InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Contest Two ❯ It's All Just a Dream ( Chapter 1 )

Story Title: It's All Just A Dream

Author: Crash

Disclaimer: I hold no rights to Inuyasha in any way.

Story Summary: Miroku's worst nightmare.

Rating: PG13 (could pass for PG)

A/N: This has to be the shortest fic I have ever wrote in my life.
But I like the way it turned out.

It's All Just A Dream

Kagome sighed as she sat up, unable to sleep in the unbearable heat
of the summer night. She looked up at the tree branch above her
where Inuyasha had been when she had fallen asleep. She noticed the
missing presence of Shippo next to her, and looked over to where
Sango and Miroku slept with Kirara between them, and saw Sango and
Kirara missing as well. With everyone else unexplainably gone, that
only left Kagome and the still slumbering monk in the clearing where
they had made camp the previous evening.

~*~

It was dark as Miroku looked around, not recognizing his
surroundings. He had fallen asleep in a clearing with his travelling
companions, but now they were no where to be found. He did see the
place where they'd had a fire going when he had fallen asleep, but
that was the only thing that said he was still in the same clearing.
He stood up with the intent of going in search of his companions but
his feet got tangled in something after just a few steps and he fell
flat on his face.

Miroku rolled over and sat up, ready to throw the offending material
away from his person when he noticed what it was. Wrapped around his
ankles was the dark blue, silky material of Kagome's sleeping bag.
Only, it wasn't completely blue anymore. Now, there were splashes of
crimson covering the silky material. Panic raced through his body as
the implications ran through his mind. `What had happened that would
cause blood to be on Kagome's sleeping bag?' His mind didn't even
flinch when he didn't use the usual honorific with her name. He
hadn't for a long time, if only in his mind.

Miroku went over the possibilities and none of them presented a
pleasant scenario for him. He couldn't come up with anything that
didn't involve bodily harm being done to Kagome. `Or the others,' he
reminded himself. He was supposed to be worried for the others'
safety as well.

"Kukukukukukukukuku."

The evil laugh surround Miroku, making him freeze. That laugh could
only belong to one being.

"Naraku."

As soon as the cursed name passed his lips, the dark hanyou revealed
himself, moving out of the shadows of the forest into the clearing
where the monk stood.

"Poor little monk. Left all alone. I bet you're wondering where
your friends are," Naraku's smooth voice said, coming from everywhere
and nowhere at the same time.

"What did you do with my friends?" Miroku demanded, anger glowing in
his eyes.

"Me? Oh, I didn't do anything to any of them. Except for Kagome.
Her I have a personal interest in. But, knowing you, you won't
believe what I saw, so I'll just show you," Naraku said, a maniacal
glee coming through in his voice.

A portal opened up before Miroku's eyes, and he found he couldn't
move. He couldn't even turn his head or blink. He watched as the
portal first showed Inuyasha. An impressive growl escaped his lips
as he saw the hanyou with Kikyo, willingly letting the undead
priestess drag him to hell with her. The last thing he saw of the
hanyou was him kissing Kikyo passionately.

Next, Miroku was shown Sango. Locked in battle with her younger
brother. Both of them had very severe wounds, and it wouldn't be
long before both collapsed with exhausted, and Miroku knew that
neither of them would ever stand back up again.

Lastly, Miroku was greeted with the sight of Kagome. Stripped
completely naked and tied to an odd looking bed with posts at the
four corners. And there were rivers of blood running along her body,
some pooling in places. Miroku could tell she had been beaten, and
badly. There were bruises everywhere on her body. Not that the
blood wasn't a dead give away.

He wanted to look away. Close his eyes. Anything so he wouldn't
have to stare at the terrible image of Kagome completely
defenseless. He wanted to scream in agony. He would have even
preferred being sucked in by his kazaana if he could just get the
horrible image out of his head. He knew it couldn't be true. Kagome
would rather die than let anyone do anything like that to her. She
was too strong for someone to do something like that to her.

"She is rather good," Naraku's voice taunted. "You should feel the
way she wiggles underneath you. So delicious."

"You bastard," Miroku screamed as he ripped the rosary beads from his
cursed hand and let the kazaana loose on Naraku. But at the last
second, the form changed from a smirking Naraku into a terrified
Kagome. He couldn't get the beads back around his cursed hand fast
enough and watched horrified as Kagome was sucked into his hand.

