A/N: And at last, the epilogue. *sighs* I will miss it.
"Eyeshadow Is For Ukes"
Miroku craned his head back and gave the remains of the courtyard gate a
baleful look. It appeared that the Tetsusaiga had gotten some good use in
again. The thing was little more than hinges and splinters.
"Houshi-chan . . . ?" a hopeful voice asked, and he looked back down,
finding Rin before him.
"Hello, Rin-chan," he said simply, giving her a happy smile.
The girl leapt straight into his arms with a cry of delight. "You came
back!" she cheered. "Rin was so afraid you wouldn't!"
"Well, I did. So there." Miroku stuck his tongue out at her and the girl
giggled. "Where's Sesshoumaru-sama?"
"Rin's Sesshoumaru-sama went to his room," Rin informed him. "He was very
upset about the mess and that his otouto-chan stole you without him
noticing until it was too late. But you are Sesshoumaru-sama's mate only,
right? Not at all for his otouto-chan."
"Right," Miroku agreed warmly, pulling the girl up on his hip and starting
towards the palace itself, which was sporting a few new "doors" but for the
most part undamaged.
Jaken was leaning against the front door, slightly bruised and half-dozing.
He cracked an eye open at their approach and grunted. "About time you got
back, monk," he muttered, then yawned and returned to his nap.
"You know you missed me, old man," Miroku teased, lightly tapping his own
staff against the other's.
Jaken just snorted and waved him off. "Go play with m'lord and keep me out
of your warped affections," he ordered, still not opening his eyes.
"Whatever you say, Jaken," the monk chuckled, and left Rin with the youkai
to go inside and do as he'd been told. It definitely wasn't an order he
had any trouble following.
He padded down the hall, careful to avoid the debris on the floor, and
found himself at Sesshoumaru's bedroom door almost too soon- yet at the
same time, not soon enough. It was ajar, and he peered in, eyes widening
at the mess. It looked as if some had let a wild dog loose . . . in . . .
oh. Duh, Miroku.
Sesshoumaru kneeled on the futon, his head in his remaining hand and
kimono's sleeves shredded, dried blood caking the stump that had been his
"Fool . . . " he hissed at himself. "Gods damned FOOL . . . You should've
been stronger . . . " The youkai made a noise that almost might've been a
sob and slammed his fist through the floor.
"Hey, sugar pie," Miroku greeted with a lazy grin. "Miss me?"
Judging by the speed with which Sesshoumaru tackled him, he had indeed.
"You . . . came back," Sesshoumaru rasped, sounding like he didn't even
"Yeah, I kinda already knew that," Miroku replied, his grin widening.
Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed. "Bastard. I thought you'd run away."
"You kidding?" Miroku gave him a dubious look. "After all the sexual
tension I went through because of you, I'm not going anywhere until I get
laid at least once!"
"I could arrange that . . . " Sesshoumaru breathed into the monk's ear.
"About damned time!" he yelled. "You've been torturing me with this for
"But I'm all dirty," Sesshoumaru pouted- yes, pouted. "Maybe we should go
take a bath . . . ?" Then-some amber eyes gleamed with a combination of
mischief and seductive light.
Miroku gave him a thoughtful look. "Only if I'm on top."
"Whaaat?!" Sesshoumaru squawked, practically falling over.
"I wanna be seme!" Miroku insisted, pouting in a very un-semelike way.
"Who's the lord here?!"
"I absolutely refuse to believe that you can possibly be anything but uke
with that much make-up on."
" . . . you did NOT just go there."
* ende *
End Notes: Well, it's done. *sniffles* I really will miss this story- it
was terribly fun to write. But it's at least twice as long as I'd
originally planned, and I'm happy with it as it is, so I really think it's
best to end here. Thanks to all my reviewers- it's because of you this
story went for so long!
One last thing- there IS another Miroku x Sesshoumaru fic I've been
thinking about writing. Anybody wanna see it?
. : make me a happy author. review the mad l33t story : .