Chapter 2: The True Poker Surprises Part 3

Miroku went back to Kikyou's room, and examined it throughly as he remembered where each thing went. 'This is defiantly going to be hard, she is so weird when it comes to her room being clean. Well, no harm, no foul. I just hope I don't get hurt cuz that'll be a pretty big foul. . ." Miroku stared at one place before picking it up.

Kikyou's drawers were all over the floor, Miroku's favorite drawer too. Her panties were everywhere. Some were under her bed, under the dresser, in the closet. He was hesitent to pick them up at first. Then as he felt the first delicacy of the first pair he was joyful to stiff them throughly. Miroku tucked them away tight into his pants as a trophy. A.S.A.P. he looked around to tossed it all into the drawer.

Miroku straightened and made the bed and fixed the rugs. Luckily for him Kikyou didn't color code her clothes recently, so that part was easier. He moved on to the desk and top of the shelves. He was almost done. Thankfully Kikyou hadn't come up yet. Miroku wasn't the most observant of people, therefore he wasn't able to accurately place Kikyou's make-up and other bottles and pictures of her and everyone. He lifted them off the floor and set them around the same spot.

All the pictures were up but two. They seemed to be down for a reason but curiousity killed the cat and right now snooping was not the best idea. Another thing secrets are not his thing. Slowly he lifted the first picture. It was faded and worn. The edges were curled, but Miroku didn't notice. The people in the picture were more capturing.

He gasped and almost dropped the picture, Miroku couldn't help but stare. He couldn't quite remember what the name of the man he saw earlier, but it was him in the picture. Kikyou and that man were tight in there embrace, the same one they were in the time before at the college. He flipped up the other picture up faster then before, eagerness and confusion rushed through his body. It was dark in the picture, but the background seemed as if they were on stairs. It had Kikyou and, the name came to him, Miroku said his name loudly. It was attention grabbing.

Kikyou and Sango were in the process of cleaning and grounding but at the sound of Miroku's voice and what he said pulled at Kikyou and Sango's hearts. Kikyou sprinted up the stairs with her Shinnidama Chuu, leaving her friend behind. Sango ran up the stairs, searching for her friends and boyfriend.

Kikyou go to him first, the picture lay on the ground broken and shattered. Kikyou found it, first hiding it and then going after Miroku. She strangely touched the wall and her door slammed, which stopped Miroku from escaping too quickly. Sango was already on the other side. She slammed on the door, Kikyou paid no attention. Miroku went too far. The picture was too painful to look at and even more painful to destroy or break.

Miroku stood gracefully, and looked at Kikyou's expression of sadness and anger and loss all at the same time. He couldn't feel anger or fear, only concern for his distraught friend in need.

The silence was broken by Miroku first, " Kikyou, I didn't mean to, I –."

"Shut up, you have not idea. You have no idea what my life is, or was. YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO LOOK AT THOSE PICTURES. DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THEY WERE FACE DOWN FOR A REASON. YOU DIDN'T EVEN ASK," her voice lowered in to a sobbing sound, " You just can realize what I have went through, I can't even start or even try TO explain it."

"But I had no idea, Kikyou, I am sorry. I didn't realize, you just seemed like a really happy person with nothing to hide." Miroku set his hand on Kikyou's shoulder.

Kikyou snapped back, "DAMN RIGHT!" She swung at him, first missing him, then she swung again striking him in the stomach and sending him a crossed the room at around ten miles per hour. Kikyou looked at him with sorrow and undid the spell barrier.

Sango bursted in like her life depended on it and looked straight at her K.O.ed man laying on the ground. "Kikyou, what was that all about?" Confusedly she ran over to were Miroku was laying, " why'd you beat him up this time, and WITHOUT ME?"

" Sorry, since I have been using my new power so much, it just went on the fritz. I didn't even know you were up here. I figured but I mean I didn't hear you or anything. Oh, sorry I hit him kind of hard. That was an accident too." Kikyou looked around, with a smirk, she knew and she figured the way Miroku hit his head, he wouldn't remember much. She was always a little sly and too cautious. Under her breathe she chanted a spell to have Miroku forget about what he saw. Kikyou was a friend after the minute of selfishness and got a wet wash rag to cool Sango and Miroku down.

Meanwhile in Miroku's little mind, he dreamt a very strange dream. Sango and Kikyou wore these skimpy leather outfits that hardly covered them. They were chained to the floor on one side of the room. On the other side, Naraku and Sesshoumaru are sitting playing a card game. Miroku trys to go over to the girls but fails. It's as if he was just an over-seer or something. Or a ghost in his own dream, either way he couldn't help anyone.

"Naraku would you just go. It's just a game, your life's not on the line," Sesshoumaru laughed and glared at his off-ed friend.

"It's not me I'm worried about, it's what you would do if you got a hold of one of the girls, I so swiftly got to be loyal to me. They are what's at stake." Naraku rose his hand and motioned for Kikyou.

"Hia, Naraku-sama?" KIkyou bowed her head and placed her hands folded in her lap.

"My dear, go and get me another one of those drinks. NOW!" Naraku smirked and grabbed Kikyou's arm. He pulled her closer to him, and kissed her violently; and tossed her toward the doorway.

"Hia, Naraku-sama, right away, sir." Kikyou hurried into kitchen quickly made Naraku's favorite drink. She scurried into the game room were Naraku was.

