Household of Three (aka My Boyfriend's Brother)

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Thanks for the first review Yukihime. I'm reposting my first story, My Boyfriend's Brother but I'm editing the first chapters so that they make more sense. I may even cut out later scenes that I deem unnecessary. Once I've hit the limit of the material I have at my disposal I'm going to finally put the last chapters in some semblance of order and end this thing....

Summary: The woods...




Chapter Two

It was late afternoon by the time they made it back to the cave. Although injured, Kagome volunteered to gather kindling to restart the fire. Miroku had fallen sleep and let the fire die. They had found Shippo curled up happily on the monk’s belly when they returned.

The undergrowth was still damp and it was difficult to find twigs that were dry enough. Without realising it, Kagome was venturing deeper into the woods and further away from her friends and the relative safety of the campsite.

Deciding that she had gathered enough kindling, she turned and began the trek back. Her foot caught on a tree root concealed in the undergrowth and she went sprawling, her eyes wide.

“Uff!”

The fruits of her labour scattered, she drew herself up into a sitting position. One of her knees was bleeding. She sighed.

“Great!”

She rummaged in her pocket for a clean tissue. Then she drew the leg up and pressed it to the wound. A twig snapped nearby. Kagome looked up. Sesshomaru was standing no more than six feet away from her. He was holding a twig in his hand. The end of it was jagged. He let it drop.

“Eeep!”

She stared at him the way one does at a caged tiger. Appreciate its beauty but never forget the potential for violence in its body. Though its eyes may be dull, given the chance it will attack and kill if provoked. She realised he had broken that twig to taunt her.

The question is why? Why is he bothering with me? Does he want revenge for earlier on? That a mere ningen should surprise him, dare to touch him, Sesshomaru-sama, the great daiyoukai? Was it so humiliating for him to actually react to being touched somewhere as sensitive as his face? I guess I’ll find out…

The incident had never been far from her thoughts throughout the day. She was shocked by the very notion that she should have gotten away with touching his regal personage and lived to tell the tale. As she stared up at him, she could not help but recall how silky smooth and warm his skin had been under her fingers. It was smoother than her own soft skin.

She became aware of the coolness of a breeze around her groin and the tops of her thighs. She looked down and realised she was flashing her underwear for the second time that day. She lowered her leg, her face slowly turned red. She looked back to Sesshomaru. The corners of his mouth were turned up as if she had done something amusing.

“Sesshomaru. What…”

She never got to finish the sentence. He moved in an amazing blur of speed. She choked. His hand was clamped around her delicate throat, pinning her to a tree. The sleeve of the kimono had fallen away revealing the stripes on his wrist. She clawed at that wrist, but to no avail. His grip did not loosen, even when her fingernails drew blood.

Does he feel pain at all?

Sesshomaru’s face was impassive. She had a sense that he was waiting, as if he expected something of her.

“Please…”

Her voice came out as a scratch. He let go of her neck so abruptly she fell forward. He put his hand on her injured shoulder and pushed her backwards. She fell back against the tree with a cry.

“Aaahhh!”

She squeezed her eyes shut. She was not sure which part of her to clutch, her injured shoulder or her bruised throat. He had aggravated the wound when he pushed her against the tree. Tears sprang to her eyes.

“Let that be a lesson to you”, he said, “You will not be so familiar when you address me, human, or next time I will kill you.”

Kagome gasped for breath, afraid to look him in the eye lest he should hurt her again.

Where the hell is Inuyasha when I need him? Even if I cried out to him now, he would not hear me. Sesshomaru has done a job on my throat…

Carefully Sesshomaru put two clawed fingers under her chin. She caught her breath.

“Look at me when I talk to you”, he said.

Kagome raised her head, knowing first hand what those claws could do. He could melt her into a puddle of goo without a second thought. His arm dropped by his side again. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. She stared at him in disbelief.

“I called you Sesshomaru instead of Sesshomaru-sama”, she said, “That’s why you choked me? That’s so petty…”

Sesshomaru made an inelegant snort.

“If I choked you, human, you would not be watching me with those insolent eyes now”, he said, “You would be dead. I was merely disciplining a lowly human as is my right.”

“Is that what you call it?!”

Her voice was raspy. A small furrow appeared between his eyebrows.

