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yellowhordeDisclaimer: I don't own Inu Yasha or its characters (that honor goes
to Rumiko Takahashi) and I make no money from this or any other
fanfic I write.
Pairings: Inu Yasha + Kagome, Miroku + Sango
Category: General
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, and Language
Title: Blue Skies and Little Fishes
Author: yellowhorde
Status: In Progress
"Here you go, Kagome!" Shippo said as he held out a thick white
terrycloth towel to the tall girl as she emerged from the water and
onto the sandy beach.
"Why thank you, Shippo!"
Kagome smiled happily down at the little fox demon and gratefully
accepted the offered towel. She pressed it against her wet face and
inhaled deeply. The towel was warm from sitting in the sun and
smelled faintly of the beach. For the first time she wondered if the
fragrance she detected was the actual smell of the beach or if it was
simply the smell she associated with the beach.
When in her own time, Kagome had never really thought about it before
but she supposed that the smell was simply something she associated
with the beach because every time she caught a whiff of the rich
almost coconuty smell of suntan lotion she was reminded of endless
summer days by the sea with blue skies stretching endlessly overhead
and dotted with fluffy clouds, the salty tang of the breeze, and of
course, swimming and playing sand volleyball with her friends and
little brother, Sota, while listening to music on her mother's
portable radio.
It could be a cold, gray winter's day but if she caught even the
barest trace of the familiar scent (she was sometimes known to carry
a small tube of sun block with her in her purse as if to remind
herself that the winter couldn't possibly be as eternal as it seemed)
her mind would be instantly transported across space and time, out of
the dreary school and away from the homework and the cold, to the
freedom of sand, sun, and surf. It was like carrying a small piece of
summer vacation with her wherever she went.
A sudden longing for home hit Kagome hard as she dried her hair, and
it washed over her like a tsunami, almost crushing her with its
force. She yearned desperately to be at the beach with her friends
and family, even Grandpa and Sota, who both could be especially
exasperating at times.
She remembered when she was much younger going to the beach with
everyone, building elaborate sand castles, lounging lazily in the
sun, and eating snow cones in a rainbow of colors and flavors. She
and Sota would argue, fuss, and fight over who got to sit in the
front seat of their rented car, whose sandcastle was the best, the
biggest, the most indestructible, and would practically drown each
other in massive water fights that left them laughing so hard they
could scarcely breathe.
They had been the best of times, the happiest days of her young life.
Those fantastically beautiful days, ones that would probably be
remember for a lifetime, lingered in Kagome's mind as she stood on
this beach, separated from all those she had left behind, not so much
by distance as by time, they were, after all only a few miles from
the Bone Eater's Well which existed both here in Feudal Japan and on
her family shrine's grounds hundreds of years in the future. In her
memories, the sky had stretched out forever above the world, a deep,
dazzling blue spotted here and there with wispy white clouds. And the
seagulls that had swooped and dived over the rolling waves added
their endless cries to the soundtrack of the rumbling surf and voices
and laughter of hundreds of people.
Later, after they had gone home, Kagome would often broken out her
crayons, markers, or colored pencils and do her little girl's best to
recapture the sights, sounds, and colors of the day onto paper. Her
awkward stick figure- like representations of her family, the M's
that in her mind were birds, and her sun, a bright yellow circle in
the middle of wavy heat lines, lacked a certain realism, and came
nowhere near doing her fond memories justice, but it was the best she
could do. Upon showing her creative expression to her mother, her
work was promptly exclaimed to be, 'One of your best yet!' and hung
with great ceremony on the refrigerator with little magnets in the
shape of various fruit along with the rest of her childish
masterpieces.
A dreamy smile played along Kagome's lips as she recalled her most
cherished childhood memories. Sighing, she wrapped the towel around
her torso with practiced ease, tucking one end in securely to keep it
from slipping. The towel was beach sized and hung to her knees, long
enough for modesty's sake, but not long enough to trip her up as she
padded up the beach to the rock cluster where Sango and Miroku were
sitting. She walked as quickly as she could for the clean white sand
was very hot beneath her feet.
Shippo, who was trotting along besides her holding a much smaller
towel, really not much more than a hand towel, glanced up at Kagome
with a puzzled expression as he watched her skipping and hopping
across the sand and making little hisses and yelps of pain as she
made her way towards the others.
