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So, Kaylana reviewed and said she liked bishounen torture. Well- I'm happy to make her happy! More Miroku!!! Oh- and congrats on the new computer!

Speaking of which, I need ideas- so please take not on the things I'll write at the bottom!!! Thanks in advance! ^_^

Glass House

"Come on in cause I know I can take it- you can throw those stones- even though I may be fragile, you're not gonna see me shatter."

--------- Miroku's Narrative (POV) -----------

I laid sprawled out across the stone floor of my prison, feeling generally weaker then before.

Click.

The sound broke through my subconscious barrier against all sorts of sound. I could feel myself, the great houshi, (well, not-so-great, but still,) moan weakly. I tried to stand, but a shot of pain firing through my head and up my legs and back assured me I was going no where any time soon. I was very incapable of standing. Make that moving as a whole.

The wounds, the blood, the pain and weakness, it's awful, yes, but the worst part is knowing there's nothing I can do about it. This physical torture is almost as bad as the mental torture.

Almost.

The word was like a prayer to him sometimes… he wouldn't die of the body if he wasn't dead of the mind, at least.

But it was also a curse. Knowing that Naraku was playing with him, and could easily bend him to his will… he'd beaten him into oblivion, yet revived him before he could die. Naraku, he decided, wasn't trying to kill him in his body, he was trying to break his mind and crush his spirit. He wants me to join him. The thought was as a cup of cold water rolling down his spine. This was the proverbial game of cat-on-mouse, and he sure as hell was not the cat. He smirked slightly, but gave up- the effort was too much.

"I see you're enjoying your accommodations." Naraku snarled. Miroku visibly stiffened and slowly lifted his head to see Naraku, in the baboon-skin glory of a blood thirsty demon before the kill.

'What kill?' He thought. 'If I refuse to let him best me, he will have no victory over me. He will have no victory over me.'

"This can all stop right now." Naraku started, walking around in front of me without a kind overtone. Yet he made no move to hide his whip. "Just join me, houshi called Miroku, and you can become powerful and get your revenge.

Revenge? That sounded really good. I couldn't stop myself- I had to think this one over. I could join Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippou's arch enemy, be freed of my curse, become very powerful and live. I could have Sango if I wanted! Sango- I can't help but stop as I think of her. Naraku killed her family and has control over her brother and killed her whole village to top it all off! He deceived her and nearly killed her, not to mention taunts her even now. I remember the nights before I left- I could hear her silent crying… dammit why couldn't I just comfort her then? This all might be different… but I didn't, no use dwelling on the past when I can dwell on the present. But I could get my revenge and my freedom- the two things I really wanted… Or did I really want them? I didn't really want revenge, I realized, I wanted my freedom, yes, but I also wanted Sango, and kami-sama knows how hard that was for me to admit to myself.

"Well?" he asked.

"I-" I started, thinking wildly. What to do, what to do…

"I know what stays your choice, the taijiya girl, ne?" he taunted. "It's not as if she could ever love you. She's a bitch, a slut, and a whore. Who knows who's taken her already? You can get your revenge on her too, just call me Naraku-sama and we will avenge your past!"

I can't say I didn't feel possessive about Sango at that moment. I was angry, no furious at Naraku for even suggesting such things about my Sango. My Sango? Okay, that's going a little far, especially since she wants me dead, but no matter what that was still cruel and she still is my friend, even if I'm not hers.

I stood slowly, looking warily at Naraku. And this was no easy feat.

"That struck home, eh? Well, you should be proud you can stand, because you shouldn't be able to. You're just to weak to take the pain." He snarled.

So, he wants me to join him, yet he insults me and my friends.

Then it struck me like a ton of bricks, headache and all.

He was trying to get me mad and evil and all that crap so that I would taint the Shikon no Tama in my possession- that is if I still had my shards.

Um… yep, still got them. I guess there's a level limit to how many shards you can taint. Or maybe he wanted to see if I'd do it.

So I couldn't kill him. Or think evil thoughts.

So I do the only thing a person in my situation could do.

I kicked him. Really really hard. Where it mattered. He winced and bent over in pain. Naraku-sama is out for the count! Hey, these sandals are good for something! I guess he didn't see that coming, or he would have moved aside or blocked it just as easily. (I'm half dead here- how hard could it be?) But that's the problem to being an abnormally powerful demon. You have no idea of the strength and will of the human mind. I can't help but grin smugly.

Uh-oh, he's standing up now, and I really don't like that look he's giving me. He's got a very piercing stare. And I'm just the handsome, cute, ever-so-loved houshi, at whom said youkai is very pissed.

Um… help?

"Kisama…" Naraku growls, lunging at my pathetically weak body. I clamp my eyes shut for the impact, but apparently fate or my extensive state of injuries was on my side, cause I fell to the side in weakness as he dove at me.