“Alter your tone or be punished. Would you like a new set of scars to keep company with those I gave you this morning?”

“Not particularly… How do you know you cut me?”

He stared at her for a long moment. In which time Kagome seriously wondered if he was planning to turn her into his next meal.

“I licked your blood off my claws when I left you”, he said finally.

She made a face; surprised he had given her an explanation at all. He was just so damned snotty.

“Ugh!”, she said.

“My thoughts exactly, human. Your blood is a little salty for my taste.”

She suddenly felt sick. Her face paled. Sesshomaru placed his hand on tree by the side of her head. He leaned into her. His hakama brushed her legs. She jerked backwards but there was nowhere to go.

What the hell is he doing?

She bumped her head against the tree.

“Ow!”, she cried.

“I can tell that sickens you, wench. How your attitude has changed since this morning! You did not mind me being this close to you then.”

She tried to sidestep him. He moved his body, blocking her escape route. She stared up at him angrily.

You bastard! Are you going to kill me or are you just playing with me?! I would have thought you’d be above playing dominance games with a human?! Gorgeous or not, I don’t want this kind of attention!

“Ah! The fire returns”, he said.

There was a warmth in his voice as if the situation amused him. He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her against the tree again. She gasped in pain. He leaned towards her. For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her. His face only a few inches away from hers, she noted just how long and curling his silver eyelashes were.

“Tell me, human”, he said, “What dirty little fantasises do you have about me? Am I a caring, considerate lover?”

His voice was low and so very sexy. Her body stiffened as she fought the urge not to shiver. He was so close she could feel his body heat, his breath on her skin. His lips were a delicate pink colour. They looked soft and kissable. Kagome began to sweat. Inuyasha claimed that Sesshomaru smelled like a wet dog but Kagome’s nose made him a liar.

She could smell his metallic tang of his armour, the warm odour of the fur pelt he carried, even the oil he used to maintain his swords but she also smelled soap and a hint of cologne. Her panicked brain carefully separated the scents. Underneath it all was the woody, spicy, musky scent of his skin. It threatened to overwhelm her senses.

God, he even smells gorgeous! I must be crazy. He’s about to kill me and all I’m thinking about is how great he smells!

Her eyes were wide. The sweat on her skin collected on her upper lip. It pooled under her breasts, in the small of her back and in any available crease on her body. Her heart was thumping in her chest. She was sure he could hear it, taste her fear as keenly as he could smell the sweat on her skin. She swallowed.

“Sometimes…”, she admitted.

Her voice sounded strangled to her own ears. The corners of Sesshomaru’s mouth twitched. His eyes glittered as if he was fighting laughter.

“Hah!”, he cried, “Reality must be so disappointing for you! My dear little brother must be a very poor lover indeed if you are fantasizing about this Sesshomaru who would rather kill you and consume your flesh, than copulate with you. Does he not know how to keep you satisfied?”

“We haven’t…”

His surprise showed on his face. She noted the subtle movements of his eyelids and eyebrows, the slight parting of his lips as if she was saving the memory for detailed recollection.

“You have not had sex with him yet?”, he enquired, “Little wonder you are so frustrated, wench. Is Inuyasha really so unwilling? Does he still pine for the affections of a dead woman?”

She saw something in his eyes.

Is it pity? Did he pity me?!

She did not question why. Her anger flared.

“My name is Kagome!”, she cried, “Stop calling me, human or wench God! If you’re going to kill me could you at least hurry up and get it over with it?! I thought even you were honourable enough to give an enemy a quick death!”

For the second time in the space of a few moments, the demon lord looked surprised. He rapidly recovered. His eyes narrowed. He shoved his knee roughly between her thighs pinning her lower body against the tree.

The little miko gasped, very aware of the parts of her he was touching with that muscular thigh, places Inuyasha had not touched her with his hands. Fear rose in her throat. The blood pounding in her head threatened to deafen her.

He is going to kill me, but he's going to rape me first! Oh God! No!

“Are you going to rape me?”, she said.

Her voice failed her. It was barely a whisper. Sesshomaru’s eyes narrowed. He looked at her with utter distain.

“Is that one of your sick little fantasises?”, he said, “I would never sink to such depths, sully myself by resorting to such measures, even if it would hurt my half-breed brother….”

