My Shackles of Words Chapter Six- Lalala the FINALE! Maybe

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Disclaimer: I writey with characters not mine. I own nothing.

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Run, run a bit more, run, keep running. I'm so damn amazing- I can run and it looks so elegant and streamlined... why is it that they have not yet realized how truly amazing this Sesshomaru is?

Sesshomaru silently pondered some of the more obscure wonders of the world as he ran through the forest, lala running away from that crazy Naraku who... goddamnit, the spider has my sash! When did that freaky spider get that? What's that I smell... a hot spring? Why do those things seem to haunt me? He shook his mane free, unknowingly releasing a triangle of paper that had lodged itself into his hair and allowing the thing to touch his skin. GO TO THE HOT SPRING. Whaa... I want to go to the hot spring suddenly!..Why not... I could get this Naraku-smell off me, along with the Inuyasha-smell, Human-smell and Grass-smell... it would be accurate to say I smell.

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Miroku arched under the cold spray, lithe body bending to allow his aching back muscles some of the icy water. I'm going to come out of this damn adventure with arthritis, that is if the Kazanaa doesn't kill me first... just because Inuyasha is comfortable with sleeping up trees doesn't mean I am...

He waded back to shore, wringing the water out of his short ponytail as he went. Aww damn it, the tie fell off. After finding the purple thread, he straightened up. And found himself looking at a pair of clothed legs.

"Sess... Sess... Sesshomaru?" The being in question's reply was a wolfish grin.

Waaaait... Sesshomaru doesn't grin... It's just not done... what's going on here?

Lucky for the monk, the demon was willing to answer that question- albeit in physical form. Namely, a kiss.

A kiss which was responded to in the only logical way his mind's piggybacker would accept. The kiss was returned.

And then? Things got hectic. Hectic in the way of frantically groping hands, mad rushes to get clothes off the one that remained clothed and lust- filled moans escaping from throats.

Yes, hectic would be a good word for the actions the two were puppeteered into by the freeloading thoughts in their minds. That's not to say a part of the real them wasn't enjoying it- but that part was far outweighed by the other parts of their minds.

It was a pity those parts were too busy being indignant over the things that their bodies were currently doing to notice how much they, in fact, enjoyed it.

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It's a strange thing, Mused a certain spider-youkai, these circumstances of the past day or so. It is also so very strange that he who I have mentally claimed as mine is, according to my mind, now doing what I would like to do with him to that sexy monk that travels with my arch-enemy, InuToolah. Erm... I mean Inuyasha. ...Did I just refer to the monk as sexy? Yes you did. He is sexy. You think he is sexy. ...of course... The man is admittedly good-looking, for a human. Not good looking, SEXY! You think he is asthetically pleasing and you want to jump him! ...along with Sesshie. I... I think... if offered the chance, I would join the monk and Sesshie... Sesshomaru?

And so he ran.

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Kagura lay in her clearing, playing with one of the unused paper triangles. Up, the triangle flew, only to fall down again into her waiting arms. It was yet another puppet, doing only what she wanted it to.

...yet she had to wonder. Was puppeteer really such a great job? Why had it seemed so damn fun when Fyre was there? Why was she getting the feeling that it would be oh-so much more fun cutting the strings and giving her puppets a free rein?

...would it?

One had to wonder.

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They traveled quite pointlessly. They didn't know at which point Miroku had disappeared, though Shippo claimed he had simply 'vanished'. Their party of five cut down to four, they were, quite simply, wandering.

How they ever got in the way of Kanna, nobody knows.

Yet here they were, faced down by the child on a pure white steed followed by the demonslayer on his black one, accompanied by a host of various demons. All, strangely enough, took the guise of handmaidens.

Sango's eyes widened and she sprinted forward, heading towards the black horse, ignoring the cries from her party members. "...Kohaku? KOHAKU!" She pulled the slim child off his horse into her own arms. "...Kohaku..."

