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Chapter Two
Must...not...touch...
Miroku was physically holding his hand at his side. His tail twitched frantically as he gazed longingly at the beautiful temptation walking in front of him. Sango was oblivious to his inner turmoil as she strolled along ahead of him, talking with Kagome.
No touch! Touch bad!
He gritted his teeth. She had to know what it was doing to him! She was probably relishing his dismay like fine sake. He felt his ears fold back against his head and a tiny whimper escaped him as the demon exterminator leaned over to pick up Kirara. His hand started to reach and –
SMACK!
The girls turned in surprise to see Miroku twitching on the ground with a lump on his head, and an irate Inuyasha standing over him looking disgusted.
"Stupid bouzo'd rather be cursed than not grope!" he said with a growl.
"She's doing it on purpose!" came a plaintive voice from the ground. "Swaying and bending and-"
WHAM WHAM WHAM!
Shippo hopped onto the beaten monk's chest as Sango huffily wiped her boomerang. The fox kit shook his head.
"You knocked him out, Sango. I think not being able to grope is making him go crazy."
"If we're lucky he'll stay unconscious until we get to Kaede's" sighed Kagome. It was odd to hear the normally gentle girl say such a thing, but in the past hour Miroku had earned three beatings at the hands of Sango, two at the hands of Inuyasha, and one bite from Kirara as they all worked to keep him from getting himself even further changed. They'd succeeded thus far, but the result was one bruised monk and five irritated travelers. Even Shippo and Kirara were getting annoyed.
Inuyasha, after a 'sit' from Kagome, agreed to place the unconscious Miroku on a large sized firecat's back. The problem was that someone was going to have to hold him there, and the hanyou declared he'd be sat all the way to hell before he'd do it. That left the two girls.
"I'm sorry Sango, but I don't think I'm strong enough to hold him on there myself," Kagome admitted sheepishly. The demon exterminator closed her eyes in dismay.
"There is no way this is going to end well," Sango warned, getting on Kirara behind Miroku. She had to actively hold him around the waist to keep him positioned, and that meant his back was pressed rather close to her chest. His tail was pinned between them, and his head lolled back against her shoulder. Even in his unconscious state his ears still moved a bit, occasionally brushing against her face.
"He's just lucky the raven only cursed him when he acts like a lech. If it had been when he thought like one, he'd be a kitsune already," Inuyasha stated as they resumed their trek.
"What's wrong with that?" Shippo asked from Kagome's shoulder. The little fox had been staring at the monk quite a bit since his change. He'd admitted to the girl from the future that Miroku's ears and tail made him look quite a bit like his deceased father.
"One of you is bad enough," growled the dog demon. Kagome glared.
"Sit!"
"Wench!"
"Sit! Don't call me that!"
"Bitch!"
"Sit! Not that either! And leave Shippo alone!"
Sango shook her head at the antics of the other two. It was one strange version of a courtship dance they had going. She wondered if Inuyasha would ever get over that evil clay false-Kikyo and realize how much Kagome cared about him.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to her, Miroku was starting to wake up. His head hurt quite a bit, and he was really rather dazed. Under those circumstances, perhaps he can be forgiven for what happened next. Realizing vaguely that someone of the female persuasion was holding him close and thinking he was dreaming one of his more pleasant dreams, he turned his head from where it rested on Sango's shoulder and laid a gentle kiss on her neck.
The results were immediate and explosive. The demon slayer shrieked and shoved him away from her. Miroku was jolted fully awake by the noise, the sensation of falling, and the sudden nearly painful twinge in his gums. He hit the ground and rolled onto his side, groaning.
Kagome and Inuyasha abandoned their argument and came rushing up to see Sango jumping off Kirara with a killing look in her eye and Miroku trying to pick himself up off the forest floor.
"What happened?" gasped Kagome, moving to intercept the enraged and embarrassed other woman before blood was spilt.
"He - he – he-!" Sango was stammering. She had just started to think that the monk actually had a rather pleasant masculine smell when he'd turned suddenly and kissed her neck. Both the action and her body's reaction had startled her badly – hence the violent response.
"Forgive me dear Sango," said Miroku, painfully getting up off the ground. His robes were dusty, and his tail looked somewhat frazzled. "I thought I was dreaming, I didn't – eh?" The twinge in his mouth was gone, but now there seemed to be a problem with his teeth. Gingerly he probed at them with his tongue, and was dismayed to discover he'd acquired a very sharp set of fangs. "Not again," he murmured in dismay.
"Keh! You're a lech even in your sleep, damn bouzo," commented Inuyasha. Miroku's eyes narrowed a bit.
"Could it be you're jealous of my experience, Inuyasha?" he asked innocently. The inu-hanyou turned bright red and sputtered incoherently. The violet-eyed monk straightened his robes and drew himself up. "I know of several books and sutras that might be of help to – ah, Kagome-sama? Sango? What are you...?"
~
The old miko Kaede was tending the herbs in her garden when the travelers emerging from Inuyasha's forest hailed her. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and then blinked again. No, it wasn't a hallucination. Inuyasha, Sango, and Kagome were walking alongside a transformed Kirara. Riding on the firecat was young Shippo, who was keeping an eye on Miroku. The monk, somehow possessing the ears and tail of a fox, was trussed up securely with his arms bound to his sides and tied to the tolerant Kirara's back in a most undignified manner.
"I am too old for this," she murmured, and went to greet the odd lot.