As she reached the safety of her beach blanket which was spread out
along the ground at the foot of Miroku's rock, Kagome plopped down
with a relieved sigh and made a mental note to grab her sandals
before she headed back to the water. The white sand beach was
beautiful, true, but as the sun had made its slow way across the sky,
the temperature had risen sharply and the sand greedily absorbed its
heat and became almost unbearably hot to unprotected feet.
Kagome reached out and pulled her heavy backpack closer to her,
unzipped it, and withdrew the first of several water bottles. She
handed one to Shippo, then passed one each to Miroku and Sango, who
both gratefully accepted the offered beverages. She then unscrewed
the top of her own bottle and took a long drink.
Although the water was still relatively cool from being stored in the
dark depths of her bag, she couldn't help but wish that she had some
ice cubes to put in the water. But since she was in the Feudal era of
Japan's distant history, where modern conveniences like washing
machines, refrigerators, and even faucets with hot and cold running
water were things not yet even dreamed about, she had to make due
with what she had. Glancing into her pack she realized that there was
still one unopened bottle remaining and wondered briefly where the
half-demon Inu Yasha had gotten. The last time she had seen him he
had been stomping off towards the woods.
For a few minutes silence reigned as the four companions sipped their
water and reveled in the quickening breeze that skimmed in over the
smooth surface of the river, cooling the sweat that beaded their
skin. The leaves whispered to each other overhead and in the distance
some unknown bird sang out, possibly warning other birds away from
its territory. Casting her eyes to the east, Kagome could just make
out the majestic tops of the mountains peeking out over the blanket
of forested hills and carefully studied the gathering clouds that
flocked about their peaks. The natural beauty of her surroundings
filled her heart with a sense of peace and contentment.
(Perhaps it will rain in the next couple of days.) She thought
absently. (We could certainly use a break from this heat!)
Twisting the cap back onto her half-finished bottle of water, Kagome
carefully stowed it in her bag for later use. Break time was over and
she couldn't wait to get back to the water. As she stood, she caught
the wistful expression on Sango's face from the corner of her eye.
She turned back towards her friend and knelt down besides her.
"Sango, why don't you join us?" Kagome asked, "It's really hot and
the water feels SO nice!"
Sango's dark eyes narrowed as she cut a sideways glance at Miroku who
still sat contentedly on his rocky perch just a few feet away. His
mostly empty bottle of water dangled from his fingers and his eyes
were heavy lidded as he gazed out towards the water. His ever present
staff was propped against the rock in easy reach should there be any
sort of trouble. What really amazed her was that he was dressed from
head to toe in dark purple robes and yet not a single bead of sweat
was evident on his brow. She, on the other hand, was practically
melting. It was inhuman, not to mention totally unfair!
"I- I can't Kagome," She groused, not bothering to keep her voice
down. "Because of you-know-who! I don't trust him as far as I can
throw him."
"Really?" Kagome teased. "You trust him that far?"
"Not really." Sango admitted with a sigh, "But you know how he is!"
"Trust me, I know! He just can't keep his wandering hands to
himself." Kagome muttered crossly as she began rummaging through her
bag again. She completely understood how Sango felt about the
perverted monk for she had known Miroku longer and had had more than
her fair share of encounters with him and his groping hands.
She glanced up from her bag and smiled at her friend. "You know,
Sango, I know I have a few spare swimming suits in here... Somewhere!"
(That is if I can ever find them!) Kagome thought as she sifted
through the contents in her pack. It was a wonder she was able to
find anything at all, with all the stuff she had in it, schoolbooks,
toiletries, her hairdryer. (Now why did I bother bringing THAT? It's
not like there are any electrical outlets around here! Oh why do I
always have to bring so much stuff back with me every time I go home
for supplies?)
She continued to fish through the contents of the bag but was having
very little success. It was like there was some mysterious black hole
in her backpack that somehow managed to suck up anything she happened
to be looking for. She knew they were in here, she had seen them
earlier when she had packed up her mathematics book after breakfast!
So where were they?
"You could borrow one and enjoy the water with us without worrying
about prying eyes."
Kagome grinned in triumph as she pulled her two spare swimming suits
from the bottom of her pack. In a way she supposed that she had been
thinking of Sango when she had packed them. After all, it was no fun
being the only girl in the group to go swimming and this way they
could sit and relax in the water without having to keep an eye out
for perverts.
"Ah! There they are! I knew they were in here! "Bout time I found
them!"
