Authors Note: Hey, it's Kikanemi. I have two good original plot ideas and I decided to put them into action. Tell me what you think by reading and reviewing. Thanks!

The Lovely Curse

Prologue

The sun was shining above all beings, creating a glorious day. The six companions had taken a notice and decided to take advantage by stopping for a small picnic. According to Kagome, this was a popular thing to do when the weather was so nice outside.

A large red-checkered blanket was laid out with delicious food placed neatly across it. The boy's eyes could only feast upon it and imagine it all in their mouth at once. Kagome did do a good job at picking out just the right foods.

"Gawds, what is this stuff?"

"SHIPPO!!!" Inuyasha grabbed the kitsune roughly by his tail and heaved him up. He had started eating without permission, and that happened to be the exact thing Inuyasha was about to call dibs on first!

Kagome had just finished putting out the last pie when this fight just had to break out, "Inuyasha! Put him down!"

"But the little brat---" He stopped when he found he was on the receiving end of an evil grin from Kagome, "The little brat...was eating too fast. Only concerned for his health!"

"By the way Shippo, that's called a pie."

Miroku was distracted when he realized the empty presence of Sango. She had been resting on the grassy hill beside them all by herself. He could see from there that Kirara was plenty enough company and was playfully nuzzling her legs.

It took him about, oh, five seconds to realize this was the perfect opportunity for a grope session that was far due. The grass was itchy when he laid his hands down next to him, not planning on advancing for quite awhile now. Out of the corner of his eye, Miroku could see Sango tense as he sat down next to her. She really must have keen senses...or possibly a lecher radar.

"Nice day, don't you think?"

She looked over at him, kami, he was handsome when he looked wistfully at the ground, the sun, just about anything to be exact. There was no use denying the fact that she was extremely happy to know that in a matter of weeks, months, or maybe years, all of that would be hers. Just hers.

He had done it, surprisingly. With all his heart he proposed to her and she was more than willing to comply. Now all that needed to be done was the defeat of Naraku and their relationship could transcend as she wished.

"I-yes, lovely. Perfect for---er---what did Kagome call it?"

"A picnic, Sango, a picnic"

She smiled as she added something to the list of everything she was attracted to about him. Number one hundred twelve: She liked the way her name rolled off his tongue and how he could say it with such ease. When she did say his name she was sure it would sound like a strangled cry of torture, although she didn't want him to think she felt that harshly towards him.

When his hand was raised to cop a feel, he decided something better to do with it. His arm went around her shoulder and he pulled her tightly against him.

She was surprised to say the least. The fact that he took every chance to violate her personal space was just relaying on her mind, but now, she wasn't so sure. There could actually be a tender side to the monk.

"Houshi-sama...those hands..." she repeated as she always did, threat cloaking her tone, "I like them..."

"Even when they do this?" His hand that was oh so nicely caressing her shoulder moved a little lower to feel something else.

Her hand quickly met his flesh and a crack sounded over the camp.

"Always ruining the moment..." Miroku muttered to himself as he held his newly slapped cheek," And I'm sorry."

Now the last comment really took her by surprise. He had always taken his time to go out of his way just for an alarming grope but not once had he shown his remorse for what he had done. She reminded herself that Miroku has changed considerably since he 'popped' the question. But this time---she was afraid to say---he seemed really sincere.

She could not tear her gaze away from his eyes of twilight, and he seemed to be locked in her eyes as well. When she finally realized that their proximity was one meter too close he already was leaning in to capture her lips. Her eyelids suddenly felt heavy and they closed with a flutter. His warm breath was panting on her face and she was anticipating her first kiss. Suddenly the breathing stopped, but she was too afraid to open her eyes.

On the other hand, Miroku found himself in quite the predicament. When he was about to grace Sango's lips with a chaste kiss he fell forward into a pool of water. Oddly enough...it hadn't been there before.

Sango grew impatient. He may have Buddha's strength and training to keep his focus and restraint, but she certainly did not. Quite hastily she leaned forward but plopped face first into the ground. Not only that, but the impact caused her to start rolling down the hill.

Although at the moment she was speeding toward the ground in a dizzy whirling frenzy she still couldn't make out Miroku's figure at the top of the slope.

Miroku seemed to have disappeared.

The pool was deep and he finally was able to paddle to the top. This definitely was not the hillside he had abandoned Sango on minutes before. It was dark and he was in some sort of enclosure. The only things he could make out were the dank rocky walls and the pool he was in right now.

Peculiar, there seemed to be no exit, and wasn't he just about to do something he was waiting to do for a long time? How'd he get here? When his last thought was finished he instantly found himself on top of the hill once more and tumbling towards the ground. The water must have been real because he was still wet and stray grass was clinging to his robes.

As Sango made it to the bottom of the hill her speed decreased and her last stop was a puddle of mud---so conveniently giving her a facial. Out of nowhere a tremendous pressure fell on her back...just when she had the courage to pry away from her lovely mud bath. Whatever or whomever it was had been splattered as well.

