Title: Glitter in the Air

By: HalcyonMoments11

Rated: T (to be safe.)

Pairing: Miroku/Kagome

A/N: This is an idea I got after reading a random X-men story on this site. It's simple really, just put your iTunes on shuffle and go. 10 short drabbles based on or inspired by 10 songs that popped up on my iTunes. They may or may not have a connection to each other, and may take place in cannon universe or AU. It's kind of similar to the 50 sentences stories you see on here. I'll probably put a couple more of these up if this one goes reasonably well. These turned out to be a bit longer then I thought so I'll be putting them up as little chapters rather then one big document. I hope you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the lyrics/songs used in this story.

"Talking."

'Thoughts'

Flashbacks/Dreams/Lyrics.

Shuffle Results:

Glitter in the Air by Pink

All These Lives by Daughtry

Someday by Sugar Ray

On The Way Down by Ryan Cabrera

Distance by Christina Perri

You Found Me by The Fray

Fool by Marie Digby

Realize by Colbie Caillat

Fireflies by Owl City

Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

1: Glitter in the Air (Pink) – Alternate Universe

Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
You're whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone.

Violet eyes turned down to the telephone on the counter beside him before moving back to look out the window above his kitchen sink. How long had he been waiting for it to ring? To hear her toxic voice on the other end? An hour? Maybe two?

He sighed shakily, running long, strong fingers back through his hair, attempting to calm himself. It was ridiculous really, this waiting, this longing. What was he doing?

He moved away from the sink and over to sit at his kitchen table, fingers drumming restlessly against the wood. If only his friends could see him now. They'd call him a mess, tell him he was whipped. They'd tell him that she's only a girl. He could practically hear them laughing at him, reveling in how far the so-called king of the ladies men had fallen. And oh, how he had fallen.

Miroku had never been one to get himself tied down, to delve too deep into any kind of relationship. He was, in all respects, every bit of the ladies man that his title flaunted. He never chased after one woman for long. More often than not, he left them chasing after him.

But, this girl was different. There was something about her that had peaked his interest ever since the day she had literally stumbled into his life three months ago. She was beautiful, ethereally so at times, with long, soft ebony hair, big brown eyes, flawless porcelain skin, and curves in all the right places.

She had come into his life completely by accident, stumbling into his arms in the grocery store down the street while she was working before flushing and fumbling over an apology as she jumped away from him. He had smiled in response, telling her that it was no problem, that he wouldn't mind having such a beautiful woman such as herself in his arms again.

He hadn't realized then how much he would mean that now.

She had a fiery personality, scolded him for his lecherous ways, and didn't fall for his smile like every other girl did. She got to know him, befriended him, got under his skin and made herself comfortable. She was both the most fearsome woman he knew and the kindest woman he knew wrapped up in an alluring, tangled mess that was her life.

He hadn't known it until it was too late – until he found himself yearning to hear her voice, to have her near – that she had done to him exactly what he had been doing to every woman he'd ever met. Without knowing it, she had caught him hook, line, and sinker from that very first moment in that little grocery store on the corner. And now, he found himself at a loss of what to do about it all.

The phone rang, startling him from his thoughts and he was up from his seat and bracing himself against the counter in a moment.

"Hello?"

"Miroku-kun?"

His heart thundered in his ears.

"Kagome?" His voice was barely a whisper.

"I'm here."

The phone was off and back on the counter before he could get the words "I'll be right there," from his lips.

His breath caught in his chest when he opened the door to see her standing on his doorstep, brown eyes looking over him worriedly.

"Sorry Miroku-kun, I just got out of work and got your message. Is everything alright? Are you alright?"

No. No, he wasn't alright. He had never felt this way before in his life, he had never wanted anything so badly, never needed anyone like he needed her.

"I-I'm fine Kagome-chan, I –"

Oh god, he was stuttering now?

"Miroku-kun what's wrong?"

Her hand stretched out to touch his forehead, her fingers grazing gently over his cheek. He caught her hand in his before she could pull away. Her eyes moved from his to their hands and up again, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Nothing's wrong," he replied.

"Then what is it? What was so important that you needed me here right away?"

"Kagome I – oh screw it."

He couldn't take it any longer, three months was far too long. In one swift movement he pulled her towards himself, wrapping one arm around her waist as he crushed her body against his own, the other moving up into her soft, ebony locks as his lips fell over hers, claiming them in a feverish rush. When they finally broke apart, he sighed contently, leaning his forehead against her own.

"I love you, Kagome," he whispered against her lips. He loved the way her name tasted on his tongue.

She met his gaze, a small smile curling the corners of her lips. "Miroku I... I love you too."

He loved the way his name fell from her lips even more.

It's only half past the point of oblivion,
The hourglass on the table,
The walk before the run,
The breath before the kiss,
And the fear before the flames,
Have you ever felt this way?

Vocabulary: kun - used by females when addressing a male that they are emotionally attached to or have known for a long period of time, chan - expresses that the speaker finds a person endearing, it may also be used towards cute animals, lovers, close friends, or any youthful woman.

Word Count: 805

A/N: Well, what do you think? Please review? – HM11