Artificial Love

Artificial Love

Hello! HELLO! ... is this thing... ah fuck it. HELLO! HOW ARE YOU ALL? CAN YOU HEAR ME? OK. HERE'S MY NEW CHAPTER! IT’S REALLY KOOL! READ IT, AND REVIEW ME! I need a new microphone... HAPPY READING!


Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN INUYASHA OK! The cops were here... They found the psychiatrist... I had to kill them... and I still don’t have any pills. It’s alright though. Inuyasha agreed to pay my rent, so I’m good.

emphasized words are in caps, as italics hate me and won’t work.


Chapter 6: Describe the rain in summer

“Kagome!” Shippo yelled jovially from his perch atop Sango’s shoulder. He gave up his attempt at sneaking some of her smoked fish and jumped down. “We were so worried, where were you?”

The small kitsune bounded over to the miko and leapt into her arms, where she fluffed his hair playfully.

“I was around,” she stated simply, as Koga walked out of some thick foliage and up to her side.

“Hey Koga! Does Inuyasha know you’re here?”

Shippo worriedly snuggled deeper into Kagome’s arms. He liked the wolf. But if Inuyasha and him were within a mile of one another nothing good could come of it.

“Of course I do furrball. I can smell his stench for miles,” Inuyasha stated in answer to the kit’s inquiry. He smiled wickedly and jumped from his perch in a nearby tree, landing silently a few feet away from the wolf. “The question is ... WHY, are you here.”

Glaring at Koga, he waited for an answer. He didn’t like the wolf. He especially didn’t like the way that he stood so close to Kagome.

Inuyasha was jealous, even though he knew he had no right to be. He had no claim on the miko. He didn’t even know exactly what he felt for her anymore. He loved too many people. Well, actually. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t really love Kikyo. He couldn’t ever truly love her, because the only thing that would make her happy was his death, and that was one thing that he could not give her. Love, meant wanting to make the person that you cared about happy. Unconditionally. And he could not, would not, give up his life to do that. Love wasn’t what bound him to the undead priestess. More like guilt. Regret. Those were the feelings, that her now cold, lifeless face, always stirred in him.

Thinking on Kikyo, brought thoughts of the girl standing in front of him at the moment. Kagome WASN’T just like Kikyo, no matter how many times he told her that she was.

She was very much alive. And he knew, if only subconsciously, that she loved him. Did he love her?

He wanted her to be happy. He would, in fact, do anything to make her happy. Did that mean that he loved her? No. There was more to love, than just that. He had known for a while that she had lost the pull that she had had on him. He had stopped thinking about what her lips would taste like, or how her skin would feel under his hands.

What he felt for her now WAS love though. At least a kind of love.

The realization came to Inuyasha that he had not, for a long while, thought of Kagome as his mate. She was just a member of the pack. Still dear to him, but not someone that he considered an equal, a partner.

Somehow, at some point, she had been replaced. And that thought brought him to his third, newest, and last love. Miroku. How long had he loved the monk without knowing? Considered him his mate without even thinking. Cared about him so deeply that the feeling had been a part of him. Like it had always been. Maybe it HAD always been.

Regardless, Miroku was certainly his mate now. At least in thought and word. A small, half grin, slipped unbeknownst to him up his cheek as he thought about what he would have to do to the beautiful,violet eyed human, to make it official.

“Sit boy!”

Inuyasha’s face met the dirt. Hard. And the small grin disappeared, as he was snapped rudely back to reality.

“What the HELL was that for!” he growled, trying to force his way off of the ground. He couldn’t believe that that idiot wench had sat him in front of Koga. Bitch probably got some kind of sick pleasure from humiliating him this way.

“You haven’t even heard a single word that I’ve said, have you?” Kagome snapped, hands on her hips, and a glare on her face.

Koga suppressed a chuckle. Poor mutt. The dumb dog might be better off letting the miko be taken by him.

Said miko made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat as she continued to glare daggers at the hanyou. “You know, if you’re only going to ignore me, I might as well just stay with Koga.”

“I’m all for that,” Koga put in hopefully. “She is after all, my woman.”

Inuyasha couldn’t help but notice the slight blush that dusted Kagome’s cheeks at the mangy wolf’s comment. The same one that used to be meant for only him. And he smiled in spite of himself, pushing back his nature for a moment so that he could do, what he knew was right.

Anything to make her happy.