"That's very generous of you Kagome, but I just couldn't..."
"Nonsense!" Kagome reached out and pulled the hesitant Sango to her
feet as she stood. "It's no bother! You can change in the woods and
I'll keep guard." Kagome grinned mischievously. "And if anyone dares
to peep, I'll clobber them!"
"Thanks, Kagome." Sango smiled happily. "That's really nice of you. I
must admit that it would be great to be able to escape the heat, even
for a little while."
"Think nothing of it. After all, we girls have to stick together."
This time Kagome remembered to slip on her sandals before leaving the
safety of the beach blanket. Then she slung her pack over her
shoulder and headed off towards the woods with Sango close behind
her, leaving Shippo to keep an eye on the lecherous monk. Like the
smart little fox demon he was, Shippo realized that Kagome trusted
him to keep the peeping Tom Miroku as far away from them as possible.
It was a responsibility he intended to take seriously.
Shippo cast a suspicious glance over to Miroku, who was watching the
two girls retreat to the woods where he had seen Inu Yasha disappear
earlier. The little fox demon didn't think the girls would have any
trouble with Inu Yasha but even if they did, one "Sit, boy!" command
from Kagome would be more than enough to teach him a lesson he
wouldn't soon forget.
Satisfied that things were as secure as they probably ever would be,
Shippo settled down at the foot of the rocks and waited for his
fellow swimmers to return from changing. He kept expecting Miroku to
make some lame excuse that would enable him to slink off in the same
direction the girls were heading in, but the monk remained where he
was and gave the small fox demon no problems.
Miroku gazed longingly after the two young women as they retreated
into the woods, more than a little crestfallen that they mistrusted
him enough to leave Shippo at his side to act as a look out. He knew
that the child was devoted to Kagome and would carry out his
assignment with all seriousness. The monk sighed heavily for he knew
that there would be little to no chance that he would be able to
catch a tantalizing flash of feminine flesh.
"They sure don't trust me very much, do they?" Miroku muttered aloud,
more to himself than to the fox demon sitting nearby.
"No, they sure don't." Shippo agreed readily enough. "Should they?"
"It cuts me to the quick that after all this time they can't find it
in their hearts to trust a harmless monk. I guess they'll never know
the real me."
"Oh, they know the real you, all right." Shippo retorted, glaring
formidably up at Miroku. "Why do you they think they left me here to
keep an eye on you?"
"You take all the fun out of my life." Miroku groused. "You know
that, don't you?"
"Whatever."
Silence fell between the two companions and Miroku returned his gaze
to the sparkling river. Shippo was simply to young and naive to
understand how alluring the feminine body was or just how much power
a beautiful woman held over a man and Inu Yasha... well, Inu Yasha
had a great deal of pride, not to consider a lot of issues that he
needed to work out when it came to women, and considered himself
above such temptations of the flesh. But as a man, Miroku knew that
Inu Yasha had deep feelings for Kagome, feelings that simmered just
below the surface, just out of sight. It was his considerable opinion
that things would be a lot smoother between the two if only they
weren't so stubborn about showing how they truly felt.
No matter what his traveling companions thought, Miroku didn't
consider himself a pervert, not one little bit. If anything, the
restraint he showed around Kagome and Sango went a far way, in his
mind at least, in showing just how much a true gentleman he was. Not
that he was above temptation, heavens no! But then again, what normal
healthy young man wouldn't be tempted when traveling with two such
beautiful women? As far as he was concerned, his
little 'indiscretions' proved that he was, after all, only human.
Still, he had to admit that the idea of seeing Sango in one of
Kagome's modern 'swimming suits' set his mind whirling. It wouldn't
be as good as seeing her naked, but it would be as close as he would
probably ever get, at least any time soon. He was heartily saddened
that the stubborn girl had caught on to his various tricks quicker
than he would have liked. She had a hellacious backhand, as he could
attest, and was being far more cautious of late, which was a pity.
Was it his fault that she tempted him, distracted him to no end? She
was, after all, an astonishingly beautiful young woman. And he was a
man who fully appreciated all of her finer qualities. She wasn't so
bad to have in a fight either. Beauty and power, ah, such a wonderful
combination!
Grinning foolishly, Miroku settled himself more comfortably on his
perch and prepared to wait for the girls' return. He was a patient
man and all of his experiences proved over and over again that
patience was indeed a virtue!
