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Love's Labors Won
LOVE’S LABORS WON
An Inu-Yasha Short Story
by Sentinel28A
Based on “Inu-Yasha” by Rumiko Takahashi
AUTHOR’S NOTES: I’ve had this story rattling around in my head for some time. Of all the characters on “Inu-Yasha,” the ones I like the most are Miroku and Sango. In true anime tradition (especially Takahashi’s), they aretwo people from dissimilar backgrounds who do not get along well. Naturally, they fall in love. Unlike Inuyasha
and Kagome, there is no reincarnation to get in the way, or a love triangle. (True, there was the noble who fell in
love with Sango, but let’s face it–the poor guy never had a chance.) I have a feeling that the Kagome-Inuyasha-Kikyo thing will end badly for at least one of them, but unless Takahashi is a lot tougher than I think she is, Miroku
and Sango will probably have a happy ending. After all, despite Miroku’s perverse interest in Sango’s rear end and
Sango’s vacillating, she has promised to have his children after the quest to destroy Naraku is over. Except...I don’t
think either is going to last that long. Hence, this story. I don’t own Inu-Yasha or any of its characters, which is really too bad. There is (written) nudity and sexual situations in this short story, so reader discretion is advised.
SCROLL ONE: LOVE HURTS
Kagome Higurashi awoke to the sound of two things: one, the buzz of mosquitoes around her sleeping bag, andtwo, Inuyasha’s snoring. Grimacing at the sound of a bent chainsaw, she sat up, blinked, and stretched. Looking
upwards, she saw that Inuyasha was in his customary position in the crook of a tree branch, Tetsusaiga balanced in
his lap, head thrown back and mouth open to reveal pointed fangs. She cringed as he let out a particularly nerve-grating snore. Kagome was sorely tempted to simply scream “Sit!”, which would cause the hanyou to dive headfirst
out of the tree as the magic spell took effect, but she decided against it. That was a little too cruel. There was a soft stirring beside her as Shippo the kitsune cub curled his face out of his own tail and blearily wiped
his eyes. “Is that Inuyasha?” he asked. Kagome nodded, and Shippo shook his head. “He’s loud! You should ‘sit’
him, Kagome.” “I’m thinking about it,” she said, before noticing that the next snore had been cut off midway. Inuyasha’s mouth
had closed, and his face suddenly contorted. He hacked, snorted, and hacked again, coughing so hard he
overbalanced and fell out of the tree with a crash. Kagome and Shippo winced simutaneously at the sound of bones
impacting unyielding earth, and then winced again at the sound of sulphurous swearing from the stand of bushes
Inuyasha had landed in. Abruptly, he stood, leaves and branches tangled in his white hair. Inuyasha retrieved his
sword and angrily jammed it back into the belt of his hakama with another vile curse. “Good morning,” Kagome
said with more than a trace of irony. “Are you okay?” Inuyasha hawked and spat. His yellow eyes alighted on her, and Kagome could see that he was considering
transferring his rage to her. He then thought better of it and spit again. “Yeah, I’m fine. Damn mosquito flew down
my throat.” Kagome quietly stepped on Shippo’s tail before the kitsune could start laughing. She wanted to cool
Inuyasha down and save Shippo from being mauled. “If you weren’t snoring so loud...” Sango did not have Kagome’s tact. Also rubbing sleep from her eyes, she had
thrown back her blankets and stood, shifting the kimono she slept in around to better cover herself. Kagome and
Shippo were no problem, and if Inuyasha ever stared at her, he was discreet about it. Their other travel companion,
however... “Ah, good morning, all,” Miroku said, stirring from his own blankets. He stood and langouriously stretched; as he
did so, Sango was careful to watch his hands. Not because of the deadly black hole in his right hand, but because
Miroku tended to start his morning the same way every day–by grabbing a handful of Sango’s buttocks. It invariably
earned him a slap to the face or a whack across the head with her favored weapon–the hiraikotsu, or bone
boomerang–but Miroku never changed. The more Sango thought about it, the angrier she got. Just once, she
thought as she watched Miroku work the kinks out of his back, I would like to awake without worrying about when
that pervert is going to paw me, or worse, wake up with him doing it! Sango admitted to herself that she liked
Miroku, when he was not being so lecherous, and she certainly respected him as a warrior and a monk. In fact, she
liked him a great deal, to the point of being insensibly jealous when he was flirting with village women. Miroku was
