Summary: And the day you ran straight into a purple-and-black-clad chest because you were trying to get away from a village that hadn't liked the way you smiled, you turned your bright eyes onto purple and caught your breath. His smile was as stunning as yours was.

Pairing: Miroku/Reader

You got a perfect skin,
With a Devils grin…

You'd always been a girl who knew her own mind.

A girl who could tell you what she liked and why and would always be ready to speak her mind when the time came.

Even when you were little you were like that, and all your friends growing up around you had thought you odd for it. There was nothing wrong with being strong-willed, your parents had told you, but you had to be careful how you directed it.

You had to make sure you didn't insult someone who could end up hurting you.

So you'd listened and kept your opinions to yourself even when you thought that being taken down a beg might be the best thing for whoever you'd managed to stop from lashing out at.

You had rules you had to follow in your village and you planned to stick to them until you were old enough to get out and go see the world.

There were, after all, only so many things humans could do to a demon of your caliber, and you had no intention of letting them do it in the first place.

Say hello to the pretty eyes,
Say hello to the deadliest lies.
You got the looks, baby,
I could die.
You got the looks.
You got a murder style…

When you'd left the nest and fled the watchful gaze of your parents, you turned out to be less reckless than your family would have ever guessed. You took your time exploring the world, and you kept your nose out of trouble with the humans.

You weren't malevolent towards any human who didn't deserve it by their actions against you or your family, and you were always as nice as you could be to the ones you ran across.

You didn't trouble with trouble, and it certainly didn't trouble with you.

You could flit in and out of situations and villages without leaving a trace of yourself behind, and managed to walk the thin line between both worlds with ease.

Demons accepted you with open arms when they were made aware of which clan you hailed from, and humans couldn't ever turn away your sweet smile and mild manner.

You'd learned to lie early on in life, and you could do it so easily now that it came as second nature. Lying was an instinct now, a means to an end, and you used all your practice and skill to get what you needed when you needed it.

And the day you ran straight into a purple-and-black-clad chest because you were trying to get away from a village that hadn't liked the way you smiled, you turned your bright eyes onto purple and caught your breath.

His smile was as stunning as yours was.

"I beg your pardon, Miss, but can I help you?"

"I… I'm so sorry for running into you, Sir! I was merely trying to, ah, escape some rather unsavory clutches."

That smile turned just a little more devious, and he caught you around the shoulders. "Well then! Why don't I take you into much more pleasant clutches?"

You grinned, nodding once before you followed his lead. "Excellent plan."

Say hello to the pretty eyes,
Say hello perfect alibis.
Shake your hips, baby,
I could die.
Shake your hips;
You got an L.A. style…

Miroku was the least monk-like monk you had ever met.

And you'd met your fair share over the course of your life.

If the grin and the looks weren't enough, there was the flirting and innuendos and touching that topped the whole thing off perfectly. He was so out of the ordinary in his line of work you had to wonder why he'd taken up the profession in the first place.

And then the realization that the two of you were rather alike struck you, and you'd laughed outright into the evening air, making him jump.

"I'm sorry, did I say something amusing?" He asked, tilting his head off to the side as he looked over at you.

"No, no, I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you." You smiled back at him, carefully dodging around a large rock on the path he was leading you along, promising that comfortable beds and warm food waited at the end of it. "I just realized something I hadn't before, is all."

He raised an eyebrow but didn't voice his question, instead merely letting his gaze drift over you. "Earlier, you said you were attempting to escape, how did you put it, unsavory clutches… Pardon my curiosity, but what made them so unfavorable?"

You blinked one, twice, and then opened your mouth, instinct giving into feeling this time as the truth slipped out unbidden. "They didn't take kindly to my being a demon, I'm afraid."

He looked less surprised than you were expecting, and instead of pulling a sutra from in his robes and screaming at you to be gone, he merely smiled. "Lucky me, then, to have the pleasure of your company instead!"

And those purple eyes were dipping over your figure again, and you had to wonder just how many other women had been on the receiving end of that particular look, because you rather enjoyed it.

The same way you enjoyed the way his arm casually slipped around your waist as he pulled you out of the path of a careless horseman who'd trotted past.

There was something inviting about Miroku. Something that made you want to let him look at you that way, and look back in much the same manner, just to get even.

He was handsome in a way that wasn't usually found in humans, and it went deeper than just the skin.

You can't keep me waiting forever, baby.
It's getting hot,
Who's going to rescue me?
You got a perfect skin,
With a Devil's grin.
You got a perfect skin,
Eyes like sin…

The beds you'd been promised, comfortable or otherwise, turned out to only be in the singular, and Miroku did the perfectly gallant thing and told you to take it, because he was used to sleeping sitting up when he was on the road.

You did the perfectly you thing and told him not to be silly, because two people would fit in it without any difficulty and you didn't mind sharing.

He'd gone a rather interesting shade of pink for a few moments before he'd smoothed his grin back into place and agreed. "As long as my scent won't offend you, or course." He'd added with a wink.

"I don't think there's much you could do to offend me, Miroku." You replied with a wink of your own, earning you another flash of that blush and another of those long, sweeping glances.

"I'll try to keep that in mind."

Miroku ended up being the kind of bed partner you enjoyed, in that he let you curl around him when having a bad dream, but refused to reciprocate without proper cause.

Not that you doubted his ability to drum up a proper cause on very short notice, but he didn't, and you respected and appreciated that.

And when you woke up to him slowly rubbing circles across your back with a small crease between his eyebrows and a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth, you had to blink several times before you realized you were both perfectly awake. "Sorry, did I do something…?"

"You were having a dream…" His expression cleared and he shook his head. "I apologize; I shouldn't have been so forward." The hand on your back stilled, and you found yourself taking on his earlier appearance.

"Don't stop," you mumbled, simultaneously pushing back against his hand and nudging against his collarbone with your nose, "it feels nice."

That devilish grin of his was back in a flash, and he winked at you. "I doubt it's the only thing I could do that would feel nice…"

You looked up into purple eyes that spoke volumes, and only hoped yours were saying the same. "I should certainly hope not."

You got a perfect skin,
With a devils grin.
Perfect skin…

Love this song. Love this character.

Thanks to Methodical Madness for helping me choose him, and suggesting the song.

The song "Perfect Skin" belongs to: The 69 Eyes

Inuyasha and its related characters belong to: Rumiko Takahashi