TO BE CONTINUED...
to Rumiko Takahashi) and I make no money from this or any other
fanfic I write.
Pairings: Inu Yasha + Kagome, Miroku + Sango
Category: General
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, and Language
Title: Blue Skies and Little Fishes
Author: yellowhorde
Status: In Progress
"Here you go, Kagome!" Shippo said as he held out a thick white
terrycloth towel to the tall girl as she emerged from the water and
onto the sandy beach.
"Why thank you, Shippo!"
Kagome smiled happily down at the little fox demon and gratefully
accepted the offered towel. She pressed it against her wet face and
inhaled deeply. The towel was warm from sitting in the sun and
smelled faintly of the beach. For the first time she wondered if the
fragrance she detected was the actual smell of the beach or if it was
simply the smell she associated with the beach.
When in her own time, Kagome had never really thought about it before
but she supposed that the smell was simply something she associated
with the beach because every time she caught a whiff of the rich
almost coconuty smell of suntan lotion she was reminded of endless
summer days by the sea with blue skies stretching endlessly overhead
and dotted with fluffy clouds, the salty tang of the breeze, and of
course, swimming and playing sand volleyball with her friends and
little brother, Sota, while listening to music on her mother's
portable radio.
It could be a cold, gray winter's day but if she caught even the
barest trace of the familiar scent (she was sometimes known to carry
a small tube of sun block with her in her purse as if to remind
herself that the winter couldn't possibly be as eternal as it seemed)
her mind would be instantly transported across space and time, out of
the dreary school and away from the homework and the cold, to the
freedom of sand, sun, and surf. It was like carrying a small piece of
summer vacation with her wherever she went.
A sudden longing for home hit Kagome hard as she dried her hair, and
it washed over her like a tsunami, almost crushing her with its
force. She yearned desperately to be at the beach with her friends
and family, even Grandpa and Sota, who both could be especially
exasperating at times.
She remembered when she was much younger going to the beach with
everyone, building elaborate sand castles, lounging lazily in the
sun, and eating snow cones in a rainbow of colors and flavors. She
and Sota would argue, fuss, and fight over who got to sit in the
front seat of their rented car, whose sandcastle was the best, the
biggest, the most indestructible, and would practically drown each
other in massive water fights that left them laughing so hard they
could scarcely breathe.
They had been the best of times, the happiest days of her young life.
Those fantastically beautiful days, ones that would probably be
remember for a lifetime, lingered in Kagome's mind as she stood on
this beach, separated from all those she had left behind, not so much
by distance as by time, they were, after all only a few miles from
the Bone Eater's Well which existed both here in Feudal Japan and on
her family shrine's grounds hundreds of years in the future. In her
memories, the sky had stretched out forever above the world, a deep,
dazzling blue spotted here and there with wispy white clouds. And the
seagulls that had swooped and dived over the rolling waves added
their endless cries to the soundtrack of the rumbling surf and voices
and laughter of hundreds of people.
Later, after they had gone home, Kagome would often broken out her
crayons, markers, or colored pencils and do her little girl's best to
recapture the sights, sounds, and colors of the day onto paper. Her
awkward stick figure- like representations of her family, the M's
that in her mind were birds, and her sun, a bright yellow circle in
the middle of wavy heat lines, lacked a certain realism, and came
nowhere near doing her fond memories justice, but it was the best she
could do. Upon showing her creative expression to her mother, her
work was promptly exclaimed to be, 'One of your best yet!' and hung
with great ceremony on the refrigerator with little magnets in the
shape of various fruit along with the rest of her childish
masterpieces.
A dreamy smile played along Kagome's lips as she recalled her most
cherished childhood memories. Sighing, she wrapped the towel around
her torso with practiced ease, tucking one end in securely to keep it
from slipping. The towel was beach sized and hung to her knees, long
enough for modesty's sake, but not long enough to trip her up as she
padded up the beach to the rock cluster where Sango and Miroku were
sitting. She walked as quickly as she could for the clean white sand
was very hot beneath her feet.
Shippo, who was trotting along besides her holding a much smaller
towel, really not much more than a hand towel, glanced up at Kagome
with a puzzled expression as he watched her skipping and hopping
across the sand and making little hisses and yelps of pain as she
made her way towards the others.
