Wow, I didn't expect so many positive ideas for this story! Thank you all!
Umm, about the lack of update. Computer crashed…blah, blah, blah… I'm back, don't worry.
KatieBatie – I got the idea from the manga Seven of Seven, or Nana no Shichi. Pretty much I did the same thing, but different.
Yuri2 – thanks, I usually do a really bad job on first chapters. I hope the names will be less confusing. At this point, each chapter will be solely about just one of them, so that might make it easier. Well, kinda, sort of, maybe.
A chart for you!
Miroko: lazy-gray
Mitsu: smart-black
Miro: sexy-green
Mirin: gay-yellow
Miroppe: dynamic-orange
Mirochi: mean-red
Miroku no ShichiChapter 2- you're mean!
Before:
"Ah hem!"
Sango broke her self from the kiss and looked to see a blushing Kagome, two uncaring demons, a group of giggling Mirokus, and extremely pissed Miroku.
Miroku jump at him self, tackling the over-flirty version and started punching him.
"HUH?" was all Sango said.
After:
They all watched as Miroku kicked the ass of the flirtier version of him self. Sango blushed immensely as Miro called her name for help. He couldn't seem to win against himself. At that point Mirochi was excited about the situation, and jumped into the fight.
Inuyasha looked Kagome, as if he were pleading with his eyes to receive permission to enter the brawl. She just shook her head in disappointed agreement, granting him to go fight. They all laughed as the four people fought.
"YOU DUMBASS! YOU KISSED SANGO BEFORE I DID! I HATE YOU!"
"DON'T KILL MEEEE!" Miro begged, gripping his fingers into the ground, trying to escape the grasp of the 'up-set' houshi.
Sango looked hesitantly at the suffering man, and thought about it. "Oh, alright."
"Oh arigato!" Miro chirped, as the young, demon-slayer approached, reaching for his hand. She grabbed it firmly, and pulled him out of the pile of brawling men, and urr…hanyou.
Miroku, still holding Miro, gripped his ankle tightly, making it harder for him to escape with Sango helping. Just as he noticed her pulling her hardest, he let go.
"If I know myself, which I hopefully do, when Miro falls, he'll try and grope Sango. He'll get caught, and Sango's punishment would be A LOT worse than anything I could ever do…"
Miroku watched as Miro stumbled forward, casually rubbed her butt, and pressed against her body without so much as a twitch from her. His jaw dropped in amazement.
"But…but…" Miroku sobbed in failure to get himself in trouble.
Inuyasha and Mirochi were having a stare off, standing in battle stances, waiting for each other to make a move. They finally got separated when Kagome and Mitsu were annoyed with their meaningless fighting when they could be using their energies on, oh say…Naraku?
I mean, hasn't Inuyasha small Kikyo-Naraku-Kagome obsessed brain figured out he can kill three birds with one stone? Kill Naraku, avenging Kikyo, and leaving Kagome all to himself because Kikyo could rest peacefully! Kami, are our hero's so caught up with moments, that they're so dense?
Yes. Of course they are.
Well anyway…
After a couple more fights and bickering, they realized it was getting late and decided to go sleep in the closest village. The Mirokus argued, and finally decided that getting one room to fit them all would end in chaos. And the girls got their own small room, away from the disastrous boys...
The girls and demons sat in their rooms, talking amongst themselves.
"Kagome? Do you think it's safe to even fall asleep?"
"Yeah, for me anyway…you're screwed."
"Well, gee, thanks." Sango rolled her eyes and got up. "I think I'll take a bath while I can."
"Alrighty, I'll join you."
"Okay."
The two set foot to the hot springs, sneaking pass the boys' room, praying that only Inuyasha would hear them if they were heard at all.
#Mens? R0000m?
The Mirokus gawked at Miro as he was now nursing the cuts, bruises, and black eye he was now sporting from the earlier fight. Mirin kept running and coming back with more water and bandages for Miro, helping him deal with his injuries.
Miroku watched the others converse while he took Inuyasha's job, and sulked, leaning up against the wall, observing everyone and everything.
"Hey, you know what would cheer you up?" Miroko started, looking around the room cheerfully, with his slightly closed eyes, "lets get some geishas!"
"Yeah! Sounds great! Miroppe go get'em!" Mitsu order. Miroppe stood up and gave a mock salute, and left the room with a dash.
