// MISHAPS // by YoukaiLover

// realization //

It was a place I often crept to when I feel the need to cleanse my poor soiled skin after many tiring and prolonging battles.

I can feel the frisky air presenting a chill to my bare skin while the night breeze decides to creep upon my dark midnight waist length hair.

It was soothing for my fine muscles and it brought comfort to my mind emotionally. I took that time to think about the forty five percent chance of myself having a relationship with the first love of my life, Inu Yasha.

Indeed, that was a very slim chance but now it really does not matter to me how much of chance I would have with the hanyou.

All that really matter was the friendship that we both hold. It was dear and lasting. No doubt anyone can get between us, well maybe his love, Kikyo, but I completely understand.

They love one another and though they did not trust one another to the extreme in which it caused mishaps between there relationship, it was still true love.

I figure for Kikyo being a miko, Inu Yasha being half demon and involving the Shikon no Tama, of course there will be some doubts emerging somewhere along there lines of a true relationship.

It took me quite a while to realize that myself but I came to believe that my love for Inu Yasha was but a brotherly friendship.

I had mistaken at first for it to be something more, and hoped that maybe it can be more but once his lips had came crashing on mines the other day, I realize I couldn't find what I was looking for in him.

To be honest, I did not know what I was looking for. All I know was I didn't feel right kissing him, I felt something was missing and I would never find it in Inu Yasha.

I felt more content now knowing I can get this off my shoulder. Now I can move on without feeling that maybe somehow I do love Inu Yasha.

Yes, I love him but it was another kind of love for him.

I laid my head back against the rock at the edge of the hotspring and further myself on contemplating today's previous events.

For some reason, I kept remembering Miroku's wondering hand feeling on my bottom more often then usual.

I wonder why he does not learn his lesson, does he enjoy me pounding on him more frequently?

Especially those looks he has been giving me, is he trying to tell me something? I should ask him later about it and what has been bothering him for he has not been acting like himself lately.

Enough thinking for today or else I would end up like a prune soaking forever in this hotspring.

I stood up and headed toward my long fluffy white towel but before I could reach it I heard something behind the bushes.

"Aah! Miroku, you pervert!"

I took a very large stone by the bank of the hotspring and made aim toward Miroku's head and sure enough it brought unconsciousness to him.

He deserved that for seeing me naked. Though, I wonder how he is going to explain that big bruise on his forehead.

I made way back toward the camp where the others were, but suddenly I felt myself going light headed, and then I started seeing doubles.

Suddenly I felt myself collapsed toward the harsh cold ground.