“Is that what you really want Kagome,” he said softly, looking her in the eyes. “Do you WANT to go with him?”

Her gaze faltered slightly. A week ago her answer would have been a definite no, but now she wasn’t so sure. She would never just abandon Inuyasha, but she had to admit that things were easier for her when she was with Koga. There was no confusion about her feelings when she was with him, and she felt that she could be more open about things in general around the wolf.

She HAD loved Inuyasha. She loved him still. But she couldn’t wait for him forever, and she couldn’t deny that the little voice in the back of her head told her that koga, might even be a better choice.

Her eyes caught the hanyou’s gaze, and she realized that he understood. She smiled. “Maybe someday Inuyasha. But not right now.”

Koga grinned through his shock. Someday. He’d been waiting so long for her already, that SOMEDAY sounded like a damn good offer to him. He turned a look of pure gratitude on Inuyasha for a moment, who nodded slightly in turn, not totally trusting the wolf, but trusting at least Kagome’s judgment. Koga faced Kagome, who’s back was turned to him, and tapped her on the shoulder. He flashed his patented smile when she quickly spun to face him.

“I need to check on my pack now Kagome,” he said, gently stroking her hair. “But when SOMEDAY comes, I guarantee that I’ll be there waiting.”

With that, he gave her a quick peck on the lips, then dashed off so fast that Kagome wasn’t sure if the sweet gesture had happened, or not. She stood dazed, and flustered, at what had been her first kiss. Maybe...

“This can only lead to trouble,” Inuyasha taunted from her side, arms folded, and eyes in the direction that Koga had run.

“Shut up!” she playfully yelled, and punched his arm lightly. Her expression quickly softened, and her hand rested on the place that she had just hit. “Thank you Inuyasha.”

“Oh god, don’t get all mushy on me woman. I just thought that it would make you happy.”

“It did. And for the record Inuyasha, being around you makes me happy, more of the time than it makes me angry, or sad.”

Inuyasha smiled at her sweetly, and chuckled.

“Good.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Miroku stumbled over a rock, stubbing his toe for the hundredth time in the last five minutes, and elbowed Inuyasha in the ribs.

“You’re supposed to be guiding me so that I don’t do that!”

Inuyasha laughed a bit too loud at his friends plight, and received another blow to the ribs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s hard to see what’s on the ground from back here.”

“Just take this blindfold off of me Inuyasha. No surprise can be worth this.”

The hanyou feigned a hurt sound, and pushed Miroku forward lightly, unintentionally causing him to stub his toe yet again, and yet again receiving a blow from the monk. Inuyasha groaned.

“We’re almost there ya big baby. Don’t cry or nothin.”

Feeling soft grass under his feet, Miroku smirked. He turned suddenly, grabbing Inuyasha’s arm, and pulling him around so that he would trip over his outstretched leg. Triumphantly placing his foot atop the hanyou’s chest, he laughed.

“yeah, good one,” Inuyasha grumbled, pulling the blindfolded monk to the ground beside him. “Were there now anyways.”

Inuyasha rolled on top of Miroku, and admired his prone form, as he slowly traced his thumb over the monk’s full, pale rose lips.

If we’re wherever it is that we were going, I can take this damned blindfold off, right?” Miroku said slowly, feeling Inuyasha’s touch all the better for the loss of his sight.

“Maybe later.”

“Alright,” he let out breathily, as he felt the hanyou’s hot breath come in puffs across his lips, almost felt a ghost of a touch from them as they floated just out of reach.

“Can you smell the rain in the air Miroku?” Inuyasha whispered just audibly in a smooth sexy breath. “It isn’t falling yet but I can smell it in the air... How do you describe something like that?”

He gently traced Miroku’s jaw with a clawed finger, and the monk momentarily forgot to breathe. “Or the taste of the water as it mixes with your skin.”

He slowly lapped at Miroku’s neck, earning a low groan for his efforts. “Or the feel of your lips on mine.”

At that, his lips found their way to the monk’s, and he closed his eyes, focusing on the tingling feeling that came, and the taste, slightly sweet, that mixed oh so well with the scent of the rain.

“Be my mate.”

Miroku pulled his lips up to the hanyou’s ear, causing an intimate friction as they brushed it with his reply. “I already am Inuyasha. Only yours. For eternity. Longer.”

A cannonball boom of thunder made the monk jump slightly, and Inuyasha calmed him with another kiss.