Miroku slinked out of the room to prevent any further trouble between him and the others. He noticed Mirin walk a bit further in front of him, heading towards the springs. Miroku shrugged at himself and decided it would be best to join him, even if he was the 'gay' version of himself.
"How are you tonight?" Miroku asked, catching up with Mirin, "Are you going to go take a bath?"
"Yeah, thought I would clear my mind, y'know?" Mirin said glumly, "I wanted to go have a chat with girls, wanna come?"
Miroku sighed, thinking how nice it would be to talk to the girls while bathing, when he felt his mind was most open. "Alas, I cannot, do to the fact that I would not talk, but attempt to touch what I cannot have."
"True, okay, then I shall talk with you. You may find it most relaxing to talking to me, without fear of me telling the others, for I am you." He grinned widely, reassuring his secrets are safe with himself.
They approached the spring near the girls, and started undressing. Sinking into warm depths of the water, surprised greatly, Miroku felt no uncomforting feelings bathing with the 'man-loving' version of him.
"So, anything in particular that you find the need to talk about right now?" Mirin asked, willing to give Miroku any counseling he felt fit.
"I don't know why I felt so immensely jealous when Miro kissed Sango. Sango isn't mine, especially with all that flirting I do, but I can't help. I was so mad seeing Miro kiss her like…like…"
"She was his"
"Yeah! She doesn't belong to the likes of him, she belong to—"
"You? Hardly, Sango is a warrior, she will not willing give her self to anyone."
"But I love her!" Miroku shouted, almost regretting it the second he said it, knowing that Sango must have heard it. He shook it off. She might not have. Might. "To this day on, I won't lay a hand on any other woman!"
Miroku got out of the hot spring. He had to know if she heard.
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Both Sango and Kagome both leaned closely to the other side of the rock, where they heard the two men speaking.
Sango gasped.
Did she hear what she though she heard?
Miroku jealous? In love? With HER?
"Kagome. Did he REALLY just say that, or was I hearing wrong?"
"He really said it." Kagome grinned at her, and felt a strong surge of being proud, witnessing Sango blush.
"Whoa," Sango thought aloud, "Did he say he would never touch another woman?"
Kagome briskly nodded, listening intently still.
"I hear foot steps."
"What?"
Suddenly, as if were on cue, Miroku appeared half naked in front of Sango. The girls could hardly gain composure to at least make it look like they weren't listening.
"Uhh…" was all Sango seemed to be able to say?
"Urr, ahh, ummm…did you hear me?" Miroku said, blushing extremely red. Lecher or not, he was still a teenage boy.
"Ahh…urr." She nodded.
It seemed like that movement was magic because, Miroku face was a flaming beet red.
He ran.
He ran fast as his legs would go, which were pretty fast.
He noticed Mirochi in the road. "Hey Mirochi! If Sango is following, delay her, could you?"
"Alrighty."
Mirochi stood there waiting, and soon enough, Sango came trotting along by herself, half dressed.
"I really don't know why they grope you, " Mirochi started as she passed by, "I can't see the interest in your ass. The geisha in our room right now has a much more attractive body."
Sango paused.
Despite his own comment, it seemed his eyes where eating every inch of her body. Abruptly breaking the silence, Mirochi grabbed her wrist, and planted his lips on hers firmly. Unlike Miro's kiss, which felt extremely tantalizing, Mirochi seemed…passionate. He didn't use his tongue, but the force of his lip, slightly sucking on her bottom lip.
Sango felt limp, yet again, she felt the kiss of a Miroku, but why not the real one? She didn't know what to do, but she knew she had to stop the kiss.
But like as if he read her mind, he stopped, removing his lips from hers by an inch. He spoke softly, grinning quite largely, "I think I know what Miro means. Your lips are lush and tender, and extremely soft. I bet the lightest of kisses from you would still drive any man up the wall. They have just the right amount of heat and wetness that made that kiss so sweet, I think I even would have melted if it were any longer."
She didn't know what to do or say, but suddenly felt very angry with him.
Sango swung her hand like she had done so many times before.
"I guess I know how Kagome feels," she thought. "They just don't understand how a girl feels, even if they look like they may understand, it's just a illusion…"
Mirochi grinned responding, "He went left, but I don't think I have ever seen him so embarrassed. Wait 'til morning to talk to him."
She nodded curtly, heading to her room, hoping not be further embarrassed.
A/N: Woo! Another complete! YAY!
Mia-san, in and out!