Title: Payback's A Cat
Prompt Name/Prompt List/Ficlet #: Cat People – June - #8
Author: kagome313
Rating: PG-13
Genre: (Admin's Genre) Comedy
Universe: Non-Cannon
Word Count: 698
Summary: Kagome punishes Miroku, and Inuyasha gets his unexpected share.
Warnings: Language.
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Miroku sat studiously in front of me with his head tilted downward with a slight look of terror flashing in his orbs. "I'm sorry Kagome."
Turning my nose up, I hugged my cat closely, with a soft 'hmph' releasing from my throat, Buyo snarling in response. "You better be!" I declared, taking a closer step to him, where he inched back in response and terror, his eyes glued on Buyo.
"I swear, we were only helping; it's been so long," He mumbled, a lecherous grin touching his lips. "We figured if we hooked you guys up then something good could happen."
I blushed slightly. Man, how right could he be? Shaking my head to keep on track, I eyed the small red scratches decorating his once clean visage. "Is that so…?" She drawled.
"Yes!" He stressed, his hands flexing with agitation. "I had no idea you would have met him before the time planned," Looking up, he tried to tamper down a grin. "Nor did I ever expect you to dish it up so easily," Chuckling with a of his head, I saw the way he looked me over… as if he was pleased with my carefreeness… pleased at my display of such looseness.
I rolled my eye with annoyance because he was right… because I was acting out of character, and I did enjoy it… so fucking much. But that didn't mean I had to enjoy the route to it.
"Buyo," I sighed out my cat's name, loosening my grip as he fell to the floor silently.
"Wait Kags – wait!" Miroku whispered desperately, reeling back as the cat stalked towards him. "I… I said I was sorry!" I saw his horrified gaze clashed with Buyo's twinkling orbs. "Please…" Crawling backwards over the couch, Miroku kept a close eye on Buyo as he distanced himself from him.
"I accept your apology," I smiled sadistically at him, before looking down at Buyo who now looked at her expectantly. "Buyo is another thing," As my smile spread into a grin, I watched gleefully as Miroku rushed away from her, with Buyo wobbling to keep up behind him.
When I heard a strangled scream from Miroku, I couldn't help the soft giggle that erupted from me. It served him right for doing what he did. And the only reason I let Sango off was because I was also happy to meet Inuyasha. A stupid grin touched my lips as I thought back to Inuyasha and the many times we met up.
I sighed blissfully.
But someone's got to pay, and…
Breaking out of my train of thoughts when I heard the doorbell that conspicuously drowned out another on of Miroku's painful cry.
As if God himself was smiling down on me, I was greeting with the asshole I've been getting buck wild with for the past couple of weeks. My sense tingled expectantly, knowing what was usually about to be served.
"Ready to go?" He asked his infamous teasing grin.
Before I could answer, Miroku came in, throwing himself against the wall as he tried to pry Buyo off of his visage. "You shouldn't have come here dude," He screamed out like the pussy I know he was, just when Buyo snarled at him.
Inuyasha laughed in confusion. "Are you really getting owned by a pussy cat?"
"This is a fat fur ball demon from hell!" Miroku cried out loudly, reluctantly accepting a clawed-slap from Buyo.
I watched as Inuyasha shoulders shook with an upcoming storm of laughter as he walked closer to the defenseless Miroku and Buyo. "This fat thing can't possibly be that bad." As he ranged in even closer to Miroku and my cat, I folded my arms expectantly.
One thing I knew about my chubby cute Buyo, was that he hated being called fat.
Buyo paused with a clawed paw on Miroku's neck to peer at Inuyasha quizzically. When Inuyasha leaned closer to Buyo, laughter sparking his eyes, Buyo mewled angrily before jumping off of Miroku and latching itself onto Inuyasha, scratching him relentlessly as Inuyasha tumbled backward with a scream of horror.
"Thank God you're stupid Inuyasha!" Miroku breathed with relief, gingerly touching his brushed visage.