The boy's eyes snapped open at this act of affection and stared at the offending human woman, who seemed to be attempting to squeeze his intestines out of his body while absorbing his shoulder with her eyes. Who was this crazed woman, he wondered? And so he voiced his question, in the form of pushing her bodily away from him with an earth-shaking scream of "GET THE HELL OFFA ME!" The girl looked shocked for a second, and then, tears gathering in her eyes, ran away.

Inuyasha looked annoyed. After all, this was a daily occurrence! "Kagome, would you go to make sure she doesn't commit suicide or something like that? Damnit, one 'Miroku-grope''d cheer her right up." The skimpily-dressed schoolgirl took off at as much of a run as she could manage with her stick-legs.

Sighing at the exit of his companions, Inuyasha turned to the silent girl on the horse.

"Look, Kanna, I know Naraku probably told you to kill us or something but can't we do this some other time? My group has some ...Issues... Currently."

The girl turned her blank stare's intensity up a notch or two. "Inuyasha. We are enemies, yet we both have in common our unwillingness to fight. Have you seen my master lately?"

"uh... yeah. He went running after Sesshomaru, for some weird reason. He was acting really, REALLY freaky."

"...I see. Farewell Inuyasha."

And she was gone.

"...uh... how does she do that?"

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Miroku lay on the soft grass on the edge of the spring, gasping for what breath he could get with the weight on his chest. The weight likewise panted, the two of them attempting to calm their beating hearts. The monk leaned his head back and allowed some of the sweat that blurred his eyesight to run off into his hair. His partner's hand slipped off his slick chest and briefly rested on the green lawn, before tensing and hoisting himself into a standing position. Sesshomaru looked down at him through his now slightly messed up mane of silver hair. "I suggest we wash ourselves" was his simple statement.

And perhaps they would of, if Naraku hadn't chosen this moment to burst into the area, confirm his suspicions with a quick glance at the two naked humanoids and stride over to Sesshomaru and slap him hard, with a girlish screech of "You BITCH!".

Silence dominated for a few tense and shock filled moments, before the intruder sheepishly added "uh... can I join?"

The two looked at each other and shrugged.

Needless to say, Naraku got his way. Doesn't he always?

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Kagura stood abruptly.

"Ookay!" she announced to the forest in general. "I've decided!"

And with those momentous words, the puppet master cut the strings.

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"WHAT THE FUUUCK!" The words echoed around the clearing. Naraku stopped from what he was doing, namely collecting his clothes from the untidy pile he had dumped them in. Likewise Sesshomaru paused in the act of unknotting his silver hair with a hand, but both of them not because of the monk's scream. In fact, they stopped for the same reason as Miroku's outburst as he was cleaning himself in the spring. The reason being the retreat of certain forces in the three's minds, leaving them to consider the events that they had had no control over.

"AAAARGH! I feel dirty! DIRTY! Aaaah I slept with a man! Men! Men demons! Demons!"

The wailing monk soon departed from the area, soon followed by two very confused demons.

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MONTHS LATER

The party of Inuyasha were in yet another area, searching for yet another Shikion shard using demon. Following the half-youkai was Kagome, looking a little worse for wear because of some exams she had coming up. Perched on her shoulder, the fox demon looked healthy and perhaps a little fatter than usual, due to all the sweets the schoolgirl pampered him with. Taking up the rear was Sango, now her normal less-angsty-than-usual self and Miroku.

Miroku. They had found him wandering around, many months ago, the expression of someone lost etched onto his face. His clothes had been slightly rumpled and his face had adopted an odd expression whenever Sesshomaru or Naraku were mentioned, a daily occurrence lately as the group debated as to the sudden disappearance of said demons. During a run-in with Kouga the Youkai had reported seeing Naraku trying to gather the pieces of the Shikon no tama as discreetly as possible, while Kaede confirmed Inuyasha's brother had returned to looking after his lands.

