The Gods' Affairs
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Category:
InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › InuYasha/Kagome
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,670
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Chapter 2
Okay, this is going to be a short chapter, but hopefully I'll have time to spruce [the story] up a little more later!
Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Not me.
Miroku stomped down the marble stairs, nearly slipping once or twice in his ultimate fury. The fog laden mountain top was doing nothing to improve his mood, either. His hurried steps led him into Sesshoumaru's antechambers, then into the Love God's war room itself. The placid deity looked up, frowning (his eyebrows and lips moved a fraction of a millimetre lower) slightly at his brother's best (and only) friend. The boy's face had turned a very ungodlike shade of red, and he seemed to be shaking very badly. Then the nearly unthinkable happened. Miroku took a swing at Sesshoumaru.
It wasn't that people didn't often want and try to take out the Warlord of Love. It was just that after witnessing what happened to those people, rational and clear thinking beings would never ever try it. Miroku had now lost that distinction.
As his carcass pulled itself slowly and disgustingly back together (Miroku thanked his lucky constellation for that near indestructible string of fate), and Sesshoumaru finished cleaning his sword, the cold God of Love spoke.
"Why did you attack this Sesshoumaru, cretin?"
As the memory reached Miroku's reformed brain, his now-working lips screamed.
"You fucking bastard! Don't you know what you've done to him?!"
Sesshoumaru blinked in shock at this uncouth use of language.
"Of what do you speak?"
Miroku's arms were working by this point, and he hoisted his upper body up further towards the tall god. His normally congenial expression now riddled with anger.
"You've broken him! He's supposed to be *Ai*. Love! Not *IN LOVE* He's not fun, or angry, and you can't even piss him off!"
Consider that a teaser, because I currently hate my computer. But the lemon is coming soon!
Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Not me.
Miroku stomped down the marble stairs, nearly slipping once or twice in his ultimate fury. The fog laden mountain top was doing nothing to improve his mood, either. His hurried steps led him into Sesshoumaru's antechambers, then into the Love God's war room itself. The placid deity looked up, frowning (his eyebrows and lips moved a fraction of a millimetre lower) slightly at his brother's best (and only) friend. The boy's face had turned a very ungodlike shade of red, and he seemed to be shaking very badly. Then the nearly unthinkable happened. Miroku took a swing at Sesshoumaru.
It wasn't that people didn't often want and try to take out the Warlord of Love. It was just that after witnessing what happened to those people, rational and clear thinking beings would never ever try it. Miroku had now lost that distinction.
As his carcass pulled itself slowly and disgustingly back together (Miroku thanked his lucky constellation for that near indestructible string of fate), and Sesshoumaru finished cleaning his sword, the cold God of Love spoke.
"Why did you attack this Sesshoumaru, cretin?"
As the memory reached Miroku's reformed brain, his now-working lips screamed.
"You fucking bastard! Don't you know what you've done to him?!"
Sesshoumaru blinked in shock at this uncouth use of language.
"Of what do you speak?"
Miroku's arms were working by this point, and he hoisted his upper body up further towards the tall god. His normally congenial expression now riddled with anger.
"You've broken him! He's supposed to be *Ai*. Love! Not *IN LOVE* He's not fun, or angry, and you can't even piss him off!"
Consider that a teaser, because I currently hate my computer. But the lemon is coming soon!