Chapter 4: Evil Incarnate

Amatsu Mikaboshi had materialized in front of the group. Sango put a hand on her Hiraikotsu. "Who are you?"

The god laughed and spread his arms wide. "Amatsu Mikaboshi, the god of..."

Miroku interrupted. "Evil. What do you want?"

This only made Amatsu laugh harder. "Such a cheeky mortal. Not as bold as the white-haired one, though. My buisness is my own."

A sudden thought struck Miroku. "I didn't call Sango a lesbian. You did!"

"Very good, mortal. I possessed you in a moment of anger."

Miroku looked shocked. "But why? I'm a houshi. I've never done anything to the gods."

"You and your lover have angered Benzaiten, the love goddess."

Inuyasha smirked. "His lover? Who would that be? Wait... you don't mean Sango, do you?"

"You catch on fast, mortal."

"I'm not mortal, but Miroku and Sango? That's crazy! That's just weird."

"It may seem crazy, mortal, but it is true. These two were meant for each other. Benzaiten has declared it."

Sango blushed. "I don't see how you fit into all of this."

"I was sent here to torture you, pushing you together. This was boring, so I decided to tear you apart instead. Apparently, this didn't work. Apparently Benzaiten was right." He normally didn't tell mere mortals his intentions, but it was fun toying with this group, especially the hanyou and the houshi. They seemed a bit overprotective of the females, though the monk didn't show it.

In the short time Amatsu had inhabited Miroku's body, the god had tapped into the monk's thoughts. He had traveled through Miroku's entire life in the space of five minutes. His first memory was that of a man perishing in a ball of fire. His most recent memory had been powerful and sensual. Miroku had fallen asleep next to Sango, his arm coiled around her waist, as if to protect her from the night.

Amatsu and Miroku now shared a bond. It was not physical, nor was it weak. They could hear each other's thoughts, and the young man was ecstatic.

Miroku's thoughts were brimming with joy. "Did he just say me and Sango were meant for each other? Could it be true? I like her, but I didn't know she felt the same way. This is amazing!"

This caused Amatsu to laugh harder. "Unwholesome thoughts, monk?"

Miroku looked at the god hatefully. "No, for once."

Amatsu was taken aback. No human, more or less a monk, had spoken to him in such a way. He let his anger show. "I'll be back, you petty humans! I'll be back, and one of you will die! And monk, I know your deepest fantasies about that... that girl!" He practically spat the last word.

He disappeared in a flash of lightning, and the sound of air rushing into the spot where his body had been permeated the silence. Miroku's four comrades turned to look at him, and the monk smiled uneasily and scratched his head. "I can explain..."

Benzaiten was angrier than she had ever been before. She decided to take matters into her own hands.

Leaving the land of the gods, she materialized on earth as a young woman with sparkling brown eyes and waist-length black hair with small braids framing her face. Benzaiten was wearing a green kimono that accented her figure perfectly. She smiled prettily. Now it was time to figure out just how faithful Miroku was to Sango.