General Info: Round Robin #1 for Monk_and_Miko Yahoo! Group
Title: Bed Ridden
Summary: he's lived through a cursed hand, demons, and a hanyou with an attitude- but can our sixteenth century Houshi live through the stimulation of the twentieth century? [MK]
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Author: Crash
Chapter Summary: The Undead Super Ninja Vampires will never die! Miroku and Kagome talk. In the bathroom.
Disclaimer: I hold no rights to Inuyasha in anyway.
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Chapter 9: Hot Water
Kagome still stood by the phone, watching Miroku and her younger
brother walk away from her. She was completely taken off guard when
suddenly the doorbell went off practically right in her ear. As she
turned to go answer the door, she noticed Miroku and Souta stop and
turn to watch her, though they were trying to hide behind yet another
wall.
`What is it with those two and eavesdropping,' Kagome thought with a
roll of her eyes as her hand gripped the door and pulled it open.
There standing in front of her was a young man she vaguely recognized
as one of the men that had hauled Miroku in his wheelchair up all
those stairs. More specifically, he was the younger of the two that
had asked her out for coffee. He certainly looked different when he
wasn't in his uniform, but Kagome found herself comparing him to
Miroku, and the young worker was falling desperately short of the
monk.
"Uh, yes, can I help you," Kagome asked, hoping he wasn't as
persistent as Houjo in trying to get her to go out on a date with him.
"Yes. I never got to introduce myself properly when we helped you
with your cousin, and you didn't have time for a coffee then, so I
decided I would at least be polite and come introduce myself. My
name is Maruku, and I would be honored if you would grace me with
your company for an early lunch today, or perhaps a movie tonight. I
hear Super Undead Ninja Vampires: The Movie has come out," the young
man said with a bow.
Kagome felt flustered. What was it with this guy and making her
flustered? She glanced towards the wall that Souta, and more
importantly, Miroku had been hiding behind last, and then looked back
toward Maruku. Stifling a groan that was trying to escape her
throat, she realized they even had similar names. Kagome decided
that she could at least make up for making Miroku feel bad about
being named her sickly cousin to Houjo.
Looking back at the expectant Maruku, Kagome sighed and shook her
head. "I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot. You were deceived. Miroku
is not actually my cousin. That's just what we tell people so they
won't think poorly of us. Miroku is actually my intended," Kagome
told the young man, watching as his face fell with each word.
She also heard a distinct thump that sounded like a body hitting the
ground, probably in disbelief. She would have to check Miroku's
wounds after that, but right now, she was more concerned with ...
Wait, no, she WAS more concerned with Miroku.
"I'm sorry, again," Kagome said, as she began slowly closing the
door. She watched as Maruku's left eye twitched.
"Your intended? But what about how he is," he asked, obviously
referring to the ride through the city.
Kagome smiled sheepishly. "Well, you see, he has a killer sense of
humor, and he was just joking around. He thought it would be funny
to act like that, to mess with you two," she told him, hoping he
wouldn't get mad.
"I see. Well, I'm sorry if I've offended you. Goodbye," Maruku
said, then turned and walked away.
But Kagome didn't stay to watch him walk away. She said a quick
goodbye, then shut the door, running to where she had last seen
Miroku and found him sitting on the floor, his back resting against
the wall behind him.
She glanced at Souta, who was just standing there with a dumbfounded
look on his face. "Souta, why don't you go help Grandpa in the
shrine shop," Kagome said as she bent to check on the silent monk.
"Are you kidding?? I've got to go ask Mom if I can go see Super
Undead Ninja Vampires: The Movie," Souta said as he suddenly took off
towards the back of the house, probably to go see if their mother was
out back in the small vegetable garden they had.
Kagome shook her head at her younger brother's antics. Maybe she
would tell him later that their mother was in the shrine shop,
helping out Grandpa. AFTER he had run all over the entire shrine
looking for her. Turning her attention back to Miroku, her eyes took
on a concerned look.