Miroku screamed her name, and tried to knock some sense into her. But, again, to no prevail. He was destine to just sit and wait. He looked at Kikyou with sorrow and watched her lay his drink, in front of him as he grabbed her waste and pressed her body against his.

" Just to make sure, take a sip. In case something got into it." Naraku lifted the straw into Kikyou's face.

" Hai, Master." She gracefully took a sip of the drink and bowed out of Naraku's embrace. She went back to her place and like she didn't have a soul, sat and awaited another summons.

" Here ya, go. Beat this, Royal Flush."

" Sesshoumaru, Sesshoumaru, what do we have here. Opp. I see, I have a four of a kind Aces, twos wild." Naraku laughed and motioned again for someone in the shadows to come forth.

It was Inuyasha, it was like Naraku had all the girls and Sesshoumaru had all the boys. A far bet at least. Naraku could have lost Kikyou, and she'd be under Sesshoumaru's spell again. Miroku didn't know what was worse. Naraku or Sesshoumaru.

Miroku remembered something, about ghosts and spirits. They could posses people. Inuyasha walked over, his chains disappeared and new ones appeared on his wrists after he joined Kikyou and Sango. This was his chance. He was going to posses Inuyasha and whisper to Kikyou and Sango his plan.

Inuyasha sat down, blank eyed and staring at the table waiting for his command. Miroku sprinted at him, full force. WHAM! Inuyasha flew over into the wall and Miroku was inside Inuyasha's head or at least he thought. Miroku opened his eyes and wasn't an over-seer. His body was swapped with Inuyasha's.

The girls turned their heads quickly and looked at there new prison-mate. Just as they seemed to get a gasp of sense knocked into them; Naraku stood up, infuriated and astounded at the same time. Someone was getting hurt. 'Cept Miroku had a plan for once in his life.

He turned over and used a spell to free the girls to be able to run. Naraku glared at the women struggling to get the chains off them. Naraku launched himself at Miroku tackling him to the floor. The girls were free and Sesshoumaru was no where to be found. (Huh? Wait, what? Sesshoumaru ran away? Well it is a dream.)

Miroku punched Naraku in the mandible, shoving him to the side. Miroku got up and tried a spell, Naraku's barrier bounced it back at him. Luckily it only melted his shirt and part of his pants. Miroku's shirt was burned off and in ashes in the dirt, while they were still hot he kicked them at Naraku. It was a direct hit, Naraku's barrier only worked on magic. This was Miroku's strength.

Naraku whipped his eyes clean and glared with a penetrating look at Miroku. Normally it would leave Miroku immobile, but a dream is a dream. Miroku ran over to the girls with amazing agility and told them the way out. (How? I have no idea, nonetheless he did, cuz I said so.) The girls vanished. But before they left, they took a little pocket change too. They grabbed all they could carry and stuffed it into Miroku's pants.

All of a sudden Miroku turned to find Naraku in his face and ready to attack without a sigh of mercy. Miroku tried to strike back, but as Naraku's fist rose with a miasma surrounding it, Miroku got a splash of water.

"MIROKU! WAKE UP, YOU FAT ASS, IT'S TIME TO GET OUT OF THE HALLWAY!' Kikyou screamed after dropping a cup of freezing water on Miroku.

He shook his head and looked up, Kikyou had the same look that Naraku did - the one were he couldn't move, well this isn't a dream 'member? Miroku put his hands up in surender and reached down his pants to get the underwear that he snuck a while back. Instead he pulled out a bunch of crinkled hundred dollar bills. Without a word Kikyou snached the money and tip-toed into her room. (Did she even have a clue he had her panties in his? I don't think so.)

Miroku got to his feet disappointed and confused at the current events. So to lighten his mood he went down stairs to find it spotless and the boys in bed. Out of the corner of his eye he gazed at the clock. It was three in the morning. 'Oh my God, I have to go to freakin' bed, for cryin' out loud. Arrg!' Miroku talked to himself as he walked into the bathroom and then back out.

Sango called for him in a quiet voice to come to bed and that they still had school tomorrow afternoon. Sesshoumaru and Naraku liked to start late every other day, so therefore the students did too. Sango rolled over and watched Miroku strip down to his boxers to slip into bed.

Sango laid her head on Miroku's damp chest and gave him a kiss good night. In return Miroku returned the peck. Miroku used a spell to shut the door and to heat the night up. Thank goodness for the others in the house, all the rooms are sound proff. So what goes on in there stays in there.

In Kikyou's room, she picked up the glass and put it back together. A few tears rolled down her face and she imagined her long lost lover beside her. She put the broken picture under her pillow and sobbed herself to sleep. The pain she felt in that moment she had to say good bye again to her lover, when she had no seen him in hundreds of years. And dreamt about that night in the picture.

Anyways in the boys' room, Shippou tossed and turned in his bed. He was drenched with sweat with his blankets pushed on the ground and nothing seemed to slow his breathing. Suddenly his eyes snapped open with a goastly looking glare. He was defianately not looking innocent. And Shippou rolled out of his bed and reached violently towards Kohaku. His touch was like a viris, it ran through the elder boy in the time it takes to breathe one breath. Soon Kohaku went through the same ordeal Shippou did, then both boys laid in their beds peacefully like nothing had happened.