Rhythm of Love by Tangerine Dream

Persuasion

Disclaimer: In no way to I own Inuyasha nor do I make any profit from writing or posting this fanfiction.

“No,” I groaned obstinately glaring at the man who stood in my path. The evil thing that I refused to acknowledge as my older brother had cornered me at work so I couldn’t react violently toward him. He deserved violence for making such a horrible demand of me.

Apparently not understanding the concept of no Miroku pleaded still standing in front of my exit, “Now come on, this really is a reasonable request Kagome. Compared to what you have asked me to do, this is nothing!”

“Name one thing I’ve asked of you that is in some way worse than this!” I shot back at him, searching for a way out of this situation.

“I stole Inuyasha’s diary for you to read.”

“Well at least he didn’t catch you-” I started, only to be cut off by a glare. Miroku hadn’t been caught; but I had. When he found out it had been Miroku (it pains me to admit that Inuyasha got me to snitch on him) lead to Inuyasha chasing him around until he exacted revenge; very painful revenge that makes me wince even now.

Futilely, I pointed out how I had gotten Inuyasha back by spilling all the dirt I’d gotten from said diary; but it wasn’t enough if Miroku’s expression as anything to go on.

“For growing up on a shrine, you sure aren’t forgiving. Especially of something that happened around ten years ago,” I grumbled at him only to get a playful smile in return.

“And who are you to talk about forgiving, little Miss Miko? Look, you can say yes now or I can stop trying to convince you and have Ayame have her hand at convincing you . . .” Turning away from me, he made to leave my office, likely smiling like there was no tomorrow. The brat.

“Fine, I’ll take some stupid dance lessons! But I renounce any blood relationship to you.” Sitting down at my desk with a groan, I ignored his laughter and promise of ‘how much I’d enjoy it’ as finally left. Stupid brother, he just can’t understand the humiliation that is known as dancing; at least how humiliating it is for someone like me who managed to trip over an entire desk this morning . . .

My body could already feel all the pain that would inevitably be inflicted upon it.