"Are you alright? You know, you aren't suppose to fall over for
another four weeks," Kagome told him with a mock scolding
voice. "But seriously. You better hope you didn't pull any
stitches," she told him as she lifted his shirt to check on his
bandages. "Let's get you upstairs, closer to the first aid kit.
It's time to change your bandages anyway." Kagome paused in what she
was doing and looked up at Miroku, who was watching her with a
strange look. One that flustered her almost as much as unwanted
dates with Houjo. "Are you going to say anything?"
"Did you mean it," Miroku asked, looking her directly in the eye.
"Uh, mean what, Miroku," she asked, getting more flustered by the
second.
"About liking my sense of humor," he asked with a slight smile.
Kagome snorted. "I never said I liked it. I just said it was
killer," she replied, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. "Now come
on. I need to get you upstairs so I can check on your stitches and
change your bandages," she said as she helped him stand up, then they
began the walk up the stairs, toward the upstairs bathroom, which
held the first aid kit.
She was going to have to rethink not having one downstairs as Miroku
rested a good deal of his weight on her and the cane. Kagome watched
his face as it twisted into a wince with almost every step they took.
"Uh, you know, I could just go get the first aid kit from upstairs,
and we could check on everything down here," she told him, feeling
guilty about making him fall and making him have to walk up those
dozen stairs.
"No. It's fine Kagome. I think I would like to lie down for a while
afterwards," he told her. They continued walking for a moment in
silence, until Miroku broke it with Kagome's name.
"Hm," Kagome asked as she concentrated on balancing her own weight,
as well as Miroku's while on the stairs.
"Why would others think poorly of you if it were known you had an
intended," he asked, his voice completely serious.
"Well, in this time, it's just not normal for people our age to be
engaged, let alone get married. People would think that my family
has become poor and can't afford to raise me anymore, so they married
me off. And people gossip, so it wouldn't be long before my family's
reputation would be ruined. They would wonder why we keep this
shrine, instead of moving into a smaller home so I could stay with my
family. It just wouldn't be pretty," Kagome told him.
By then, the pair had reached the bathroom. Kagome had Miroku take
off his shirt and sit on the lowered seat of the toilet while she
retrieved the first aid kit from under the sink.
"I'm sorry if I have caused you or your family any problems with what
I told your friends," Miroku said quietly.
Kagome looked at him as she turned around with the kit in her
hands. "Don't worry about it. The fact that you're staying with us,
and we're providing for you proves that we aren't as poor off as
people would normally think. With you staying here, people are more
apt to think that we're in love rather than it just being a marriage
of convenience," she told him as she began to unwrap his old bandages.
"Are we?"
"Are we what," Kagome asked as she pulled the last of the material
from his body and began looking at his wound, making sure he didn't
pull any of the stitches out when he fell over.
"In love," Miroku asked like it was the most obvious question in the
world.
Kagome nearly fell over and after regaining her balance she gaped up
at Miroku. "Uh, I don't know. Um, I would, ah, guess that if you
have to ask me if you, uh, love me, then you must, ah, not really,
uh, love me," she stuttered out, looking away as quickly as she
could. She started wrapping a new bandage around his body, blushing
profusely as her mind continued to mull over what he had asked.
"I didn't ask you about my feelings. I wanted to know about yours,"
Miroku said suddenly.
Kagome fell backwards, dumbfounded, the only thing keeping her from
hitting her head on the sink was Miroku's hand that shot out and
grabbed her upper arm, pulling her towards him. At least she had
been able to tie off the new bandage before he had dropped that
bombshell on her.
"I don't know. I don't really know that much about you," she told
him. She numbly felt him slide from the toilet to the floor next to
her, his arms moving to wrap around her form.
"Well, how do people from your time court," Miroku asked, running his
fingers through her hair.