They broke away just in time for Inuyasha to hear the rain fall from the clouds.

“Here it comes Miroku. Can you feel it?”

A thick drop of warm, heavy rain, fell onto the monk’s cheek, and Inuyasha quickly licked it away.

“Mine.”

A slow, steady, downpour commenced to fall onto the two lovers, as the hanyou leaned over Miroku to shelter him a bit.

“You wanna see somethin beautiful, Miroku” The hanyou asked the gorgeous boy beneath him, to receive a vigorous nod in reply. “Look up.”

Inuyasha removed the blindfold and pointed skyward. Thick black clouds drifted along in patches, leaving parts of the gleaming blue sky visible. The contrast and beauty in it was remarkable. Rain fell while the sun shined, bouncing off of the grass and trees, giving both a fresh, newborn green color that seemed to almost glow under a sparkling, diamond coating of rain water. Beautiful.

“It strikes me, that the sky how it is now is a lot like love, Inuyasha.”

The monks gaze drifted from the sky overhead, to the rain soaked face of the hanyou. “Love is a mix of good and bad... It can make you feel as if there is no possible way that you can get any happier, and then, it can also make you feel as though you would rather die than take another breath. But above all. It is always a beautiful thing.”

Inuyasha smiled. The water that dripped down his face gathered at the lines of his smirk, and fell onto the monk.

“This is definitely one of the good times.”

Inuyasha kissed Miroku. Passion filling the gesture to the brim. He felt his way down the monk until he found the tie that would remove the monk’s robes, which had only become an obstacle to him, and pulled them quickly off.

Miroku shivered lightly as the first raindrops touched his skin, bathing him in warm, fat droplets, until he was soaked through. He kissed Inuyasha tenderly on the forehead, as he slowly pulled off the hanyou’s clothing, lovingly running his hands over Inuyasha’s wet, satiny skin as he did so.

While Miroku was busy undressing him, Inuyasha busied himself by ravishing the monk’s neck, placing small kisses, and gentle bites on the especially soft skin of that tender area, while running his hands up and down the monk’s upper arms.

Both of them being rid of their clothes, they gazed lustily at one another. Inuyasha stroked back the bangs that always seemed to get in the way of those dark, enigmatic eyes, so unique, that crumbled the walls that he used to think so strong, around his heart.

“I’ll be more gentle this time,” Inuyasha promised, as he placed wet kisses down the monk’s chest.

“No, I’ll be gentle this time. And you’ll be bottom,” Miroku said, as he quickly flipped Inuyasha onto his back.

“You can be gentle next time... though you don’t have to be.” Inuyasha replied softly, as he flipped Miroku back onto the warm, wet, grass. “I have something special planned this time.”

He cleared his throat nervously. “When you said you’d be my mate... did you mean it. Really?”

“Of course.”

“Then you will be. I’ll mark you, and share my strength with you. And you’ll be mine, and I’ll be you're. Forever.”

Miroku smiled, and pulled the hanyou into a light, feathery kiss, that set off the butterflies that lately had dwelled in his stomach, always ready to take flight.

The kiss became more, and more urgent, until both boys were writhing desperately against each other. Bodies slick with rain. Sliding together in a lust filled haze.

Inuyasha broke the kiss briefly to pull a small bottle from inside of his clothes. He tipped some of it’s contents into his palm, and the smell of wild violets mixed with the scent of the rain.

Miroku tensed as Inuyasha inserted an oil slicked finger into his entrance. The hanyou placed his free hand on Miroku’s already hard member, and the monk let out a needy cry. Their eyes found each other as they had before, and the memory of their steamy, potion enduced lovemaking heated Miroku’s passion as he forgot totally the slight discomfort of Inuyasha’s finger.

The hanyou, seeing that the monk was distracted, inserted another finger into Miroku’s tight warmth, stretching and scissoring the opening until a third finger could be placed inside. The whole process, completed without Inuyasha’s eyes leaving Miroku’s for an instant, as he slowly pumped Miroku’s slick shaft. He smiled warmly at the love, and pure want, shining out of those violet depths, then let out a ragged breath as he coated his own aching member with oil, and slipped silkily inside of Miroku’s prepared entrance.

He leaned his face up towards the weeping, sun drenched sky, as he fell into a slow rhythm with the monk. Their movements, so perfectly in tune that it felt as though they were one person.