Miroku groaned and tumbled over the other side of Sango, getting a sufficient amount of mud on his body.

"Wha-what happened?" Miroku stuttered as he propped himself on his forearms and looked up towards where they had left the picnic.

"You're wet...but...how? Why?"

Miroku looked back at Sango,"I don't know. I'm not so sure myself."

"Let's call for help," she was scared that they were alone for a while and truthfully she didn't trust herself with him, "SHIPPO! INUYASHA!! KAGOME!!!"

No one came trotting over the ledge of the hill. The tall grasses surrounded them in their little field and everything seemed calm. Only the light winds murmur created a lulling sound in the plain. Sango was in a slight state of panic and she quickly stood up to run up the hill.

When she had successfully climbed the somewhat overgrown bump she was surprised at the sight ahead. No one had answered because no one was there. The exact spot they had been sitting and talking, and perhaps waiting to eat, was left vacant.

"Houshi-sama!" she hissed as she pantomimed him to come to her," Look!"

It was almost futile to get clean, but he brushed himself of anyway then continued his way after Sango. After he was beside her it still didn't seep in.

"Yeah...what?"

"They're gone! Everything is gone!" She took a rough grip of his neck," Don't you get it you stupid monk?! We're stuck! We're alone!"

"I think I could have pinpointed that without you using such aggressive methods." he gasped out, fairly out of breath from being strangled around his neck.

"Sorry..." she wiped her hands on the midsection of her battle suit," Come on!"

Sango had his hands in a death grip as they ran off past the picnic scene in search of their companions.

After at least an hour they had made it to a forest. It truly seemed that they were the only two people on Earth, not even a bird chirped among the trees. Besides the fact that Sango was in a state of complete paranoia, Miroku imagined that nothing could be better. They were, after all, alone...

"What's going on over there?!" Sango pointed to an eerily glowing part of the forest, getting Miroku out of his trance as well.

"I don't know, let's check it out."

Like before, they walked at a nimble pace towards their destination. Miroku decided not to mention that he sensed a weird aura for fear that Sango would ultimately lose her mind.

When they reached the small glade they stared awkwardly. There, both of them saw a clearing surrounded by blue light. The whole of the area was being illuminated by it. In the middle were logs, which were strategically placed to kindle a fire, as they seldom had to make. In this instance the fire was blue, the flames licking at a large cauldron looming over it. A scraggly old witch hovered above the pot and was chanting something they could not comprehend.

"Maybe we should leave..."Sango muttered as she tugged at Miroku's robes. He shook his head but still obeyed her by turning in the other direction.

"Although I am old I still have heightened senses. I know you two are here." she paused as they both looked at her awkwardly," Do come over to the fire."

It was as if they were being pulled near it, neither of them could back away.

"Now," She took a small sip of what was brewing over the fire and the long gray hair that was braided over her shoulder turned many shades darker. Her whole body was growing younger before their eyes and before they knew it a young maiden stood before them," tell me how you have found this place."

"Found? More like stumbled across...."Her voice was shaky but she didn't want anyone, especially the witch, to know that she was rather frightened.

"Ah, I see it now, you did not know what you were getting yourself into, did you?"

"Um-er-no." Came a stupid half-wit response of Miroku.

"Perhaps you can leave without my permission, besides, you seem very in love." The women assumed, taking her time to unbraid her glorious raven locks.

"In love?" Sango almost choked.

Miroku lazily draped an arm over her shoulder but it was quickly slapped off.

"Then I am mistaken," Miroku found her mellow and smooth voice very pleasing to the ear. He was beginning to think he should ask-"you are just traveling companions."

"That's exactly it." Sango would have sounded much more secure in that statement if she didn't see a tinge of hurt flash across Miroku's features.

Miroku was really disappointed at what Sango was saying. Could she really just think that of him? Well, he wasn't going to stand there while being betrayed when he had other business to attend too.

"Madame Witch, will you bear my child?" Miroku grasped her hands in his, his bold sauntering shocking her to no end.

Sango's eyebrows were twitching as she tried to alleviate some of the anger that was rising. It was rising, rising, until finally she hit her boiling point. Before she could react the witch screeched and pushed Miroku violently towards the ground.

The fire went out in an extremely loud gale that suddenly blown. Her eyes glowed red as her hair flailed around and her feet rose above the ground.

Sango was afraid for herself, but more importantly for Miroku. She promptly ran over to him and put her arms around his strong shoulders as he remained on the ground, too idle to continue.

"You came here uninvited, then you chose to go against your own heart when you asked that fatal question," Miroku shivered as she pointed directly at him," You will pay...

A curse of lost souls set upon your wretched fate,

Where you are long lost and actions come too late.

This toil and trouble can only end,

When first love's kiss comes to mend.

Haha..." The witches evil cackle was the last thing they heard before they were torn apart into a place unknown.

Only time would tell.