Chapter Two
Must...not...touch...
Miroku was physically holding his hand at his side. His tail twitched frantically as he gazed longingly at the beautiful temptation walking in front of him. Sango was oblivious to his inner turmoil as she strolled along ahead of him, talking with Kagome.
No touch! Touch bad!
He gritted his teeth. She had to know what it was doing to him! She was probably relishing his dismay like fine sake. He felt his ears fold back against his head and a tiny whimper escaped him as the demon exterminator leaned over to pick up Kirara. His hand started to reach and –
SMACK!
The girls turned in surprise to see Miroku twitching on the ground with a lump on his head, and an irate Inuyasha standing over him looking disgusted.
"Stupid bouzo'd rather be cursed than not grope!" he said with a growl.
"She's doing it on purpose!" came a plaintive voice from the ground. "Swaying and bending and-"
WHAM WHAM WHAM!
Shippo hopped onto the beaten monk's chest as Sango huffily wiped her boomerang. The fox kit shook his head.
"You knocked him out, Sango. I think not being able to grope is making him go crazy."
"If we're lucky he'll stay unconscious until we get to Kaede's" sighed Kagome. It was odd to hear the normally gentle girl say such a thing, but in the past hour Miroku had earned three beatings at the hands of Sango, two at the hands of Inuyasha, and one bite from Kirara as they all worked to keep him from getting himself even further changed. They'd succeeded thus far, but the result was one bruised monk and five irritated travelers. Even Shippo and Kirara were getting annoyed.
Inuyasha, after a 'sit' from Kagome, agreed to place the unconscious Miroku on a large sized firecat's back. The problem was that someone was going to have to hold him there, and the hanyou declared he'd be sat all the way to hell before he'd do it. That left the two girls.
"I'm sorry Sango, but I don't think I'm strong enough to hold him on there myself," Kagome admitted sheepishly. The demon exterminator closed her eyes in dismay.
"There is no way this is going to end well," Sango warned, getting on Kirara behind Miroku. She had to actively hold him around the waist to keep him positioned, and that meant his back was pressed rather close to her chest. His tail was pinned between them, and his head lolled back against her shoulder. Even in his unconscious state his ears still moved a bit, occasionally brushing against her face.
"He's just lucky the raven only cursed him when he acts like a lech. If it had been when he thought like one, he'd be a kitsune already," Inuyasha stated as they resumed their trek.
"What's wrong with that?" Shippo asked from Kagome's shoulder. The little fox had been staring at the monk quite a bit since his change. He'd admitted to the girl from the future that Miroku's ears and tail made him look quite a bit like his deceased father.
"One of you is bad enough," growled the dog demon. Kagome glared.
"Sit!"
"Wench!"
"Sit! Don't call me that!"
"Bitch!"
"Sit! Not that either! And leave Shippo alone!"
Sango shook her head at the antics of the other two. It was one strange version of a courtship dance they had going. She wondered if Inuyasha would ever get over that evil clay false-Kikyo and realize how much Kagome cared about him.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to her, Miroku was starting to wake up. His head hurt quite a bit, and he was really rather dazed. Under those circumstances, perhaps he can be forgiven for what happened next. Realizing vaguely that someone of the female persuasion was holding him close and thinking he was dreaming one of his more pleasant dreams, he turned his head from where it rested on Sango's shoulder and laid a gentle kiss on her neck.
The results were immediate and explosive. The demon slayer shrieked and shoved him away from her. Miroku was jolted fully awake by the noise, the sensation of falling, and the sudden nearly painful twinge in his gums. He hit the ground and rolled onto his side, groaning.
Kagome and Inuyasha abandoned their argument and came rushing up to see Sango jumping off Kirara with a killing look in her eye and Miroku trying to pick himself up off the forest floor.
"What happened?" gasped Kagome, moving to intercept the enraged and embarrassed other woman before blood was spilt.
"He - he – he-!" Sango was stammering. She had just started to think that the monk actually had a rather pleasant masculine smell when he'd turned suddenly and kissed her neck. Both the action and her body's reaction had startled her badly – hence the violent response.
"Forgive me dear Sango," said Miroku, painfully getting up off the ground. His robes were dusty, and his tail looked somewhat frazzled. "I thought I was dreaming, I didn't – eh?" The twinge in his mouth was gone, but now there seemed to be a problem with his teeth. Gingerly he probed at them with his tongue, and was dismayed to discover he'd acquired a very sharp set of fangs. "Not again," he murmured in dismay.
"Keh! You're a lech even in your sleep, damn bouzo," commented Inuyasha. Miroku's eyes narrowed a bit.
"Could it be you're jealous of my experience, Inuyasha?" he asked innocently. The inu-hanyou turned bright red and sputtered incoherently. The violet-eyed monk straightened his robes and drew himself up. "I know of several books and sutras that might be of help to – ah, Kagome-sama? Sango? What are you...?"
~
The old miko Kaede was tending the herbs in her garden when the travelers emerging from Inuyasha's forest hailed her. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and then blinked again. No, it wasn't a hallucination. Inuyasha, Sango, and Kagome were walking alongside a transformed Kirara. Riding on the firecat was young Shippo, who was keeping an eye on Miroku. The monk, somehow possessing the ears and tail of a fox, was trussed up securely with his arms bound to his sides and tied to the tolerant Kirara's back in a most undignified manner.
"I am too old for this," she murmured, and went to greet the odd lot.