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Miroku wasn't so sure anymore if this was a good idea or not. Kagome had an annoying habit of messing other people's lives and Miroku didn't quite appreciate it. Of course Miroku was exited to meet Sesshoumaru, he couldn't deny that, he was his favorite author after all, but that was the thing that worried him the most. Miroku was almost certain that Kagome was up to something and that didn't promise any good.

Miroku sighed. Damn Kagome. Because of this he was about to miss a date with a totally gorgeous guy. That guy would so have been his type but no use crying over spilled milk, right? He could only hope that this Sesshoumaru would make up to it.

There were good points in this situation too, one shouldn't forget those. Miroku remembered that when he had seen Sesshoumaru in the wedding about a month ago he had admired the man's hair to be the most beautiful he'd ever seen. No hairdresser would want to miss a chance to get his hands on a hair like that. Miroku sure was lucky.

It was actually Sesshoumaru's personality that worried Miroku the most. Miroku got along well with all kinds of people but there was this one type he couldn't stand at all and unfortunately Sesshoumaru seemed to represent everything he hated in a person. Miroku knew that if the man would get too much on his nerves he'd probably say or do something he shouldn't. Besides, Sango was right, one shouldn't mess with a person such as Sesshoumaru. Just to be sure Miroku hid away everything that could make Sesshoumaru's hair turn pink or blue. At least he didn't want to destroy that wonderful hair he had.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening and Sesshoumaru still hadn't come. It seemed like the bastard wasn't showing up. Miroku kicked one of the chairs and grabbed his cell phone. He dialed Kagome's number and waited for her to answer. In the meanwhile he tried to organize his own hair; few strands had escaped from his usual ponytail.

"Mmmh… 'Ello" Kagome's mushy voice answered. Miroku could hear Inuyasha's complaints in the background. Apparently he had interrupted them.

He didn't really care though. "Kagome! Did you tell him to come today or not? He's still not here and I'm getting tired of waiting!" Miroku shouted and stormed around his shop.

"Wait… I mean what!? He's still not there? But I told him that –"

"She told me that after eight o'clock and it seems to me that that is exactly what time it is, after eight", Kagome was interrupted with a silky voice coming behind Miroku. Miroku swirled around to face the man standing in the doorway. "I take it that I came to the right place. It is awfully small though", Sesshoumaru continued and stepped in. He looked around looking way too proud to Miroku's liking.

"Ok Kags, he's here, but you'd better remember that you owe me one for this", Miroku said to the phone and gritted his teeth. Somehow he felt like this would be rather tiresome night.

"Sure, sure Miroku. Just try to behave, ok? I don't want any bodies."

"I will if he does", Miroku said sharply and slammed the phone shut. Sesshoumaru just stood there in front of him looking arrogant and bored.

"So you must be Sesshoumaru. I've heard a great deal about you. Let's just get this over with then. Come and sit here", Miroku said to Sesshoumaru and tried to ignore his cold demeanor.

"What exactly are you going to do to me?" Sesshoumaru asked and didn't even look like he was about to move any closer to the seat Miroku was showing to him.

Miroku wasn't sure how to react. "Well, I was thinking of cutting your hair. That's what I usually do here and I assume that it's also the reason you are here."

"I came, because I was stupid enough to promise to do so."

"Ok, but let me get this straight. Because of you I have stayed here waiting for you after the usual closing hour and missed my date with a guy who's ass was a total piece of yummy meat. So if you're not gonna sit down and let me cut that hair of yours I'm really gonna get mad and rape you before you can even open that arrogant mouth of yours", Miroku blurted out and raised his eyebrow. He knew he shouldn't have said that but honestly, raping Sesshoumaru didn't seem such a bad idea, the man was hot.

"I do not appreciate your way of talking to me", Sesshoumaru said frowning. He still didn't move.

"Perhaps you'd come and sit down then so I don't have to talk."

Sesshoumaru still looked suspicious but walked to the chair and sat down. He didn't seem to be comfortable at all. He was stiff as a tree in a forest without wind and he glanced around alert. Miroku found this a little amusing. "No-one's going to jump at you from the shadows, you know. We are the only ones here."

"Hmm…" was the only answer Sesshoumaru gave and didn't relax at all.

Miroku only barely restrained himself from laughing. He decided that it would be best to just stay quiet about it and took his equipments nearer. Then he opened Sesshoumaru's hair from the loose bun he kept it. Miroku thought that it was weird to keep your hair like that, especially if you were so obviously stylish as Sesshoumaru was, so he couldn't help but to ask: "Why on earth do you keep your hair like this?"

"It got in my way", Sesshoumaru answered his voice low and looked at Miroku through the mirror with his sharp amber eyes.

Miroku nearly gasped when the hair fell open. It cascaded like a river of moonbeams and almost reached the floor. The hair was so shiny and silky that Miroku just had to touch it immediately. He wasn't sure if it was because of his profession or because of personal liking that he was so mesmerized by that hair. Miroku put one of his own loose strands behind his ear, he did that every time he concentrated, and then started to gather Sesshoumaru's hair to his hands.

"You really have a lot of this, don't you?" Miroku asked not really from anyone, he was more like muttering to himself but apparently it didn't stop Sesshoumaru from answering.

"Yes. I have never cut it before."

"Really?" Miroku said and snapped his head up and looked at Sesshoumaru with exited look on his face. "Then I get to be your first?"

"What do you mean?" Sesshoumaru asked looking even more suspicious.