"Go out on dates, like to the movies or to dinner," Kagome said
absentmindedly as her brain focused on the nice feeling of his
fingers in her hair.
"In that case, Kagome, would you like to go to a movie with me
tonight," Miroku asked, a mischievous smirk crossing his
features. "I hear Super Undead Ninja Vampires: The Movie is playing."
Kagome just sat dumbfounded, still. Miroku had basically said he
liked her, he was holding her ever so gently, he wasn't groping her,
and now he was asking her out on a date.
Miroku just couldn't resist any longer. His covered right hand slid
down from her shoulder to her waist, and gradually made its way to
Kagome's behind for a nice grope. He knew he would get slapped for
it, but just then, the grope lust had overtaken him and he just.
Couldn't. Resist.
Kagome felt the hand move down her body, but she did nothing to stop
him. All she did was take `he wasn't groping her' off of her list of
nice things that were completely clouding her mind and judgment. As
she felt the hand settle on her behind, she leaned against his bare
chest, idly thinking he should put his shirt back on.
"Miroku," she said sweetly. "If you do not remove your hand from my
butt, I'll remove it from your arm," Kagome told him as her right
hand came up to trace nonsense trails over the bare skin of his chest.
Miroku smiled. "Yes, Kagome," he said in his most respectable
voice. He moved his hand up to the back of her head, angling her
head so that she was looking up at him. "How's this," he asked.
"Nice, but if you kiss me ..."
Kagome's words were cut off by Miroku's lips descending on hers once
again. Not really caring at the moment, her hand slid up his chest,
over his shoulder, and her arm wrapped around his neck, anchoring her
to him.
~*~
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Next Author: Crimson Demon
Due Date: May 1, 2004
Group Info: This Round Robin competition is sponsored by the members of Monk_and_Miko Yahoo! Group, a fan listing of the Inu Yasha pairing of Miroku/Kagome. The group features fan fiction, fan art, links, chat, contests, and social interaction with other Miroku/Kagome fans. To join go to or monkandmiko- subscribe@yahoogroups.com
Title: Bed Ridden
Summary: he's lived through a cursed hand, demons, and a hanyou with an attitude- but can our sixteenth century Houshi live through the stimulation of the twentieth century? [MK]
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Author: Crash
Chapter Summary: The Undead Super Ninja Vampires will never die! Miroku and Kagome talk. In the bathroom.
Disclaimer: I hold no rights to Inuyasha in anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 9: Hot Water
Kagome still stood by the phone, watching Miroku and her younger
brother walk away from her. She was completely taken off guard when
suddenly the doorbell went off practically right in her ear. As she
turned to go answer the door, she noticed Miroku and Souta stop and
turn to watch her, though they were trying to hide behind yet another
wall.
`What is it with those two and eavesdropping,' Kagome thought with a
roll of her eyes as her hand gripped the door and pulled it open.
There standing in front of her was a young man she vaguely recognized
as one of the men that had hauled Miroku in his wheelchair up all
those stairs. More specifically, he was the younger of the two that
had asked her out for coffee. He certainly looked different when he
wasn't in his uniform, but Kagome found herself comparing him to
Miroku, and the young worker was falling desperately short of the
monk.
"Uh, yes, can I help you," Kagome asked, hoping he wasn't as
persistent as Houjo in trying to get her to go out on a date with him.
"Yes. I never got to introduce myself properly when we helped you
with your cousin, and you didn't have time for a coffee then, so I
decided I would at least be polite and come introduce myself. My
name is Maruku, and I would be honored if you would grace me with
your company for an early lunch today, or perhaps a movie tonight. I
hear Super Undead Ninja Vampires: The Movie has come out," the young
man said with a bow.
Kagome felt flustered. What was it with this guy and making her
flustered? She glanced towards the wall that Souta, and more
importantly, Miroku had been hiding behind last, and then looked back
toward Maruku. Stifling a groan that was trying to escape her
throat, she realized they even had similar names. Kagome decided
that she could at least make up for making Miroku feel bad about
being named her sickly cousin to Houjo.
