This is the long awaited part two, err well actually, about 15 minutes ago I ended part one, and 3 minutes ago I decided to write more so. Yup. Well I guess this note doesn't have to be as long as the last one. I think some people might have died before they finished it. My friend was slumped over in her chair with drool dripping off her chin. Don't tell her I said that! Oh, wait, she's reading over my shoulder… AHHHHH!

Okay, I'm back. Yeah * sniff* she got me…

On with the torture!!! Err, story, I meant story!

~/~ Futures Told~/~

"Grr…" A very angry someone seemed to growl in the startled Monks ear. Miroku stiffened, a cold fear creeping up his spine; he could swear that it meant sudden death awaited him.

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            Miroku's eyes slowly moved trying to peek at his new companion who was kneeling behind him.

            "I told you to come with me." A very familiar voice brought a foot to the Monk's mind.

            "Oh, it's you." Miroku turned around to face the angry demon and smiled, crossing his legs beneath him he turned his gaze out towards the village.

            "Hmm, I don't like having to follow my possessions around, it's a waste of my time." The demon's clawed hand shot up to grip the Monk's chin, forcing the young man to face him. Miroku flinched as the well-manicured claws left welts on his delicate skin.

            "Well why did you follow me… wait, possession? Huh? I don't belong to you." The Monk's look of utter confusion as he tried to recall when he'd become a "possession" was really adorable. The demon took note of that and smiled at the young mans expense.

            "Yes you do. I claim you as mine."

            "Wait why me? And where do you get the authority to "claim me as yours""  Miroku was not going down without a fight, well a non-physical fight anyway.

            "I, Lord Sesshomaru of the western lands can lay claim on anything in my domain. And I need not be questioned on my reasons, especially by you."  The "that's that" look on the demon Lords face left the young man a bit uncomfortable, he shifted nervously.

            "Um, sorry but I belong to someone else." The Monk tried, getting a "yeah right" look in return.

            "Come I am already late due to your antics, but punishment will have to wait. We leave now." Sesshomaru stood, this time watching the Monk as he stood up reluctantly, trying to form a plan of escape that didn't end in certain death.

            The only thing that came to mind was, RUN! So the Monk sprinted off thinking, "great now I've got a rabid Fluffy on my heals."

            The demon Lord growled to himself, what was he thinking going after this stupid human anyway? But something inside of him kept saying, "Go get him" so the demon Lord reluctantly went and got him.

            The young Monk sped towards the village, its not like he had a better destination. The whole ideal of even considering he had a chance to outrun a demon was insane, Miroku repeated over and over in his head trying to convince himself he was crazy. He paused his train of thought for a moment wait, he wanted to be crazy? Before he could think that through two strong arms caught him around the waist and lifted him in the air.

            "Hi." The monk muttered as he was carelessly tossed over a shoulder, he regretted opening his mouth as it was filled with fur. He fought to spit it out without getting the demon Lord even more pissed because of his saliva all over the fluffy article.

About an hour later the monks arms hung limply down the demons back and his neck was twisted rather uncomfortably as he fought to get his mind off the pain in his back from being in such a position for so long. The demon Lord had ignored every single thing Miroku had done, except for when he tried to get down of course. One bonus, the Monk noted was that he had a very nice view, even upside down with the blood rushing to his head he could clearly see that the demon Lord had a very nice ass. From his very limited vision he could also spot a few familiar plants and tree stumps so he kind of had an ideal as to were they were going, somewhere. Yup, they were going somewhere; he gave up that little ideal and decided to see if he could make the rock solid demon annoyed, why not? He had nothing better to do, and he doubted the demon would prefer a trail of drool going down his back from a lecherous Monk.

One very brave little finger built up the courage to find the answer to the world's number one question, "Is Sesshomaru ticklish?" Well maybe not the number one question, but close. The young Monk with a death wish did the undoable, that one brave little finger found its mark, and poked. Suddenly Miroku's own personal demon escort jerked to a stop, his whole body tensing.

"What are you doing?" The demons voice seemed to filter through clenched teeth.

"Who? Me? I didn't do anything." The lie was perfect, perfectly unbelievable being interrupted by soft chuckles.

Sesshomaru growled he really didn't like being laughed at.

"Don't lie to me."

Miroku gasped as claws began to dig into his thigh.

"Ow, alright. It's just hard to believe that the Lord of the western lands is ticklish. I think it's just your fluffy side showing a bit though." The Monk chuckled some more.

"My what?" The demon really didn't sound to amused.

"Um, well, when I first saw you I didn't know your name. So, I umm… well I called you, um, fluffy…" He whispered the last part knowing the demons sensitive ears would still pick it up.

"Grr.. Why would you call me such a ridiculous name?" He growled having had his pride hurt.

"Well cause of this fluffy thing I've been eating for the past hour."  The Monk suddenly had his world swept upside down, well actually right side up considering he was already upside down. He was placed on shaky feet facing a very amused demon. He frowned stubbornly and pulled a few stray pieces of fur from his mouth causing Sesshomaru's amusement to grow. This was a very strange human indeed, the demon decided, he promised himself that he'd take care of the whelp.

"So where are you taking me exactly?" Miroku questioned trying to hide a yawn and a grimace as his back began to protest to even the slightest bit of movement.

"We've already arrived."

Tbc

I got reviews for the first part! Thank you all so very much (I've never gotten that many before shhh!)

Well, I think Miroku's kind of out of Character and all but it fits the story better I think…

I'll keep writing because I feel so loved now that I've got some reviewers!

The last story I posted was Lord of the rings, but FF net took it off and banned me for three weeks. So if my story gets too intense I'll let you know where to find it ^_^!

Umm, yeah I'm done gushing now….

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