A/N: In reply to my one review. I have NO clue where this is going. I still have to figure out:
a Her background
b Why she was running
c And if she has any powers or what not
If anyone has suggestions, feel free to email me at . I am also still looking for a co writer if anyone is interested. This chapter is really bad. Like most of the stuff I write. Bear with me (If you are even still reading after the first chapter). Don't forget to Flam—er review.
Disclaimer: Uhh...since all the "cool kids" put this I suppose I should too. . .and I don't want to be sued so here we go. . .I do not own any of the Inu Yasha Characters...blah blah blah...I do not claim to own them. . .blah blah blah. . .I am just a simple person writing fan fictions to escape the norm of everyday life.
Dreadlocks Chapter 2 – Dream a Little Dream of Me((Italics dreams, thoughts, songs))
The strange girl's eyes flew open. . .she looked around, and was startled to find herself in a strange setting. Across the fire from her slept a young man in his early twenties. She gazed at him for a few minutes. . .but as if he could feel her watching. . .he opened his own eyes and grinned at her—she immediately pretended to be sleep. Something was not right. Maybe it was because that smilet was more of a smirk. . .or maybe because there was as strange glint in his eyes, But whatever it was, the young woman knew something was up.
She stayed stock still, petrified with fear, scared something would happen if she moved. Miroku slowly got to his feet and approached her with that same evil grin on his face. He knelt over her and rocked her violently.
'So I see you are up. Sleeping beauty.' He laughed for a moment ' . . .why don't you do Miroku a favor and give him a kiss. . .'
Give me a kiss. . .give me a kiss. . .Miroku's face turned into one of a familiar man that had tried to rape her as a young child. She screamed and gasped while the words kept repeating over in her head. . .Miroku/Scary Man rolled her over and straddled on top of her. She thrashed wildly underneath him while he began to unbutton her shirt...
"Miss. . .miss. . .Are you okay?" Miroku exclaimed, shaking her lightly.
The girl's eyes flew open; they were as wide as saucers. She gasped, and sat up. Then glanced back at Miroku. She let out a blood-piercing scream, jumping to her feet, with recognition.
"BACK! BACK YOU HENTAI!" she screamed while franticly searched around for something to hit him with.
Miroku slowly stood up, his hands in the air as if to show he wouldn't hurt her "Please, please calm down—It is okay I won't hurt you." He slowly started to approach her.
The girl picked up a nearby stick from the ground and took a wild swing at him, letting out another scream, she charged full on swinging her stick madly.
Miroku backed away cautiously, just missing a bash to the head. He dodged and ducked, calmly all the while trying to assure her he would not harm he and calm her down.
"I am not going to hurt—HEY!" He exclaimed heatedly, just barely missing another blow to the head. "Now see here—" She took a few more blind swings until he finally managed to grab the stick from her and pin her to the ground.
She looked up at him, "Hey well this is kind of awkward. . ."Miroku stated.
She just glowered at him. . .and then spit in his face. She giggled at his stunned impression, but her face hardened again when she remembered he was on top of her.
"Get OFF me you Hentai!" with a hard shove she had him sprawled out on his back.
Miroku rubbed his head and tried to sit up, wiping her spit off with the sleeve of his robes ". . .you're pretty strong aren't you. . ."
Ignoring his comment she simply screamed waving her "battering stick" at him "Don't take another fucking step Hentai. . .OR I WILL BASH YOUR HEAD IN"
". . .Hi My name is Miroku—nice to meet you." He extended a hand.
"WHAT? —"
He repeated himself, "Hi my name is Miroku—Nice to meet you." Then added, "Is there any specific reason you are trying to bash my head in with a stick—we have only just met you know." He said in a relaxed tone.
She didn't answer; instead she simply got to her feet and extended a hand to help the young man up off the ground.
"My apologies. . .I acted rashly," She said tightly, breathing raggedly from the ordeal.
"Apology excepted," he said excepting her hand up ". . .might I be graced in knowing your name?" he questioned, smiling gently.
". . .um. My name is Reisei."
Miroku kept a straight face, but his eyes twinkled with laughter, he straightened up and looked her in the eye "Serenity. . .hmm that's fitting," he said politely...with just a hint of playful sarcasm.
"—Quite a pretty name despite it's contradictions. I am pleased to have your acquaintance Reisei...now hmm what was I going to do before you ever so kindly introduced yourself," He laughed at his little joke, and Reisei said nothing," . . .oh that's right I was about to make us dinner."
He led her over to the fire and made sure she sat down. Then he got to work at preparing dinner for the two of them. Reisei's eyes followed him as he worked. Not daring to say a thing—at least for a little while.
Forgetting her embarrassment, "Why have you brought me here," She said dryly.
"Well Reisei-sama I found you out in the meadow a few nights ago. I was looking for firewood when I came across the most peculiar looking girl. . .being you. You looked like hell; your hair a mess, your clothes a tatter—and I didn't just want to leave you there unconscious on the ground. So instead of firewood I ended up bringing you back to my camp."
Reisei grunted. Not knowing what to say in response.
". . .Might I ask what you were doing lying right outside the forest?"
"No."
"Okaaaay."
Miroku stared at her with a goofy smile plastered on his face. She tried to look away and not make eye contact with him, but she could not divert herself no more.
"What?" She snapped, throwing a piercing glare at him "I know you might have saved me and all but that doesn't mean you can just stare at me. . ." he just grinned at her.
She turned away again. Then looked back at him—he was STILL staring at her "WHAT? What in hell's name are you staring at Monk?"
He grinned again and trailed off, "Oh nothing. . ."
"WHAT? Just tell me already!" she bitched heatedly.
"Nooothing. . ."
"JUST TELL ME ALREADY. You are seriously trying my patience."
"Just that. . .how nice I think you would look if you were cleaned up a little bit more. I mean I tried to clean you the best I could but. . .I don't have any nice woman's clothes or a woman's touch for that matter."
Reisei stared down at her clothes, she was wearing her same old rags but they appeared to be cleaner. She gazed at her hands and arms, they were also clean! Then it dawned on her, "You BATHED me? . . .More importantly you SAW ME NAKED," her mouth dropped.
"Well.... Yes, it's not like I haven't seen a woman's body before," He grinned lecherously "I assure you it seemed quite necessary at the time, you were simply filthy. . .my do you have a great body, I would just like to compliment you on tha—"
BONK. Miroku rubbed her head where Reisei hand hit him with a large rock, "Can you spare the violence until after I make supper. . .I assure you, then you can hit me with as many rocks as you please,"
He smiled and then turned back to making their supper. I think I will be getting to know the surrounding rocks VERY well—each and every one of them. Miroku thought, grinning to himself shamelessly.
. . .End of Chapter 2
A/N: The end. :S What do you think? Review people, it will give me a good idea or not to see if I should write yet another chapter.