As she reached the safety of her beach blanket which was spread out
along the ground at the foot of Miroku's rock, Kagome plopped down
with a relieved sigh and made a mental note to grab her sandals
before she headed back to the water. The white sand beach was
beautiful, true, but as the sun had made its slow way across the sky,
the temperature had risen sharply and the sand greedily absorbed its
heat and became almost unbearably hot to unprotected feet.
Kagome reached out and pulled her heavy backpack closer to her,
unzipped it, and withdrew the first of several water bottles. She
handed one to Shippo, then passed one each to Miroku and Sango, who
both gratefully accepted the offered beverages. She then unscrewed
the top of her own bottle and took a long drink.
Although the water was still relatively cool from being stored in the
dark depths of her bag, she couldn't help but wish that she had some
ice cubes to put in the water. But since she was in the Feudal era of
Japan's distant history, where modern conveniences like washing
machines, refrigerators, and even faucets with hot and cold running
water were things not yet even dreamed about, she had to make due
with what she had. Glancing into her pack she realized that there was
still one unopened bottle remaining and wondered briefly where the
half-demon Inu Yasha had gotten. The last time she had seen him he
had been stomping off towards the woods.
For a few minutes silence reigned as the four companions sipped their
water and reveled in the quickening breeze that skimmed in over the
smooth surface of the river, cooling the sweat that beaded their
skin. The leaves whispered to each other overhead and in the distance
some unknown bird sang out, possibly warning other birds away from
its territory. Casting her eyes to the east, Kagome could just make
out the majestic tops of the mountains peeking out over the blanket
of forested hills and carefully studied the gathering clouds that
flocked about their peaks. The natural beauty of her surroundings
filled her heart with a sense of peace and contentment.
(Perhaps it will rain in the next couple of days.) She thought
absently. (We could certainly use a break from this heat!)
Twisting the cap back onto her half-finished bottle of water, Kagome
carefully stowed it in her bag for later use. Break time was over and
she couldn't wait to get back to the water. As she stood, she caught
the wistful expression on Sango's face from the corner of her eye.
She turned back towards her friend and knelt down besides her.
"Sango, why don't you join us?" Kagome asked, "It's really hot and
the water feels SO nice!"
Sango's dark eyes narrowed as she cut a sideways glance at Miroku who
still sat contentedly on his rocky perch just a few feet away. His
mostly empty bottle of water dangled from his fingers and his eyes
were heavy lidded as he gazed out towards the water. His ever present
staff was propped against the rock in easy reach should there be any
sort of trouble. What really amazed her was that he was dressed from
head to toe in dark purple robes and yet not a single bead of sweat
was evident on his brow. She, on the other hand, was practically
melting. It was inhuman, not to mention totally unfair!
"I- I can't Kagome," She groused, not bothering to keep her voice
down. "Because of you-know-who! I don't trust him as far as I can
throw him."
"Really?" Kagome teased. "You trust him that far?"
"Not really." Sango admitted with a sigh, "But you know how he is!"
"Trust me, I know! He just can't keep his wandering hands to
himself." Kagome muttered crossly as she began rummaging through her
bag again. She completely understood how Sango felt about the
perverted monk for she had known Miroku longer and had had more than
her fair share of encounters with him and his groping hands.
She glanced up from her bag and smiled at her friend. "You know,
Sango, I know I have a few spare swimming suits in here... Somewhere!"
(That is if I can ever find them!) Kagome thought as she sifted
through the contents in her pack. It was a wonder she was able to
find anything at all, with all the stuff she had in it, schoolbooks,
toiletries, her hairdryer. (Now why did I bother bringing THAT? It's
not like there are any electrical outlets around here! Oh why do I
always have to bring so much stuff back with me every time I go home
for supplies?)
She continued to fish through the contents of the bag but was having
very little success. It was like there was some mysterious black hole
in her backpack that somehow managed to suck up anything she happened
to be looking for. She knew they were in here, she had seen them
earlier when she had packed up her mathematics book after breakfast!
So where were they?
"You could borrow one and enjoy the water with us without worrying
about prying eyes."
Kagome grinned in triumph as she pulled her two spare swimming suits
from the bottom of her pack. In a way she supposed that she had been
thinking of Sango when she had packed them. After all, it was no fun
being the only girl in the group to go swimming and this way they
could sit and relax in the water without having to keep an eye out
for perverts.
"Ah! There they are! I knew they were in here! "Bout time I found
them!"
