InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bed Ridden ❯ God's Gift to Women ( Chapter 10 )

General Info: Round Robin #1 for the Monk_and_Miko Yahoo! Group

Title: Bed Ridden

Summary: He's lived through a cursed hand, demons, and a hanyou with an attitude-but can our sixteenth century Houshi live through the stimulations of the twentieth century? [MK]

Rating: PG-13

Chapter Author: Crimson Demon

Chapter Summary: In which Souta begs to go to Undead Super Ninja Vampires: The Movie, and Risa sees many things.

Disclaimer: -don't own. Not even in my wildest dreams.

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Chapter 10: God's Gift to Women

Souta tore around the corner of the house, grabbing the edge of a wall to swing his weight over, and leap up and over a shovel that lay in his path. "Mom? Mom! Mommomomomomom!" Eyes searching frantically for his mother, he found her. Stopping just barely before hitting her, he backed up a bit, and stared up at her, making his eyes as large and liquid as was humanly possible. "Mom, you know that I love you right?" Uh-oh, nothing ever good came of that sugary-sweet voice. A sigh escaped the older woman. "Yes, Souta, I know that you love me…" She continued to weed the garden, resisting the urge to ask, "What do you want?"

"And you know that you're like, my favorite mom ever, right?" He was bouncing. Absolutely bouncing on the balls of his feet, she noted with faint amusement. What ever he wanted to ask for, it must be big. "I should hope so, Souta…but aren't I your only mother?" She shot him a smile, and continued to work, pulling up stray weeds that were here and there.

"Yeah…But…." He hugged her quickly around the shoulders, and then pulled back. "Can you take me to go and see "Undead Super Ninja Vampires?," I promise, I won't ever ask you for anything ever, ever again! I mean- like…food and stuff, but I won't ask for…" He thought for a moment, and then gave up. "Can I go? Pleeease?"

Reaching up, and brushing back a stray strand of hair that was out of place, she turned to face the overly hyper boy. "And what do I get out of this?" She asked teasingly. He again thought for a moment, then bent forward, pecking her on the cheek. "Nice try kid…" Standing up with a soft sound, she stretched out her muscles, and then bent back over to pick up the garden utensils. "Why don't we go and ask your sister if she will take you, all right? I'm sure that Miroku wouldn't mind going to see more about our time." Eyes even wider then before, the young boy spun on his heel, and darted back toward the house at light speed, barging though the door, shouting at the top of his little lungs for Kagome.

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His lips were against her neck, trailing warm kisses up and down her shoulders, nipping the warm skin occasionally. Gods… When he lifted her up slightly, she didn't even think twice of wrapping her legs high around his waist, leaning in to him and savoring the warmth that he offered. "Miroku…" Gently, he slid them down to the floor of the bathroom, until his back was comfortably resting against the wall. A perfectly wicked smile graced his lips as he cradled her against him, his hand slowly slipping down, past her back, (and he knew it was wrong, but did he care?) and on to her bottom. "Three…three seconds…Miroku…" She whispered, drawing back slightly, before gasping slightly as his hands did move away from her rear, instead going to tangle in her hair, and crush her mouth back to his.

Shifting against him, her knees fell on either side of his waist, and she was careful not to rest any part of herself on his wounds. What would happen if Inuyasha were to come in…just appear…and…She shifted again, restless, as a soft moan of pleasure escaped her. No- no way. No thinking of Inuyasha. But still…I mean…

Barely noticing when the monk pulled away, eyes dark with that unexplainable emotion, she stroked her hands down his shoulders. "Kagome…" Nuzzling the crook of her neck, he slid his hands down to cup her bottom again, heedless of the consequences. "Kagome, are you all right?" The words seemed to jerk her out of her self-induced trance, and she involuntarily jumped.

"Um…yes, I'm fine…" Confused beyond belief; she tilted her head back and pressed her lips back against his. "I'm fine. Really. More please." Shoving thoughts of Inuyasha out of her head for the moment, she focused on the feel of his lips against hers, and the warm press of his body.

She was distracted- no doubt about that…and there was only one thing that he could think of that would preoccupy her so. Inuyasha. Damn him…

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Halfway up the long stairs, Souta debated on going to see who was at the door, or go and see if his sister would take him to go and see the movie. Unfortunately for him, the door won out, as the person knocked again. Groaning in annoyance, he tramped back down the stairs, and jerked back the door. A pretty young woman stood there, dark almond eyes kind. "Hi." She looked familiar, he noticed as he pulled the door open farther. "Who're you?"

"Hi there sweetie! I'm Arishi Yoko…Do you remember me? I was one of the main nurses for your poor sick cousin…How is he doing?" Souta's eyes swept over the woman, and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Sweetie? Yep…That was it- no one called him sweetie unless it was his mother. She had just lost serious brownie points with that first sentence. He tilted his head up to meet her eyes, and crossed his arms.

