Fanfic: Grief
Title: Grief
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Miroku/Kagome
Community/Prompt: inuromp/Prompt #15 - "Miroku/Kagome"
Word Count: 277 words
Chapters: oneshot
Rating: MA
Genre: Angst
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: Mention of character death
Story Description: Her hands are rough and familiar, like the grief that binds them together.
Grief
By Sarga
'Kagome's hands are rough.'
It was the only thing Miroku could think about as those hands - those rough, calloused hands, worn from years of using a bow - pressed him down, closer to the body they belonged to. She was a wildcat in bed, with her rough hands pressing down, with her fast and eager grinding, with her demanding need for his body. Almost like...
“Sango...” Miroku cried out as the culmination of Kagome's efforts spurt forth in a burst of white heat.
Except, the sobbing girl beneath him was not Sango. Never could be.
Sango was dead.
Rolling sideways onto his back, Miroku covered his eyes with his arm, ashamed but offering no empty platitudes. They had gone through this before. It wasn't the first time.
It probably wouldn't be the last either.
Both of them were too weak for this to be the last time.
“Go away,” Kagome muttered, rolling so that her back was to him, so that he wouldn't see the tears he had caused. It wasn't through a shattered illusion of love that Kagome cried. No, it was because the mention of Sango reminded her so keenly of her own lost love, one she had never had the chance to experience.
Ignoring her command, Miroku shifted until his chest was pressed tightly against Kagome's back. Kissing her neck and shoulder, he trailed his hand down Kagome's arm until his hand interlaced with hers - that hand that was so much like Sango's - and held her.
Theirs was a shared grief, Not as good as love, but it would do. It would have to do.
Grief was all that was left.