Summary: it had been 3 years since sesshomaru left you in that forest, but to your (dis)pleasure, he shows up as if he never left. Mostly angst 😥
I AM SO SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG, I wanted to get part 2 out there a while ago since it was highly requested, but I wasn’t sure where to go with it. But now I’m thinking of making it a series <3
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It’d been 3 years since you’d seen him.
3 years had passed since he’d abandoned you and left you near a random village, without so much as a goodbye. It took some time but you settled in, though, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss your old nomadic life. You missed the freeing feeling of traveling without domestic worries. You also longed for the friends you made along the way. Jaken, Ah-un, Rin, and him…
You rub your temple, the way he treated you was unforgivable, leaving you stranded in the middle of the night was an awful thing to do. Even so, you couldn’t help but yearn for answers. You let out a sigh, thinking about it anymore wasnt going to get you anywhere. You walk out the shabby hut you were able to buy with what little you were able to scrounge together. Your trusted sword adorning your back, you walk towards the center of town, you needed to buy a few things, you receive an occasional wave or polite smile from strangers, which you politely return.
It was quiet, till it wasn’t. Till there were people running for cover chanting the one word that could make anyone’s stomach drop.
Demon.
You were obligated to act, obligated to do something. It was your job after all, killing demons and monsters that so much as graze a hair on a villagers head. Your body moved on instinct, until you saw it. Him.
Piercing yellow eyes stared into your soul, eyes that you had longed to see for so long. But that was years ago.
You didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry, but you did know one thing. You were angry. You watched his unchanging expression, if you hadn’t know him for so long you’d think he really didn’t remember you. But you knew, with every twitch of his eye, and clenching of his fist. He knew.
You sneer, repressed anger and distress bubbled over into an insincere chuckle. You draw your sword as a warning. You let out a “been a while” under your breath, you knew he heard you, but he gave no sign he did. Louder this time, you ask a simple question.
“Why are you here?” You knew that he knew he left you at this village, so why was he here. Why after all this time? You got your first reaction out of him when he raised his brow and slightly shifted his weight.
“Hm.” He hummed, as if he didn’t know the answer himself.
You weren’t satisfied with that. You didn’t know if you wanted him to leave or elaborate, but with the growing crowd the answer became more clear.
You point your sword to the forest. Watching him, but making yoir desires clear. He made no effort to move.
“You need to leave. Now” You stated factually.
You knew that if it came down to raw strength you would loose. Though you knew deep down he wouldn’t let it come to that. He knew that too, that didn’t stop him from letting out a scoff at your order.
He turned and walked into the forest. Though you knew that he wasn’t actually gone. He was waiting for you. You walk back into the forest and hour later with a bag thrown over your shoulder. You find him in a clearing watching a small stream of water. He heard you but didn’t turn his head. That is until you threw your bag down near where he was sitting.
“Theres all the supplies you could possibly need. Take it or leave it. Just don’t come back.”
He pursed his lips. “What use does a demon have for human supplies.” He simply replied. You sighed
“You can take the supplies or leave them, I don’t care. But that’s all you’re getting out of the villagers or me. Don’t ever come back here.” And with that you turned to leave.
“You know that’s not what I’m here for” he stated like it was obvious. You knew there was a double meaning, there was always a double meaning when he spoke. It was one of the things that drew you to him. You paused at the edge of the clearing. You glanced over your shoulder at the demon looking like a Greek god. And your heart clenched.
“Well that’s all you’re going to get.” And with that you walked out the clearing
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Guys I lwk wanna make this into a series 😛
LOVE YALL TO DEATH lmk if you guys would be interested <333
i remember a few scenes, but not much else - i can't even remember if i read it on ao3 or FFN back in the day but i DO remember it was ongoing! (tho it might be completed by now idk)
it's a different first meeting au and starts with kagome running through the forest at night being chased by some demons and inuyasha, hiding in a tree, saving her and taking her back to his cave?
at some point they have sex in a forest? bc demon inuyasha is all "oh she's unmated that's why these other bandits almost jumped her" and then they have sex again in the cave?
and at some other point they make their way back to the well - kagome gets scared and they go home but at some other point they make it back over there and then get into a fight with sango and miroku (who's a demon slayer? i think?)
really don't remember much, but i think kagome ends up falling back into the well and waking up in her time? i think it happens during the fight?
anyway i know this isn't a lot to go on - i'm sorry my memory is so shit 😔 - but if anyone knows the fic i' talking about please link it!
⟡ Miroku/Kagome ⟡ Canon Divergence ⟡ Slow Burn ⟡
Rating: [Teen ] | Ch. 1/18 |
He agrees to train her and calls it strategy, because longing is not a word a man under a death sentence permits himself. But she sees him — all the way down — and some doors, once opened, will not close again.