"Yeah. What do you -mmph!" Risa's hand clapped over his mouth, and he was stopped from further interrogation of the woman. "Buth, buth mumm…! Sheth thust thoed up!" His muffled protests did not sway his mom to let him go from her death grip, as she turned around, and still held him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Yoko-sama, please, come on in, and take a seat, I'll go and get our dear cousin." She pushed her son over, and up the stairs. "Go on, up the stairs, to your room. I'll talk to you later." Shaking her head in exasperation, the woman headed farther up the stairs, noticing that the door was open, and the light was off in Kagome's room. But the bathroom door was closed, and puzzled, she walked toward the door, and lay a hand on the doorknob. What was that sound…? It sounded like…

-Oh no…

Pulling open the door with great hesitation, Risa swallowed hard. Sure enough, there was Miroku, with her only daughter draped over him, kissing him rather feverishly. His hands were most certainly not where they were suppose to be, and he was murmuring Kagome's name softly. Briefly covering her eyes, she silently chanted, `What I don't see, won't hurt me,' until she actually believed it. She then coughed loudly, noting how they froze in what she assumed was astonishment, and surprise. For a moment, Kagome remained motionless, and then her head tilted up, meeting her mother's wide eyes. "M- Mom…!"

Miroku's head was up next, and his normally tan complexion paled considerably with apprehension. "Higurashi-sama."

"Yes…. Well…" Risa shook her head. "There a woman downstairs to see you, Miroku…I believe it is the nurse from the hospital…" She shrugged and then turned around. "Kagome, darling, I'd like to talk to you, once you get a chance." And with that last sentence, she left. "Oh god…" Eyes still wide, Kagome whimpered softly. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my, I'm going to die!" Jerking herself away from the monk, she paused. Wait- monk!? Just what kind of a monk is he? She had asked herself the question many times before, but now… "Just wait for a minute! What kind of a monk are you? Isn't against…your beliefs for you…um…" Blushing furiously, she fidgeted. "Never mind, I don't want to know."

"My dead Kagome…" He drawled, stiffly standing up, and resting a hand on the counter top. "What kind of question is that?" Grinning wickedly, he bent down, and kissed her again, fleetingly, before running his cursed hand through her bangs and then turning around, heading slowly out the door. "Come on, Kagome, let us go and see who is down these stairs, awaiting me…" Stunned at his nonchalance, Kagome could only stand there for a moment, before she gave a very Inuyasha like growl, and stomped her foot in irritation. How could he just…just get up and walk away? Was she the only one affected by…No- that couldn't be it…? Stupid men.

"And stupid monk!" She hissed, before sighing, and hurriedly searching for a brush and running it through her slightly tangled hair. "Stupid…unbelievable…" Who was he to just kiss her like that, and then get up, acting as if…if… "Stupid…stupid…stupid…" The nerve of him!

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"Ah! Miroku-sama, how are you doing?" Yoko stood up quickly, beaming invitingly at the monk who rigidly made his way down the last of the stairs; silently cursing in his mind. But the internal complaining was cut off as the woman brushed her hands through her shoulder length brown curls. Ooh! It was her! The `nurse' from that `hospital,' the one who had so kindly offered to give him a sponge bath…How could he have forgotten? He fixed the charming smile on his lips, conveniently forgetting about Kagome for a moment.

"Yoko-sama, how lovely to see you…' This wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but it would work. If Kagome could be… Preoccupied with Inuyasha, who wasn't even near there, then he should certainly be allowed to continue his exploration of women. Childish? Yes, most likely. Worth it? That he was about to find out. "You look even more radiant then the last time that I saw you…" A blush crossed her face, and she smiled none-too-shyly. "What brings you here?"

"Well, nothing much…" She switched her gaze from him to the stairs for a moment, and then her smile returned in full force. "I wanted to know how you were adjusting to everything…You seemed so ill, even when you left…I couldn't help but feel slightly responsible- what with…." That was the point when Miroku unintentionally tuned out, as his thoughts turned to the miko who was still up the stairs, or so he assumed. Damn it…Irked, he ran his fingers through his bangs, an annoying habit he seemed to have gained ever since he had gotten to Kagome's time. Even when I am trying to think of this woman, Kagome still…occupies my thoughts…Gods have mercy…

Finally he was aware of the fact that Yoko was still talking rather fast, and he realized that she had asked him something. "Ah…yes, sure…"

"Really?!" Yoko launched herself at him, careful not to aggravate his wounds further. "Great! How about Friday at seven?"

Nearby, from her spot in the hall, Kagome watched as the scene unfolded, dread growing in her heart. He agreed to go on a date with her?! Sinking down on to her bottom, she shut her eyes tightly. She wasn't even aware of when Yoko left, leaving a befuddled monk behind. A date? Friday at seven? Oh gods, what have I gotten myself into? And what about Kagome? I… Oddly enough, the house was silent, Souta being up in his room, Grandpa of somewhere, and Risa ironing. But where was Kagome? A soft, ominous sob answered his question, and he turned to the noise. "Kagome, Kagome did you…hear…?"

"Yeah…" His eyebrows flew up as Kagome pushed herself out of her crouch, eyes burning with anger as she came close, and almost chest to chest. "You arrogant jerk…You are absolutely incorrigible….Gah! I have guys like you at school…!" She poked him in the chest. "You think that you are all that… the best thing ever!"

Wait, guys like me? At school? Oddly enough, the thought didn't bode well with him. If there were boys like him, then…

"I swear…You must think that you are god's gift to women, and…and!" Kagome trailed off, and then brushed an angry tear off of her reddened cheeks. "Never mind…. Have fun Friday, I'm going to go and talk to mom… And whatever happens, it's you fault." A heartbroken look and she turned on her heel and left.

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Next Author: Juju

Due Date: May 4, 2004

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