InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Introduction ❯ Bad Touch ( Chapter 2 )
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By: MonkandMiko 
She was almost asleep where she stood when she felt a very familiar groping of her backside.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.19.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 549 | Visits: 350 | Status: Completed
She was almost asleep where she stood when she felt a very familiar groping of her backside.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.19.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 549 | Visits: 350 | Status: Completed
Title: Bad Touch
Category: Drabble
Author: bBlack Dahlia
Rating: PG
Word Count: 402
Back in her normal life now that the well had sealed, Kagome went around like a robot on
autopilot. Breakfast, school, after school job, dinner, homework, bed. Everyday it was the same
thing, nothing ever changed.
She missed the other side more than she wanted to admit. She missed playing with Shippou when
they had down time, sleeping in the trees with Inuyasha, girl talk with Sango, and even the
strangeness that was Miroku. Through thick and thin they stuck together. They were a family,
albeit dysfunctional, but a family all the same.
As the days went by, Inuyasha became more and more concerned with the jewel, and Sango with
her brother, she became quite close to Miroku. Nothing she would be ashamed to tell her mother,
he became her pillar when things got too rough, her constant.
Now at home in modern Tokyo, she didn't have that constant, she felt like it all could spiral out
of control at any give time. Her friends still were all over her about dating Hojo, and she even
considered. He was so much like Akitoki it would almost be like having a little piece of the
feudal era with her in modern times. Ayumi was the only one that was on her side as far as
mourning her loss of Inuyasha. Then again, Ayumi was nothing more than a hopeless romantic.
Kagome was thankful to have a friend like her.
Like any other day, Kagome stood on the subway, in transit after another uneventful shift at the
sweet shop. She was almost asleep where she stood when she felt a very familiar groping of her backside.
"Roku..." she almost whined, turning around to face... someone who could have been the monk's
twin brother. Her eyes widened when she saw the violet eyes that were so much like Miroku's.
The man blushed at being caught. "I'm sorry miss, I just have..."
Kagome cut him off. "...this cursed hand; it runs in your family."
"Yes, such a tragic tale," the man dramatically sighed. "Passed down through my grandfather's."
"What's your name?" Kagome asked.
"Nobu, why?" he replied.
He never saw her tiny hand rear back in preparation to swing until he felt the slap. "Feisty."
"I'll show you feisty if you touch me again."
"Wanna go out Friday night? I'll keep my hands to myself?"
Though he was a stranger, Kagome only saw Miroku. "Sure, I'd like that."
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A/N: I know, not M/K in the most conventional sense, but then again M/K isn't something too
conventional either. Just ask all of those pissed off fangirls that went around flaming any pairing
that wasn't cannon.
Anyway, if this isn't approprite, just lemme know and I'll take it down ASAP :)
Category: Drabble
Author: bBlack Dahlia
Rating: PG
Word Count: 402
Back in her normal life now that the well had sealed, Kagome went around like a robot on
autopilot. Breakfast, school, after school job, dinner, homework, bed. Everyday it was the same
thing, nothing ever changed.
She missed the other side more than she wanted to admit. She missed playing with Shippou when
they had down time, sleeping in the trees with Inuyasha, girl talk with Sango, and even the
strangeness that was Miroku. Through thick and thin they stuck together. They were a family,
albeit dysfunctional, but a family all the same.
As the days went by, Inuyasha became more and more concerned with the jewel, and Sango with
her brother, she became quite close to Miroku. Nothing she would be ashamed to tell her mother,
he became her pillar when things got too rough, her constant.
Now at home in modern Tokyo, she didn't have that constant, she felt like it all could spiral out
of control at any give time. Her friends still were all over her about dating Hojo, and she even
considered. He was so much like Akitoki it would almost be like having a little piece of the
feudal era with her in modern times. Ayumi was the only one that was on her side as far as
mourning her loss of Inuyasha. Then again, Ayumi was nothing more than a hopeless romantic.
Kagome was thankful to have a friend like her.
Like any other day, Kagome stood on the subway, in transit after another uneventful shift at the
sweet shop. She was almost asleep where she stood when she felt a very familiar groping of her backside.
"Roku..." she almost whined, turning around to face... someone who could have been the monk's
twin brother. Her eyes widened when she saw the violet eyes that were so much like Miroku's.
The man blushed at being caught. "I'm sorry miss, I just have..."
Kagome cut him off. "...this cursed hand; it runs in your family."
"Yes, such a tragic tale," the man dramatically sighed. "Passed down through my grandfather's."
"What's your name?" Kagome asked.
"Nobu, why?" he replied.
He never saw her tiny hand rear back in preparation to swing until he felt the slap. "Feisty."
"I'll show you feisty if you touch me again."
"Wanna go out Friday night? I'll keep my hands to myself?"
Though he was a stranger, Kagome only saw Miroku. "Sure, I'd like that."
---------
A/N: I know, not M/K in the most conventional sense, but then again M/K isn't something too
conventional either. Just ask all of those pissed off fangirls that went around flaming any pairing
that wasn't cannon.
Anyway, if this isn't approprite, just lemme know and I'll take it down ASAP :)