Title: Come Away With Me
Disclaimer: No, no, no! Over THERE! points at RT
Rating: PG-13 ( T )
Spoilers: If you haven't read up to Volume Six of the manga yet, you've got a lot (and I mean a lot) of catching up to do. Myself, I gave up somewhere around Volume Nineteen.
Summary: What if the attempted kidnaping had been successful...? M/K
Just fixed the formatting. Nobody get excited.
Chapter One: Eyes on You
"Curse the man..." a young priest sighed to himself, wearily gazing at the shard of petrified soul trapped between his fingertips. "An antique dealer taking advantage of a man of the cloth..." he complained aloud as he rubbed sorely at his shoulder with his gloved hand, careful not to let his only profit of the afternoon slip through his fingers into the hot spring he was currently soaking in.
With no one else around to converse with, the lone monk Miroku continued his irritated
soliloquy with only the singing crickets as an audience. "After all the trouble I went through to get the goods!" he said hotly, slumping back against a convenient boulder, folding his arms beneath his head as a makeshift pillow. "My only profit is this Shikon Jewel shard. Just my luck."
With another weary sigh, Miroku lifted the shard so that the subtle moonlight glinted off the ragged edges, casting deceptive innocence upon a tainted object. It glowed a hazy purple between his fingertips, barely pure enough for him to touch, a slight demon taint lingering on long after the battle was complete. It would take several days for it to fade away completely...if it even faded at all.
"Whee!"
Miroku nearly dropped the shard into the spring as another person (at least, he ASSUMED it was a person) made their presence known. 'What's this?' he thought. 'People...so far up in the mountains...?'
Cursing his sixth sense for not warning him, Miroku flattened himself against the boulder so as not to make himself noticed and peered around the edge to get a better view of his new companion.
To the monk's supreme astonishment, a young girl – a beautiful young girl, at that – was standing, in all her naked glory, just a few feet away, unabashedly bathing in what she obviously assumed to be private quarters.
"A hot spring!" she cried with utter joy, splashing herself with the naturally heated water that surrounded her. Her pert breasts – a good handful or two each – glistened with moisture and bounced jovially with each movement. The skin he was privileged enough to catch a glimpse of was flushed with heat making her glow a soft, healthy pink. She shone brightly through the heavy fog, a welcoming beacon to the traveling monk in the adjoining pool who watched her hungrily from a distance. Her entire body was visible to him from the smooth planes of her belly up.
Alas, all else was submerged in the spring.
"I'm so happy..." she cooed, dipping below the water to wet her wavy dark head before bursting through the surface again, throwing her magnificent mane back over her shoulders with a wet slap. Being so unobtrusively close in proximity, a few beads of water made their way to Miroku to spray his face, though the monk hardly seemed to notice. A familiar tightening in his lower regions kept his attention firmly held on the delightful little water nymph on display before him.
Still unknowing of her riveted audience, the girl leaned over (Miroku shuddered) the shore to where her garments lay in a pile and withdrew a bottle of some unknown potion and a rag and began to thoroughly cleanse herself with them. She squirted a small quantity of the potion onto her cloth and ran it over her body, making light scrubbing motions to effectively wash away the dirt and grime that had accumulated on her skin.
She scrubbed at her neck first, working up a good lather to spread down her chest. The rag swept over her collarbone and shoulders next, rubbing in vigorous circles to rinse away all the dirt of the day. Once satisfied with her work there, she lowered the rag further down her body, paying special devotion to each breast in turn, sweeping around each lump of tissue to clean the underside as well as the top. She struggled with her back – finally succeeding as she grabbed one end of the cloth in each hand and swiping it between her shoulder blades – and moved down to her belly. She carefully wrapped the rag around one of her index fingers and inserted it into her belly button, causing Miroku to bite back a groan of desire as naughty thoughts sprang to his mind.
He was pious, damnit, pious!
She made quick work of her abdomen, finding very few other crevices to deal with, and proceeded to lift one of her legs out of the spring.