Looking back at the expectant Maruku, Kagome sighed and shook her
head. "I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot. You were deceived. Miroku
is not actually my cousin. That's just what we tell people so they
won't think poorly of us. Miroku is actually my intended," Kagome
told the young man, watching as his face fell with each word.
She also heard a distinct thump that sounded like a body hitting the
ground, probably in disbelief. She would have to check Miroku's
wounds after that, but right now, she was more concerned with ...
Wait, no, she WAS more concerned with Miroku.
"I'm sorry, again," Kagome said, as she began slowly closing the
door. She watched as Maruku's left eye twitched.
"Your intended? But what about how he is," he asked, obviously
referring to the ride through the city.
Kagome smiled sheepishly. "Well, you see, he has a killer sense of
humor, and he was just joking around. He thought it would be funny
to act like that, to mess with you two," she told him, hoping he
wouldn't get mad.
"I see. Well, I'm sorry if I've offended you. Goodbye," Maruku
said, then turned and walked away.
But Kagome didn't stay to watch him walk away. She said a quick
goodbye, then shut the door, running to where she had last seen
Miroku and found him sitting on the floor, his back resting against
the wall behind him.
She glanced at Souta, who was just standing there with a dumbfounded
look on his face. "Souta, why don't you go help Grandpa in the
shrine shop," Kagome said as she bent to check on the silent monk.
"Are you kidding?? I've got to go ask Mom if I can go see Super
Undead Ninja Vampires: The Movie," Souta said as he suddenly took off
towards the back of the house, probably to go see if their mother was
out back in the small vegetable garden they had.
Kagome shook her head at her younger brother's antics. Maybe she
would tell him later that their mother was in the shrine shop,
helping out Grandpa. AFTER he had run all over the entire shrine
looking for her. Turning her attention back to Miroku, her eyes took
on a concerned look.
"Are you alright? You know, you aren't suppose to fall over for
another four weeks," Kagome told him with a mock scolding
voice. "But seriously. You better hope you didn't pull any
stitches," she told him as she lifted his shirt to check on his
bandages. "Let's get you upstairs, closer to the first aid kit.
It's time to change your bandages anyway." Kagome paused in what she
was doing and looked up at Miroku, who was watching her with a
strange look. One that flustered her almost as much as unwanted
dates with Houjo. "Are you going to say anything?"
"Did you mean it," Miroku asked, looking her directly in the eye.
"Uh, mean what, Miroku," she asked, getting more flustered by the
second.
"About liking my sense of humor," he asked with a slight smile.
Kagome snorted. "I never said I liked it. I just said it was
killer," she replied, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. "Now come
on. I need to get you upstairs so I can check on your stitches and
change your bandages," she said as she helped him stand up, then they
began the walk up the stairs, toward the upstairs bathroom, which
held the first aid kit.
She was going to have to rethink not having one downstairs as Miroku
rested a good deal of his weight on her and the cane. Kagome watched
his face as it twisted into a wince with almost every step they took.
"Uh, you know, I could just go get the first aid kit from upstairs,
and we could check on everything down here," she told him, feeling
guilty about making him fall and making him have to walk up those
dozen stairs.
"No. It's fine Kagome. I think I would like to lie down for a while
afterwards," he told her. They continued walking for a moment in
silence, until Miroku broke it with Kagome's name.
"Hm," Kagome asked as she concentrated on balancing her own weight,
as well as Miroku's while on the stairs.
"Why would others think poorly of you if it were known you had an
intended," he asked, his voice completely serious.
"Well, in this time, it's just not normal for people our age to be
engaged, let alone get married. People would think that my family
has become poor and can't afford to raise me anymore, so they married
me off. And people gossip, so it wouldn't be long before my family's
reputation would be ruined. They would wonder why we keep this
shrine, instead of moving into a smaller home so I could stay with my
family. It just wouldn't be pretty," Kagome told him.
