Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha
(Story Written in Poetic Form)

As I sit on the floor of my bedroom
And feel the breeze blow through my
Thick black hair. I think of you Miroku,
My Miroku. After all this time I finally have
All to myself. It feels that we've been fighting
Each other for centuries. I had to wade through
Your past to get you in the present. But it was
Worth it for I have you at long last.

The wind tunnel is now gone and I am
Quite happy about that. As I watch you
Come before me with my bowl of rice
I grin widely as I see your jaw twitch.
You might not love me but I love you.
And unless you want me to go back to
My pillaging old ways, you will accept
Our bargain. Sango must be unworried sick
Since of you and all your adventures, I have
Wiped her memory of it. I won the battle but
I'm truly enjoying the spoils of not going into

"Miroku please be a dear and allow Kagura to remove that Kimono for you,
I'm certain that I'm not the only one feeling a little less hungry and a
More hot."

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