InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Mika- the Inu Ookami Hanyou ❯ Miroku's Dream, Mika's Nightmare ( Chapter 20 )
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Miroku's Dream and Mika's Nightmare
Mika followed Miroku's essence into a sparsely populated street in a rather large town. Based on the structures of the surrounding homes, Mika guessed that this was the town of a wealthy war-lord because the wooden huts had been made of better materials and the craftsmanship was extremely exquisite. Before she had left the cover of the timberline, she had adjusted her attire to a more appropriate dress. Her armor and leathers were covered with a light blue haori with a dark blue paisley like design and a dark blue skirt with her demon markings masked as if by makeup while her sword remained over her shoulder as an ever present reminder of the warrior beneath the clothing. Mika had tried to heal her wounds on her back through the same process, however they would not heal. She had been able to adjust the bandages to more modern in appearance, basically gaze and adhesive tape to cover just the back, then masked to her own skin tone.
While Mika took her precious time to mask the wounds, she thought, “Why can't I fix these like my cloths or weapons? Why will they just not disappear?”
As if on queue, a ghostly apparition replied, “For what happens to your dream body happens to your real body. Clothing and weapons are just figments of the imagination that are easily changed as in the real world. I'm sorry to have not forewarned you of this before, Mika.”
“Now I know, Opa. Better late than never at least,” she replied quietly.
Remembering her grandfathers words, Mika smiled at the remorse she felt in his words. “He truly forgot and that is okay with me. It just means that I'm going to feel like crap for the drive home, unless I sit in Challis for another day. Two days should be sufficient to leave these marks as mere scratches by then,” she commented to herself as she entered the town.
As she slowly wandered the town, Mika noticed the essence of Miroku growing stronger as she neared what appeared to be a Geisha house. Carefully she approached the facility, to confirm her suspicions. “Please, let him be anywhere else but here!” she thought as she carefully peered into the establishment. As her eyes fell on the hentai monk as he sipped sake and watched the dancing Geishas, Mika cursed a blue streak at the insensitivity of Miroku, even in his own dreams. “Well, at least I didn't enter a dream that would make `Hustler' look tame. I'm at least thankful for that. Now, what to do to get him out of here,” she thought. Mika slowly circled the building a couple of times before deciding to put more of her `dream magic' to the test.
Once she approached the building, near the musicians, Mika concentrated on the music being played. It slowly changed from an oriental style to a more exotic form of music. Quickly Mika entered the establishment, concentrating on her appearance before stepping out onto the dance floor currently vacated by the previous dancers. Once her body became in tune with the music, she swiveled and swayed her hips in an erotic fashion focusing her attention on the sole male occupant of the Geisha house, seemingly oblivious to the pain coursing through her back of the recent claw marks. Through pure determination, Mika masked the pain wracking her back with a façade of concentration.
Miroku sipped the sake the previous Geisha had served him as another danced before him. “I thought that this would clear my head of Sango. Yet, all that it does is making me want her more. What is a monk to do?” he thought as he noticed the slight change in music. He glanced to the figure on the dance floor before him and it took his breath away. Sitting a little straighter, Miroku noticed the exotic garb of the dancer, from the loose fitting hip hugger pants to the tight crop top of pinkish material. Across the dancer's taught stomach a crescent moon combined with sun were delicately drawn around her belly button, accentuating the very stomach that it covered. As Miroku's eyes sought the face of the exquisite dancer, he noticed a veil covered the lower half of her face but accentuated her brilliant blue eyes. As she twirled, Miroku noticed the curves of her hips; breasts and the long strawberry blond hair flow around her body as if by magic. The dancer moved closer to Miroku, shimming and shaking all her wares to entice a reaction from the hentai.
As the song came to a close, and Miroku had a hand on her veil, as the other moved to the curve of her hip, Mika said in a mere whisper for his ears alone, “I wasn't kidding about turning you into a eunuch, monk! I'm sure Sango would kill me, but to keep you honest I would in a heart beat.”