By then, the pair had reached the bathroom. Kagome had Miroku take
off his shirt and sit on the lowered seat of the toilet while she
retrieved the first aid kit from under the sink.
"I'm sorry if I have caused you or your family any problems with what
I told your friends," Miroku said quietly.
Kagome looked at him as she turned around with the kit in her
hands. "Don't worry about it. The fact that you're staying with us,
and we're providing for you proves that we aren't as poor off as
people would normally think. With you staying here, people are more
apt to think that we're in love rather than it just being a marriage
of convenience," she told him as she began to unwrap his old bandages.
"Are we?"
"Are we what," Kagome asked as she pulled the last of the material
from his body and began looking at his wound, making sure he didn't
pull any of the stitches out when he fell over.
"In love," Miroku asked like it was the most obvious question in the
world.
Kagome nearly fell over and after regaining her balance she gaped up
at Miroku. "Uh, I don't know. Um, I would, ah, guess that if you
have to ask me if you, uh, love me, then you must, ah, not really,
uh, love me," she stuttered out, looking away as quickly as she
could. She started wrapping a new bandage around his body, blushing
profusely as her mind continued to mull over what he had asked.
"I didn't ask you about my feelings. I wanted to know about yours,"
Miroku said suddenly.
Kagome fell backwards, dumbfounded, the only thing keeping her from
hitting her head on the sink was Miroku's hand that shot out and
grabbed her upper arm, pulling her towards him. At least she had
been able to tie off the new bandage before he had dropped that
bombshell on her.
"I don't know. I don't really know that much about you," she told
him. She numbly felt him slide from the toilet to the floor next to
her, his arms moving to wrap around her form.
"Well, how do people from your time court," Miroku asked, running his
fingers through her hair.
"Go out on dates, like to the movies or to dinner," Kagome said
absentmindedly as her brain focused on the nice feeling of his
fingers in her hair.
"In that case, Kagome, would you like to go to a movie with me
tonight," Miroku asked, a mischievous smirk crossing his
features. "I hear Super Undead Ninja Vampires: The Movie is playing."
Kagome just sat dumbfounded, still. Miroku had basically said he
liked her, he was holding her ever so gently, he wasn't groping her,
and now he was asking her out on a date.
Miroku just couldn't resist any longer. His covered right hand slid
down from her shoulder to her waist, and gradually made its way to
Kagome's behind for a nice grope. He knew he would get slapped for
it, but just then, the grope lust had overtaken him and he just.
Couldn't. Resist.
Kagome felt the hand move down her body, but she did nothing to stop
him. All she did was take `he wasn't groping her' off of her list of
nice things that were completely clouding her mind and judgment. As
she felt the hand settle on her behind, she leaned against his bare
chest, idly thinking he should put his shirt back on.
"Miroku," she said sweetly. "If you do not remove your hand from my
butt, I'll remove it from your arm," Kagome told him as her right
hand came up to trace nonsense trails over the bare skin of his chest.
Miroku smiled. "Yes, Kagome," he said in his most respectable
voice. He moved his hand up to the back of her head, angling her
head so that she was looking up at him. "How's this," he asked.
"Nice, but if you kiss me ..."
Kagome's words were cut off by Miroku's lips descending on hers once
again. Not really caring at the moment, her hand slid up his chest,
over his shoulder, and her arm wrapped around his neck, anchoring her
to him.
~*~
~~~~~~~~~~
Next Author: Crimson Demon
Due Date: May 1, 2004
Group Info: This Round Robin competition is sponsored by the members of Monk_and_Miko Yahoo! Group, a fan listing of the Inu Yasha pairing of Miroku/Kagome. The group features fan fiction, fan art, links, chat, contests, and social interaction with other Miroku/Kagome fans. To join go to or monkandmiko- subscribe@yahoogroups.com