A collection of drabbles written for iyfic_challenge, iyfic_contest, Isswkiwa, and my own amusement
"Not that I miss our morose, temperamental friend, but what IS he doing?!"
Kagome sighed, refusing to look at InuYasha as they trotted after the next jewel shard. "We saw 'The Phantom of the Opera' this weekend." She explained following Miroku's gaze, "and he's been like that ever since."
A blur of red cloth and black cloak landed before her, an ivory white mask staring back at her as the music once again began to spill from his lips; a slow, throbbing melody that did terrible things to her virgin mind. He moved closer, his arms wrapping around her, his lips inches from her ear, his breath hot on her neck.
"What raging fire shall flood the soul, what rich desire unlocks its door. What sweet seduction lies before us..."
Staring into his amber eyes she wondered if it been such a good idea to suggest some culture in their lives, then again...
Phantom of the Opera belongs to the sex god Erik - and Andrew Webber too.