Truths Tears

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Chapter Fifteen ~ My Reason


“Our small group of wanderers left the next morning, and over the next couple of weeks something within your mother changed. She was still the same but she seemed older, its really hard to explain, Taro. But your mother had found some form of peace between herself and Inu Yasha’s death, she l lol loved him and I know she still does but she fell in love again. With your father....”


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Wisps of light bounced off the immaculate gold and white robes that covered the Dragon King’s body. The silk moved and shimmered and reminded Kagome of water, she had to literally force her eyes to move away from the beauty of his clothes. Hazel eyes traveled upward, from the layers of silk that just couldn’t get dirty, to the rich locks of golden hair that curled sensuously in intricate patterns throughout its length.


‘Whoa. He must spend hours sitting in a chair for his hair to look like that.’ With a quick glance over at herself, Kagome sighed, ‘Perfect hair, perfect clothes. And look at me. I need a bath.’


Violet eyes watched in keen interest as the only female in their small party began to mutter and glare in the direction of the Dragon King. Both eyebrow and lip quirked as the young woman proceeded to straighten out her clothing by picking each individual piece of sand from the fabric.


“My young Miko, are you all right?” By now the rest of the group had stopped, each one observing as the woman fidgeted with her clothing.


Lost in her simple pursuit to tidy herself off, Kagome didn’t notice she was the only one walking. Slowly her eyes did come up and met with several pairs of quizzical and amused eyes.


“What?”


Several smiles appeared only to be bitten back and hidden as their amusement quickly turned into wide-eyed innocence.


“What are you doing, Kagome?” Only the innocence of a child is far more curious than that of an adults.


Cheeks flushed and hazel eyes widened, “Ah-um. There a bia bit of dirt on my shirt, so I was brushing it off.”


Miroku coughed, loudly.


Ryu frowned. “Why do you bother? You will simply get dirty again before we reach a rng png place tonight.”


Kagome flushed deeper, “I know. But it’s just that, it’s just.” Floundering for words, Kagome looked to Miroku for help.


Carefully he schooled his expression to observation before he softly answered for Kagome, “I believe what Kagome is trying to say is that, your clothes never soil and she is feeling rather rumpled.”


Ryu’s bright eyes widened in understanding before waving off her worry with his hand. “Do not worry, my young Miko, you’re merely human. Besides the amount of dust on you, you smell quite pleasant, quite unlike the rest of your kind.” His graceful fingers carefully smoothed the wrinkles from his garb, murmuring offhandedly while he strode forward, “and much better than the monk that travels with us.”


Kagome coughed in her effort to hold back her laughter.


Miroku twitched then wondered if it would be a sin to bind a God.


Shippo giggled, his eyes slanted in mischief, and took a deep sniff around Miroku’s should He He barely contained the laughter as he felt the monk tense under his small feet.
“You know. I think Ryu’s right. You need a bath, Miroku.”


Months ago that comment would have been directed toward Inu Yasha and he would have engaged in a merry little chase with the intention of violence. Only now, it was Miroku as he glared threatening at the young fox before flashing a very lethal smirk. One that could only mean that he had quite a few happy thoughts floating around his mind, and none of them, Shippo would enjoy.


‘Eeping’, Shippo lunged from his place on Miroku’s shoulder and ran for the safety of Kagome’s arms. Only to then peer over her shoulder in defiance and blow silent raspberries at the furious monk.


With one last raspberry, Shippo turned and cuddled deep into Kagome’s loving embrace and shivered. Miroku could be one scary monk.


The rest of the afternoon was spent in near silence, Ryu, insatiable in his curiosity, often stopped their party to poke, prod and ask questions. His newest interest lied in Kagome’s bicycle.


“...okay just push that peddle and then follow through with the next...great You got it, now just keep your bala....oh no Are you okay?”


Miroku watched with one dark eyebrow lifted in amusement as they’re newest traveling companion fell off of Kagome’s bicycle. It certainly couldn’t be healthy laughing at a God, but with Ryu, that’s about all you ever did in his presence.


