think I've ever felt so triumphant in my life.
"Thanks." I whispered. "These things are just so thin, I don't know how they stay warm."
"Yeah, you normally have fur, don't you?"
"Well, I'm a cat, right?"
I didn't say anything more, because he was staring right into my eyes. I never really noticed how deep…and sexy his eyes were…
And then we stopped trying to be romantic and pounced on each other.
Miroku is a good kisser. I mean, seriously. I don't know if Sango's ever found this out, because, seriously, do you know I have never seen them kissing? They're supposed to be in love and they're never even stuck their tongues down each other's throats?
So much for monks being pure and all. As soon as we started kissing I knew he'd done this before.
Now don't think I'm some slut or anything. I swear to God, we didn't go beyond kissing. Our clothes didn't come off AT ALL, I would swear on my life. I would swear on anything you gave me. But, we DID kiss, and we did kiss pretty damn nice, too, I thought. The fact that I was still a cat – and plus, a demon – did not seem to deter him at all. I guess he was taking a lesson from Inuyasha's mom – demons make good lovers.
I'm not going to lie to you – we might have gone farther if we weren't suddenly interrupted by a voice saying,
"Oh, God, no, Miroku."
We pulled apart. It was Sango. I will never forget the look on her face. It was sorrowful, pained, angry – but mostly the saddest thing I will ever see in my life. As soon as I realized what I'd done, I wanted to cry and run to Sango to get a hug. But I could tell that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
The sadness faded from Sango's face and it was replaced by anger. She grinned evilly and picked up the Hiraikotsu where it was lying by her bedside. I gulped.
"Kirara…if we die here…I'd just like you to know…" Miroku started. "That was a lot of fun…"
It was probably the stupidest thing he ever said, because as soon as the words left his mouth, Sango leaned forward, a maniac expression in her face, and I suddenly had a thought that kissing Miroku was the last thing I would ever do in this world…
Ooh, Miroku, you playboy! Have you been taking lessons from Inuyasha? Man, this might be the most fun thing I've ever written! Now, please review, and tell me if you think Sango should butcher her two-timing cheater of a fiancée! Arigatou!