He grasped a handful of her hair. He turned an interested gaze on her.

“Though in a certain light, you are almost tolerable to look at human female...”

Kagome gasped.

“No”, she whispered, “Please… Anything but that…”

He stared down at her.

“Did you not hear what I said?”, he said, “I do not rape for my carnal pleasure. I will only partake of the pleasures of the flesh when a female gives herself to me willingly…”

He could see that Kagome was not really listening. The fear had taken hold. A small furrow appeared between his perfect eyebrows. His face dropped towards hers. Kagome pressed the back of her head into the tree, pulling painfully on her hair clutched in his hand. She swallowed.

Is he really going to add insult to dishonour by expecting me to kiss him? Not that I can stop him…

He followed as if it were some kind of flirtatious game. The pain in her scalp ceased when he let go of her hair. She did not have time to wonder why when his mouth came down on hers. He kissed her, just a soft brush of lips. Her eyes were open, giving her an odd close up view of his face. Sesshomaru drew back. He was met with utter confusion.

“I thought…”

“What did you think, wench?”, he said softly, “This Sesshomaru is many things but not a rapist. You do not believe it or you would not have let me take a kiss. You would have fought me as you fought me when I held your delicate neck, afraid that I would crush it…”

The back of his fingers trailed gently down the side of her face. His hand dropped a short distance and settled lightly on her shoulder. The tenderness of the caress alone did not make her tremble. It was the look in his eyes. He was looking at her as if he wanted her.

God! I must have hit my head harder than I thought… Maybe I passed out and this is a dream? Either that or he's clearly gone insane! Maybe some evil sorceress put a spell on him for rejecting her so he would fall in love with somebody he hates? Or Rin put some funny mushrooms in his food this morning...

Any of those seemed like a plausible explanations, no matter how far fetched they seemed. That was until he leaned down and kissed her again, increasing the gentle pressure this time. Suddenly she did not care anymore. His mouth was so warm, so silky as it rubbed against hers. She closed her eyes and kissed him back.

No, this is definitely not a dream. I couldn’t have imagined anything this good…

He took his hand off her shoulder. Then she felt the press of it on her waist. The tension went out of his thigh between her legs yet he did not move it from position.

The tree bark was slimy beneath her hands. She rubbed her hands on the sides of her skirt, not wanting to sully Sesshomaru’s ethereally white kimono. Her small hands trailed across the cold, hardness of his breastplate. Then they moved upwards and touched the soft, warm, silk material of the kimono covering his broad, muscular chest.

His rapid heartbeat thudded under her hands. She felt the tip of his tongue press against her slightly parted lips. She opened her mouth a little wider, enough for him to slip a supple, wet tongue between her lips. Gently, he probed the inside of her mouth, at first teasing her with soft touches of his tongue, then finally caressing her tongue with his. Boldly, Kagome reciprocated.

She felt the sharpness of his fangs and tasted her own blood. The demon lord made a soft growl. She felt the vibration under her hands on his chest, all the way to her elbows. It sang through her lips and tongue. It ran down her chin and her neck until it reached her breastbone. It made her gasp in surprise, then shiver with pleasure.

His thigh rubbed against the tender area between her legs as he leaned into her, pressing her back against the tree. The smooth, silken fabric of his hakama was warm against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She moaned softly. The cotton fabric of her underwear felt like an impediment rather than a confine for her virtue. She found herself wishing that there were no clothes, no armour, and no sword to separate their bodies.

Finally they broke apart to catch their breath. Sesshomaru stared down at her with seemingly impassive eyes.

“Was that anything like your fantasises?”, Sesshomaru said, “I hope I did not disappoint…”

She ignored the sarcastic edge to his voice.

“No, you could never…”, Kagome said.

A thought occurred to her. Her eyes sparkled mischievously.

“You keep talking about my fantasises…. Do you ever think about me?”, she said.

His eyebrows lifted. The look in his eyes told her she had just said something clever. He made no answer.

“Sesshomaru-sama?”, she said, “I know I’m right…”

Kagome smiled, enjoying the notion that she had made him eat his own words. Uncharacteristically, she hoped they were very bitter to swallow. The demon lord growled. His eyes narrowed. Anger and irritation burned in their depths. She felt the sound vibrate through her hands on his chest. Her eyes widened.

