Blinded
Looking to the laptop in front of him, Miroku raised a hand to cover his yawn. He was exhausted. His vibrant violet eyes reflected his lack of sleep the night before. A lecherous smirk brightened his features. The reason for his sleep deprived state could be guessed by the look of disorder in the hotel room. Last night his mystery minx made an appearance. It had been weeks since he had been able to see her. After her small break down, she had disappeared. Miroku missed her. He did not miss her body, but her as a whole. Never before had he felt feelings for the girls he bedded; she was different, she was his Kagome.
He rented the same hotel room and, as always have done before, told the man at the front desk to give a second key to her. That was, if she showed. He created a new habit over the past weeks, bringing his laptop to the room to keep him entertained if she did not arrive. He refused to leave in case she arrived later in the night. Around the time that she arrived, he found himself lacking an inspiration for his new book and in turn found himself falling to boredom. He messed with his tie, putting a knot in it and using it as a blind fold over his eyes. He was walked around with his arms outstretched in front of him when he heard a giggle from behind him.
To say he was elated to see her would be an understatement. To say last night had been boring would be a bigger understatement. When he started to remove the tie, she told him to keep it on. He thought the lights were still on and she wanted him to wait till she turned them off. She kept the lights on; he could see the light through the tie. She made him keep the tie on, but for different reasons. He didn't know she was into kinky things, but last night proved him wrong. Of course, right after she reverted back to her usual anxious self. The thought made him smile. She showed him a side of herself that no one else, knew. Or at least, he hoped that was the case. He shook his head. No, she wasn't that type of girl.
He went back to looking over what he recently typed down. Smiling to himself he saved his document and closed the window. Checking his wrist watch, he decided to stay a little longer. He reached for his black backpack. A change of clothes were folded neatly in the bag and a book sat on top of his clothes. Pulling out the book, he closed his laptop and placed it into the bag. It was his favorite book, a romance novel. He read it many times in the past. The way that the author plotted the book and the wording caught his attention as a writer immediately. Not only did the writing style pull draw him in, but the character development was superb. He looked at the front and read the name of the author, smiling he ran his finger over the name. If only he could meet the author, it would be such an honor. But alas, after doing some research he found the name of the author was nothing but an alias. No one knew the true identity of the author; though he had found out a part of their name. Higurashi.
A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha