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T.Y.O.M. Chapter 3: Hair = Butt?

Pairing: Miroku x Kagome

“This looks so pretty, Kagome-chan! Thank you!” 

Sango beamed, squinting at the compacted mirror from mere centimeters from her face. It took Kagome a few seconds to explain what a mirror was, which was relatively easy when compared to water's reflection. The future’s definitely practical. Sango adjusted the mirror a couple times, looking side to side with admiration. The younger girl glowed at the silent praise in Sango’s expression, fiddling with her brush. It, although a bit more fanciful, looked lovely on Sango.

Her soft dark brown tresses were curled with old fashioned hair curlers and teased with care. Bangs left alone, two messy braids situated on both sides of her head were made to blend seamlessly into a high and bushy ponytail. Little curls framed her face and bounced at her back. It was just lovely. Lovely enough for the thought to be repeated apparently.

They giggled over it, Sango’s fingers playing with stray curls, before Shippo jumped in between them. 

“Ooh! Me next, Kagome-chan!” 

“Sure, Shippo. Why not?”

Kagome sifted her fingers through his equally soft hair. He beamed, expression identical to Sango’s, and shifted more comfortably into her lap.

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On the other side of the forest, Miroku hummed, sunlight warming against his closed eyes. His torso stilled against his staff, legs crossed, with his sandals kicked to the side. The wind carried out in the chimes of his staff, it was peaceful. He wasn't too sure when he would be allowed another moment like this. The nature whispering in his ear turned to yells of protests in the bundles of trees nearby, booming shuffling getting closer and closer. One yell became more distinctive into two varying voices, one gruff and the other more childlike.

“Kami, Kagome! Stop torturing me, will ya?!”

“You should be glad, Inuyasha. She made you look not ugly.”

“The hell you say, pipsqueak?”

Ah, I shouldn't have jinxed it, the monk sighed. Miroku opened his eyes slowly at the disturbance as Shippo squawked in fear. He felt a small hand squeeze a bit of his robes, warmth radiating behind him, before he greeted the pissed hanyou.

“What brings you here, Inuyasha-san?”

His purple eyes analyzed him for a few seconds. An astonished hum rumbled in his throat at Kagome's handywork. She further tamed his locks into an elegant ponytail, bangs parted to the side, the hairs on each side of his head braided intricately to cover the lack of human ears and accentuate his dog ear on top. They traveled into and wrapped around the base of the ponytail. She turned this toad into a prince, it seemed. Hopefully without kissing, Miroku thought absently, not really questioning the thought as of then.

“I can't feel my head and Kagome's just demonic!”

“Says the hanyou.”

“Shut it, shortie.”

Another squawk was uttered. Miroku glanced at Shippo, whose hair was as equally as crafted as Inuyasha’s. His was a more simple bun, a small braid wrapped around it and his teal bow tied on top. A feminine voice echoed through the forest.

“Inuyasha, I'm not done with you yet!”

“You didn't see me, monk.” Miroku lifted a brow, a small frown forming, as Inuyasha grabbed Shippo by the tail and just vanished. He just sighed, closing his eyes once more, and waited for the younger woman to make her way to him.

It must have taken longer than expected, he thought with fading sleep, his back glued to the ground and the sky straight ahead in his view. He tilted his head, mind finally recognizing whose upside-down face was peering down at him. Kagome was leaning slightly above him, hands on her brush, her lips seemed to be moving but he didn’t catch it.

“Sorry, Kagome-sama, what was that?”

“Have you seen Inuyasha anywhere? I still need to fix his hair…”

Miroku shook his head as an answer. Kagome sighed and broke eye contact with him, allowing his eyes to stray to her calves. Her bare skin, smooth and pure, was a straight path to the glories of paradise hidden beneath her ‘skurt’. He couldn’t help but look for it, pleasure filling at the teaseful breeze.

“Blue is such a lovely color, don’t you think?”

Kagome looked at the sky for a second, and smiled.

“You’re right, Miroku-sama! The sky has a pretty shade of blue today.” Miroku’s gaze flickered to the sky.

“Oh! I guess the sky’s blue is also nice.”

Kagome glanced down at him, then at the sky, and then turning slowly to look around.

“Miroku-sama?”

“Yes?”

“What other blue is there? I mean, we’re surrounded by trees, and there’s no water nearby…”

Her voice died in her throat, a realization dawning on her as she quickly dropped on her butt to the floor with a squeak. She glared at the laughing monk, his smile soft, rare, and genuine. Dang, I can’t really be mad at him.

“That’s not somewhere you should look!”

“I don’t know, Kagome-sama. It was like you were begging for me to look!”

Kagome was left flabbergasted, a blush forming on her cheek and teeth grinding. Miroku noticed, a bit curious to see if she’ll attack him as he slowly rose into a sitting position. She played with the teeth on her brush instead.

“Good job with Inuyasha and Shippo, Kagome-sama.”

“So you did see them!”

“...You didn’t hear from me.”

Kagome giggled a bit before adding,” You should see Sango though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There was a comfortable silence as they both looked at the sky.

“Hey, Miroku-sama. Could I do your hair?”

“If it will forgive my mistake.”

“I doubt it’ll be enough”, Kagome teased with a slight curve of her lips,” Just kidding.”

She scooted over to Miroku who, in trust, turned his back to her. He felt a small pressure, breathing evenly as she pulled the hair tie holding his small ponytail. Surprise, surprise, his hair is soft. He must be using some of her Future conditioner... She was almost jealous, gingerly smoothing the hair with her fingers. He hummed at the contact, lulled by the consistency. Time passed in a flash and a tap on the shoulder brought Miroku back. He looked at Kagome with a smile as she brought out her mirror, slowly explaining how it works. He took it from her, and looked at himself. 

His hair was brushed, straight and tied into a half up, half down style, hair tickling the nape of his neck. Small braids, two on both sides of his head, were made separated and tied into the half ponytail. Voicing out his awe, he caught a glimpse of her sparkling expression.

“Can I?”

“Oh! Um. Sure, take it away.”

Kagome was hesitant to turn but with her brush in Miroku’s beaded hand, she sat before him. He started by brushing her hair, carefully and slowly. Hands roaming to gather all of her hair, his fingers brushed against her neck and she flinched.

“You’re tense, Kagome-sama.”

“Sorry.”

Miroku’s answer didn’t come right away.

“I can’t say I’m an expert like you.”

“That’s alright! It’s just nice when--”

She squawked, a bit awkwardly, and jumped a heavy distance away from Miroku’s hand. He groped her. Of course, he did.

“You know, Miroku-sama. I gave you permission to my hair. Not my butt.” Miroku fiddled with the hair tickling his neck, a cheeky grin on his face.

“I couldn’t tell the difference really.”

Kagome just sighed, neck tingling from the earlier contact.

“Sure you couldn’t. Who is to say that you won’t wake up with all your hair shaved off. Maybe you’d look more of a monk than you act.” Miroku clasped his hands together and lowered his head in a panicked and apologetic manner.

“Ack! Let’s not get t-too hasty, Kagome-sama!”

“No promises!”

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