I'm With Him By: Sakura Katsana

Disclaimer: Yo no tengo Inuyasha.

Sakura's Note: Hello to all. Here's my newest fic, ready and waiting for you to read. ^_^

Incase some of you don't know this fic was first an idea inn my ff.net notebook, containing 45 ideas so far. Anyway, I decided that my story 'Dreamt Romance' was the perfect prologue to this story.

You might want to go read Dreamt Romance so you can get an idea of all that's happened before this. The beginning of this is probably easy to follow but incase you want to read it, please review. ^_^;;

So, instead of listening to me ramble, scroll down for chapter one.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Plan Put Into Play

~Both Inuyasha and Kikyo in a clearing, soaking wet, kissing.~

"Oh gods," Kagome gasped, clutching at her side. She had to get back to the camp, forget all this. What was wrong with her?

She'd never acted this angsty about Inuyasha and Kikyo before.

Why did she have to suffer?

~Both Inuyasha and Kikyo in a clearing, soaking wet, kissing.~

It continued to rush through her mind like a herd of rampaging bulls.

"Kagome-sama!"

She had been too busy in thought to realize she had found her way back to the campsite.

"Kagome-chan, what happened?" Sango rushed up, Hiraikotsu above her head as a shelter from the heavy rain.

"Oh, Sango!" Kagome felt like her heart had just burst, she collapsed on the sodden ground and welcomed the shoulder Sango offered.

Miroku stayed silent, wrapping his purple robe over the distraught girl's shoulders.

"Kagome-chan . . ." Sango stood, helping her friend up with her and leading her towards the shack they'd found. "What happened?"

"I was going to tell him but- the forest - they kissed. It's ruined, I was going to tell him and now I-I can't! Sango, I can't!" the older girl seemed to finally grasp the concept.

The miko continued to sob, slowly falling into a deep sleep in the shelter of the shed.

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The rain had let up minutes after Kagome had cried herself to sleep. "She's taking this really hard. Didn't you say this has happened before, Lord Miroku?"

"Yes, but she had not yet come to terms with her feelings, I suppose. Now it's different, she'd been set on telling him, and when he acted the way he did this morning and then the kiss, it demolished all her hope.

"Why does Kami-sama torture them so much? It's obvious to see they love each other, yet there are so many obstacles blocking the path."

"That's what makes love hard," Miroku paused at the forest's edge, "the obstacles that test its strength."

"We need to do something, make him realize what he's losing as we speak." Sango sighed, leaning up against the trunk of a tree, "The baka doesn't get it the way it is now."

"If we could get someone to fall for her here, someone that he would think twice about killing when Kagome was around . . . Maybe jealousy would make him realize."

"We couldn't get Kouga." the demon exterminator focused her magenta eyes up at the sunset.

"No, Inuyasha would kill him before his hand was on her shoulder. Then there's that Hobo boy-"

"Hojo. But he's in the future, we couldn't bring him here. We need someone who he could tolerate. Someone that he's known for a while and doesn't think of as an enemy yet. Someone who would catch him by surpri-" Sango stopped, looking at the monk beside her.

"What? I'm thinking-"

"MIROKU!" The monk in question jumped.

"Wh-what is it Sango? Is something wrong?"

"You!"

Miroku blinked, "Yes, it's me. Sango, are you feeling alright?"

"No! I mean you! *You* can be that guy!" Miroku backed up, taken aback.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Sango . . ."

"What do you mean? You travel with us, your perverted instincts would drive him insane, Kagome wouldn't have a problem with it. If you tried something funny she'd just slap you in private! And the best thing is . . .you wouldn't be groping me!" Sango jumped into the air, clapping her hands happily. "He won't be touching me," she sang, "he won't be touching me!"

Miroku scratched the back of his head, "But, Inuyasha-"

She finally seemed to understand, "You're not *afraid* of Inuyasha, are you?"

"NO!" Miroku snapped, causing Sango to take a step back. "Of course not!" he waited for a response, but none came.

"Kagome!" she was already halfway to the shack.

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Inuyasha sighed, why did Kikyo keep having to do that?! Last time it was putting him under trance, this time paralyzing his legs, all to get a damned kiss! She hadn't agreed to release him until sunrise, which had felt like eternity. Then he'd spent hours trying to find Kagome, even going back to her time was to no avail.

He walked into the clearing, blocking the sun from his eyes, to find the girl he had spent hours trying to find sitting there, laughing.

"Kagome! Where the hell were you?!" Inuyasha stomped towards her, wearing a scowl that would have made Kikyo's eyes widen.

"Oh, Inuyasha, where've you been?" Kagome looked up at Miroku's words.

"Inuyasha, where were you?"

"I could ask you the same question, wench-"

"Don't talk to her like that," Miroku glared, "She didn't do anything." Kagome smiled graciously at the monk, resting her head on his shoulder.

"What-?" Inuyasha looked at the situation in front of him in shock. Why was Kagome acting so nice towards the monk? Why was her *head* on his shoulder?!

"What the hell's going on here?" Inuyasha practically growled, looking from monk to miko.

Both traded looks, then looking up at the hanyou, making him feel uneasy.

"Well, uh, Inuyasha?"

"Yeah?" he scowled, keeping a fixed glare on the lavender-eyed monk.

"I'm, um," Kagome suddenly remembered.

~Both Inuyasha and Kikyo in a clearing, soaking wet, kissing.~

She never knew how confident she could be in a master plan until that moment. "Well, Inuyasha, "I'm with him."

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So, there's the first chapter. ^_^ Short, but the other chapters will be longer, usually the first chapter is always the shortest for me.

Based on how popular this story is it'll help determine how fast I update. If it's a big hit then of course they'll be around two updates a week. If it isn't all that popular they'll be a bit less frequent.

Ja ne

~Sakura