“I think, my young Miko, that I will simply walk from now on. My posterior simply cannot handle another fall such as that, nor my pride.” Ryu spoke as he patted the dust from his clothes.


Kagome giggled. She couldn’t help it. It was times like this that she was happy that the Dragon King decided to travel with them. His curiosity with anything ‘human’ was insatiable, and he simply had to try everything once. Her bike on the other hand, every other day with the same result: peddle, shake, fall on butt.


“Ryu, you know your going to give it a go tomorrow, so why wait to embarrass yourself then and try it one more time.” Kagome spoke, laughter in her eyes.
One well-groomed eyebrow arched over Ryu’s yellow eyes and a small smirk touched the corners of his lips, “Why indeed.” Was all that he said a aga again attempted the strange contraption from Kagome’s time.


Miroku shook his head as a chuckle broke free from his throat, Ryu just never knew when to give up. Miroku knew better than to mention that “he” had succeeded on the strange device on his first time.


Without fail, a loud “oof” rang once more through the valley as the Dragon King once again introduced himself with the not so soft dirt beneath him.


Traveling with a God did have its perks, aside from the constant laughter they all shared, Miroku no longer had to weasel a resting place in the evenings. At one glance the residents of the villages would recognize Ryu as a lord and beg them to stay at their homes. It was no different on this night than on any of the others, as Kagome and company were currently resting their full stomachs and watched as day turned to night in a brilliant show of color.


Ryu had excused himself for the evening an hour ago with a sleepy kitsune in his arms, his eyes sparkling. An occurrence that Kagome and Miroku had come to realize meant he ksomesomething they did not. For quite some time neither one of them spoke, they merely enjoyed the companionable silence.


A soft chuckle sounded from beside Kagomeshe she smirked and raised a questioning eyebrow in Miroku’s direction.


Miroku smiled broadly, “Do you think, perhaps, that our friend has either a horrible sense of balance and can’t keep himself on the bicycle, or that he is simply doing it for the attention?”


Kagome laughed, “I think it’s all show. I’ve noticed that he rather enjoys being in the spotlight. Or the center of attention so to say.”


Their shared laughter broke through the gentle quiet of the twilight as they silently shared the tranquility of the setting sun. The separate hues of gold and red danced across the sky giving a romantic setting to all those still awake to witness.


With a soft sigh Kagome lost herself in the romance of the moment, leaned back her voice hushed, she murmured, “It never fails to amaze mehow how beautiful the sunsets are in this time. So vast and the horizon is so completely empty from the blemishes caused by my times large cities.”


Miroku’s gaze turned away from the heavens to study the young woman next to him.


“I agree, Kagome. The scenery is quite beautiful.”


Drawing her eyes away, Kagome turned to look at the man beside her. A light blush stained her cheeks when she realized the direction of his comment.


A gently wicked smile rose the corners of his lips as Miroku spoke easily, “I do love sunsets, the bashful red highlights of the sky seem to bring a sense of wonder and mystery to the rare beauty of the skies.”


Kagome felt her cheeks flush deeper and she was certain that even in the dimmed light she resembled a tomato at the moment. Not knowing how to respond to the comment he bestowed upon her, Kagome smiled awkwardly and turned away from the eerie look in Miroku’s eyes.


With a smirk Miroku turned his attention back to the sunset and sighed. What was he doing? Was he seriously trying to encourage something between Kagome and himself? His eyes widened as he realized he was. The gentleman in him was scolding, she had just lost the man she loved But the MAN in him was wondering why in the world was he even sitting here thinking about it. Sure she had lost Inu Yasha, but she was acting favorable to his advances. Glancing to his side, Miroku was again taken aback by the image Kagome made. The retreating sunlight created a halo around her form, glinting off her hair and casting shadows across her soft skin. Miroku was completely taken by the natural beauty that seemed to surround her at the very moment, the innocence in her relaxed shoulders and the purity that rolled off her in waves. She was simply a flame and Miroku was nothing more than the moth.


