Excerpt from "Chasing Methuselah" by Sandra E

Miroku frowned. "Pets? Cats, you mean."
Kagome pouted.
Miroku persisted. "No dogs."
Kagome sulked. "But puppies are cute. And—and—"
"—and they're more trouble than they're worth," he added, crossing his arms over his chest. "Besides, they're not very smart."
Kagome's eyes widened imperceptibly. When—when did we stop pretending?
"But they're... nice," she mumbled, faltering.
"And fickle."
A tiny shiver stretched across Kagome's back. "But dogs—dogs are loyal!"
And that's when it happened. Miroku tensed, tangled his fingers with hers, and looked at her—really looked at her—with an incredibly annoyed, jaded, furious look.
"Only to their masters, Kagome," he growled seriously. "Not their mates."
Kagome didn't want to play anymore.

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Miroku
Trying to take her away from Inuyasha.
And Inuyasha—
Inuyasha was observing her worriedly. "What the hell is wrong with you now?" he asked, tapping his claws against the well's brim with an impatient scowl.
'Trying to take you away.'
A surprised, flustered laugh rolled off her lips as she said, in a soft, overwhelmed voice, "Nothing."
But I think—
I think hell just froze over.

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"Kagome," he told her, and for a moment, an odd sense of déjà vu seeped through his flesh. Reality was crashing in on him. Every little gash, every little cut and bruise was draining his energy; his bones were hurting, his muscles were sore, and his soul was tired. Very tired.