~*~

Kagome sat with Miroku's head in her lap as she tried to calm him.
Not long after she had awoken to find the camp empty, with the
exception of her and the monk, he had started tossing and turning
restlessly in his sleep. He now had sweat beading on his forehead
and his head was moving from side to side as he moaned out in what
sounded to Kagome like misery.

`He's probably dreaming of having bad sex with an old lady or
something,' Kagome mused to herself, trying to keep the worry she
knew would come if she let it away. She looked out into the forest,
hoping that the rest of her friends were alright.

"No."

Kagome was startled to hear Miroku's voice, and looked back down to
see him still asleep.

"No."

He said it again. This time more forcefully. And with a growing
panic.

"N~~O!"

Miroku abruptly sat up, screaming for all he was worth, panic and
pain evident on his features.

"Miroku?" Kagome tentatively ventured, not noticing her lack of use
of the usual honorific. She was taken aback by the look on Miroku's
face as he turned to face her. Before she knew what to do or say,
Miroku had his arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried in her
shoulder as he cried.

Kagome looked surprised at first, but soon wrapped her arms around
his shoulders, her hands rubbing up and down his back. "Hush,
Miroku. It's alright. It was all just a dream. Just a bad dream,"
she comforted, not knowing how much her presence was really consoling
him at the time.

Without thinking, Miroku pulled back enough to look at Kagome a
minute before he leaned forward once more and claimed her lips in a
heated kiss, tears still running down his cheeks. He nibbled on her
lower lip, as if asking for entrance into her mouth, and took the
opportunity when she gasped to slip his tongue inside her mouth. He
teased her tongue for a few minutes, until they were both in need of
air, so he pulled away from her lips, and hid his face in her
shoulder again, the tears still coming.

Kagome was shocked. Not only did Miroku kiss her like she had never
been kissed before, but then he just rested his head back on her
shoulder like he hadn't done anything. His hands weren't wandering
from where they were holding her tightly too him. And she should
have smacked him for stealing her first kiss, but with him hugging
her like a lifeline while he was crying, she just couldn't.

Wanting to soothe whatever was wrong with the monk, and she knew it
hadn't been a bad sex dream, Kagome rubbed her hand over his back,
her other hand running through his hair, which had come loose from
it's little dragons tail. Just sitting there, with him clinging to
her gave Kagome time to think.

Inuyasha had been acting even weird than usual, and Miroku had been
paying her more attention than before, yet he was leaving her butt
alone. She knew she had feelings for the monk, but she wasn't sure
how deep they ran. She didn't want to be hurt again. But Miroku
wouldn't treat her the same way Inuyasha did; she knew that. But
beyond that, she didn't know much else.

After he had calmed down, Kagome had almost expected Miroku to
apologize for his actions, but he merely laid back down and put his
head in Kagome's lap.

"It's all just a dream," he murmured before he fell back to sleep.

Kagome just smiled at him as he slept peacefully, and maneuvered both
their bodies so that she could lay down and get some more sleep
herself.

~*~

"You need to keep your hands to yourself and your dick in your
pants," Sango hissed at Inuyasha as she dressed for the third time
that night.

"Keh. If you would just admit you like it, I wouldn't have to keep
proving my point," Inuyasha growled back.

"I swear, you're worse than that so-called-monk," Sango hissed,
poking Inuyasha in the chest.

"See, you can't keep your hands off me," Inuyasha said with a cocky
smirk.

~*~

"That was really refreshing, wasn't it Kirara," Shippo said as they
walked back to the camp. "It was too hot to sleep, and that soak in
the river was just what I needed to get back to sleep."

Kirara nodded, moving a bit faster, wanting to get back to her
mistress to make sure nothing had happened to her.

~*~

The two pairs of travelers reached the clearing at the same time, and
were met with the same sight. Miroku curled up against Kagome's
side, his arms wrapped around her waist and her arm around his
shoulders as she willingly let the monk use her chest as a pillow.

The group stared at the odd sight for a few minutes, but then
shrugged and moved about to their original sleeping spots and went
back to sleep for the night.

The End