Happy Bath Ending

A/N: This is only part of the chapter...I'll finish the rest in a lil while. I need sleep, today wasn't particularly good for me, and I'm also getting over a cold. Like you guys give a shit, lol. Story below...and it's sort of sad so far.


***updated 9/10***


Miroku was elated. The beautiful woman, Suzuka, had brightened his day beyond measure. She was sweet without being fake, and nice without ulterior motives. Their time spent in the forest passed by way too quickly. He walked her back to the castle, and nearly fell in love when she allowed him to kiss her hand good night. She was like a breath of fresh air, air that Miroku was happy to gobble up.

The walk back to the village was less happy. It was pitch black, and the monk sighed to think of Suzuka. It had been so long since someone had treated Miroku with affection, even if the woman had been slightly distant. He didn’t feel like he needed to cater to her every whim, and he didn’t downplay his feelings for the sake of being proper. He knew he had lust in his eyes when he kissed the silk petals of the healer’s hand, and he knew that she could sense the almost carnal feeling of wanting to take her and have his way with her voluptuous body. Part of Miroku wanted to go off and pleasure himself, lest he go back to the hut and take Sango into his bed. He didn’t want her. Not anymore, not for such a long time. He had tried, so hard he had tried to make her happy, and nothing ever satisfied her. He even slacked on his flirting and ass grabbing, and it seemed the more he gave, the more she wanted. So he stopped giving. It wasn’t like he had anymore to give her anyway.

Miroku sighed as he entered the hut. It was dark, all but for a single candle. His eyes widened with the candle spoke to him.

“You were with her. I know.” The speaking candle moved, and he could see Sango’s face, twisted in anger and jealousy.

Miroku shrugged, not caring to explain himself. “Why does it matter?”

Sango smiled, causing her to look sinister and frightening. “I’m surprised you didn’t lie and try to hide it.”

Another shrug. “Nothing to hide.”

Sango leapt from her seat and grabbed Miroku’s collar. “So is she what you want? You think she’s prettier than me? Do you think she's better than me?” The slayer roared, shaking the monk. He removed small clenched hands from his hakama and stepped away from her.

“Why does it always come to this, Sango? I’m invisible to you most of the time. Only when a woman pays me a speck of attention do you want to deal with me.” His voice was pained and sad, and it almost reached Sango’s heart. Almost.

She backed away and held the candle, and Miroku could see she was wearing a crème colored kimono that was open, probably because of her irrationally jumping at him. She slid the kimono off her shoulders and revealed her supple, naked body to him.

“I-I was waiting for you, Miroku. I want to give myself to you,” She whispered seductively, tentatively placing her hands on his chest. She stepped toward him and looked into his eyes, and he had to admit she looked beautiful. But it wasn’t Sango’s face he saw. It was Suzuka’s. He shook his head and again he gently removed her hands from his chest, and knelt to scoop up her kimono to cover her body.

Sango’s shoulders shuddered and tears fell as Miroku wrapped her naked body in the silk. “Why…Why don’t you want me anymore?” She sobbed, ashamed.

The monk swallowed and stepped away from her. “I do,” He whispered hoarsely, and shook his head. “But I can’t keep doing this with you, Sango. You don’t love me. I don’t think you ever did. And I can’t wait any longer. I’ve been chasing both you and Naraku, and for all this time and effort I’ve put forth, I’m no closer to either of you.”

Sango tried to approach him, but he held up his hand to halt her. “Please…if you love me, Sango, if you ever did…let me leave.” Miroku turned to walk out of the hut when Sango wailed.

“Miroku, please! Don’t leave! I need you with me!”

He turned, and she could see the tears in his eyes. “When did you ever need me?” He asked in a sullen voice. He closed the door quietly behind him, not seeing Sango wilt to the floor.

The air on his face was refreshing. He needed time away from Sango, time to clear his head. But where to go?

