A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in(at the risk of sounding like a prep)like, six months. I was grounded from the internet and the laptop(where these wonderful stories come from), all because I cooked bacon while my mother wasn't home. Can you believe that? OH! I'm turning fourteen tomorrow. I'm happy, but then again, after tomorrow, we go back to school( my school had Cristmas break a week and four days ago). My B-days' on January 3rd, 1991. Anyways, heres the next chapter to my story "Silver Silk".

Also, fuck the damn disclaimer.

Silver Silk Chapter Three-Naraku Dolls and Sesshomaru Stalking-Part One

Miroku breathed in the clear, crisp air while gazing at the blue sky above him. It was a beautiful morning for walking, and Miroku planned to do just that. Turning to Kagome, who was behind him packing up their things from last night, he told her so. Kagome hesitated in letting him go, but seeing as he needed it, she nodded.

"Be careful, Miroku. We don't want another..." She trailed off, and quietly resumed her packing. As Miroku headed down the path farther away from Kagome, he wondered why everyone was so upset. He was better now, wasn't he? And its not like he tried to get ravaged by a demon who just happens to be related to Inuyasha.

He sighed, and stopped to touch the scar that was on his cursed arm. When he showed Inuyasha all the scars(minus the one that was on his thighs), he turned away, stating that Miroku now had two curses-and on the same arm.

But when he thought of the lord, and the night of his taking, what Miroku really thought about was how Sesshomaru was gentle with him in the beginning, and how he even left Miroku with his boa. Speaking of which...he wondered what Inuyasha had done with-the monk stopped and looked around. He felt as if he was being watched again.

Miroku silently pulled out his staff, and crouched down slightly to defend himself if need be. He sensed an imense power coming from the trees on his left, then on his right. The power seemed to surge all around him, until he couldn't tell if it was in one clump of bushes, or another. Miroku heard a crack, then looked up and moved out of the way just in time, stumbling slightly.

"What-?" he muttered, and dodged another tentacle, once again stumbling. His legs were not as used to running and dodging things as they were before Sesshomaru raped him. Dodging another earthen colored tentacle, he looked up. There, just above him, was Naraku, smirking at the young monk.

"I should've known it was you, Naraku!" Narakus' babboon covered body had obscured the light of the sun; in fact, Miroku thought for a second that he was wittnessing a total eclipse of the sun.

"Why, you don't seem happy to see me, monk. I wonder why that is, hmm?" Miroku glared scathingly at the half-demon, and grapsed his rosary beads in an attempt to suck Naraku up. The demon merely smirked before sailing into the sky, and swooping back down to land in front of Mirokus feet, not ten feet away from the bastard.

"Ah ah. I wouldn't do that, young monk. You see, I have developed a very special surprise for you-my poisonous insects! They have been specially bred to kill faster, more painful, and only I have the cure for it!"

Miroku, who had finally unwrapped the beads that kept his wind tunnel safe, was to late to put them back on, and gasped in shock and fear as he hurriedly pointed his cursed hand down at the ground just in time. "Shit...!" he muttered angrily, and hurriedly put on his sacred beads.

Naraku grabbed the monk around the middle with his tentacle, and lifted him off the ground. Miroku gasped as Naraku started to grip him tighter and tighter. He could feel his bones starting to crack, and screamed out in pain. It was then that Miroku realized his predicament.

He was totally helpless against Naraku.

Sesshomaru watched as his soon to be mate was being attacked. Inside, he was seething with anger-how dare Naraku attack something that rightfully belonged to him? But on the outside, he looked just as cool and calm as ever.

Jaken turned to him, and asked in his squeaky voice, "What shall we do, Lord Sesshomaru? Don't you want the human?" Sesshomaru shifted his body slightly, and looked down on the small demon, who flinched accordingly. Finally, the lord demon spoke in his cool and calm voice of his.

"I will watch him, to see how strong he is after what happened. If it looks like he will be killed, then I will indeed step in." Jaken nodded, and then asked another question, earning a look from his master. "Master, what if the monk tries to talk to you? What will you do?"

"Why are you questioning my authority, Jaken? Do you think I can not handle this?" His voice was low with silent anger. Jaken stepped back warily, and shook his head.

"Ehh, no master, it's just..." Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes threateningly. "Ehrm...I must go check on Rin, my lord!" With that, Jaken took off in the direction of where they had left Rin.

