Bellichan: Copyright Pioneer and whatever...yadda ya....it isn't mine.

Miroku: you could be a little clearer.....-_-;;

Bellichan: I don't want to! I feel writer's block coming on....I could always end the quest.....

Miroku: NOOOO!!!! OK OK it is fine, ehehe. ^_^;;

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The portal, conveniently placed near Sakura's school, closed with a popping noise. Miroku stepped out onto the playground, looking around. Lunchtime! All the little girls running around the playplace were only around ten years old.

*Something tells me I'm gonna get bashed in this episode....-_-;;* Miroku thought. Turning around, he again attempted to locate the main character.

Not seeing anyone familiar right away, Miroku roamed the playground. He got several blank stares from the girls, who froze in their tracks to stare at the feudal era monk. Luckily, even Miroku isn't enough of a lecher to think about these girls like that. Then, looking at the picture in the binder again (yes he has a magical binder telling him what all of the girls look like) he spotted the age of the girl he was looking for.

He screamed. I thought it was going to be a teacher or something! i can't ask a little girl! The wide eyes of the girls surrounding him grew wider; no one cursed of the playground. An angry teacher barge through the thick cloud of girls.

*WHOA! Now this is more like it! Miroku thought, spying the teacher's fair face. Checking again in the book, he was disappointed not to find her picture on the list. However, the teacher was pissed off anyway.

We do NOT curse on this playground, young man! What is your business here? The teacher fumed over Miroku's cursing, but her few years of experience in teaching enabled her to tolerate it.

Oh, I'm here to find someone named - SAKURA! Miroku spotted a pair of rollerblades disappearing around the corner - Sakura was going home for lunch. Miroku dashed after her. When Sakura heard someone shouting her name, she turned around and skidded to a stop on the sidewalk.

Yeah! That's me! What is it?!!

Catching his breath, Miroku stood still. Sakura possessed amber hair and large green eyes, set in the center of a young, bright visage . Next to her was, as Miroku could tell from the binder, Tomoyo, a pale young girl with ashen gray hair. Miroku decided he would ask Sakura first.

Sakura Kinomoto, will you PLEASE bear my child?

He got much of the same reaction as from Akari, except much more violent. Sakura whipped out the wood and fight cards and released them with an incantation. They combined into a beautiful wooden fighter, one that possessed both resiliency and splinters, a dangerous combination.

Miroku did not stop there. What a beautiful creature! Hey, creature-thingy, will YOU bear my - Again, he did not get to finish. The combination of the cards whooped his arse in a very short time.

I WOULD BE THE SAME AGE AS YOUR FREAKIN DAUGHTER!!!!!!
Sakura skated off in a huff.

Tomoyo lingered behind, looking angered. Miroku did not wait this time to speak.

You're gay, aren't you? Tomoyo responded with a hesitant nod. Kind of, she said.

I thought so. This ALWAYS happens, goddamit! GAAAAAAH!!
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