InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Contest One ❯ Bad Dream ( Chapter 1 )

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Title: Bad Dream

Author: Crimson Demon

Disclaimer- Boy, if I could think up witty disclaimer, I'd put one on. But I can't. So you'll have to settle for the regular one, "I don't own Inuyasha, never have, never will."

Summary- After a fight with Kouga, Miroku gets knocked on the head, and has an interesting dream…

Rating- R? Maybe major PG-13… You decide.

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A charming grin spread across the monks features, and he took the younger girls hand, examining it thoroughly, his work-roughened fingertips tracing the lines, as he pretended to read her fortune. "Ah yes…Such lovely hands for a lovely maiden…I see great things in your future. Great riches, and prosperous living. A handsome husband, and many, many children…" His smile widened at the girls flush, and shy, almost incoherent mumbling. "Might you be persuaded, to perhaps-" He never did hear the foreboding footsteps of the enraged miko, as she approached him from behind.

Eyes burning furiously, Kagome approached him from behind, and slapped the back of his head, ignored his soft cry of protest, before continuing past. "You perverted hentai." She grumbled, nursing her stinging hand. "Leave the poor village girls alone, and…and... Ugh…Just stop…"

The shy girl murmured an apology, and then scurried off, disappearing in to the village that they were currently staying at. Sighing at the lost chance, Miroku gathered up his robes and staff, and then followed the miko. "Kagome-sama! Wait." The girl indeed waited, her arms crossed, a scowl on her normally cheery features. If he said one stupid thing, she was going to deck him. "Do you intend to do that every time I almost have a woman about to bear my child?"

Yes, that was the last straw. Kagome swung her hand out again, intending to hit him as hard as she could, but her hand was intercepted by his own, and he gently pushed it back down. "Yes, Miroku-sama, I do intend to…" She hissed between clenched teeth. "I intend to, because you don't have enough-" Kagome stopped, jerked her hand away, and frowned. "I can sense… two jewel shards…" Miroku shifted his stance, and his eyes searched the area.

"How far?"

"Not too far-oh…" She relaxed visibly, running a hand absently through her hair, and Miroku glanced incredulously over at her. Why was she so relaxed when a demon with two jewel shards was on it's way here, unless…

"Kagome!" An unwelcome familiar whirling cloud of dust, Dust ball, Miroku added snidely, crossing his arms, and slipping the placid and uncaring look on his face, that never failed to get everyone to not notice him. He wouldn't care about Kouga coming, and quite possibly taking Kagome away- wait! Away? What on earth was he thinking?! She belonged to Inuyasha- didn't she? Ugh. He didn't even want to think about this right now. Stupid wolf.

"How are you, Kagome?" Kouga wasted no time in grabbing her hand; turning it over, and brushing a light kiss over her palm. "Dog-breath been takin' care of you, right?"

Flustered as usual, Miroku watched with growing disgust as she opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it as he grinned charmingly. "A-ano, Kouga-kun…Inuyasha has been fine to me…" She finally managed to croak, before trying to pull her hand away gently. "How have you been?"

The wolf prince shrugged, and the monk couldn't help but notice how her gaze wandered over the wolf's tan body. "Could be better," Another shrug, and with growing irritation, Miroku noticed that he still hadn't let go of her hand. "Ginta and Hakkaku haven't gotten back from patrol, and-" That was the point where, with a sigh, Miroku brushed back a lock of dark hair from his face, and waited for the idiot to leave. "-Could come back with me."

Wait. Rewind.

"-Come back with me?" He couldn't possibly be talking about Kagome. No way, he wouldn't be that dumb, since she's already told the wolf that she's not interested. There, now, all Miroku and to do, was wait for Kagome to say that, and then the stupid wolf would be gone.

"Ko-kouga-kun… I can't just leave all my friends. I still have an obligation to the Shikon-No-Tama, to put it back together, and then to help defeat Naraku and-" Her protestations were cut off by his small grin, and then him sliding an arm around her slim waist, pulling her against his taller and harder body. "Kouga-kun, I…" His lips were suddenly pressed against hers, and her all her thoughts suddenly came to a stop- then suddenly started up again as she realized that it was Kouga pressed tightly against her, Kouga kissing her, Kouga's hands wandering her body. A startled gasp escaped her, and she jumped as she felt his tongue slip across her bottom lip. "Kouga…Kouga…Please…stop this…" Her hands pushed weakly at his broad chest, and he pulled back a bit, his sapphire eyes dark. "Kouga-kun- what are you…we…I can't just…."

The wolf laid his forehead against hers and he gave a crooked smile. "Why can't we, Kagome-chan?" Uncomfortably aware of the fact that he added a -chan to the end of her name, she renewed her efforts to get away. "Dog-breath hasn't made a move on you, aside from being annoying, and I don't think that human idiot is going to do much." Miroku's violet eyes narrowed dangerously at that, and he stepped forward deliberately.

