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The Mother Goose Escapades

No. 8

Georgie Porgie, puddin' and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry;
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.

A young man, probably eighteen or so, was making his way through the thick foliage of the forest. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and his dark brown hair was sticking to his head. The long robes of his religious attire were heavy, and captured even more of the heat.

All in all, Miroku was pretty uncomfortable. What he really wanted was a nice place to sit down and to be pampered by pretty woman of the village, everyone in awe of his status of a monk. A bath would be nice as well. Of course, he also needed a child to carry on the revenge should he fail...

"I cannot be mad at you, father," Miroku sighed, staring at his hand. He stopped walking, and flopped down in exhaustion. It was truly the first time he had been out on his own. He didn't really like it very much. "It's just the life of a traveling monk," he whispered, too tired to even speak out loud. This was getting ridiculous.

"Help, help!" Miroku's head snapped up at the sound of a voice in dismay. A female voice. Grinning, Miroku leapt up and ran in the direction he heard the voice. When a lady was in need, his own troubles were all erased. The scene he came upon however, was cause enough for some of his bravado to fade. A girl, fifteen or so, was laying on the ground, weeping and calling for help, as several snake demons circled her, hungry looks on their faces.

"Hey sickos!" the young monk yelled, his nervousness evident in his voice. Could he save the girl? Five of the demons looked at him, and hissed mockingly. Clearly they saw him as no threat. The sixth one attacked him though, slithering through the grass quicker than his eye could follow. Acting on instinct, the monk threw off his seal and the wind tunnel was opened. The snake stood no chance.

"What are you?" hissed another snake demon. "You are no demon like us."

"You'd better believe it! I am a monk, and I am tired. I need a place to stay, and that girl there will surely lead me to her village. So let her go, huh?" Miroku stood tall. The snakes did not believe him, evident by their attack on him. Opening the wind tunnel once again, Miroku absorbed them all and suddenly there was no fight. Replacing the seal, Miroku approached the frightened girl.

"Are you alright?" he asked her. She raised her head, revealing frightened blue eyes. Miroku's eyes widened in the unusual color. But she nodded, a good sign for Miroku. He knelt down, and took her hands. "Will you bear my child.?" The frightened expression was no replaced with shock.

"Tamaki!" A masculine voice rang through the woods.

"Papa!" the girl gasped. She pulled her hands from Miroku's, and called louder, "Papa, I'm here! I'm alright!" A tall man could be seen from a distance, and he rapidly covered the ground towards his daughter. And the nonchalant monk.

"You bastard, I'm going to break you for hurting my daughter, just you wait! What kind of a holy man are you, going around taking young girls like that?" The man's fist heading straight for his face, Miroku ducked, and ran a short distance away.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken. I saved her, not the other way around."

"That's right papa, and then he asked me to marry him!" the girl gushed. Miroku's eyes widened. The father started running towards Miroku again, who dashed off. He hadn't been aware he could run so quickly.

Five minutes later, the monk realized the chase was over. He slowed, and continued on his way. On towards a new village. On towards another girl. He trudged on, aware again of the heat of the forest he was in. And how exhausted he was. And hungry. And…

…Miroku snapped awake, staring at the crackling fire before him, confused as he slowly woke up. That's right, he was here now. Why had he dreamed of that first day out? Sitting up, he looked at the little slumbering group before him, but he could feel Inuyasha's questioning gaze on his back. Refusing to look, he pursed his lips in concentration. What had brought that dream on?

There it was. Now he remembered. Those eyes, he had seen a girl with eyes that color today, passing through another village. She had given him a strange look, but then shook her head as if in disbelief. As he stared back, wondering, a smack from Sango startled him out of his thoughts. Rather painfully, actually. He smirked, realizing something.

Sango was probably more dangerous for his health than that old father had been. His eyes glanced towards the demon slayer's peaceful form. She kept him on a leash, that was for sure. No matter how many girls he asked, if he saw Sango coming he knew he would run. It was only to preserve his health, of course. It wasn't as if her hurt glare caused his heart pain.

It wasn't like he loved her...right?

Until these matters were sorted out, he would run. No matter what was said or done, an angry Sango was hundreds of times worse than any father. And that was the truth.

Author's Notes: I know, I was supposed to have 'Hey Diddle Diddle' up, but this one came to me, and so I had to post it. But 'Hey' is written, so it will be up next, don't worry! Enjoy!