Chapter Fifteen
~ONCE AGAIN STILL IN FEUDAL JAPAN~
'That group is so strange...' He thought as he gazed into the small white mirror. He watched as they all began to stir, awaken by the cries of food. "Kanna, i am going there. Make sure Kagura doesn't follow." 'She still thinks she can find my weakness.' Naraku was gone in a flash, leaving the pale girl dressed in a white kimono all by her lonesome.
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Rebecca sat on her knees on the bottom of the small incline, looking up at the remaining pile of 'hentai' trash. Her face didn't fail to express her surprise and her amusement at the two above her.
Miroku was alert and had a very mischievous grin plastered on his face. Sara was on top of him, but her right breast was in his face as she was close to unconsciousness: her head had hit a rock as she landed. The lech took it upon himself to get her attention. Thinking she was wide awake, he trailed his fingers up her sides.
The wolf hanyou was finally regaining consciousness and moaned from the pain in her skull, not even noticing the roaming fingers. Miroku took the moan as a moan of pleasure, not pain. Taking this as a hint to continue, he casually placed his hand, almost entirely, around her left boob. His face held a smile, which Sara had felt against her chest and before she new what was happening, a certain houshi was groping her, gently. Out of pure revenge, she did the one thing she could think of with her head injury.
Sara slid down so that she was face to face with him. 'My revenge begins now.' She lowered her head and softly graced his lips with hers, taking his head in her palms. Miroku let out a low moan of pleasure. In one swift movement, she raised her head and hit the monk in the head with a rock. While he was complaining over the pain, Sara tied his hands behind her back, listening to the contagious laughter of her dear friend youkai.
Her revenge was cut short and she sat, straddling his hips. Sara shuddered. An evil aura was approaching.
~*~
The white fur was covering his true appearance as he entered the clearing. The inu hanyou was finally recognizing the stench of Naraku. He turned to look into the mask of the baboon pellet that was the trademark of this evil hanyou.
"Naraku."
~*~
*Sara* bum bum BUM!!! (Voice of movie preview guy) what will happen!! What is Naraku doing here, of all places?? Will Rebecca ever stop laughing?? Is this voice really annoying?? Do you want to have any hentai moments in this- --gets bashed over the headgets hit again gets punched
*Sara* if they don't want it then they can say so. But it's your entire fault anyway... you were the one who hired a hentai for a co-writer....
*silence*
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Chapter written by Sara Harkness, the Hentai
~ONCE AGAIN STILL IN FEUDAL JAPAN~
'That group is so strange...' He thought as he gazed into the small white mirror. He watched as they all began to stir, awaken by the cries of food. "Kanna, i am going there. Make sure Kagura doesn't follow." 'She still thinks she can find my weakness.' Naraku was gone in a flash, leaving the pale girl dressed in a white kimono all by her lonesome.
~*~
Rebecca sat on her knees on the bottom of the small incline, looking up at the remaining pile of 'hentai' trash. Her face didn't fail to express her surprise and her amusement at the two above her.
Miroku was alert and had a very mischievous grin plastered on his face. Sara was on top of him, but her right breast was in his face as she was close to unconsciousness: her head had hit a rock as she landed. The lech took it upon himself to get her attention. Thinking she was wide awake, he trailed his fingers up her sides.
The wolf hanyou was finally regaining consciousness and moaned from the pain in her skull, not even noticing the roaming fingers. Miroku took the moan as a moan of pleasure, not pain. Taking this as a hint to continue, he casually placed his hand, almost entirely, around her left boob. His face held a smile, which Sara had felt against her chest and before she new what was happening, a certain houshi was groping her, gently. Out of pure revenge, she did the one thing she could think of with her head injury.
Sara slid down so that she was face to face with him. 'My revenge begins now.' She lowered her head and softly graced his lips with hers, taking his head in her palms. Miroku let out a low moan of pleasure. In one swift movement, she raised her head and hit the monk in the head with a rock. While he was complaining over the pain, Sara tied his hands behind her back, listening to the contagious laughter of her dear friend youkai.
Her revenge was cut short and she sat, straddling his hips. Sara shuddered. An evil aura was approaching.
~*~
The white fur was covering his true appearance as he entered the clearing. The inu hanyou was finally recognizing the stench of Naraku. He turned to look into the mask of the baboon pellet that was the trademark of this evil hanyou.
"Naraku."
~*~
*Sara* bum bum BUM!!! (Voice of movie preview guy) what will happen!! What is Naraku doing here, of all places?? Will Rebecca ever stop laughing?? Is this voice really annoying?? Do you want to have any hentai moments in this- --gets bashed over the headgets hit again gets punched
*Sara* if they don't want it then they can say so. But it's your entire fault anyway... you were the one who hired a hentai for a co-writer....
*silence*
~*~
Chapter written by Sara Harkness, the Hentai