No words were spoken. Not even a sound was made to disturb the heavy, blanketing quiet of the rain, save their fast, deep, shuddering breaths. Their bodies pressed close against each other, so that the small sounds of their lustful breathing were heard by both. There was no need to cry out. It was beautiful, and intoxicating, and perfect, just as it was.

The tempo increased as both neared their climax. Their bodies shook, and their hands clawed the ground, each other, themselves, searching desperately for a way to ease the building tension inside of them.

Power swirled and crackled in the air as the boys moved against each other, electric, and flowing, from Inuyasha into Miroku, and also from the monk into the hanyou, until both boys cried out, complete in more than one sense.

The energy dulled in it’s intensity, slowly fading around them as they lay against one another, panting and exhausted. Inuyasha pushed himself up so that he could see the last of the energy gather and flow into into Miroku, leaving dark maroon stripes on each of his cheeks. He kissed the marks, and pulled out of the monk, rolling begrudgingly onto the wet grass, and holding Miroku as he watched his mating mark fade and disappear. He could still sense it’s presence, as he knew anyone with any youkai in them would be able to, and he wondered if the monk could as well.

Miroku lay, feeling an electric current traveling through his exhausted body. He felt stronger, more aware, and he looked to Inuyasha for answers.

“You’re mated to me now,” Inuyasha said at the questioning gaze from the monk. “I shared some of my power with you. You’ll be able to live as long as I do now.”

Miroku’s eyebrows lifted, and his jaw dropped a bit as he tried to form words. “You... you mean.”

“Yep. You’ll live pretty much forever, as long as you don’t get yourself killed.”

The monk raised his right hand quickly to his eyes, and grasped the prayer beads furtively.

“I wouldn’t,” Inuyasha warned. “My mating mark isn’t powerful enough to lift a curse that strong.

“So what you’re saying, is that my life isn’t extended at all. The curse will still pull me in. Lock me in a pitch black void for the eternity that I should be spending with you...”

“Only if you let it,” Inuyasha interrupted. “My mark also makes you stronger. We WILL kill Naraku.”

The hanyou eyed Miroku apprehensively, as if he was uncertain if he should tell him what just came to mind.

“Miroku,” he finally started. “Giving you my mating mark also means that I’ve gown a bit weaker. I gave you my power, and I lost it.”

Miroku grinned. “Don’t worry Inuyasha, I’ll protect you.”

“Yeah right. Don’t get cocky. You’re still the one that needs protecting, monk.”

Miroku’s grin grew. “You’re calling me monk again. I must have said something to upset you.”

Inuyasha looked up into the now cloudless sky contentedly.

“Shut up monk.”

Well... yeah... It’s done. Miroku and Inuyasha wuv each other, how sweet. Sorry, but if you had to live with them you’d be sick of it too. Constantly making out, and not one polite invitation to join them. Oh well, most people don’t even get the privilege of seeing them once, and they LiVE with me, so I guess that it’s fair. Listen. I don’t write this for me, I write it for you. I always think my work is crap, but what I really want to hear about is what you think. so REVIEW!!!!!!!!

Inuyasha: No one will review you’re stupid story, just face it.

Immortality lost: You’re just jealous that you can’t write about you and Miroku getting it on!

Inuyasha: True. But who needs to write it, when you can live it.

Miroku: Speaking of... (jumps on Inuyasha and proceeds with an hour long make out session.)

Immortality lost: SEE! ( walks over to Kagome’s cage and vents her anger by taunting her with Koga on a fishing pole dangling just out of reach)

Policeman: Ma'am we’ve found at least a dozen bodies buried out in your garden. I think you’ll have to come with me.

Immortality lost: (waves hand across policeman’s face in attempt at a Jedi mind trick) You haven't seen anything...

Policeman: Yes I have.

Immortality lost: (skimming through book entitled ‘Jedi Powers for Dummies’ and tries again) I don’t have to come with you...

Policeman: Yes you do.

Immortality lost: Damn! I want to call my lawyer!

Policeman: Ma'am we found him in the garden. Apparently you needed a new scarecrow.

Inuyasha: Yeah wait until you check in her freezer.

Immortality lost: (pokes Kagome with stick)

Kagome: SIT BOY!

Inuyasha: (lands with head between bars of Kagome’s cage and is mauled by rabid miko)

Immortality lost: (sticks tongue out and laughs hysterically as she’s dragged away by police officer) See ya next time folks!