maddening to her, a man who could be a perfect gentleman one moment and a slavering pervert the next– “Sango-chan? Admiring the view?” With horror, Sango realized that she had been staring directly at Miroku–more precisely, his chest. His robes had
become as dishelveled in his sleep as her kimono had been, but he was not as demure as she, merely allowing it to
stay open and expose finely-detailed pectorals. He was not built as well as, say, Inuyasha, since Miroku did not
spend his days fighting with a huge, heavy sword, and in fact rather preferred to be idle–but life on the road and
battle had kept him in good shape. Sango felt her cheeks burning, and quickly turned away, then cursed herself for
letting the monk get to her again. “Sango-chan, if you wish to stare further, I am not offended.” “Oh, shut up,” she snapped, not in the mood for Miroku’s levity, especially when she was still more or less waking
up. Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippo were busy finding other things to stare at, which left Inuyasha and Kagome
looking at each other, and Shippo facing a bemused Kirara, who had been the last to wake up. The bakeneko, in her
kitten form, padded over to Sango and trilled, rubbing against Sango’s leg. She bent down to stroke Kirara’s fur, the
purring comforting her and giving something else to think about besides Miroku– And then she felt the hand kneading her rear. Normally, Sango’s reaction was to freeze solid, give a small squeak of mortification, whirl, and land a solid slap
across Miroku’s cheek. The knowledge that Miroku would simply gladly take the pain and simply try again later
infuriated her, and the thought that he might be doing it simply to annoy her, and not out of some bizarre affection,
quickly changed irritation to rage. Instead of the squeak, Sango exploded, “You son of a bitch!” Instead of a whirl
and slap, she turned and delivered a solid right cross across Miroku’s face. His reflexes saved him from a broken
nose and/or shattered teeth, but he went to the ground nonetheless. Sango heard Inuyasha’s muttered “Oh shit” and Kagome’s gasp, but was beyond caring. She stood over Miroku,
fists clenched, wondering if she shouldn’t kick him, haul him to his feet and punch him again, or simply outright
murder the monk. He looked up at her, rubbing a very bruised jaw, eyes wide in shock. “Sango-chan–“ he started,
but she cut him off. “No! Don’t refer to me as ‘Sango-chan’! I’m sick of this, Miroku!” He noticed that she used his name this time,
rather than the more common honorific of ‘houshi-sama.’ “Every damn morning, I wake up and I don’t even get a
chance to change, bathe, talk to Kagome, or...or...do anything before you’re grabbing my ass! I have had it, Miroku!
I don’t know what your problem is, but I’m no longer going to tolerate it!” She bent down, her face nearly purple
with rage. “You ever touch me like that again, and I will...I will...” A sudden Inuyasha-like urge seized her. “I will
fucking KILL YOU!” She punctuated it with a bare foot to Miroku’s leg, then seized a towel from her travel pack and
stormed off towards the nearby hot spring, leaving stunned silence in her wake. Surprisingly, it was Inuyasha–who had quickly taken up position behind Kagome, his customary tactic when in
close proximity to a maddened Sango–who recovered first. He walked over to Miroku, shaking his head. “You
stepped in it this time, Miroku.” Kagome blinked and gave the monk a withering stare. “Inuyasha’s right, Miroku-san. You’ve well and truly
made her angry this time.” Miroku, chagrined, sat up, tenderly fingering the ugly bruise, wondering if Sango had loosened a tooth or two. “I
was only–“ ”Oh, please,” Kagome said angrily. “Miroku-san, you know that what you do just makes her mad. She’s told you
a hundred times, I’ve told you at least as many times; heck, even Inuyasha has told you to knock it off, but you
keeping grabbing her. Sango’s been our friend for awhile now, and you should treat her with more respect than
that.” Miroku looked down, uncharacteristically taken aback. “I’m sorry,” he said finally. “You’re right, Kagome-sama,
I should have known better.” He got to his feet. “I will go and apologize.” “No,” Kagome said. “You’d better leave her alone for awhile, Miroku-san. In the mood she’s in, she might just
do more than punch you this time. I’ll go and calm her down, then maybe you can apologize.” She picked up her
towel, shampoo, and day clothes, and also walked towards the hot spring. Shippo and Kirara also took the moment
to make a strategic retreat in the same direction, leaving Miroku and Inuyasha alone. “Baka,” Inuyasha snorted, turned his back, and walked away.