Two people bound by honor to others, running out of time, with a battle and 500 years waiting to tear them apart.
A/N:
Also cross-posted to AO3 here under the same name smartacus. Feel free to check it out over there as well!
I've been sitting on this for a while now. It's a shame there are so few Miroku/Kagome fics in this fandom, and I've wanted to do this oh-so-rare pairing justice. I've always thought Kagome and Miroku had a unique kinship that could easily pivot into understanding each other in a way few others could. This story explores that.
For all you Mir/San and Inu/Kag loyalists — I hear you and I see you. No bashing around these parts. Please just give this little emotional rollercoaster a chance. I promise it'll be worth it (I hope).
Takes place sometime before the final battle with Naraku — three years after Kagome fell down the well.
Chapter One — The One Who Hides
The web came out of nowhere, the way Naraku's webs always did.
One moment the valley had been ordinary — afternoon light, the smell of crushed grass, Inuyasha snarling at a saimyosho he'd just crushed between two claws — and the next the air itself was a snare, a glistening lattice of demonic silk dropping out of the poisoned sky, and Kagome was standing in exactly the wrong place.
She saw it too late. She always saw it too late. That was the cruelty of not being able to smell danger on the wind before it arrived — by the time her eyes told her there was a wall of razor-silk descending toward her face, her body had already failed to move.
"KAGOME!"
She didn't see Inuyasha cross the distance. No one ever did. There was just the red blur and the impact, his arm a bar across her ribs. The breath punched out of her as the world spun and the web closed on the empty air where she'd been standing with a sound like a thousand wet knives sliding home.
They hit the ground hard. Rolled. Came up against the roots of an old cedar with Inuyasha on top of her, shielding her with his whole body, Tessaiga already swinging up to carve a smoking arc through Naraku's puppet before it dissolved into the muck and laughter and miasma it was made of.
It was over in seconds. It always seemed to be, at least. That was the thing about being rescued — it happened too fast to do anything but be grateful, and then you spent the rest of the day choking on the shape of the gratitude.
"You okay?" Inuyasha's voice, rough, already pulling back to scan the treeline for the next thing. "Kagome. Hey. You hurt?"
"I'm fine." She was looking at the web. At where she'd been standing. At the long curved line of secretly serrated silk that would have opened her from collarbone to hip if a half-demon hadn't moved faster than thought. "I'm fine. He got away again."
"Feh. It was a puppet. Naraku's not stupid enough to show up himself." Inuyasha hauled her to her feet by the wrist, already moving on. "C'mon. Sango's got the kid."
She let herself be pulled up. She brushed the dirt off her skirt. She did not say the thing that was sitting in her throat like a stone, which was: That's the fourth time this month.
The fourth time you've had to stop fighting to come and pull me out of the fire.
What happens when… if… you no longer can?
✻ ✻ ✻
Across the valley, kneeling in the trampled grass with his staff laid across his knees and his cursed hand throbbing where he'd kept the kazaana sealed — too many saimyosho in the air, the poison wasn't worth it — Miroku had seen everything.
He watched Kagome freeze. He watched Inuyasha move. He watched the web close on nothing.
And he watched, with the particular attention of a man who'd spent years learning to read the weather of the spirit, the look that came over Kagome's face afterward. Not fear. Fear he could have understood; fear was honest. This was worse. This was the careful, practiced blankness of someone folding a humiliation away small enough to carry.
He had seen that look before. He'd worn it himself, most of his life, every time someone glanced at the beads around his hand and went soft with pity.
His gaze dropped to her hands, hanging loose at her sides as she pretended to study the dirt on her skirt.
And the memory came — unbidden, vivid, the way the important ones always did.
A farmer's hut, two months ago. An arrowhead worked free of a torn shoulder. Kagome on her knees in the lamplight with someone else's blood drying on her jaw, murmuring 'almost there, almost, you're doing so well,' in that voice she used to make a frightened man believe a kind lie.
And then — the thing only Miroku had seen, because only Miroku had been looking — a faint pink luminescence gathering at her fingertips as she pressed her palm to the wound. A pulse, soft as a heartbeat. The bleeding slowing where no bandage had yet touched it. The man's gray lips going pink. And Kagome reaching for the gauze without the faintest idea she'd done anything at all.
He had said nothing then. He was very good at saying nothing while appearing to say a great deal.
But he had not stopped thinking about it since. Because that — that — was not the mark of a liability. That was the strongest latent gift he had felt in a decade going off like a wet firework: once in a while, sideways, when no one was aiming it.
There was a sun inside this girl, and she had spent three years apologizing for being a candle.
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That evening, when the camp had quieted and Inuyasha had stalked off to hunt as was his custom during the hour, Miroku found her at the river, washing the day off her hands.