Kagome sighed as the retreating light both warmed and cooled her skin. Had Miroku been speaking about her or the sunset? Part of her hoped he had but another part wondered if maybe she should cool his heals. Everything, anymore, tended to wither and die under her love and care. Perhaps it was the curse’s touch on her; instead of her death it brought the death of those she loved.


Glancing to her side, Kagome’s eyes locked with Miroku’s. Flushing once more she lowered her gaze only to gasp out softly when she felt his warm touch on hein. in. His hand easily guided her up up and her hooded eyes lifted to once more look into his violet gaze. He looked sad, but then also enlightened, determined yet reluctantly so.


“Miroku?”


“What do you want Kagome?”


Kagome started, “What are you talking about, Miroku?”


His eyes never broke contact with hers as he leaned forward, “It’s a simple question, Lady Kagome. What do you want?”


Kagome’s eyes widened, he had again added the honorific to her name. Carefully she pulled away from his touch as she answered softly, “I want Sango to be happy.”


His voice was cool as he too pulled away, his eyes hard as he spoke, “Your being selfish.”


Kagome’s eyes snapped in anger, her gentle gaze turned furious, “How is that selfish?”


Miroku’s voice remained calm while he explained, “by your wishing for Sango’s happiness, your forgetting about your own. Or perhaps doing something selfless when in fact you only want to be selfish. Thus in fact canceling out the selflessness of the act because you will become jealous of her happy life. You, Kagome, are being selfish because you won’t give yourself a chance,” leaning forward, Miroku’s voice dropped an octave as he continued, “You won’t give me a chance.”


Kagome swore her heart skipped a beat by the look in his eyes as he spoke. Unable to hold his gaze, she turned her head away. Hiding her eyes in the shadows of the rningning light, “Miroku, there can’t be an us.”


Miroku reached out, turned her face and stared hard into her eyes, “Why, Kagome. Tell me why.”


She jerked from his touch and quickly rose to her feet, “Because It’s just not fair to Sango It’s not fair to Inu Yasha ” Tears had begun to pool in the corners of her eyes as she fought the urge to run away, “Because, Miroku, it wouldn’t be fair to you. I can’t love you like I love Inu Yasha. I can’t give you what I’ve given him.”


Without hesitation, Miroku stood and took a step toward her. His eyes narrowing as he followed with another step then another until he was standing nose to nose to her.


“Lady Kagome, I don’t want what you’ve given Inu Yasha. I’m not worried about your love, but I want you to give me a chance.” Towering over her, Miroku easily captured her wrists and pressed her hands to his chest, “Kagome, give me a chance. Your love will come in time, but mine, my love, is already here. Under your hand, beating within my chest is my love, my heart. You have my heart, not Sango, not anyone, just you.”


Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as Kagome shuttered, “No, God Miroku, no.”


Frustration welled up within Miroku as he jerked her closer, “Dammit Kagome Didn’t you hear me. I. Love. You ” His cry was broken and filled with desperation and without thought his lips crashed upon hers in an attempt to make her understand. To make her see that he couldn’t live without her, she was his life, she was all he wanted.


A shiver rose up from the center of her being. There was nothing beyond this moment. Nothing except the man and held her. They were no longer a lecherous monk and a powerful Miko. They were merely a man and a woman. Everything that had happened before, every battle, every tear, all of the endless days and nights of searching for the jewel shards and now the jewel - all of it vanished before the feeling of destiny held them in its embrace.


And then his lips were on hers, hard and demanding only to turn to a gentle coaxior hor her to respond. Kagome, in all truth, needed very little coaxing to open to his insistent kiss. She soon found herself drowning in pure delight, falling into some magical chasm where only she and Miroku existed.


Pulling away from the kiss no words were expressed as they looked to each another for they’re answers and understanding. They knew what they wanted, needed, and it was each other.


Taking her hand, Miroku tenderly led her to his room and after shutting the world out they came together with an urgency previously unknown to them.

Kagome pulled his head down to hers and kissed him. It was a passionate and desperate kiss, a shamelessly bold move on her part. But she was too completely awash in her own emotions to care.


