Note: so did anyone get confused last chapter? I kept jumping from one persons thought to the other, plus I forgot to put up a metal note that, Ayame was having a (flash back) or... dream! So sorry about that anyways lets continue!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha not that I want him because I want... SESSHOMARU!!! But sadly I don't own him either, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING OR ANYONE!!!!!!

Miko's and monks

'I'm not alone' she thought as she squinted through the dark. Her spirit both dropped and rang when she saw who it was. 'No it wasn't her beloved Koga but a different man.'

The monk...


Ayame studied his features. Well... he didn't smell like Koga, he didn't have the same beautiful skin texture like Koga's... Ayame smiled, but he does have dark hair! She was glad that this man had it least one trait that would remind Ayame who her husband is. Ayame's breath grew ragged, she used up a lot of strength just to get over here and now she wanted desperately to lie down. Without scooting herself back from this man for... 'Space' she simply aloud her body to drop. The cool cave floor felt good against Ayame's stomach, it was the only comfort she had at the moment. The wind really thrashed her good, her armor that use to hug her around her chest was gone, her red fire like hair now hung loosely around her shoulders, and from what she could tell she only had about seven leaves left.

The only things left on her body were fine white silky furs covering her breast and hips. She had soft white fur around her knees down wrapping against her ankles, and her cape that use to tuck in the back of her armor but now it somehow managed to follow her and lay draped over her back.

Miroku raised his hand up, 'the hand up,' placing it gently on his forehead. Oh how it hurt, it hurts so bad, Miroku finally opened his eyes hoping that this was just a dream. It wasn't he was still in the dark cave.

Alone

All alone

A sleepy moan brought Miroku to his senses. Looking over his battered up shoulder he saw... 'Ah yes I remember now, I'm not alone this is... Ayame.' The red headed wolf was in a rather, 'cute' position to be sleeping in. Just watching her sleep made Miroku yawn, she looked so comfortable. Her arms high above her head, a bare stomach staring up towards the ceiling, and an arch leg. 'Why is she so close?' Miroku thought as he stared at the young wolf's face.

Miroku was beyond thankful that he had company, being alone in such a dark place is the same as surviving the pit of hell without a friend. 'Thank you' were the words he tried to make out, but couldn't say, it wasn't worth it anyways she's sleeping.

To pay her thanks Miroku leaned over holding out an outstretched hand. 'Please don't be dead' he thought as he leaned forward a bit more. His cursed hand finally reached there destination, cupping her and smiling. He moved his hand up and down in a soft motion.

"HENTAI!!!!!" Ayame screamed while bolting straight up in a sitting position. Miroku pulled his hand free from underneath her.

Ayame frowned "Pervert what the hell do you think your doing!?" she was mad VERY mad. Her little white hands were curled in tight fist; she bared her fangs and growled. Miroku was taken aback at the sight of the expression stamped to her face, she almost looked scarier then Sango 'almost.'

A ton of evil thoughts flooded Ayame's mind. 'Smash his head into the wall!' 'Shove that rock over there, down his throat!' 'Cut off the only thing that's important to a man!' 'Remove those perverted hands!!!!'

Miroku could have sworn he saw steam come out of Ayame's ears. Fear knotted in the pit of his stomach, he'd better change the subject before...

POW!

Ayame's fist almost hurt from the blow she gave him on his head. It still didn't seem like enough though, she should do more. POW, POW, POW, POW, POW, POW, POW, POW, POW! Miroku lay on his stomach rear in the air, arms lying spread out 'bird style' and fine red lumps cluttered on Miroku's head. Ayame pushed herself up on her legs wearily and stepped on Miroku's hand as she walked a good 258672028193757693272 feet from him.

"How did I get here?" She didn't mean to ask that allowed but didn't regret asking either.

Miroku sat up rubbing his soar head before wincing at the touch. Through sealed teeth he answered. "There was a storm, lightening shot from the sky creating what seems to be an under ground passage."