This time, Miroku couldn't hold back his moan of approval at the new view. From this angle, he could just see a forbidden little nest of curls peeping out from between her legs...
She propped one of her feet up against the bank, which rose a bit from the spring itself, and worked her way up from her ankle. She washed the inside of her legs first (wary of her more sensitive flesh betwixt them) and then the outside. She repeated each action with it's partner and then lowered them both back into the spring, suds flying up around her body in a halo of fluffy white bubbles.
The girl lowered herself back into the spring (Miroku cursed and praised Buddha all at once) with a low moan of pleasure. She dipped below the surface again for a few moments, allowing the bubbles to drift up before her, and then broke the surface again as her need for oxygen overrode her desire for consumption. "Mmm...feels so good..." she sighed, leaning back against her own boulder to soak. It was only then he noticed...
Eh! He thought, eyes widening to their maximum potential as he spotted the jewel that dangled precariously between her breasts. 'A Shikon Shard! It's HUGE!'
Disrupting him from his thoughts (which were, for a change, NOT focused on her breasts which were so...um...good looking and...), the girl shouted over her bare shoulder "You better not to peek, InuYasha!"
There was a derisive snort and a crude answer. "Don't worry. I'm NOT tempted."
If the "changes of life" were to be believed in, this newer voice was definitely of the male variety. Curses, foiled!
There was an angry huff from the spring and a bit of splashing and Miroku was drawn back to the matter at...erm...hand. Returning his gaze to the bathing girl, he could see that she was now fully submerged up to her neck (Curses! Foiled yet AGAIN!) in the water, swimming through the water with the ease of a swan. A beautiful swan. With smooth feathers. And breasts, yes, swans had breasts...
Vowing to himself never to so much as look at another fowl again, Miroku slipped back behind his rock as his sense of self-preservation lost out against his rampaging hormones. So she had a male with her, did she? This would make things much more difficult...
He froze in his escape when a scream of fright rent the heavy air, effectively signaling two other voices to jump into the mix.
"What is it?" the first voice – the deep, masculine one he'd recognized from earlier – shouted brashly, a tinge of worry evident in his undertones. The second voiced seemed more vocal in its distress (though this one was not obviously masculine or feminine). "Kagome!" it squealed.
Miroku was thrown back against the tree he had been seeking shelter behind as a rush of red and white flew past him at unbelievable speed. There was another scream emitted from the young damsel-in-distress, this time without so much raw terror. Miroku turned and watched the events unfolding with much humor as the girl, in one swift movement, clobbered her companion with a handy rock the size of a small boulder.
"I'm okay! Get outta here!" she insisted, turning to scold the offensive (and very lucky) monkey who was tugging on a lock of her damp mane with a naughty grin on his withered little primate face. "Shoo, shoo!"
The second voice – now identifiable as a young child – squealed with glee. "It's a monkey!"
Several more transactions took place between the three traveling companions – most of which were along the lines of "sit," "oof," and "bitch." – all quite vulgar.
"With some fellows, is she?" Miroku muttered with as much good humor as he could muster, giving the taller one with the long hair a good once-over. Was he some sort of demon perhaps? Or only half?
Whichever was the case, Miroku certainly couldn't leave such a fair maiden with a heathen such as he. So it was settled. For the welfare of the girl and the teachings of the almighty Buddha, he would rescue the fair lady (who was currently using some sort of magic against the "heathenous demon" in question to pummel him into the ground) from this demon and whisk her away to much safer company...such as himself.
Gathering his clothing, staff and various other bathing items, the priest withdrew from the spring, casting not another glance in the direction of the girl and her companions. If he were to "rescue" her from this foe's villainous clutches, he would have some preparation to take care of.
"What a pity," he lamented to himself as he walked briskly away from the springs, a new bounce in his step. "I do so hate to get rough..."
With a devious little grin of his own, Miroku began whistling his favorite drunken tune as he walked, rosary beads jangling innocently against his staff with each step.
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