A Finding

Miroku found a bra.

One could think there's nothing really extraordinary about this rather simple statement, but I need to remind you that Miroku wasn't living even close to a time when bras were worn in Japan. So a monk finding a bra at the same time when Oda Nobunaga started shaving was pretty odd.

Bot, at the other hand, it wasn't impossible, due to the fact that this particular monk had a friend who could travel in time right to the era when bras in Japan were no longer so strange. And it happened that this friend was a female, hence it was very likely that the bra belonged to her.

Which proved to be a real problem to Miroku, if he wanted to keep the futuristic article of clothing now laying discarded on top of a bush in the forest.

Why, you might ask, my good reader? Well, the answer can be boiled to one word - Inuyasha.

There was a very big probability that if discovered in Miroku's possession, the bra would be the reason for many bruises. And there was no doubt in Miroku's mind that the hanyou could smell Kagome's scent coming off of the little flimsy piece of clothing with frills and ribbons. And Inuyasha would tell Sango and Kagome, so they could gang up on him and...

The monk took a step to the side, intending to simply walk by. He was a pervert, but he wasn't an idiot, no bra was worth being pummeled by his friends.

He almost walked away, but then a thought struck him. An innocent traveler passing by later on could find the bra and take it with him to be then discovered and maimed. He, a good monk, couldn't let that terrible fate fall on some poor soul. And the worst part would be that the unsuspecting traveler wouldn't even know what a bra was and where it went. He had to do the wise thing and figure out a way to save an innocent life.

So maybe it'd be better to just remove the article from the bush and then carefully put it Kagome's bag pack before anyone could notice?

Fat chance, Inuyasha could sense Kagome's bag being opened from a kilometer away. The hearing range of the hanyou when it came to potato chips rustling was not parred.

There was no way to put it in the bag without Inuyasha not noticing. And the hanyou would probably jump to conclusions before even landing beside the bag.

Which would only lead to calamity, destruction and body damage.

Miroku turned his head away from the pale fabric and ribbons of the bra.

But he could put it in Kaede's hut, somewhere, as if Kagome had forgot to pack it. It was a wise thing to do.

Or he could wash off Kagome's scent with some incense and keep the thing.

He glanced at the bra again. It seemed as if it was calling his name...

His cursed hand - as always - moved without his consent.

The bra was so soft, like the finest silk. The pale fabric had little green leaves printed on it. He rubbed it with his thumb.

A cloud of smoke surrounded the bra and a red-clad hanyou emerged from it, growling and glaring at him.

"Miroku..." the hanyou started in a raspy voice.

Miroku did the wise thing - he ran, he ran like the wind.

Too bad that five seconds after he was no longer visible, Inuyasha fell to the ground, holding his belly and laughing. As he rolled on the forest floor the hanyou grew an orange tail and then his entire body changed shape to looking like a certain mischievous little fox.

A/N: The plot draft for this one was literally 'haunted bra', so yeah, with that as my starting point it couldn't be good :D