Ayame frowned "Passage? How is this a passage!?" Miroku was still in to much pain to answer. He pointed to a dark hall, It was a good thing Ayame was demon, she could see through the dark a lot better than humans and saw just how long that tunnel was. "I can't see the end." Miroku didn't disagree that there wasn't an end; he'd probably be more 'surprised' if anything to find that the tunnel doesn't lead out of here. After a moment of silence Ayame stood

"Well there's only one way to find out if there's an end or not." She wouldn't tell him, she'd never tell him that she was afraid of going down the tunnel alone.

"Are you coming monk?"

Miroku stood using his staff to lean on for support, "Miroku" he breathed "...is my name." Ayame looked over her shoulder at the tiered human. "Well are you coming or not?!" Miroku looked down the tunnel for a moment then fell to his knees. Ayame rolled her eyes "Weak humans."

She turned around facing him placing her hands on her hips and leaned to the side. She didn't want to go alone she didn't want to be alone again like when she was young. She's always had someone always, being alone now of all times and of all situations would be torture. "Injured?" she asked, Miroku panted heavily "Falling from such height damaged me." he said in between breaths. Oh how he wanted Kagome's painkillers right now.

Ayame sat down "I'll wait but hurry up okay." She looked down, up, and around trying to focus on anything other than him.

Miroku rubbed his head, it hurt really bad, he had to think this situation through, why were his abilities and senses weakened? Not once through any situation had they been so... drained. With a long sigh Miroku glanced up with the one he knew was to be his campaign out of here. Thinking back, he remembered everything, the storm, the twisters and then... her. She was lying on the ground helplessly, already battered from the winds, and right in the middle of two dangerous tornadoes.

He knew why she was here in the first place, 'I wonder how she must have felt, to know that Koga has been absorbed.' Miroku's eyes softened on her, 'poor Ayame.'

Ayame hated it, hated this. She hated the smells and the strange unfamiliar hums bouncing off the cave walls. She hated sitting here when she could be forcing herself down the dark tunnel making it least some effort. She hated the pain; her demon energy just wasn't healing her as fast as she wanted it to. She still had welt marks up and down her arms and legs, the swelling went down, but not all the way. By the time dawn comes they should be healed. But the monk on the other hand... She smelled the fresh blood on him, he still had the purple robes on, or it least what was left of them.

'He might be powerful but he's still only human. His wounds will take a while to heal.' Ayame stood placing her hands on her hips. She hated helping humans, she's only helped very few before. She walked over to the seated monk who was leaning on the cave wall for support. He watched as she came near before he could ask why she was nearing him she snatched his staff.

Miroku jumped just slightly, 'how unexpected.' He weakly stared up at Ayame's curious face. Her green eyes were completely fixed on the golden staff. She turned the staff to the side and watched as the rings at the end of the staff made an unusual sound. "Houshi?" She asked curiously. Miroku gave her a nod. She stared harder and longer studying every inch of the golden staff.

((Flash back))

"Ayame! Ayame!" Ayame ducked down chuckling. She loved to mess with the watchers. Especially the ones close to her age. She leaned deeper into the bush watching as the boy looked around frantically. He was about two or three years older than her at the time. Grandpa was the one who made up this exercise for the watchers. All boys who wish to grow into guards must start off as a watcher first. The watchers keep 'watch' of the young den cubs while the elders and females are out at hunt. 'How boring' Ayame thought, being a watcher? She nearly laughed at the thought of becoming some guard that just stands outside the cave doing nothing.

'A hunter,' a hunter is what she Ayame dreamed of becoming. She wanted so desperately to run past there boarders and to get first share of the kill. She also of course wanted the reputation of becoming the best female scouting team.

"AYAME!"

The boy's face turned different shades of red Ayame knew he was getting worried. She studied his legs; they were long, 'can I out run him?' Ayame was the fastest cub out of the bunch and was known to even out run some of the elders. She smiled and prepared herself. Right as the boy turned his back to the bush Ayame was hiding in, that was her signal to go. She leaped from the bush and darted away in the tall grass, VERY tall grass. Ayame laughed to herself as she pushed the towering grasses away from her face. She knew he was probably right behind her and all she had to do was stop, and he would scoop her up.

She made a sharp turn heading towards the river bank. She watched as salmon jumped from the water and in again, 'fish season.' She thought as she turned into the river.