"While I do appreciate the demonstration of the expression washing your hands of the situation," he remarked, observing the vigorous manner in which she continued to scrub, "I'm certain that you've exceeded even your own standards of cleanliness."
When she didn't respond, he quickly realized that a direct approach would be the only thing jarring enough to bait her into honesty.
"You're angry."
She didn't look up. "I'm tired."
"You're angry, and you're hiding it in tired, which is what people do when the thing they're angry at is themselves." He crouched beside her, the bell-rings of his staff chiming softly as he set it in the mud. "You froze today. And it's eating you alive, because you froze yesterday, and last week, and you've started counting."
Her hands had gone still in the cold water. The river muttered over its stones. Somewhere upstream a frog tried out a single note and thought better of it.
"I'm… holding us back," she said, very low. It came out of her like something she'd been holding underwater. "I'm the reason he has to keep stopping, giving Naraku opening after opening to escape. I'm the thing the rest of you have to defend instead of focusing on the fight. Three years, Miroku, and I'm still the girl who needs rescuing." She finally looked at him, and her eyes were bright and furious and wet. "I find the jewel shards. That's it. That's the whole of what I'm good for. A — a clumsy compass that gets in the way."
"Kagome-sama, if I may share a word? One you may find a bit hard to believe?"
"You're going to whether I say yes or not."
"That's the spirit." The ghost of a smile touched his mouth, then faded into something steadier. "Two months ago, in one of the farmer's huts in Kaede's village, I watched you close a wound with your bare hand. Reiki left your fingertips like light off water and you never knew you'd done it."
He let that settle.
"Most monks spend a decade learning to do on purpose, badly, what you did by accident while thinking about bandages. I have felt the auras of a great many gifted people, Kagome. I have never felt a well as deep as yours. The trouble is you keep a lid hammered down over the top of it, because someone, somewhere, taught you that your fire was a lesser thing than another woman's."
She went very still at that. He saw the name move behind her eyes without either of them saying it.
"Train with me," he said.
She blinked. "What?"
"Your reiki. I can teach you to find it on purpose. To aim it. To stop freezing, because the next time a web comes for you, you'll have something in your hands besides arrows you don't trust." He kept his voice light, transactional, a monk proposing a sensible arrangement. "Naraku is close. We both feel it. I'm sure you would very much prefer if you walked into the end of this knowing what you carry."
He told himself it was strategy. A monk hardening a blade that would be needed.
He told himself a number of things these days, and was getting quite good at believing it.
"Okay," Kagome said, and something in her face had unfastened — not hope, not yet, but the door that hope could walk through. "Yeah. Teach me."
And the small, traitorous gladness that moved through his chest at the word yeah — like the first warmth after a long cold — was a thing he chose, very deliberately, not to examine.
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The story is complete but still being edited, so I'll be posting 2 chapters weekly! Check out the remaining chapters on AO3 here
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: InuYasha/Sango (InuYasha), Higurashi Kagome & Sango, Sango & The Gang, Miroku/Sango
Characters: Sango (InuYasha), Inuyasha (InuYasha), Higurashi Kagome, Miroku (InuYasha), Shippou (InuYasha), Kin'u (Hanyou no Yashahime), Gyokuto (Hanyou no Yashahime), Hisui (Hanyou no Yashahime), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Trust Issues, Found Family, Denial of Feelings, Something Like Love, Secret Relationship, Friends With Benefits to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, everyone is 18+, Character Study, of sorts, Angst, Taboo, Friendship, Sexual Tension, Bittersweet
Summary:
Touch starved and lonely, Sango finds herself entangled in the last person, place, and predicament she could've ever hoped. Inuyasha feels he's lost his mind when she brings up their sparring circles, physical and verbal, their similarities, their needs... against all odds, the pair find refuge in each other--from their ails, their present, and themselves.
Some bonds are made of steel, even as they're changed and weathered by the years...
An Inuyasha Fic. Read it on AO3. Things escalate quickly, folks!
Kikyou reaches to grip Miroku's wrist, slides her palm over the prayer beads wrapped around his cursed hand like she’s judging their quality. “You keep something too.”
Inuyasha and Kagome spend a romantic long weekend away from everything and everyone before they have to deal with the madness the holiday season brings. But, much to Inuyasha’s annoyance, being far away doesn’t stop their friends from getting in touch for pointless chatting.
Characters: Inuyasha, Kagome Higurashi + small cameos from other chars.
Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Romance, Fluff and Smut
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Smut, WAFF, Comedy Elements, Various Friendships.
Chapters: 1
Status: Complete
Read on Ao3
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(This is a standalone one-shot that fits into the Front Piece universe. You don’t need to have read it to follow this one, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy it too 😁)
