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starter ask meme. | @unmeiha | lol it turned into a drabble instead OTL.
To be honest, if he had to be honest with himself, Miroku found the pink haired dragon demon to be extravagantly beautiful. Much in the way like the demon slayer, Sango, is, there’s a similar sense of deadly beauty between the two of them that’s mutually shared that Miroku can’t help his heart from skipping beats being so close to such beauties. Kagome, though young, will be quite the beauty herself when she ages, but, still, his eyes are drawn to both of the women as they converse about something that he’s barely within earshot of hearing.
Though, it’s probably nothing and it’s more likely it’s something about what they’re going to eat later since it seems they’re to make a rest in the forest. They managed to find a clearing, just short of an hour ago, and are quickly making accommodations to prepare for the night. The weather is clear and no indications of any sort of storm that it left the group with a sense of relief that there’s nothing to be worried about. Still, after they eat and are resting with their bellies content with a decent meal, Miroku remains upright with his staff in his arms as he watched his friends converse among themselves.
Miroku looks over at the pink haired demon, oddly petite for a demon, and yet, somehow as strong as InuYasha himself. The monk can never be quite surprised by the way that a demon is born and becomes the way that they are. However, he observes that Koharu is a little restless.
No one seems to really notice, but he can see that Sango has and seems uncertain as to how to approach the restless demon. Kagome has been rather occupied with another argument with InuYasha that they’re a little distracted to notice one of their smaller members being out of sorts. Shippo bounds over to Sango, talking about the next batch of berries he’ll know will be in season soon.
In some respect, a lot of this seems rather mundane in light of what Koharu might be fidgeting about.
It’s only when everyone has settled down to sleep that he leans against a nearby tree, taking the first watch. Looking up at the night sky, he muses that it’s possible Koharu wouldn’t be able to sleep if whatever is bothering her is still doing so.
His guess is correct when Koharu sits up after a half hour. She looks over in his direction and bites her lower lip. He tilts his head subtly in question. And then, after another moment, she gets up, and walks over to him as quietly as she’s able to without waking the others.
And then she sits down next to him without a word.
Miroku waits, however, listening to the sounds of their friends sleeping and the noise of the night settling over them in white noise.
❝So, I see that you can’t get enough of me, hm?❞ he asks, stoically looking up at the sky without batting an eye.
❝I can see you’re as annoying as ever,❞ she clips.
Miroku braces himself. He’s certain that she’s ready to punch his arm with most of her strength. Not enough to break bone, but enough that he’ll be sure he’s rubbing his arm vigorously to rub out the pain. Only, it doesn’t come and he slowly turns his head to her, incredulous.
Joking aside, the monk finally settles with a more severe expression. It’s obvious that whatever is bothering her must be serious and while he may be a lecher ( willingly okay with that ), he is still her friend, above all else. If it’s something that’s been keeping her antsy for most of the day, it must be deeply personal. And she’s opening up to him, as much as she’s okay with, and he isn’t one to stop her from confiding in him, if that’s what she wants. ❝Lady Koharu, are you alright? While I’m not sure what may be bothering you, I find that it’s much easier to talk to someone than to keep it all in.❞
Koharu nods stiffly.
But what she says surprises him.
❝We’re near where my family home is.❞
Ah.
Miroku turns his head away, back to gazing at the starry night sky. With his arms still in the sleeves of his robes, he could understand the restlessness. ❝Did you want to see them?❞
While she doesn’t answer, he could feel her shrink into herself and Miroku is instantly reminded of Sango. They’re surprisingly similar in how they defend and care for themselves. He sighs, turning to her again.
❝It’s okay if you can’t,❞ he says quietly, ❝I can go in your stead, if you’d like.❞
Alarmed, she looks at him.
Miroku faintly shrugs, looking away and stares absently ahead of them. ❝It’s my job as a monk that everyone finds peace. Regardless demon or otherwise, we all go to the same place. Though,❞ he pauses in his train of thought, ❝that might make them angry at me rather than pleased. I could only imagine that it’s probably better if I wasn’t there at all.❞
Koharu manages a quiet laugh.
❝Thanks, but I will see them.❞ She sounds determined.
Miroku gently smiles.
❝Then are you willing—❞
Koharu’s glare is enough to turn him into ice.
As Miroku tries to heal a “broken” heart with tears down his face, he says, ❝You’d probably prefer if I wasn’t here.❞
❝Probably.❞
Yep, he’s turned to ice with a broken heart.
❝No, wait—❞ Koharu shakes her head that has him turning to face her, ❝I meant to say that—well, what I’m trying to say that—❞ She’s glaring at him as she eyes him warily but then softly smiles that Miroku is certain, struck him down, ❝—I’m glad you’re here.❞
At that, Miroku smiles back. Turning his head back to the sky, he leans back against the tree. ❝I’m glad you’re here with us as well, Lady Koharu.❞