The rapids were strong but as long as she ran fast she would be fine. She crossed the river making it look easy although it took a lot out of her. She ran harder and faster to the other side of the forest. This side had older looking trees, different colored moss draping from the branches, and tons of different smells. Ayame's young instincts screamed loud making her blood roar in her ears.

She panted from running so fast and far. It was so dark and everything was still, to still. Ayame snapped around in fear hoping to see her watcher but surprisingly he wasn't there, he was no where to be scene. Ayame closed her eyes tight. She was too afraid to move. She saw the river, and the bright sunlight making everything look dark green and glossy on the other side. She even saw her mountain way back towering over the tops of the trees. But from where Ayame stood she saw her home as a shadow a blurred out shadow.

She couldn't smell home road anymore.

And couldn't hear the mountain hums. That's when it hit her, she wasn't in the boundaries. She was beyond the boarder and right at the edge of the western lands. Ayame's knees shook, she heard of so many things here. The ruler of the western lands is supposedly a protective, powerful, and wise dog-demon. He has a good reputation as a ruler, well it least that is what her people say.

Ayame swallowed hard, 'I wonder if... he knows I'm here.' Ayame's knees shook harder. 'Will... swallows....will he kill me?'

That's when Ayame remembered. Koga also lives in the western lands doesn't he? He wouldn't let anything happen to me right? Ayame used that thought for confidence. 'No way would Koga ever let his future mate get hurt!' Ayame took a deep long sigh. She wanted to go back but also wanted to prove her instincts wrong. She could walk anywhere on these lands and not get hurt.
Ayame waited awhile trying to slow her heart down. The bird-demons were no where to be seen. Ayame leaned forward sniffing in every which direction. It was hard to smell without the wind blowing, she couldn't pick up any smell from demon. 'I think I'm alright.'

With that, Ayame took a few steps into the shadowy forest. The trees swallowed her up as she entered the deep shadowy forest. Hours past and everything looked the same. Every tree Ayame passed looked identical to the one next to it. The forest seemed all too clean and perfect. Every tree was the same height with the same amount of moss hanging from them. Not once has Ayame spotted a log just laying there. She couldn't see any ponds, and there were no birds chirping. This place was definitely not friendly.

The more Ayame walked deeper into the gray woods the more she felt... lonely, stuck out, and guilty for disobeying the law of her people. SWOOSH, KINK, OUCH! Ayame had tripped and was now face in the dirt. She jerked up from the dirt and coughed the substance out of her mouth and nose. With her left hands she slapped the dust from her face and blinked a few times.

She angrily pushed herself up and looked behind her to see... "A HOLE! I TRIPPED BECAUSE OF A HOLE?!" Ayame threw her face down towards the hole to examine it. "Stupid hole" she muttered as she looked at it. She wasn't a master of tracking, only the hunters are, they would be able to see what this was the second they looked at it but for little Ayame it took time. "A... um... a burry hole, some demon must have buried food here, no. hmmm... a marking place, a demon probably claimed there territory here, no that not it... A FOOT PRINT!" Ayame doubled check to make sure she was right. "I did it! I'm right! IT IS A FOOT PRINT!!!!" Ayame felt so proud to figure what this was and at seven years old to!

"It must be fresh it has to be!" Completely packed with excitement Ayame ran through the woods hoping she'd find the source of the footprint kill it and then bring it home to show everyone.

"Focus harder, don't let anything distract you." Ayame heard voices just ahead. "...I'll try" Said another voice. Ayame turned around the corner into a clearing and saw five... HUMANS! Ayame dashed behind a tree. The tallest of the humans wore a straw flat hat, he held a staff, and in the other hand held a scroll. A girl about 11 or 12 stepped up in front of him. She wore a pretty light blue kimono. She had rosaries tied around her ankles and neck; she had beautiful silver like chains weaving in and out of her pulled back hair. Ayame stared in AWE as she admired the beauty from the girl.

"Remember... concentrate" The old man with the straw hat snapped. The girl closed her eyes. Ayame watched from behind the tree as the girl folded her hands together pressing her toe thumbs together. For a moment all was quite, all the other girls and boys watched and waited. That's when... the tree standing in front of the girl and right beside Ayame; blew up into millions of tiny peaces. Ayame's mouth dropped at the same time her heartbeat picked up.