Sesshomaru turned his eyes back on the object of his affection. Indeed, he himself thought that he wouldn't take in another human...but when he saw Miroku, he had to have him. Not only that, but Miroku had enjoyed Sesshomarus' hard thrusts, his claws raking down his back in passion, the biting of his lips, and the biting of his neck-which, it seemed, the monk had still not discovered yet.

He sat quietly for several seconds before stepping forward just slightly. Miroku was now in the grasp of Naraku, and seemed to be in pain. His eyes flashed dangerously, before jumping off the cliff that he had been positioned on so he could watch the monk.

He wouldn't let anyone take away the thing he had just gotten...not even Naraku.

Mirokus' vision was begininng to blurr, the pain was to much for him to take. He was sure he was going to die, and closed his eyes as the darkness began to eat at his vision.

Suddenly, the pain was lessened, and he felt himself starting to fall. Opening his eyes, he saw Sesshomaru dodge one of Narakus tentacles, and slice off Narakus head with his sharp, pointed nails. A doll fell out from the baboon clothing, and split in half.

He then realized, that if he hit the ground at this speed, it wouldn't matter if Sesshomaru had saved him; he'd die anyway. But that was all dismissed as he felt the demons' arms come around him, holding him bridal style as he fell.

When Sesshomaru landed, he put Miroku on the ground gently, and turned to walk away. Miroku was speechless-he had expected the demon to come back, but certainly not to save him. Halfway across the clearing, Miroke cried out before he realized it himself.

"Sesshomaru!"

The demon stopped, and stood still, his back to the monk. Slowly, he turned around, and Miroku found himself getting lost into Sesshomaru deep amber gaze. Shaking him self slightly, he looked away, and whispered, "Why?"

And then, suddenly, Sesshomaru was in front of him again, standing over him. "Why what? Taking you as mine, or saving you?" He asked, and Miroku shivered at his voice.

"Both, I suppose..." he mumbled, and Sesshomaru put the tip of his shoe under Miroku's chin, lifting his face up to look at him. "You will see, lord monk, in due time." Miroku didn't pull his gaze away when Sesshomaru put his foot back down on the ground. Instead, he closed his eyes, and drew in a deep shaky breath.

When he opened his eyes, he was alone, save for the fake Naraku doll, and the lingering scent of Lord Sesshomaru.

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Miroku came limping back to the now bare campsite, and Kagome rushed over to him. "What happened, Miroku?" she asked, sitting him down on a log. He opened his mouth, and started to say something, but thought better of it, and sighed.

"Naraku,"

There was a startled gasp from Kagome, and Sango muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "bastard", but the monk couldn't be sure. Inuyasha drew in breath, and froze-the scent of his brother, Sesshomaru, was there also, and he turned to glare at the monk.

"And I suppose my brother just decided to take another walk in the forest, did he?" Miroku's eyes widened, before he shook his head. "No, he...he saved me...which is unusal. I wasn't expecting that..."

"He saved you? But...but why?" Kagome asked, getting out a bandage for Miroku's cheek. "I asked him the same thing, but he told me I'd see in due time. I blinked, and he was gone. The Naraku doll is still over there, if you'd like to check how realistic my story is," he said, grimacing slightly at the sting of the antiseptic.

Kagome placed the bandage on his cheek, and he smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Kagome." He surprised her by not groping her for once, and she hugged him slightly before backing up, and taking her bag. "Well, we shouldn't dwell on this for long-I sense some Shikon shards off into distance, more to the east than anything else."

Inuyasha nodded, and Miroku stood up. Kirara warped into her more menacing form, and jumped onto the demons back. Helping Miroku up, she noticed that he was careful of where he put his hands, and was slightly disapointed, but nonetheless grateful of it anyhow.

Shippo jumped onto Mirokus' shoulder, and he smiled, before they took off. The east. Isn't that where Sesshomaru ruled? The thought brought a sudden shiver through him, and he was grateful that his body didn't show any desire for the lord(hint hint).

"Lets' go Kirara!" shouted Sango, and they took off into the early morning sky, Miroku anticipating the next time he'd see his lord.

Well, it took me long enough to get this out, didn't it? And not only that, but it's not as long as I expected it to be. I'm just trying to make it longer with my author note. Sorry.

Review please.

WitchBlade