Bits and Pices of Inuyasha

Title: Manners

Fandom: Inuyasha

Pairings/Characters: Miroku/Inuyasha

Word count: 571

Warnings: Nothing

AN: Yes, I'm still going through this stuff and fixing it all. Last of the Inuyasha stuff. Next: Transformers.

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The breeze was dancing through the trees that stood around the twosome, covering them with cool, welcomed shade. Kagome was back in her time once more while Sango had taken Kirara and Shippo to her village, leaving Miroku and Inuyasha alone. Though Miroku was thinking long and hard about something or another, leaving his companion to his own devices.

Looking to the hanyou, Mirkou raised an eyebrow at finding a scroll in his hands, the dark brows twitching over annoyed gold eyes.

“Didn't anyone tell you that it's not nice to stare?” Inuyasha groused, not even looking up from the scroll as he rolled it up and tucked it away in his sleeve.

“I'm surprised that you know such a thing,” the monk hummed, leaning against the trunk of the tree that they were under. Inuyasha snorted lightly, mimicking Mirokus position.

“My mother started to teach me things before she died. Manners and the such. Some of it has stuck around but when you're living in the woods and trying to stay alive, it becomes unimportant,” the inu hummed, drawing Miroku's eyes.

“So, what's with the scroll?” Miroku asked, curious about that and unwilling to drag up painful memories.

“It's the youkai lords meeting time. The clan heads get together every ten years to resign treaties and work out any major problems they have with each other without resorting to fights and war,” Inuyasha explained, shrugging slightly. “I've missed the last fourteen. Missed four because I was moving around to much for a messenger to find me when I was old enough and then I was pinned to a tree.”

“I see,” Miroku hummed, the two falling into a comfortable silence. The dark haired human was unsurprised when Inuyasha shifted closer to him, their shoulders brushing. They were growing closer, having agreed to give their growing feelings a chance.

As much as they cared for the women in their lives, there was just to much abuse coming from them.

His mind drifting away from their budding relationship to the meeting that was to come, Miroku smiled as Inuyasha laid onto his back, head in the monks' lap.

He knew that his other half would need some major lessons in manners. Inuyasha was brash, a brute at times, but blunt and truthful. Knowing the young hanyou, he would rub wrong against the other nobles. He couldn't very well let the man go and deal with those who would look down on him and his wild ways, despite his parentage. A human princess on one side of it and a full inu youkai lord on the other created a beautiful creature that neither side wanted to accept.

Looking down, Miroku had to laugh at himself, finding one hand buried in soft silver hair, rubbing at the base of one furry ear. Inuyasha was far from complaining though, nearly pushing into his hand with soft rumbles of pleasure. This...this was something that the girls would never truly understand.

Kagome would pout at not being the one able to keep Inuyasha's attention and being the one to stroke his ears. Sango would be upset that Miroku wasn't paying attention to her, but wouldn't show it, or try not to. They wouldn't understand the sheer trust that there was between him and Inuyasha.

Watching Inuyasha doze, Miroku decided to ask about etiquette lessons later, just to allow the sleeping inu time to rest peacefully for once.