Mirror, Mirror

Paper was strewn across the dusty floor, furniture broken, scattered like dead soldiers on a battlefield. Miroku the servant shook his head at the mess his master had created in his various fits of rage. Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

"It ain't that bad."

Miroku shrugged. "Whatever you say, boss."

Inuyasha snorted, and led the way into the destroyed room, stepping over a rather large wooden, busted cabinet. Miroku, also tiptoeing around random, smashed objects, followed the half-demon to a small, elegant-looking cedar table, on which were the only intact things in the room (besides the table they sat on): a glowing rose, hanging in midair in a glass arch, and a silver mirror, laying facedown on the table's dusty surface.

Inuyasha stopped behind the table, in front of the large window with torn crimson curtains, and turned to the monk. "She misses her father," he said gruffly.

Miroku's eyebrows rose. "So?"

"So," Inuyasha pointed to the mirror, "I'm going to let her see him."

"Aaaaaaaaaand…a mirror will make it all better?"

Inuyasha frowned. "Yes."

"…How?"

"Pick it up."

Miroku lifted the mirror to his face. He smirked. "Why, that's the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen!"

"It's your reflection, dumbass."

"Damn, I am one tasty treat." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Shut up."

"So, how will this help again?"

"This mirror will show you anything…anything you wish to see."

"Really?"

"Yes."

A lecherous grin cracked Miroku's face. "Anything?"

"Ye—I mean, no!"

"You said anything!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

"Didn't!"

"Did!"

"Did not!"

"I wish to see what Kagome is doing right now!"

Miroku's nose was pressed against the glass of the mirror just as a woman's figure came into view…as he sprinted down the corridor, Inuyasha hot on his heels. "Oh, yeah!"

"Bozo, if you don't hand it over right now, I'm going rip your spinal cord out though your ass!"

"Ooooo, she's taking a bath!"

Inuyasha's eyes widened as he imagined her graceful, delicate hand slide slowly up her bare, pale leg to come to rest on her naked thig— "AAAARRRGGGHHH!"

Inuyasha tackled Miroku, sending them both crashing into the nearest suit of armour.

"Give it to me!"

"No!"

"Now!"

"Never!"

And the bashing and wrestling continued.

Kagome lounged in the tub, soap and scent surrounding her, clouding her senses, making her feel sleepy with pleasure. She hadn't had a bath in three days, so she was happy to take the opportunity. After all, what else was there to do in this miserable old castle?

Then she heard the shrieks and thuds coming from upstairs. She rolled her eyes.

"Miroku! Sango! Keep the noise to a minimum!" she shouted. "God, you'd think that they could have something better to do other than—"

"Kagome?"

Kagome's head snapped to the door to look at the newcomer. "Sango?" She blushed. "I-I thought that you were upstairs?"

Sango looked sheepish, brown hair tied back into her usual low ponytail. "Well, I heard you yelling, so I thought you needed something…"

"Oh. Right. Sorry." Kagome's face then took on a look of puzzlement. "Wait…If that isn't you making all the racket upstairs, then who—"

Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. She stared at Sango, who, judging by her shocked expression, was thinking the exact same thing. "Oh. My. God."

Finis.

I came up with this when I was watching Beauty and the Beast around 10:30 a.m. on a Thursday morning. Katie and Alison (my sisters) were at summer school, and my grandma was in town, so I had the house to myself.

It got to the part where the Beast shows Belle the mirror and says, "This mirror will show you anything, anything you wish to see." And my immediate thought was "Miroku!" So this is what I got. I hope ya'll enjoyed it. I loved writing it.

Ja ne!