‘Inuyasha.‘

He had not spoken to the hanyou for awhile, but knew that they were okay. What he needed was a place to rest his head, and wondered how Sesshoumaru would react to having him in his home. Miroku sighed and rubbed his head. The upside of going to the castle would be to see Suzuka. The downside would be Sesshoumaru ripping him to shreds. Either fate was better than staying with Sango. He looked down and willed his feet to move. Each foot after the other took him further away, and soon his shuffles were steps, steps became a jog, and then he eventually broke out into a full on run. He just had to get away from her...before he did something he was ashamed of.

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“Don’t ever let anyone tell you to quit your exterminating job. ‘Maiden in distress’ is definitely not your forte.”

Sango whirled around to see Kagura’s grinning face. “Shut up, bitch!” She snarled, swiping at her. Kagura easily dodged her and grabbed her arm, bending it behind her back.

“Look at you. Pathetic. Even as you stood before him bare breasted he still didn’t want you. I can see his hatred for you. Its solid. Black. Festering,” She hissed in Sango’s ear before shoving her on the floor. “Lucky for you that you still might be of some use to me. Oh, and Kohaku says hello,” She snipped before disappearing behind her feathers.

Sango lowered her head and balled into a fetal position, crying. Sleep could not come fast enough for her as the wick burned slow, her shadow against the wall making her sick. There she lay on the dirt floor, uncontrollably sobbing until the candle melted into a puddle and the amber glow faded to black.
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Tenchi shifted his naginata and stared down at the sweaty, rambling man with a frown on his face. The monk had come tearing out of the woods, soaked with sweat, claiming he knew Master Inuyasha and that he wanted to speak with him. At this hour?!! The man surely must not know about Sesshoumaru…the youkai that would rip this intruder’s neck from his head and make ornaments with it.

“Guard, I implore you, it is dire that I speak with Inuyasha.”

Tenchi stood firm. “Listen monk, it is best you depart from these lands. Do you know what hour it is? I don’t care if you are Lady Chisato or the Great Inu no Taisho himself! You are not getting past this gate and you are definitely not talking to Master Inuyasha!” The guard huffed, impatiently slamming his weapon against the ground.

Miroku showed his desperation. “Then if I can’t speak to Inuyasha-”

“Master Inuyasha,” Tenchi corrected.

“-Then may I speak to Minamori Suzuka?”

Tenchi frowned. The name dropping was having an effect on him. “How do you know Suzuka?”

Miroku was now the one that was impatient. “Because I just do! Now are we going to play 20 questions, or are you gonna let me talk to her?!” He snapped, the events of the day and fatigue wearing on his nerves. Tenchi narrowed his eyes and disappeared for a moment, only to drag a very cross AhUn from his sleeping post and led him to Miroku.

“That isn‘t her,” Miroku said flatly, making AhUn growl. Tenchi gave Miroku a look like he wanted to hit him. “No shit, houshi. He’s here to watch you to make sure you don’t do anything dumb. If you even move, AhUn will kill you. Understand?”

Miroku nodded, grimacing at the green lizard demon.

“I’ll go get Suzuka…if she is still awake.” Miroku nodded again and Tenchi walked off again toward the side of the castle. He smiled at AhUn, who growled again and pawed the ground, hoping that the monk would do something and become an early breakfast for him.

“See, I told you some weird houshi was out here for you.” Miroku heard voices a few moments later and saw Tenchi and Suzuka coming from the side of the castle. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her in the moonlight and he was glad he was already sweating, because seeing her surely made cold sweat drop down his back. She was dressed in a thin gray cotton yukata with silver flowers embroidered on it that was a tad bit too short, and also the yukata was a little too tight as it was strained across her large breasts. The obi was tied haphazardly, which didn’t help to restrain her chest either. She clunked across the yard faster in her geta, and the closer she got, the more noticeable the two large dots on her breasts trying to poke through the material were, and Miroku felt woozy. Seeing the silhouette of Sakura was more tantalizing and erotic than actually seeing Sango naked. He nearly fainted when she approached him, nearly taller than him with her geta.

“Why are you here?!!” She angrily hissed to Tenchi’s satisfaction. Miroku looked at the smirking guard, which infuriated Suzuka more. “Stop looking at him and answer me! What are you doing here?” The second time she asked her voice softened, as did her facial expression. She took a step back and noticed the sweat and the look of fatigue and sighed.

