Is Your Doing My Darling

By Gabreilla Moushigo (aka) Aeki Muffinhands

Muso is hard at work writing up signs for the injustices towards the nudists of the world.

Muso: Oppress me will he?! I'll show him! (grumble, grumble) Oooh… almost forgot my delicious cookies. (walks over into the corner to get them)

Naraku: (bursts through the door) Ku ku ku!

Muso: Oh no! It's you again! You damn nudist hater!

Naraku: (confused) Huh? I don't hate you because you don't wear pants.

Muso: Y-you don't?! (blush)

Naraku: No! I hate you because you stole my cookie! (suddenly serious) Now… I cannot go on unless you are inside me!

Muso: Errrrr? What if I don't want you to?

Naraku: That is hardly your decision to make! Ku ku ku!

Muso: Wow… you are really evil for a cute chibi character!

Naraku: (stomping on the ground) Why does everyone keep saying that?!

Muso: Because you are!

Naraku: Whatever! Get inside me right now! (special attack) Tentacle RAPE!

(Yes I borrowed that from another fiction… it was just too funny!)

Miroku: (suddenly appears) Holy crap! Are you sure we're allowed to get away with this on a rated R fic?

(Well… yeah… I mean… there are no weird details after all…)

Muso: Oooh! You brute! (struggles) If that's how you want it!

Naraku: YEAH! Take it! Take it! (still beating him with tentacles)

Miroku: (stares at the author) Your going to burn in hell!

(Nooooooo!)

All of it came back to him in a horrible blur… him running from himself… which seemed to be incredibly confusing. The man called Muso… really Onigumo… was a part of him. Muso, the part of him that lusted after Kikyo… that traded his soul to demons to obtain her.

Naraku also remembered Kikyo… her hard eyes… her threats… tormenting him during one of his plots. He remembered hating her. He remembered her hating him. He remembered the wish… but why? Why did she do all of this? 'Because I wanted to.' She would say. He was just so caught up in it all… but mostly… her eyes… eyes that held no life within them. Eyes that looked on him with abhorrence… the eyes he looked at everyday… and saw nothing. They were like terrible dolls eyes… with barely an emotion between them… except maybe hate or indifference.

He felt something beside him, and when he opened his eyes the visions ceased and Kikyo sat beside him. He inclined his head a little, acknowledging her.

"Do you remember everything now?" She asked, her body taunt and ready for anything. Her bow and arrows ever present.

"Yes." He nodded.

"What are your intentions?" Her voice was silent, daring him.

"If you mean… if I wish to kill you… or hurt anyone… then no."

She relaxed visibly, but did not let down her guard. "How do you feel?"

"I feel fine I suppose." He drawled. "I am still who I am… I just… have my memories now."

"How do they make you feel?"

"I am… disturbed by them all." He looked at her, showing no fear. "I hate all that I have done… what I have done to you… but what frightens me… is when I remember how your eyes looked before… and how they look now."

"My eyes?" She tipped her head over a little, mirroring him. "So then you remember me? Everything?"

"Yes." He nodded again.

"And you do not wish to kill me?"

He stifled a laugh. "Shouldn't I be asking that question?"

She looked amused. "Maybe so."

"I am sorry… again… for earlier." He looked away, folding his hands in his lap.

"It seems that you are apologizing a lot lately." She grinned, just a tad. "Then again… you must be very confused… all of those voices are gone now… aren't they?"

He thought about that for a moment. "Yes… yes they are."

"How does that make you feel?"

He couldn't stop the smile that formed on his lips. "Liberated."

"Good, good." She relaxed completely, her hand no longer on her bow. "I am glad." She stood up then, towering over him "You should rest… it is late… and you must be exhausted."

"I do not want to rest…. I have been resting all of my life." And that is how he truly felt… now he felt… free. "I want to be awake."

She sighed, as if one who would sigh at their child. "Enjoy resting… you can plan your life out tomorrow… and plan where you will go from there." Her light footsteps brought her to the doorway.

"Will you stay with me?" He asked suddenly, and she paused to listen to his request. "Will you stay and watch over me… and…" This was embarrassing. "Make sure that everything will be alright?"

Her shoulders slumped, seeming to grow a large weight upon them. "I will stay… if nothing more than to amuse myself with your antics." And she was gone.

He couldn't sleep the rest of the night… well… he believed that he couldn't… but with all his schemes and dreaming of the future… his eyes became a little too heavy, and they closed in sleep.

Miroku will still not talk to the author.

(Oh come on… it was funny!)

Miroku: …

(It was just a joke!)

Miroku: They are laying in the bed… smoking cigarettes!

(Yeah… and?)

Miroku: You totally suck as an author!

(Boo hoo!)

Miroku: But I will forgive you for some cookies!

Cookies are showed down on Miroku

Miroku: (glee!)

Naraku: (jumps out of bed) I want to do the promo for this one!

Muso: No way! I'm doing it! I need my fix!

(Can't you boys just do it together?)

Naraku and Muso look at each other and agree.

Naraku and Muso: (doing a crappy cheer with pompoms and everything) I you want to see Gaby do more f-i-c-t-i-o-n-s… if you ever had your s-u-s-p-i-c-i-o-u-s… she will always write m-o-r-e… because she is a review w-h-o-r-e… Go reviews! WHEEE!

Miroku: I think I want to gouge my eyes out… but I'm too happy about the cookies to care.

(suddenly lots of cookies rain down from above)

Naraku and Muso: Cookie orgy! See you later kids!

Note: Sorry for this terribly short chapter… I have my storyboard planned out… and this was pretty much it. I nearly kicked myself when I realized I spread the content out too far! (groans) I wanted to go more in depth with Muso… but I couldn't think up anything new without repeating the episodes that he was in…. so I left that out.

Oh yes! A big thanks to Kaze for faithfully reviewing for this fic (and others yay!) – and I thank the rest of you as well… but… she gave me a macadamia nut cookie… how could I resist?! You are right… reading this causes people to get the munchies… maybe I should put that on the warning label on my warnings and disclaimers page? "Gabreilla and the "I Carry Your Heart With Me Chibi Theater" is not responsible for any pocky or macadamia nut cookie cravings you may experience while reading this fiction… readers be advised." Lol! Thanks guys!