"A miko" she whispered as she stared on. She remembered now, her mother told her about Miko's and monks. Both very powerful, but some just plain and boring, Ayame closed her eyes in both fear and excitement.

((End of flash back))

Miroku knew she was thinking really hard but couldn't tell what she was thinking about. Ayame loosened her grip on the staff dropping it in front of him. He caught it with one hand before it hit the ground.

"Heal yourself with it" She said and sat to watch trying to look impatient. Miroku held the staff staring at it for awhile then looked back up at the wolf princess. He smiled at the expression on her cute little face.

"My staff does not have the ability of healing." He coughed a little to clear his voice. "However, I wouldn't need it anyways, my training is kicking in I'll be able to walk here shortly just be patient until then." Ayame frowned before forcefully standing up towering over the sitting monk. "Don't tell me what to do human! And don't tell me that you can't heal because I know you can!"

Miroku blinked a few times "If I could heal then I would've healed myself after you hit me." He smiled hinting her that, that was a joke.

Ayame curled her fist angrily "You deserved those hits MONK!" She slammed her powerful fist over the top of Miroku's head. He winced while rubbing where she hit him.

"Now..." Ayame breathed as she seated herself. "Heal yourself." She waited staring heavily at the staff in Miroku's hand. He waited to not knowing exactly how to explain this to her. He let out a long sigh while holding up a finger he closed his eyes to start explaining the abilities the staff can and cannot do. "The staff is only capable o...."

Miroku was cut off by the feel of hands on top of his hands. He flew his eyelids open to see what Ayame was doing. The staff was lying in between them on its side; she was holding his hands in hers. Miroku studied her seeing that her eyes were closed and her lips were moving over unspoken words. It comes to this conclusion...

Miroku never felt so happy in his life. He flipped his hands underneath Ayame's in incredible speed slapping her hands into a clap and then cupping them in his. "Ayame why didn't you just tell me...?" Ayame blinked a few times "huh?" Miroku pulled the wolf up until both of them were standing on there knees together. He let one hand drop from the cup he made over hers to grab her lower back. With a single tug he scooted her forward close to him until there stomachs nearly touched. He then returned his hand back over hers. Ayame was frozen she couldn't move. 'Was it something I said?' she thought as she looked into the monk's deep purple eyes.

"Mi... Mir... Miroku" Ayame whispered

Miroku stared into Ayame's emerald green eyes. Catching her in a somewhat, heated staring contest; neither of them not daring to blink.

"Ayame" he whispered her name so... gently. Just whispering her name like that made Ayame's whole body soften she felt like she was melting and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't stop her legs and hands and... all in all BODY from shaking. She parted her lips to say something that's when...

"Will you bear my child?" He said it so simply; too simply, Ayame suddenly felt her normal self come back to reality.

"PERVERT!!!!!!!"

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, PUNCH! Punch, punch, punch, punch, punch, KICK! Kick, kick, kick, still kicking, kick, kick PUNCH-and-KICK at the same time, same time, same time, and same time again. PINCH, pinch, pinch, pinching, BITE, bite, bite, bite, bite, bite, bite, bite, POW, POW, POW, POW, POW, POW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Miroku laid on his back unconscious.

Note: so how's that? I told you this would be an 'action' story! When I write I like to take HUGE important pieces from the story and then save it for the ending for a (surprise) that's what I'm doing with ((twin swords)) right now with the whole age difference. Ok off the subject... anyways it'll get better and this story isn't ALL just through Ayame's point of view it'll also be through Miroku's eyes sometimes to. But anyways that's all for now I hoped you liked the chapter.

Ayame: why did I have to be paired with the pervert?!

ME: BECAUSE we drew names from the hat, how many times do I have to tell you that?!

Miroku: I find this story very interesting, me working with a beautiful lady and all. But... may I suggest 'loosening' a bit on the violence? After all, you don't want to be displaying too much to the child's eye.

ME: That's why I rated this ( R ) mumbles ...dumbass...

Ayame: I liked that violent scene nice work Allie

ME: thanks

Miroku: Alright that one scene was 'ok' but no more.

Sango: chases Miroku around with a bat. THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING A PERVERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THANKS FOR REVEIWING!!!!

bye for now!