Miroku meets Sesshoumaru in the woods, and the youkai has a proposition for him. Is revenge worth a life? (Not yaoi)

I hope no one's done this yet, but I don't think that's likely. Please don't yell at me if you had this idea first.

Miroku rubbed his face, where the hand mark was still there, in bright red.

"If Sango sees this I'm dead," he muttered. His lecherous ways were getting him in trouble more and more often lately. He was between a village and the camp his friends had set up. He could almost see the fire ahead, on the path.

"Nope, gotta lie low just a little longer."

He was planning on waiting a few more minutes before returning to the others, but that plan was ruined when he heard his name being called. In a very familiar female voice, too.

"Miroku?"

The figure matching the voice appeared around the corner, though he could barely see sango in the dark.

"Gotta hide, gotta hide!"

He jumped off the path, trying to put as many concealing trees between him and the woman as possible. As it turned out, he overdid it just a tiny bit.

"That ought to do it. So… where am I again?"

Every direction looked the same, which was a telltale sign of an enchanted forest.

"But there's no jaki, so it must just be my imagination," Miroku told himself.

"Talking to yourself is a sign of poor mental stability," a voice said evenly. Miroku whirled around, to face whoever had spoken. A figure dressed almost entirely in white stood there, a strong contrast to the black night behind him.

"Sesshoumaru?" He didn't need to ask, the youkai was unmistakeable. Miroku's left hand went to the sheath on his right.

"You'd be dead before you even started on the knot, human, and for once I don't feel like killing you."

"What are you doing here? You aren't after the tessaiga again, are you?"

"You're destined to die."

"Where did that come from?"

"The hole in your right hand will eventually consume you, as it did your father and grandfather. Probably in the middle of the night, and imagine the sorrow if your companions happened to be sleeping nearby."

Miroku glared at the youkai.

"So why do you care? You're a heartless bastard and we all know it, so whatever you're trying to pull, I'm not falling for it."

"I'm not trying to 'pull' anything. I have a simple proposition for you. In order to rid yourself of the curse, you have to defeat Naraku."

"And I know that, too."

"But he protects himself too well. His saimyoushou render your wind tunnel useless, and don't even get me started on your woman's ridiculously huge boomerang. That leaves my baka of a brother and his human wench. In short, you can't kill him. I can."

"And why so charitable all of a sudden?"

"I can do something you cannot, and you can do something I can't."

"What is that?"

"You can kill Inuyasha."

"What?"

"With the tessaiga it is impossible for me to kill him, without it, even more so."

Miroku shivered as he recalled Inuyasha's transformation into a full demon. Such a creature had nothing but the desire, and the ability, to kill.

"No. I won't."

"Then you will die. Just hope you are the only one."

Sesshoumaru pointed a random direction.

"Your camp is that way. I'll be watching, should you reconsider."

And then he was gone, leaving Miroku alone.

To be continued, but only if you're nice to me.