God! That is so hot!

“Show me your wound”, he said.

“What? Why?”, she said in utter confusion.

“Show it to me willing or I shall tear the clothes from your body and you shall have to walk back through the forest to your campsite alone, naked as the day you were born!”

Her lips parted in surprise.

He really is ticked off!

Her bottom lip pushed outwards.

“You were being nice”, she said, “I hoped it would last...”

Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow.

“I assure you, Miko, “nice” is not a word in my vocabulary.”

She resisted the urge to snort.

I can tell!

Reluctantly Kagome took her hands off his chest. She unzipped her jacket. She popped the buttons on the neckline of her polo shirt. Sesshomaru pushed her jacket off her shoulder. He lifted the neckline of her shirt and pulled it aside so he could see the bandage. She felt the cloth give before she heard it rip

“You can smell the blood?”, she said.

His reply was a glance and a slight nod of his head. He moved the bra strap off her shoulder, looking slightly disconcerted. It occurred to her that he might not know what a bra was. She felt her breast relax in the cup without the tension of the bra strap to hold it higher than it naturally sat.

His claws brushed her skin. He tore the bandage off her shoulder exposing the wound. She winced as the surgical tape came away from tender skin. He dropped his head towards her shoulder. He inhaled the scent of her skin.

“This scent… So sweet, so innocent…”

His voice was a near whisper. It had a husky edge. It made her chest and throat tight. Her eyes widened.

Don’t I smell like sweat? He said I stunk before!

Sesshomaru sighed. Any further thoughts on the matter were interrupted when he blew softly on her skin. His breath was warm but it made her shiver.

His silver hair slid around his shoulders in a soft, swishing motion as he leaned forward. Some of it fell on her bare skin. It brushed her face. It was so soft and warm. The individual strands were almost baby fine. She trembled.

She felt the press of his tongue against the wound. She tried not to flinch.

Is he going to kill me and eat me after all?

He began to lick the wound clean with short, soft jabs of his firm, wet tongue. He clutched her upper arm to keep her still while he worked. For sometime he continued in that way, licking the wound clean. He bore down on the wound where the claw marks were deeper. The pain was just this side of pleasurable. She made a small sound in her throat.

Eventually Sesshomaru lifted his head and met her eyes. He tossed his head and his hair settled over his shoulders once again. There was a something very feminine about gesture but somehow the gorgeous demon lord pulled it off. He restrained any stray tendrils of hair behind his ears.

“You should heal, now that I have cleansed the wound properly”, he said, “Any trace of poison is gone.”

“There was poison in the wound?!”

Her jaw dropped in surprise. She promptly closed her mouth again when Sesshomaru raised an elegant eyebrow.

“A trace”, he said, “Did you not find the wound painful?”

“Yes, but when Sango examined the wound she said it wasn’t discoloured…”

“It would have taken time to discolour. The amount of poison was minute but it would almost certainly have killed you within a day or two…”

“Eh, great! Thanks… So you’re immune to your own poison?”

He raised an eyebrow. Kagome’s cheeks flushed.

“Sorry, silly question… I was just wondering… Do I still have to call you Sesshomaru-sama though you put your tongue in my mouth and you licked my wound clean?”

Sesshomaru made no reply. His strong fingers closed around her throat and squeezed. Panic rose in her chest. Her body went rigid with fear. He loosened his grip, so it was just comfortable to breathe.

The corners of his mouth turned up into a malicious smile. A dark light burned in his eyes. He deliberately rubbed his thigh between her legs. Kagome shuddered and moaned, hating him in that moment.

“You bastard”, she said softly.



“Kagome! Kagome!”

In the distance, Inuyasha was calling her name.

“Kagome!”

That was Miroku’s voice. Sesshomaru sniffed the air. He turned his head to look over his shoulder giving her the benefit of gazing upon his perfect profile. The markings on his cheek disappeared into his hair close to the ear. His almost delicate-looking pointed, pixie ear was lightly tinged with pink like the inside of a shell.

The sudden movement had upset the collar of his kimono, baring a long line of his pale neck and a glimpse of collarbone. He turned to face her. She could feel his eyes on her. She realised she was staring. She met his eyes. Her cheeks flushed.

“Are you done staring at me?”, he said.

