(Not-So) Random Acts of Insanity

Okay, Mylin, you convinced me. I'm starting it up again! Welcome to Not-So Random Acts of Insanity, aka: Acts of Insanity that are still Random, but not as Random as the Beginning Random Acts. (Woah, Monty Python moment.)

Experiment One: Miroku and Kaida

(A/N: These two were chosen due to the small age difference. Kaida is eighteen [in case you wonder] and, for fun, I've dressed her in Sango's outfit. This chapter is entirely devoted to Mylin, otherwise known as Unicorn-Girl Dragon-Lady. I hope you don't mind if I use your idea.)

Setting: The original White Room (it is completely fixed).

The card reads: Act normal.

Kaida taps her fingers on the table. Miroku eyes her. The tall, green-eyed girl, noticing his stare, raises her eyebrows and pulls her long black hair into a ponytail.

"You like?" she asks tauntingly, shaking back and forth. He, unsuspecting, nods.

"Great. Another one." Her voice is filled with disgust, and she puts her head down on the table with a dull thud.

"Another what, if I may ask?" The monk leans across the table and smiles.

"Nevermind," she mutters. In a flash, the black-haired monk is by her side, clutching one of her hands. Surprised, she blinks. "What the Hells are you doing?"

"Will you bear my child?"

"WHAT??" She stands up so quickly that she falls backwards over the chair, which follows her example. "You bloody PERVERT!!"

He backs away, hands raised in the air, as she scrambles up and advances on him. "I. Am. Not. A. Harlot," she seethes through clenched teeth. In seconds, the two are on the ground and she is beating him senseless with her hands.

"Huh?"

She halts and looks at the apparently unconscious Miroku. (A/N: You know what's gonna happen now.)

A cloth-bound hand creeps up and, within seconds, is slowly making it's way up and down the young woman's rear. The woman in question turns bright red, then pale, and leaps off, her foot meeting his face with a solid smack as she flees.

"YOU BLOODY PERVERT!!!!!" Unable to beat him to a bloody pulp (or at least, not without our permission), she instead turns on the table, rips off a leg and proceeds to smash the surveillance cameras to bits. Any proceeding actions are unseen and we are not responsible.