Naraku let out a strangled cry of shock and horror as he flew over me, hardly expecting luck would work a second time. He landed on the ground a few feet away, swearing like Inuyasha the whole way.

Yep, I meant to do they, yessir, sure did, yep.

He's standing up now, I can see him through the sides of my eyelids. I try to stand, but lady luck has left. Lady? Where? Okay, back now… either I'm getting much weaker or I'm going mad. Schizophrenic most likely. I'm talking to myself for cripes sake.

Well, I was so busy worrying about what was wrong with my mind and naming the other parts of myself that I didn't notice Naraku's fist until the little stars began to sing in my eyes.

Whee! Look at the stars! They look so happy-ful, like that cot-ten can-dy Kagome brought for us to try, that made us all crazy and happy, even sour Inuyasha. It was yummy and sweet and sugary and…

Eiww, what's that taste in my mouth? It's not cot-ten can-dy; it's metallic and it tastes all rusty and nasty, but it's filling my mouth and it won't go away! It takes me a full minute to gather my wits about me enough to know that it was my own blood that I was tasting.

I glower up at Naraku, feeling my strength returning, or maybe it was my bloodlust strength coming for the first time. Inuyasha got his bloodlust all the time in battle, partially because he got wounded all the time and needed his anger to fuel him onto battle. I never got wounded, or at least I didn't get wounded and get a bloodlust from it. I guess it didn't come to me cause I'd never needed it before, but now I did.

I try to stand up again, but the room spins wildly before me. I think I'm going to be sick…

I here the whistle of the whip before it strikes me, opening a new bright red gash on my back. Numerous others crisscross my skin… no one could ever see them. I sigh at the unfairness, I liked my back. It was pretty before Naraku beat it all up. Some of the cuts are fresh, and others are turning into scars. Several are infected- Naraku's not as good a doctor as he is a demon.

My robes are half torn away now, from the constancy of Naraku's angry blows against me. Parts of it have been made into crude bandages. I wish for my wind tunnel now- a first- but it was tied firmly from the first, and no hope is there of freeing it, just as there is no hope of freeing me.

He strikes me again, and I can feel the blood flowing freely down my back.

"Surrender, Houshi Miroku." He commands.

"Zettai!" I answer, proud of my audacity and the fact that I could speak strongly without a squeak.

"Shin-e Miroku!" he orders with a smile. He raises his whip again- but stops half way to me. I crack open my eyes when the end of the whip glances off my skin.

"Nani?" I murmur, watching him warily. He swears profusely.

"I forgot- I can't kill you. Damn order!" he spins on his heel and faces the wall angrily.

Then I found the strength to stand up, somehow. Maybe the idea that he couldn't kill me spurred me on. I stood, and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He turned and I smacked him full in the face.

::CRACK::

"Touch me again, youkai…" I warned, smiling inside my mind. I was taking a stand!

I think he knew it was useless to attack me, as I wouldn't care, but he also had to wait for me to attack, just in case I decided too. Now who's calling the shots? Go Miroku, go Miroku…

And so we stood at a standstill, me glaring at him, and him glaring at me. Who knows how long it would have lasted if my fatigue and the stress of my new injuries hadn't struck in right at that moment.

Everything started spinning very fast, and the room grew very warm. Whee! Look at the colors! I haven't felt like this since I got drunk in the last village with a major bishoujo. And when I say major, I mean hot, sexy… and I think I'm going to stop now and be a good terrified houshi prisoner and pass out. Yes, that sounds very good.

So I do just that.

It's either that or get beaten half to death by a youaki. Um, it's not good to run and hide or result to fainting like a helpless girl. It's also not good to let him take some shots, according to Inuyasha, the revenge psycho. That is the rule, he says, unless, of course, you're about to be killed by a pissed off youaki, in which case, faint away, and do so with a grace, finesse, and power.

Isn't the point of fainting loosing power? Then again, this is Inuyasha's reasoning, and I highly doubt he's totally sane. Or did I say that? Who said that?

I'm staring to think that the fainting didn't work cause I'm still thinking ordinary thoughts.

Did I say ordinary?

…Um… oops?

TBC

Sucky ending, the whole thing was kinda funnier cause it's Miroku I mean come on! My bishounen torture sucked big time… I'll think about doing more… ^_^

…help?

Please vote on these and offer suggestions:

1: Miroku/Sango

(A) fluff (kissing, sweet talking…)

(B) lemon (create your own toppings)

(C) no Miroku/Sango (icy people!)

2: Inuyasha/Kagome

(A) none!

(B) mild, hand-holding, long "walks"… no real detail

(C) fluff and/or lemon

3: Any Sesshomaru? At all?

4: Any other pairings? Kohaku/Rin? Anything?

5: Kikyo at all?

6: Should Nori have a pair? Should demon relations start, (meaning should they become more important)

7: any other people I should add?

8: IDEAS! IEE! HELP!!

Thanks!

~*~ Demon Darkness Wanderer ~*~