But, really, did anyone expect them to do what it seemed they were doing? Nay, the real truth behind the two's disappearance was secret meeting and discussion spanning over the time between that very odd day to the present day. Of course, no-one was aware of this fact until they made an agreement and went to meet one very unlucky or lucky (depending on one's point of view) monk...

"Sesshomaru!" Exclaimed the silver haired half breed. "Have you come for a fight, finally? It's been ages since you last terrorized me!"

"Stay your hand, brother. I wish to speak to the one who calls himself a monk."

"uh." Inuyasha's face blanked at the brain usage overload. Sesshomaru. Here. Wants Miroku. "Uh, sure. Take him."

"WHAA?" screeched one girly monk. "Inuyasha, what, are you giving me to him? INUYASHA!" He was rapidly dragged off by the tall silver haired demon.

"Inuyasha, do you really think letting Miroku go with Sesshomaru was a good idea? I mean, he flinches whenever his name is said!" Kagome whined.

"SILENCE, WOMAN! We. Eat. Noodle. Now. Understand?" He growled, holding the Tetsaiga to Kagome's neck, making her squeak in fear. Hurrying to obey, she ran to where her bicycle and pack was, passing Sango, who was attempting to slash her wrists with a dead leaf after seeing a particularly Kohaku-like tree.

Unknown to them was the struggle going on both physically and mentally inside their companion. While being dragged off, Miroku wondered foggily if Sesshomaru was going to have his way with him. Mm. sounds nice. It's been a while... Wait... I don't like Sesshomaru... Do I? After all, he did have his dirty little way with me, didn't he? What if... what if I liked it? What if he wants to...

His thoughts cut off as abruptly as his unplanned little journey as Sesshomaru deposited him at the feet of... "Naraku?"

"Greetings, Miroku."

"...Aww fuck, what are you planning on doing, killing me or something?"

"Hardly." The black haired Demon replied, "If fact, we would like to discuss with you that ...Incident that happened a few months ago, surely you can recall?"

"...How could I forget?"

"I thought as much," The demon lord cut in, "Then you would agree that although we were not... 'In full control'... it was not the most..." He stopped, and his demonic companion continued for him.

"Not the most unpleasant thing on the universe. One could beg it was perhaps in the opposing nature entirely."

"Whaa?" Miroku's jaw would have dropped had it not been connected to the rest of his face by some flesh, muscles, bone and skin.

"And we were wondering, if you would not consider meeting with us and maybe experiencing it again?"

Miroku's mind could not believe what he was hearing. But, luckily enough his body did, and was kind enough to supply an answer.

"Why, certainly!"

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A/N: The idea of Miroku sleeping in a tree cracks me up. I'm pretty sure he'd slip, and land on top of Sango, who would be happy to grace his face with one big red handprint. Also, I noticed in chapter 4 I got the words 'Seme' and 'Uke' around the wrong way. Baka me... it's cos I associate Seme with Feme... so poor Sesshy gets described as the bitch. I'll repost it! Like... before this chapter is up. ...uh... yeah.

So, WOO! My first non-oneshot fic is FINISHED! YAAAY! ...uh, sorry about that. Also, my apologies for the vastly differing time between the posting of each chapters i.e.: why the hell chapter six took ages.

...All I can say is I'm not the greatest person to turn to for consistent, regular updates, although I'll do my hella best to actually finish my stories because I hate it when people don't finish fics and just leave you hanging there on the latest chapter.

Lastly, I'm begging you people out there for a review, I'm not asking for in-detail essays here, all I want to know is 'good', 'bad' and possibly 'why'. I just want reassurance at least some of the meager hits this fic has received is people actually READING, not just entering the fic then exiting at the first paragraph. So, please, if you're not planning to review, can you just hit that button? It's quick and painless, I promise :P REVIEWS ARE LIFEBLOOD! Really! Otherwise I don't know what I'm doing wrong!

Thank you to everyone to read this fic!

Love all, Fyre.

PS. What, you weren't really expecting a dead-serious, IC ending where you?