"That's very generous of you Kagome, but I just couldn't..."
"Nonsense!" Kagome reached out and pulled the hesitant Sango to her
feet as she stood. "It's no bother! You can change in the woods and
I'll keep guard." Kagome grinned mischievously. "And if anyone dares
to peep, I'll clobber them!"
"Thanks, Kagome." Sango smiled happily. "That's really nice of you. I
must admit that it would be great to be able to escape the heat, even
for a little while."
"Think nothing of it. After all, we girls have to stick together."
This time Kagome remembered to slip on her sandals before leaving the
safety of the beach blanket. Then she slung her pack over her
shoulder and headed off towards the woods with Sango close behind
her, leaving Shippo to keep an eye on the lecherous monk. Like the
smart little fox demon he was, Shippo realized that Kagome trusted
him to keep the peeping Tom Miroku as far away from them as possible.
It was a responsibility he intended to take seriously.
Shippo cast a suspicious glance over to Miroku, who was watching the
two girls retreat to the woods where he had seen Inu Yasha disappear
earlier. The little fox demon didn't think the girls would have any
trouble with Inu Yasha but even if they did, one "Sit, boy!" command
from Kagome would be more than enough to teach him a lesson he
wouldn't soon forget.
Satisfied that things were as secure as they probably ever would be,
Shippo settled down at the foot of the rocks and waited for his
fellow swimmers to return from changing. He kept expecting Miroku to
make some lame excuse that would enable him to slink off in the same
direction the girls were heading in, but the monk remained where he
was and gave the small fox demon no problems.
Miroku gazed longingly after the two young women as they retreated
into the woods, more than a little crestfallen that they mistrusted
him enough to leave Shippo at his side to act as a look out. He knew
that the child was devoted to Kagome and would carry out his
assignment with all seriousness. The monk sighed heavily for he knew
that there would be little to no chance that he would be able to
catch a tantalizing flash of feminine flesh.
"They sure don't trust me very much, do they?" Miroku muttered aloud,
more to himself than to the fox demon sitting nearby.
"No, they sure don't." Shippo agreed readily enough. "Should they?"
"It cuts me to the quick that after all this time they can't find it
in their hearts to trust a harmless monk. I guess they'll never know
the real me."
"Oh, they know the real you, all right." Shippo retorted, glaring
formidably up at Miroku. "Why do you they think they left me here to
keep an eye on you?"
"You take all the fun out of my life." Miroku groused. "You know
that, don't you?"
"Whatever."
Silence fell between the two companions and Miroku returned his gaze
to the sparkling river. Shippo was simply to young and naive to
understand how alluring the feminine body was or just how much power
a beautiful woman held over a man and Inu Yasha... well, Inu Yasha
had a great deal of pride, not to consider a lot of issues that he
needed to work out when it came to women, and considered himself
above such temptations of the flesh. But as a man, Miroku knew that
Inu Yasha had deep feelings for Kagome, feelings that simmered just
below the surface, just out of sight. It was his considerable opinion
that things would be a lot smoother between the two if only they
weren't so stubborn about showing how they truly felt.
No matter what his traveling companions thought, Miroku didn't
consider himself a pervert, not one little bit. If anything, the
restraint he showed around Kagome and Sango went a far way, in his
mind at least, in showing just how much a true gentleman he was. Not
that he was above temptation, heavens no! But then again, what normal
healthy young man wouldn't be tempted when traveling with two such
beautiful women? As far as he was concerned, his
little 'indiscretions' proved that he was, after all, only human.
Still, he had to admit that the idea of seeing Sango in one of
Kagome's modern 'swimming suits' set his mind whirling. It wouldn't
be as good as seeing her naked, but it would be as close as he would
probably ever get, at least any time soon. He was heartily saddened
that the stubborn girl had caught on to his various tricks quicker
than he would have liked. She had a hellacious backhand, as he could
attest, and was being far more cautious of late, which was a pity.
Was it his fault that she tempted him, distracted him to no end? She
was, after all, an astonishingly beautiful young woman. And he was a
man who fully appreciated all of her finer qualities. She wasn't so
bad to have in a fight either. Beauty and power, ah, such a wonderful
combination!
Grinning foolishly, Miroku settled himself more comfortably on his
perch and prepared to wait for the girls' return. He was a patient
man and all of his experiences proved over and over again that
patience was indeed a virtue!
TO BE CONTINUED...