“I went back to the village and…” He trailed off, all of a sudden ashamed at what had happened.

“That woman that was with you in the woods. She did or said something to you. About me, right?” Suzuka gently pressed. Miroku nodded. She turned to Tenchi, who was looking less smug. “This is Miroku, he had accompanied Master Inuyasha prior to him returning home with Lord Sesshoumaru. You are to treat him as if he were a member of this family. No insolence will be tolerated. Is that understood?” Suzuka barked, making Tenchi jump.

“Yes, Minamori-sama.” There was a condescending tone in the guard’s voice, but it wasn’t something Suzuka could dwell on. She gave Tenchi a look that promised to make a square a square and grabbed Miroku’s sleeve to lead him into the castle.

The entryway was dark, and he could barely see anything. They went through a series of doors and he found himself outside, facing a steaming pool with bathing materials surrounding it. There was a small bench and beautiful quartz rocks surrounded the pool. Miroku couldn’t help but smile.

“You plan to take my virginity here? In this tranquil location?” His smile faded when he saw Suzuka’s face.

“I hardly believe you are a virgin, monk. You must realize you reek of sweat. I’m surprised your scent hasn’t awoken Lord Sesshoumaru. I’ll bring you a jinbei to change into and have Toshirou go into the village in the morning to purchase a kesa for you.” She paused and looked at Miroku again, who had his head down.

“Were you sleeping when I came here?” He asked softly, not meeting her eyes.

“Yes.” Her answer was sharp.

“I’m sorry. I appreciate the trouble you have gone to for me,” Miroku mumbled, feeling bad for disturbing her sleep. He wasn’t considering other’s feelings in trying to get past the cumbersome guard. Suzuka sighed and scratched her leg.

“Why was that woman angry with you?”

Miroku raised his head and met inquisitive purple eyes. “Because she is jealous.”

“Did you give her the impression there was something to be jealous of?” Suzuka’s voice had a shrill pitch to it, as her mind was racing. She didn’t want to be the object of scrutiny, especially over some stupid rumors by an oversexed, but ironically undersexed monk. Miroku faced Suzuka, their lips just inches apart.

“Sango is a jealous woman. She saw me talking to a bright, beautiful, elegant woman and reacted badly. You have everything she doesn’t, so it’s understandable that she is jealous of you.” The breath from his words ghosted over Suzuka’s lips, and all of a sudden her yukata seemed even tighter.

“What is it that I have that she doesn’t?” She asked, her voice sounding more sultry than she meant it to. Miroku closed the gap by an inch or so and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose on her cheek.

“Don’t mess with me, Minamori Suzuka. You are the embodiment of temptation, and I would feel crass if I were to let my mind’s desires play out here right now.”

He stepped away from her, looking at the outline of her body covered by the thin cotton, and swallowed knowing that with one hand he could untie her obi and have her. He reached out for her and grabbed her roughly around the waist and slammed her against him. Her eyes were hazed over, and her lips slightly parted when she felt his nose nudge her cheek again. He placed his hand on her nose and ran it down over her lips, down her neck, between her cleavage and further down to the slit in her robe, his fingers finding soft curls and scorching wet heat. His fingers started to caress her silky folds and he bent to kiss her before he stopped and recoiled in horror. Suzuka didn’t move, didn’t make a noise, although she was biting her lip when Miroku touched her. She wanted to feel him, and almost asked why he pulled away. He looked terrified, and instead of questioning him, she went into the castle, returned with the clothing and a towel, and wordlessly returned to her room.

Miroku wanted to say something to her when she came back with the clothes, but had no words for her. He watched her as she walked away, not having any words of understanding or consolation for her. He stared at his hand and the two slick fingers with Suzuka’s juices on them, rubbing the moisture on his thumb, thinking. With a smile, he sniffed them, and then tasted them, inwardly groaning. She tasted as sweet as she looked. He looked back in the direction she walked away in and sighed, shaking his head. The moment had come and gone. He stripped and stepped into the heated pool, attempting to ignore his growing erection. His mind concentrated on his chants and prayers, but it seemed like every few moments his lips were kissing hers, her mouth was on his neck, his tongue on her nipples, his dick pounding in her. He lay his head on one of the quartz rocks and closed his eyes, and by the time he opened them, day had began to break. He quickly toweled off and changed into the dark blue jinbei Suzuka had brought him and found the nearest room with a bed and crawled into it, too tired to think of how he was going to explain to Inuyasha why he was there.