"Kouga, I do believe that Kagome-sama is not…enjoying your attentions at this moment…" Keeping his tone jovial and cool, he kept his eyes on both of them. "That would mean that you should let her go…"

"Yes! Kouga-kun, please, I don't want…I mean…You have to see that…" Still at a loss for words, Kagome helplessly met the steadily darkening eyes of the monk. "What I mean…"

Gods Kagome, just come out and say it! Miroku resisted the urge to roll his eyes and kept walking forward. "Kouga."

"Keep out of this, monk, and I won't have to hurt you." A fanged grin proved his point, and Miroku had no doubts that the wolf wouldn't hesitate to attack. "She's my mate, and-"

"Kouga! Please- stop this!" Kagome yanked herself away, and Kouga's eyes widened. "I can't- I can't do this! Between you, Inuyasha, and god's above, Houjou-kun…. I might as well be a piece of meat that you're all fighting over! Just…" She let out a frustrated whimper, and whirled around. "Just leave me alone!" With those words, she ran off in to the woods, leaving the two men to stare, bewildered, after her.

"You stupid bastard, this is your fault!" Kouga snarled, turning on Miroku.

Oh hell… Holding his staff out, he kept a wary eye on the wolf. "I fail to see how this is… my fault. Kagome-sama has a good point. You and Inuyasha-" I don't have any idea who Houjou is… Maybe it's that boy from her era that Inuyasha always calls, 'Hobo or Jojo…' "- Are always fighting over her, as if she were a piece of meat."

These words, however true sent Kouga over the edge, and in a dash of pure anger, he swung his fist out, not giving the monk time to block, and catching him right in the cheek, knocking his head back, and sending him flying in to a tree, head cracking smartly, where he slumped boneless to the ground. Anger boiling in his eyes, Kouga debated on whether to go after Kagome or not, and then decided not to. He'd 'woo' her later, when she wasn't as likely to be mad at him for hitting one of her companions.

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"Miroku-sama…" many low voices whispering woke him from his stupor, and he opened his eyes slowly. What the-?

At least thirty odd lovely women stood around him, (as he seemed to be in a lavishly decorated room, in a wonderfully comfortable bed) each wearing a skimpy, bright, and almost see-through outfit. Blink. Pinch. Is this a dream? Miroku stared at the women, and he couldn't contain his jump of surprise when two of them took his hands, and began to massage them gently, all the while batting their eyes, and smiling invitingly. His kazaana was still there, he noticed, so that meant it might not be a dream at all…. He could certainly feel and hear fine.

"Miroku-sama…Would you like some grapes?" A busty young woman hand fed him grapes, as his eyes wandered around the room.

Have I died? Did…did Kouga hit me that hard, where I died? A chilling thought, but if he were dead, would he still have the Kazaana? What in the seven hells…?

"Miroku-kun…" A painfully familiar voice spoke from the back and the women parted to let Kagome through. His eyes widened, and he could feel his throat catch at what she was wearing. It was a simple pink slip, complete with soft, small white slippers, light pink lip rogue, and eye shadow that brought out the almost gold in her deep brown eyes. "You're awake, Miroku-sama."

With almost cat-like grace, the young miko climbed up on to the bed, and straddled his waist. Dream. This has got to be a dream. I'm not dead, and Kagome-sama would never…I mean…Kami…Hands moving up to rest on the pillow, on either side of his head, and without further delay, her lips were suddenly on his.

Soft…she is so soft…Hands sliding up and over her shoulders, he allowed them to press gently down on the middle of her back, pulling her closer, and kissing her back. Never in his wildest dreams (and oh, how many he had had,) did he ever think that she would taste so good, feel so good pressed against up him. A soft whisper escaped her, and he barely caught what she was saying. "Miroku-sama…"

"Umm, yes?" His lips fastened on her collarbone, as the skimpy outfit that she was wearing showed so much skin. Not that he was complaining. The girl shifted above him, and he moved his lips back to hers.

"Miroku-sama…" Again she spoke. "Miroku-sama…!" The other women suddenly left, gone as if they were never there, and then all of the furniture disappeared too. With a final soft gasp as he tangled his fingers in her dark hair, Kagome vanished. Gone with out a trace, leaving him to sit up abruptly and unfortunately-

-"Miroku-sama!" A distant shout woke him up, along with the sensation of something wet on his face. Woeful brown eyes stared down at him, and Miroku yelped again. The dog cocked his head, big tongue rolling out as he licked the monk's face once more.

"GAH!" Scrambling away, he tripped in his robes, and sprawled on the hard, unforgiving dirt of the forest. "Get… get away damn you!" Waving a hand around wildly, he tried with his other to wipe his face of the slime that covered it.

"M-Miroku-sama?" A hesitant voice spoke as footsteps got closer. Stilling his wildly waving hand, he peered up, one hand in the process of wiping the saliva off of his cheek. "Ano…Miroku-sama, are you…well?"

