A/N: This is for lady2nope
It's silly, but I hope it makes you smile.

Shippou's Big Moment

Malicious laughter sounded in the place full of foul miasma.

"Kukuku," cackled Naraku, standing on a convenient rock and glaring down his nose at the inu gang and Sesshomaru in front of him. While the daiyoukai looked as cold an calm as ever, the group following Inuyasha was roughened up pretty badly - they had torn clothing, bruises and cuts. Nothing really serious yet, but they were also panting from exertion and had just used some of their strongest attacks on him.

Of course none of them worked, because Naraku was invincible. Everyone and their mother knew that. Best hair, superior power and sense of style.

If he had to be honest with himself, some of those attacks had been pretty strong. But he, fabulous Naraku, had evaded them thanks to his fantastic barrier and agility in dodging. He was focused and nothing could take his attention fro his goal of getting the shards fro the miko and killing at least a few of his enemies. He had been practicing staying focused on one task in front of him for months, hidden in one of his lairs. Now he was not giving his foes any openings to land a hit on him.

"Okay, guys, it's my time!" yelled the little kitsune that usually hid during battle. Naraku almost fell from his rock from laughter. He threw his head back, luxurious locks flowing on the wind.

"And what can you do that they hadn't done already?" he asked in utter amusement.

"I trained a lot, you know and am stronger than you think!" Shippou pouted while his friends nodded in affirmation. Inuyasha gripped his sword harder and the rest resume battle stances, ready to assist the boy. Sesshomaru looked mildly confused, if one could use those words to descries a minimal rise of one of his perfect brows.

"Bring it on then, I'll let you strike me," Naraku grinned. He was going to enjoy breaking the brat's ego.

That was when the kitsune made a few hand gestures.

"Miko Harem no Jutsu!" he yelled and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. What emerged from the smoke made Naraku pause and blink.

Kikyou stood there, with rosy cheeks and glittering blue eyes, covering her coy smile with a sleeve of her miko roe. She looked like a vision from a dream

Next to her was another miko, almost identical to the first one, but dressed in plain, but well fitting attire most peasant women wore. She looked at him with those big, innocent eyes and gave him a wide smile.

And the third Kikyou was wearing a kimono worthy of a princess, casting shy glanced up at him from behind the long lashes that shadowed her eyes.

"Oh," he gasped, ignoring for a moment the rational part of his mind that spoke of the battle at hand. The sudden appearance of Kikyou in front of him, the gorgeous miko so alluring and unexpected, that for a crucial few seconds Naraku redirected his focus to the vision in front of him.

He was brought back from his dumb staring when he caught two things. One was the movement of his enemies preparing to strike him while he was distracted.

The other was the scent of burning.

He wrinkled his nose, then looked down to see a handful of blue flames spreading over his chest covered by his usual baboon pelt.

"Ah!" he started patting himself, trying to put the blue fire out, but all he manage to do was to spread it all over himself. Soon his head was on fire. "No, not my fabulous hair!"

The lethal hit of the Hiraikotsu put his pupped out of misery, but he managed to hear laughter of his enemies and praises for the crafty kitsune before he lost contact with his puppet and was once again in his own body.

Instinctively he reached a hand up to make sure his hair was intact. It smelled of kitsune fire.

"I'll have my revenge," he hit the mat on which he sat with his fist.