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Suzuka closed the doors to her suite, panting. She had no idea that Miroku would touch her the way he did. From the moment he rubbed his nose on her cheek, she was frozen in the spot from fear. It had been decades since a man touched her so sweetly and intimately, she didn’t want to move and spoil it. Her body tingled feeling his strong, calloused hands on her skin, and she nearly fainted when he touched her sex, his eyes locked sensually with hers as if he were challenging her. But it seemed no sooner than his fingers started to enter, they withdrew and a look of disgust crossed his face! It was heartbreaking. All she could do is snap out of the romantic notion and go grab his bathing clothes so she could at least go back to bed. Alone.

“Where you been?”

Suzuka looked over and saw her sister sitting on her bed with a curious expression on her face. She started to talk but stopped, feeling a horribly heavy weight on her chest. She slumped down, back against the door, breathing in heavily to keep from sobbing. Sakura ran over to her sister and wrapped her skinny arms around her, not knowing or caring what was wrong. It had been about two years since her sister cried, and decades since she sobbed as hard as she was right now.

“Tell me what happened!” Sakura gently demanded, lowering her sister’s head to her lap to stroke her hair and soothe her. She did the same thing with Rin the other day when Jaken tried to put a binding spell on her to keep her quiet. He had walked off and left her and she fell off one of the high cobblestones, hurt her leg, and because he had temporarily taken her voice she could not call for help. It was hours before she was found, and Jaken as far as she knew was still hanging upside down tied to a meat hook in the smokehouse where Sesshoumaru left him.

“Miroku is here.”

Sakura looked confused. “Who?”

“The houshi. The one in the woods. With the bitch.”

“Oh. Why is he here?”

Suzuka looked up tearfully at her sister. “He has no where else to go. And that’s a bad feeling, one that I’m sure Master Inuyasha used to feel as well.”

Sakura nodded sympathetically. “And you are crying because you were so overwhelmed by his situation and are feeling bad for him?”

Suzuka shook her head.

“Then…?”

“He touched me.”

“Inappropriately?!!” Sakura yelled and unsheathed her tanto. Suzuka frowned.

“Must you do that all of the time? And yes, it was inappropriate, but I wanted him to. But he pulled away with a look of…I don’t know. Like he thought I was disgusting or something.” She shrugged and sniffed, burying her head into her sister’s thigh.

“I can go beat him up for you,” Sakura offered, but Suzuka shook her head.

“No need. Life has beat that man up enough. Will you stay here, with me, Saku? I just don’t want to be alone. I don’t think he is stupid enough to try to come in here, but I just don’t want to be by myself.” She sighed, trying to block Miroku’s touches from her mind. She had spent years building her protective emotional fortress, only to have a simple monk come along and knock it down within a few hours.

Sakura nodded and helped her sister to stand and eased her into the high four poster bed. One good thing was that on an outing to the village with Sesshoumaru, they came across a Roman that had just left the Vatican, claiming to have helped to paint the ceilings of the church, and had many drawings of ornate beds, and Sesshoumaru was drawn to the comfortable looking beds. He commissioned for many to be built and sent from Rome to Japan, paying three of Tenchi’s salaries for a year for each bed. They were made from fine mahogany and were firm and rested well. Sakura liked her sister’s bed more, as she broke her bed by jumping on it, and Sesshoumaru refused to replace it, claiming she would have to pay for it. She climbed beside her sister and placed her head on the pillow next to her and sighed. She had such high hopes for Miroku, and even though she realized there was more to the story, she prayed that the monk would be the key to her sister’s happiness.

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A/N: I'm unsure whether to add the other text or make another new chapter. I'll write some more and see how it goes. And I bet no one was expecting that lime, huh?