Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, although that would be awesome if I did, but then again...maybe not...for they are the true creators! Mwahahaha.
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Chapter one: The same old thing...
SLAP! "Miroku-san, YOU'RE HOPELESS!" The youkai slayer yelled at the monk, who's face had formed a red mark in the shape of a hand. The youkai slayer had left the monk, her face very tense.
The monk' had sighed, his arms slouched and his shakujou held loosely in his hand. He stood there for a moment and then began to walk, the direction he was walking in was headed straight to a village. " It always ends like that...every time I try to tell her how I feel...it never works out...and Kagome-chan always is telling me that it has to be ' just the right mood'" He said imitating her voice. "And whenever I do think it is the right mood...I am inflicted with pain...hmm...maybe I am doing something wrong...perhaps groping her is not working...could it be that she wishes for me to take it further?" He had a sly look on his face as if he was thinking.
He had arrived at the village and he brought attention to the village's women. "Oh my fucking god! Look at that hot monk!" "I wonder if he is taken!" "I wonder what he is like in bed!" They all said giggling to themselves. Miroku grinned lecherously and he went up to them giving them all a charmingly smile. "Good morning ladies..." He said in a seductive voice.
The girls giggled more as their faces turned red. "Good morning monk...what brings you to our village? Work? Entertainment? Pleasure perhaps?" The monk cocked up an eyebrow and was now grinning.
"Now, now ladies...if I were to tell you...I possibly could not contain myself from my urges..."
The women giggled more. "Oh, but you are so hot! Please do come with us." Before the monk could say anything back, they had taken him to a hut where they all sat down including Miroku.
The monk continued to grin, for he has never had such luck, while Sango was around him anyways. So being given the opportunity to enjoy himself, he didn't resist the young women, young indeed, most of them were about his age or younger by a couple of years. Their delicate hands were caressing him and their smiles shined with eagerness. "Monks now a days normally don't come around this village." A woman said as they started to take off his robes.
"Oh? and why not?" He said enjoying himself a lot.
"Because our village is cursed...and none of the monks or priestesses can get rid of it." They said and they took turns kissing him on the neck, his cheeks, and his chest.
"I see...perhaps I could get rid of this curse that has fallen upon your village."
"Oooh really? You'd do that for us? But we are a rather poor village...how could we ever repay you in return for your services?"
"Well, what you are doing now could be payment...and perhaps a warm bath and a hot meal?"
"Ah! Yes, yes of course!" The women giggled again, then they started to undress themselves. The monk's violet eyes grew wide sort of as he saw such sights, his grin became very wide. The women then thrusted themselves onto the monk, kissing him more. Their soft lips pressed against his and he was in heaven. With all the attention you would think that the monk would be more of a team player and join right in, although he was pleased, it didn't feel right, he was missing something, no matter how soft the skin of the women felt, he did not want it.
Was he sick? Did he have a fever? This was so unlike Miroku, but perhaps it's deeper than we think. He sat up and he clothed himself. He stared at all the women laid down on the floor naked and smiling at him. "Eh..."he gasped. "They have no souls!Why? They feel so warm...and they...feel very much alive...but they have no souls." He thought to himself. "I should be going now...I do indeed have other plans..." He took a step towards the door.
"Oh please don't leave monk! What about the curse? You said you would release it..."
The monk thought for a moment. "Alright...I shall release the curse, but after I shall take my leave."
The women smiled and clothed themselves and they took him to a secret shrine. "This is where the curse originated..." A woman said.
"Alright...please stand back as I will now get rid of this curse..." He pulled out a sutra and he placed it on to the shrine. A glow of light came from the enscripted paper and an aura came from the shrine, then it dispersed and the light was gone.
"You did it dear monk! What is the name of our savior?"
"My name is Miroku...you need not worry about the curse any longer." He said and then had left the village. "Hmmm...that seemed rather childish...and simply to easy..." He thought to himself and started to head back to the group. The day passed by quickly because the sun was setting, the monk had not even remembered the time to return, so he thought the group would give him a hard time. Only he was wrong. He had arrived and he was greeted only by faces of disgust. The youkai slayer looked away angrily and the hanyou grunted. The reincarnated miko got up and took the monk by the wrist and dragged him outside.
"Miroku-san! How could you? You probably just ruined your chance with Sango-chan!" The miko was always doing this, always lechering him after he had performed something wrong in the "Love Department". The monk simply listened for he knew she was not finished talking. "First! you don't just touch her when you feel like it! It's disrespectful, Second! you can't just go off and get...Hickies!" Hickies? When did Miroku get hickies? Ah yes, he remembered at the village, the women must have done so.
The monk looked at her and he sighed in his mind. "You should stop going around looking for women! when you have a perfect woman for you right inside that hut!" Miroku did indeed know this for a fact, but it was hard for him to always get rejected from the one he cares most about. "Okay Miroku-san! This is what I am going to do for you, you have to do exactly everything I say! Alright?" The miko said happily. Miroku sort of unsure about her idea shrugged his shoulders anyways and accepted her help. Kagome squealed in excitement and she got close to his ear and started to explain what he needed to do. Sango peeking outside saw Kagome close to Miroku whispering into his ear, she scowled and looked away. "Hm..." She sighed. Inuyasha looked at her, he didn't dare say anything to Sango, for he knew the mood she was in, so he let it be.
Some time passed and Kagome and Miroku came back into the hut and they sat down. "So...what'd you two talk about for so long?" The hanyou asked.
"Oh! nothing...just...stuff..."She smiled at him then she smiled at Sango.
Sango forced a smile out. 'Why am I acting like this? I'm not jealous am I? It's not as if Kagome-chan is...with Miroku...ah! Why would I care? eh..." She forced herself to stop thinking, she looked down at the fire that had been made in the middle of the small room. Miroku glanced at Sango, but she didn't notice him, he looked down and then sighed. About three hours passed and Sango and Kagome along with Shippou had fallen asleep. The small kitsune cuddled up to the miko and the slayer was sleeping just as soundly as a calm wind. The hanyou was leaning against the wall, his Tetsusiga rested on his chest as his arms in his sleeves held it in place, he was breathing softly, indicating he also was asleep.
The monk was laying on the ground on his side, he recently had been looking at his cursed hand. He thought about his Kazzana, this depressed him, his thoughts raced, as if it would kill him if they stopped. His eyes were calm and halfway closed. The sadness, the deepness in his eyes shun very brightly though. The monk normally keeps his emotions about his Kazzana to himself, but whenever it was night, when everyone was asleep or when he was by himself, he always thought about his hand. He sighed and lowered his hand on the floor, for he had raised it some, he looked over at Sango as she slept, a small smile escaped his face and he started to think now, about what Kagome had said to him. "Would this really work? Will I finally succeed? Or will the same thing happen to me as it always does?" he thought. He closed his eyes to rest, but he soon found himself dead asleep. The night was silent and quiet, no sounds of demons and no smells of Naraku. This did not concern the group though, so they continued to sleep soundly.