"Gods…" Gently Kagome helped him to right himself and then her wide eyes took him in. His hair was mussed from his frantic scrubbing, and parts were damp. Loose strands flew about his face, the ponytail that he normally had in, gone. His robes were rumpled and dirty from falling in the dirt. And as she noticed the side of his face, she gasped. A large bruise covered his cheek.

"Miroku-sama, what on earth happened?" Gently her fingertips slid over the bruise, and then she pulled back. "What's wrong, Miroku-sama, you look like you were attacked, and as if you have seen a ghost."

A soft, "woof" from behind them had him stiffening, and seemingly shrinking behind her. Confused at what could be behind her, she turned and grinned when she saw the dog standing there, tail wagging, tongue lolling out. "Awww, c'mere sweetie!" Kagome pulled away from the monk, in favor of the large stray dog that had appeared from out of a bush. "Miroku-sama, look at the dog!"

"Ack!" Heart pounding, he crossed his arms, and drew back. "It's a menace! Get it away!"

Menace? How could this doggy be a m-Putting two and two together, she looked from the large dog, back to the man who was gasping for a breath-

And promptly burst in to hysteric laughter. She tried to hold it in; she really did, but…

Rolling on the ground in her mirth, she ignored the dog running away in fright, and instead focused on the obvious. "Oh gods…I…I'm sorry…Miroku-s-s-samaaa…" She panted out, tears running down her cheeks. "You got kissed…by a dog…. And…and…" She squealed in laughter, holding her stomach.

"O-Oi! Shut up, Kagome-sama, someone's going to hear you!" Trying to shush her proved to be impossible, and he sank against the ground in defeat. "I'm doomed…" Holding up the kazaana up to eye level, he spoke dryly, "You're my only hope…"

"You-you-you…!" She sat up, still holding her stomach, and moaned, "Ooh-it hurts…but it's so…so funny!"

"Can you try and calm yourself for a moment, Kagome-sama?" Obviously not finding the whole predicament as enormously amusing as the miko did, he crossed his arms, pouting.

"S-sorry- but you should've seen your face!" Bursting in to new peals of laughter, she wiped tears from her eyes. "Hee…"

"I don't like you, Kagome-sama." Sounding like a petulant child didn't seem to get him anywhere, he noted with slight annoyance. "I really, really don't like you."

"That's okay!" Blowing her bangs out of her face, she got on to her knees, and regained her composure, her breath shaky. "S-so, what happened? Why were you passed out in the middle of the woods?" her hands traveled to the bruise on his cheek again. "And who- or what, hit you so hard? Was it a demon?"

"Hai…" Well, she was right, slightly. It was a demon, just not a stray one that happened across him as she left.

"Ooh…I'm sorry, I should've never left… Kouga-kun must've helped you, ne?" Brightening at the prospect of the wolf prince helping Miroku, she barreled on. "That was so kind of him- I've got to remember to thank him when he-"

"Kagome-sama…" Ugh…Forget it… Let her think that Kouga-kun saved me, and… His ego steadily deflated as he watched the girl, and he finally came to a decision. Reaching over, he wrapped a hand around her waist, and then the other tangled in her hair, as his lips descended on hers.

Wait- Miroku was…Kissing her? Kissing her, Kagome Higurashi, on the lips? Where she had never been kissed before? This was new, unexpected but most certainly not unwanted. But wait, wasn't she suppose to be…huh…never mind… his lips were so soft, and she was having a hard time recollecting what exactly had prompted this reaction from the monk. And quite frankly, she didn't care. But wait, he was the perverted monk! The one known for womanizing and groping, and all sorts of bad, bad things!

Panting for a breath, she pulled back somewhat regretfully, and swallowed. "Um…" Unsure what to say, she shook her head and blinked a few times. "You kissed me…!"

"Mmhmm…?" he murmured, lifting a hand up and stroking his fingertips over her bottom lip. "I did, didn't I…. Amazing…I thought it was quite nice, didn't you?"

"No." She was pouting now, and he grinned widely, pulling her close against him, so that she was kneeling in between his parted legs. "Hey- what're-"

"You know, Kagome-sama, most women feel loved when I kiss them…" He smirked when she crossed her arms, and huffed irritably. "Perhaps I need to show you why…"

"I think t-that I'll- ump…" His lips were on hers again, but with none of the previous light brushing of his lips against hers. He deepened it after a moment, one hand cradling the back of her head, as he felt her hands curl up in his robes. She was beginning to kiss him back, her entire body leaning in to his, as she whispered his name softly. The need for air made him draw back, and give a crooked smile.

"Better?"

"I feel loved…" She mumbled, sinking in to his arms. "Violated, but loved." She lay her head on his chest, and sighed. "Don't let it get to your head."

"I wouldn't think of it, my dear Kagome-sama."

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