He made no attempt to adjust the collar of his kimono.

“Yes.”

He let go of her neck to brush her cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“Why do your cheeks flush such an endearing shade of pink?”, he said, “Are you embarrassed?”

“Yes!”

The corner of his mouth twitched.

“Do not be”, he said, “This Sesshomaru is used to the whimsical reactions of dim-witted females to his appearance.”

Kagome huffed in annoyance.

“Why you…”

He gripped her throat again reminding her that he was in charge. Her eyelids fluttered in panic. This did not go unnoticed by Sesshomaru. Inuyasha and Miroku’s voices were coming closer.

“Your little friends are looking for you”, he said, “Why do you not call out to them?”

Kagome’s facial expression was a question.

“Ah!”, he said, “You do not want them to find you in such a compromising position…”

Laughter glittered in his eyes. He pressed his lips to hers one last time. Then he was gone, leaving her gasping. She touched her tender throat. Then she looked down. Her clothes were dishevelled and dirty. The shoulder of her shirt was torn. The wound however, did not look as bad now, not as bad as it had earlier.

She remembered something her science teacher had said about saliva having antiseptic qualities, even if the human mouth was rife with bacteria. A dog’s mouth contained fewer bacteria.

Does that mean a demon dog lord’s saliva might possibly have healing properties?

Her friends’ voices were coming closer. She stood up and fixed her clothes as best she could. Then she smoothed her hair.



“Inuyasha! Miroku! I’m here!”, Kagome cried.

She walked in the direction she thought their voices were coming from. Inuyasha bounded through the trees and landed in a crouched position in front of her. He straightened up. Seeing her dishevelled state he cupped the side of her face in one hand. He put two fingers under her chin to tilt her head upward and surveyed the bruises that were forming on her neck.

“Are you alright?”, he said, “What happened to you?”

His large golden eyes were soft with concern.

“I fell”, Kagome said, making a show of being annoyed, “I’m fine.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Eh, because of your naturally suspicious nature…”

He lifted his eyebrows.

“Only because you give me reason not to”, he said, “I believe you might have cut your knee and gotten dirty from a fall but you didn’t get those marks on your neck from falling on your face... They look awful!”

She pulled a face.

“Thanks!”, she said sarcastically.

Inuyasha ignored her. He was sniffing the air.

“That stench… I’d know it anywhere… Sesshomaru! He was here!”

Kagome tried to hide the widening of her eyes. She should have known she could not fool Inuysasha’s nose. He frowned. His nose dropped towards her. He sniffed her hair, her face, her neck, and her shoulder.

Kagome pushed his face away as his nose dropped towards her breasts. Automatically she clutched the breast pocket of her jacket. That was where she had secreted the strands of Sesshomaru’s hair.

“His smell… It’s all over you!”, Inuyasha cried, “What did he do to you? How badly did he hurt you?”

He was concerned again, then angry. He gripped her chin and her shoulder. Kagome winced in pain. He adjusted his hold on her injured shoulder. Kagome shook her head, which was hard to do because of his hold on her chin.

Should I try to lie? God! Why do I feel guilty all of a sudden? It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong! He’s still all hung up on Kikyo…

“I’m fine”, she said, “He didn’t lay a hand on me...”

Inuyasha let go of her chin. He put his hand on her other shoulder. He gave her a hard look.

“Tell me the truth, Kagome”, he said, “Don’t hold anything back out of some misguided female notion that if you don’t tell me what happened I won’t go after the bastard and kill him… Did he try to force himself on you to get at me, is that why his smell is all over you?”

The concern was seeping back into Inuyasha’s eyes. Kagome snorted.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Inuyasha”, she said, “Your stuck-up bastard of a brother hates humans. The idea that he should try to have sex with me… Come on! I think he’d rather bite off Jaken’s toenails and eat them!”

The half-demon’s eyes were narrowed in suspicion. Normally he would have laughed at the wisecrack.

“You’re still not telling me the whole truth, Kagome”, he said, “Why are you defending him? I know he gave you those marks on your neck…”

Kagome sighed.

“Fine”, she said, “You’re right. So he did rough me up a little…”

Not that it’s any of your business…

“Hah! I knew it!”