This time Miroku couldn't help but to laugh out loud. He had to admit that it had sounded more perverted than he had thought. "I only meant that I'm the first who gets to mess up your hair. We have a lot of work here… So, what do you want me to do?"

"Excuse me?"

"You really have no idea what you have gotten yourself into, huh? In that case I'm just gonna wash this and then cut it a little bit shorter. You did say that it's getting in your way."

"Yes. It got stuck in my computer", Sesshoumaru said nonchalantly.

Miroku thanked the gods that he had already turned his head away from Sesshoumaru when he heard his answer. He couldn't have possibly restrained his grin after hearing the cool Sesshoumaru Taishou saying something like that with a serious face and tone.

Miroku started his job washing Sesshoumaru's hair and studied his face at the same time. Usually when Miroku started to massage peoples scalps they were already in a state of nirvana but Sesshoumaru still wasn't relaxed at all. It seemed more like his senses got sharper and sharper by the second. His eyes took in everything he could see from his lying spot until his eyes stopped to look at one spot on the wall.

"What is that?" Sesshoumaru asked. There was a little bit of curiosity audible in his voice.

Miroku looked at the same direction as Sesshoumaru and smiled to himself. "That's my treasure", he answered and showed Sesshoumaru back to the mirror. "It's the cover of my favorite book that changed my world. It's quite rare book, you know. I only have that cover; the book itself was destroyed when my first house burned down. Luckily I had forgotten that at my friends place. I framed the cover and hung it there so I can always remember it. I haven't been able to find a new copy of the book yet, unfortunately. Do you know what it's about?"

"Yes", Sesshoumaru said and held Miroku's eyes on his own through the mirror.

"Really? You're the first one who says that! I hardly believe you", Miroku said in awe.

"It is about a boy who tries to find his place in the world. If you put it bluntly."

"So you've read it?"

"No." came Sesshoumaru's sharp answer. His eyes looked like the amber in them was on fire.

Yet again, Miroku wasn't quite sure how to react so he just kept clipping his scissors. Sesshoumaru seemed curious and tried to see what he was doing. At the same time he moved around so restlessly that Miroku had a hard time to keep himself from cutting something he shouldn't. "Listen", Miroku snapped suddenly, "if you don't keep still I'm going to cut something you are going to need in the future so stop squirming!"

Sesshoumaru settled and to Miroku's great surprise talked on his own initiative: "I didn't think that a book could affect so strongly to a person."

"That's a surprise. You're an author after all. Shouldn't you be hailing for books or something?"

"I just didn't consider you as the type to read", Sesshoumaru said.

The comment made Miroku irritated. Sesshoumaru really was so full of himself. "So you think that hairdressers don't read books, huh? Well, for your information, I do. I'm not stupid. Actually I'm fairly well educated and literature is one of my favorite hobbies."

"Is that so? Surprising…" Sesshoumaru muttered and seemed to get lost in thought completely. Miroku would have probably said something extremely mean if he hadn't found this sudden change in Sesshoumaru intriguing.

All of a sudden Sesshoumaru's amber eyes lost their usual sharpness and became a little misty-looking. He raised his right hand and stroked his bottom lip with his index finger. He seemed to be concentrating so greatly to some thought he had in mind that it got hold of his entire persona. Miroku found the frown between his eyebrows rather cute. He forgot that thought though at the minute Sesshoumaru spoke again.

"Why would someone want to become a hairdresser out of his own will? It doesn't seem like a pleasant job."

Miroku could feel a vein pop in his head. He was so sick of that bastard! Good looking or not, his personality was intolerable. But then again, Miroku could also be bad. Okay, he had promised to behave nicely but this was getting out of hands and Miroku had never been famous for his self-control and despite the man's personality, Sesshoumaru was hot.

Miroku leaned forward so his lips were just next to Sesshoumaru's right ear and whispered his voice low: "Well, I get to meet hotties like this, right?" Then he gave Sesshoumaru's ear a small lick.

Sesshoumaru stiffened considerably and put his hand quickly over his ear. He gave Miroku so nasty look trough the mirror that someone else than Miroku might have peed to his pants. Miroku just smiled sweetly and finished his task in hand. Sesshoumaru's face had the same cool look than always but his eyes looked alert again. Miroku smiled wickedly in his mind and tried to think what other things he could do to Sesshoumaru.

"Okay, I'm ready", Miroku said after clipping his scissor for the last time. "I cut your hair so that it now reaches your lower back. I think it would be a pity to cut anymore when you have so wonderful hair. But you really should cut it more often, just so that you don't get any split ends."

"Hmm…" was the only answer Miroku got.

"So I'm done here. You can take your coat and leave."

Sesshoumaru almost jumped up and walked to the coat rack as fast as he could without looking like he was trying to escape. Miroku's wicked grin just grew when he followed Sesshoumaru to the door. Miroku stopped right behind Sesshoumaru and took a good look at his ass. That was a very nice ass indeed.

Sesshoumaru just got his coat on when he felt something touch his bottom and press against his back. Then he felt yet again Miroku's breath against his ear.

"You know, I don't mind if you stay to comfort me tonight. You did ruin my date so it would be only fair of you to pay me back", Miroku whispered huskily and caressed Sesshoumaru butt with a content look on his face. He gave Sesshoumaru's ear a demanding nip and let his other hand wander around Sesshoumaru to stroke his flat stomach. This would be interesting…

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Yeah, I know I'm a bitch but I leave it at that. So what do you think so far? I promise that it's going to get more interesting later on but this story moves slower than my usual ones.

But Miroku is so gay... And I'm so weird... Oh well, see you soon!