Kagome’s passionate kiss seemed to fire Miroku even further. From her lips, down her neck he planted hot reverent kisses, as if branding her has his and his alone. Kagome felt as if she was being devoured by him, she tossed back her head. Everything in her responded to his gentle touch, clever fingers and knowing lips. Gasping, Kagome’s hands pushed his clothing from his body. Running her fingers across the hard planes of his chest and stomach before her hand closed over him intimately. Her name on his lips, Miroku gently removed her hand from his body.


A flicker of mischievousness flashed in his eyes as Miroku made short work of Kagome’s clothing. Her silent question of his ability to remove her future clothing died a quick death as his lips claimed hers. They moved slowly until Kagome found her back pressed onto the soft padding of Miroku’s futon, his body above hers and his eyes burning. Slowly his knee parted Kagome’s thighs and in response Kagome lifted her hips. Then with a sureness that stole her breath away, he pressed into her. Hips rising and falling, pressing deeply into her.


Kagome rubbed against him, her breasts flush to his chest, her thumbnail traced the length of his spine. He shuddered, groaned, buried his face in the curve of her neck.


They moved together, slowly at first, catching a rhythm that satisfied and prolonged their mutual pleasure. There were no missteps as they moved, it was as if they had spent their lives waiting for this night. He held her closely, surrounding her, protecting her. Kagome cried out, calling out his broken name as she shuddered against him. Miroku’s body seemed to absorb her pleasure until it was his own. His body tensed over her own and he too shuddered softly uttering a soft groan of pleasure.


Tenderly Kagome pushed the inky loose strands of hair from his face and smiled.


“Thank you.”


Soft, muffled laughter tickled the sensitive hairs on Kagome’s neck as Miroku nuzzled her before lifting a shaky hand and caressing her cheek. Turning his face away from her shoulder, Miroku tenderly gazed at her profile as he whispered, “I’ll always be with you, Kagome. You’ve given me a reason to go on.”


Soft sobs broke through the tightness that had formed in Kagome’s throat. Lovingly she cupped his hand against her cheek and turned her neck to stare into his soft gaze. Her eyes speaking the words that her lips were unable to say.


“I love you . . . ”


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Morning came, casting its loving gaze upon the land, waking the day creatures and sending to bed the night. Rays of light pushed through the reed curtain and smiled upon the sleeping lovers, gently coaxing them to wakefulness.


Hooded violet eyes already awake gazed upon the young face of his love. When had he fallen in love with this strange woman from the future, he didn’t know. He just knew that the pure joy, adoration, and love had hit him last night when Kagome had gazed into his eyes. Tenderly his pressed a soft kiss to her forehead causing the slumbering woman to slowly wake, her face turning to feel his mouth against her own.


Sighing lightly, Kagome awoke feeling warm and secure. Her lovers tender kiss leading her away from the land of dreams. She curled around him, sleepily breaking off the kiss and snuggling deeper into his chest and the blankets.


“Five more minutes,” her muffled voice sounded from his chest.


Miroku chuckled huskily as he rolled her swiftly to her back pinning her beneath him with a soft cry.


“I have a better idea,” were the only words he spoke and Kagome quickly caught his meaning as a warm blush rose to her cheeks.


Swiftly Miroku captured her lips in a kiss and again they lost themselves in the passion of their souls. Their movements were soft and graceful, their touches firm and fleeting heirheir desire drove them toward their goal. Quickly their lovemaking became more insistent as feathered caresses firmed, tender kisses became inflamed, and the gentle rocking a demanding thrust.


Kagome’s hands fisted against Miroku’s shoulder, her back arching and hips rising when she fell over the precipice of sensations. A tired smile touched her lips at the sound of Miroku’s orgasm as he too was lost in the intensity of their joining.


Panting against her ear, he chuckled softly his hips still pressing against her in a sleepy languid motion.


His laughter was lost to her yet it was addictive as she too began to giggle lightly. Small moans eased from her as Miroku continued to move against her, enjoying the sensations of their joined bodies for as long as they could.