Inuyasha let go of her shoulders. Kagome grabbed the sleeve of Inuyasha’s haori as he walked away from her. She turned pleading doe eyes on him. Inuyasha looked at her in surprise.

“Inuyasha”, she said, “Please don’t go after him!”

“Why? Don’t tell me you’re into him, Kagome? Because if you are, that’s one feeling that’s never going to be returned!”

Her eyes went wide at Inuyasha’s moment of insight, even if it was in jest.

Don’t you think I know that? The romantic in me hopes it not all power play and the possibility of easy sex on his part, but you don’t have to be so brutal and to the point! Still, I won’t say no to sex with a hot, willing demon lord…

Her face flushed. Then the little miko threw back her head and laughed. The laughter sounded fake to her own ears.

“I believe that’s got to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever said”, Kagome said, “I’m not into Sesshomaru! I just don’t want you to go charging off after him and getting hurt…”

Inuyasha made a cross face.

“I can take him”, he said, “Each time we’ve fought lately I’ve won! Me, Inuyasha, the weak, filthy half-breed! It’s so nice to know you have faith in me and my abilities…”

He turned his back on her. Her eyes went wide.

God! He seems so self-confident, sometimes I forget just how low his self-esteem actually is under all that bluster and bravado…

“Inuyasha”, she said, “It’s not like that…”

Her voice was soft.

“Hmmphf! Well it sure sounds like it…”

Kagome put her hand on Inuyasha’s shoulder as Miroku entered the clearing.

“Kagome-sama”, Miroku cried, “I’m so glad to see you…”

Kagome and Inuyasha turned to look at him.

“Am I interrupting a tender moment?”, the monk said.

“No!”, Inuyasha said, his face turning red.

“Shall I come back?”

“No, that’s alright, Miroku”, Kagome said.

Her face flushed a pretty shade of pink. She took her hand off Inuyasha’s shoulder. She turned towards Miroku. His eyes widened as he took in her appearance.

“Kagome-sama”, he exclaimed, “What happened to you? Did you fall afoul of demons?”

He covered the distance between them in record time and clutched her hand in his. For once it was purely concern for her welfare that she saw in the lecherous monk’s eyes.

“Yeah”, Inuyasha answered for Kagome, “She ran into my bastard older brother…”

“Sesshomaru!”, Miroku said in surprise.

“Yes”, Kagome said.

“Are you alright, Kagome-sama?”, Miroku said, taking the opportunity to run his eyes over her, “Did the beast try to partake of your virtue by force? How did you get away from him?”

Kagome’s face flushed.

“God!”, she cried, “Why did you both automatically assume that? He didn’t try to rape me! I already told Inuyasha what happened…”

She reclaimed her hand. Inuyasha scratched his head.

“Actually”, he said, “You told me very little about what happened…”

Oh crap!

“Only because I was trying to stop you from going after him! Let’s face it, you won’t be in any fit shape to take on Naraku and the ghouls he keeps sending after us if you’re in a bad way because you were fighting with your stupid brother yet again! Uhhhh!”

Kagome stomped off towards the camp, leaving the two men staring after her.

“She might have a point, you know?”, Miroku said, “In fact since you and Sesshomaru seem to have a common goal...”

“I have nothing in common with that jerk!”

Miroku smacked Inuyasha on the head with his staff.

“Ow!”, Inuyasha said.

He rubbed his head, scowling.

“Just listen for once in your life”, Miroku said, “As I was saying… Since Sesshomaru seems to be intent on killing Naraku as well, instead of turning up at the same place and fighting separately or attacking each other on the battlefield, why not ask Sesshomaru to join forces with us?”

The half-demon stared at him, dumbfounded. Then his lip curled into a sneer.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?!”

“No, for once I’m being perfectly serious. See? This is my serious face.”

Miroku pointed to his face. It was indeed his best serious look. Inuyasha pulled a face.

“Even if I did ask that pompous ass for help, what makes you think he’d give it to us? We’re so far beneath him, after all…”

He snorted. Somewhere in the forest Kagome cried out in alarm.

“Baka!”, Inuyasha said, “She just can’t seem to stay out of trouble…”

He bounded into the woods leaving Miroku to his thoughts. After a moment or two the monk followed.

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I hope you guys are enjoying this fic. Don't forget to let me know. There'll probably be another one or two chapters up by tomorrow...

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