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T.Y.O.M. Chapter 5: Oh, Just Find a Healer, Miroku-sama
Pairing: Miroku x Kagome
Kagome’s ankle throbbed uncomfortably. Out of all the reasons, she happened to be running away from a band of demons and tripped, twisting her ankle on one of the demon soldiers’ decapitated heads, foot in their rotting mouth and everything. Looking around, she found herself alone and weak. Everyone was too busy fighting, even her little baby Shippo.
Her heart sunk at the crashing and burning pain and insecurities of her own helplessness. Heat crept up her neck, she couldn’t breath under the weight despite her lungs crying for oxygen. She dug her nails into her palms to ground herself but tears welled up in her eyes, she tried so hard to not drag everyone down, but damn it, it was already happening. Her throat itched to scream but she bit down hard on her hand. She’d have to apologize for the needless abuse of her appendages later, she couldn’t risk drawing attention to herself. The demons might come back for her.
Kagome leaned heavily against a nearby tree, testing her ankle. Her unharmed leg shook as she played around with the weight distribution. Hey… It isn’t so bad-- Nope! She groaned, jerking her injured leg away from the offending floor, she can’t even protect the future correctly and now she was going to die at the hands of a weak demon army. Oh Kami, why me?
A dismayed yelp caught her attention and she reluctantly sprung toward that direction, all darkness and apparent pain plaguing her gone. Limping, she notched an arrow on her trusty, surprisingly not broken, bow. The scene before her was just as expected. Inuyasha was fighting fiercely against waves of blood-thirsty demons, swinging his Tessaiga in purposeful albeit reckless movements. Sango and Kirara were the definition of a ruthless, perfect tag-team, slaying various demons left and right. They worked in perfect unison, exposing the center where Miroku was impressively holding up on his own with an injured Shippo at his side, his staff chiming against the blunt force and spiritual sutras thrown with precision. Kagome aimed, projecting a single emotion into the arrowhead, and shot straight through an enemy’s heart.
The arrow flashed, burning bright and pink and dissolving the demons' cries as the impact brought out a weak wave of pure energy. It burned a nearby evil entity, causing it to hiss and focus their attention on her. She froze, the hungry, malevolent look in its eyes was far too unnatural due to its hunger for power. She quickly notched another arrow, aiming only to miss the target rapidly approaching her. She narrowed her eyes, fear fueling her currently weakened ankle, as she grabbed another arrow and ran toward her pursuer. Another burst of her reckless courage, she would later guess. The demon’s bloodlust brought on more demons, all chasing after her slower-paced form. She didn’t connect the shaft to the bow string though, catching the eyes of her teammates. Inuyasha called out to her in protest but she didn’t stop to listen, not this time. Her heart pounded, blood rushing and emotions flying, she already decided. She was going to bring these demons down, she will prove herself worthy of her team. Letting out a warcry, the arrow pulsated, energy multiplying magnificently as pink enveloped her hand. She quickly ducked under the aggressive demon’s hand and stabbed its corrupted heart, gaining deep scratches from another’s claws. The effect was instantaneous, the pulsing energy from the arrow spread to the close vicinity of various demons. Cries of agony rang in her ears as she curled underneath herself, predicting another painful backlash. It didn’t come.
“What…?”
Kagome heard herself utter, glancing at the protective figure in front of her. She expected the heavily saturated red of Inuyasha’s robes and was suddenly shocked at the deep shades of purple instead. It was soothing. “Miroku...sama?” He grunted against the force of a particularly nasty snake demon, quickly assessing her with his unusually swirling eyes.
“Are you alright, Kagome-sama?!”
Kagome nodded, voice too stuck in her throat to properly reply. He didn’t see it, mumbling chants and smacking his golden staff against snarling mouths and vicious claws. After another whine from a nearby wounded demon, Miroku found a small opening between defense and offense and put up a quick spiritual shield. It's a bit fainter. He must have already used Kazaana when I tripped.
“You were limping when you ran, Kagome-sama. Is your ankle alright?”
Good eye, the cheeky-- She shook her head.
"It's a bit hurt right now. I… I tripped over a decapitated head, I think you could see teeth marks if you look hard enough.” Miroku let a small amused look pass through his otherwise battle-ready expression before Inuyasha leapt between the monk and another wave of demons, his weapon sparking against the onslaught of claws and swords.
“Take Kagome and Shippo! We can take care of it from here.”
“Inuyasha! I’m not helpless! I can help here just fin--Whoa!”
Miroku seemed to have swept Kagome up, hands at a respectable distance due to the impulsiveness of his action. She protested at first, her hand already grabbing hold of his chiming staff as prayer beads dug into her lower thighs. He was fast, inhumanly so, causing her breath and her dying comment to catch in her throat. With an unconscious Shippo safely in her hold, Kagome felt blood pool at the edge of her uniform shirt. Her adrenaline made no sense of the pain, blood smearing on Miroku’s staff in her hands. Seconds past, but it felt like time slowed down between them.
“Miroku-sama.”
“Yes? What is it?” His breath was oddly composured despite running a considerable distance with additional weight and fighting against a demon army just moments before.
“I think you’re bleeding.”
“What do you mean, Kagome-sama?”
“There’s blood.”
Now she was the one who was breathless. Why? Miroku stopped for a second, assessing the blood that seeped into his own robes. Something must have happened, Kagome thought, watching his eyes narrow with concern before he fixed a reassuring smile on his face. It didn’t look right.
“What’s wrong, Miroku-sama? Forget to grope me?”
Her vision blurred and Miroku laughed with a hint of hysteria, running again. His pace was faster than before.
“Yes, Kagome-sama. I did. There’s a village nearby, I’ll take my chances there.”
They reached the skirts of said nearby village, but by that time, Kagome was feeling a bit lightheaded.
“Miroku-sama.”
“Yes? What is it?”
Kagome scrunched up her nose faintly, this conversation sounded familiar.
“I think I’m bleeding.”
Miroku’s grip was tight on her form and she couldn’t focus on anything else really. The pain finally seeped into her consciousness and all she could think was that Miroku’s prayer beads was surely leaving marks on her skin.
“Hey, filthy hands off, Miroku-sama. You could corrupt Shippo.”
A chuckle was her only response as his grip relaxed. She laughed along too, humored by the ridiculous situation, before gazing up at him. He was close. Warm. His eyes, as lovely as they undeniably were, looked odd. In fact, he looked concerned. Oh, we can't have that.
Wasting no time, Kagome brought her unbloodied left hand and squeezed Miroku’s right bicep softly. Humming appreciatively, she nodded with satisfaction, gaining the monk's attention from searching for herbs or otherwise help.
“Nice muscles, monk.”
“I… Now who's groping who?” She had the strength to actually blush, retracting her hand quickly to her chest.
“Oh, just find a healer, Miroku-sama!”
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