Their time was not long and soon they heard soft and slightly rushed footsteps before Miroku’s door. Miroku laughed as Kagome pushed him from her and ducked further under the blankets just in time for the door to come flying open.


“Lord Monk, I have a question I must press...to...ahem. Well, good morning my young Miko, feeling well?”


Ryu’s shocked expression only lasted a moment as he leaned against the door jam, one eyebrow raised in mock interest.


Kagome groaned softly from under the covers before peeking her face out from beneath the blanket.


“Quite well, Ryu. And you?”


Miroku didn’t bother holding back his laughter when Ryu answered.


“Well, I couldn’t possibly be doing nearly as well as you my dear. But I am sure I received much more sleep.” His yellow eyes twinkled with mirth as Kagome’s cheeks flamed again and she dived back under the covers.


A mumbled, “shut up” was all that could be heard and both men laughed at her antics.


Chuckling softly Ryu bowed before turning to leave, “I will wait for you to join me for breakfast, we have much we need to discuss.” And with that the door was slid shut leaving Miroku and Kagome alone once more.


Miroku eased the covers back, his expression soft and smiling at the woman that peeked up at him. Her creamy flesh exposed to him in the daylight roused Miroku enough to ravish her once more before they finally rose for the morning, dressed and met with Ryu for breakfast.


Obviously he had decided against waiting for them before he ate, but refrained from any comments as htchetched with amused eyes as Kagome fidgeted and ate the food set before her. He had news of the jewel, but he would wait patiently for his companions to finish their meal. His news was not good, the Tama was close and it was calling out for him.


His journey would be over soon.


TBC...

A/N:

Mystic: *glowering* I don’t wanna

Inca: *blinks innocently* what?

Mystic: *growls* NOPE Not going to do it

Inca: *sighs* Come ON Its been a year, the fic has to end soon.

Mystic: *cries* but, but, but

Inca: *rolls eyes* I’ve told you, 2 more chapters. *gains a wicked glint* besides after this you have 4 other stories you need to post.

Mystic: *giggles insanely* oh...hehe.

Inca: *turns to readers* Yup, two chapters left Maybe 3, depending on what SHE decides.

Mystic: *nods* things will start making sense soon Keep the Pepsi donations coming...*glares* but I will no longer receive unmarked packages

Inca: *breaks into hysterics*


Reviewer Responses~

moonsiren06: The main idea for our creation of this fic was to try to write a story where nothing has been done before. It is so incredibly difficult to come up with ideas that no one has used before. The way Inu Yasha dies, well, we love the guy to pieces and would probably throw a fit if he did die, but in a way that seems more like how he would die for us. Thank you for reading and we hope you enjoy the next chapter as well.

Ducusdraconis: *laughs* dead on! Good work. We hope we didn’t confuse you too terribly bad, although it took us till chapter 13 to figure out what we were actually doing. We love Ryu! We’ve worked very hard to keep him from turning into a Gary Stu. His personality is sooo diverse we honestly don’t know how he’s going to react with each scene.

Mirai-Xenia: Ryu is such a wicked bastard. *laughs* Will our dear Kagome ever get a break... sadly, not in our story. The next couple of chapters will tie everything together, there’s only maybe two to three left. The Mir/Kag pairing has interested us too, check out our fav list, there’s a lot of top notch M/K stories there. *huggles Miroku plushie* We wuv our wittle monky poo.

ShawnHorwood: Thank you for reading, we’re glad your enjoying the story so far.

Jasmine Fields: *laughs sheepishly* We’re glad your enjoying the fic, and even though we hate making people cry, we’re glad to hear that the emotional roller coaster we created worked. Its always nice to see something come together after so many months of hard work.

Miztikal Dragon: *giggles* we only kept you in the dark for one chapter. Now the answer is out there and you now know. Thank you for staying with us for so long, its nice to know people are truly enjoying our fanfiction. Non-cannon pairings are hard to write with the lack of faithful readers. And for more fictions...well... lets just say that the plot bunnies are going insane. (We’re currently stuffing them in the closet, but its getting kinda full...*nervous laughter*)

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