Miroku pulled his hand quickly away from the veil covering Mika's face as he replied, “In which case, you really shouldn't dance like that in front of men. It has an undesirable reaction that other, less honorable men would want to take out on you.” His other hand, as if possessed groped her backside before Mika spun on her heal, thrusting her arm into his chest, knocking him to the ground.
Mika turned back to Miroku, offering her hand to assist the monk to his feet. “Who did you say taught you to move like that? Did Sango teach you this while I was gone?”
Mika smiled as she replied, pulling the monk to his feet. “I've been taking self defense classes in my own time and I see know that they come in handy. As for the belly dancing moves, those were just natural moves I feel that I've always known about.” She smiled a bit as Miroku let a brief smile cross his face, a genuine smile, not that of a perverted mind, or was it just a ruse.
Mika removed her veil as she took Miroku's hand and escorted him from the Geisha house. “I appreciate your concern for my honor, Miroku. I know that if I had pulled the same stunt with Koga or Inuyasha, it would not have been pretty. I feel that being thrown over someone's should, similar to that of a bag of rice and a burlap sack would be in order if I had danced for them like that,” Mika commented. “Now if you would please follow me, I need to get you with the others before something worse happens.” She quickly led him from the town into the every popular tunnel of trees. As the trees began to thin out, a group of five men stepped in front of the duo.
The leader of the group moved toward Mika as a sly smile crossed his face, “Well, well, look at what we have here. I thought that you would be dead by now, wench! Considering the mark you left on me, I'm surprised that my gang didn't kill you out right!”
Mika backed away from the bandits as Miroku asked, “Do you know these men, Mika?” as he took a defensive position before Mika.
“These are the bandits that I killed the first night that I was in the feudal era,” Mika replied as she quickly thought of the comforting feel and weight of her armor, leathers and sword.
Before she was able to change, the bandits attacked. The leader and two others took on Miroku in a fast move, holding him down while the other two grabbed Mika's scantily clad arms, pinning them behind her. Mika quickly searched her mind for any maneuver to escape her predicament. As she thought about escaping, the leader quickly knocked out Miroku and approached Mika as a sly, venom filled smile crossed his face.
“I'll take what's mine this time, wench! You won't be able to get out of this.” He grabbed Mika and threw her roughly to the ground as he easily pinned her arms above her head as he straddled her chest. Placing his hands around her delicate throat he asked with a vile grin on his face, “Any last words, wench?”
Mika smiled as she replied, “I won't give you the satisfaction of screaming. I also know that history has a habit of repeating itself and I feel that you're about to die!” Unbeknownst to the group, Miroku had regained consciousness, thankful to all those wonderful slaps that his beloved Sango had brought upon his head.
He moved behind the group, taking out the farthest two bandits first with his staff before attacking the leader. Mika saw Miroku move before she was thrown to the ground. She knew that he would assist in dispatching the vile creatures; however she had a score to settle with the leader. In one fluid motion in conjunction with a swing to the leader's head by Miroku's staff, Mika was able to release once of her pinned arms and struck the leader in the chest, burning a gaping hole where her vitriol claws had come in contact with his flesh. A look of shock and horror crossed his face at the realization the Mika had spoken the truth about history repeating itself.
As the bandit died, Mika pushed his weight off her body and regained her footing and composure while leaning against a nearby tree. Once the remains of the bandits' were either unconscious, dead or fleeing for their lives, Miroku slowly approached Mika and placed a comforting hand upon her shoulder. “Is it just me, or do you attract bad karma?”
Mika smiled at the comment as she replied, “No, it's me. I just draw the wrong kind of company to my self. Now if only I could draw in a free steak dinner and a great looking guy, I'd be set.”
“Hey…What about me? I'm a great looking guy, if I do say so my self. What am I, a fugu dish?” Miroku asked with a hint of hurt in his voice.
Mika turned on him as she replied, “You're already taken, and I wouldn't want to anger Sango, anymore than I have to. I'm afraid that Hiraikotsu would hurt me more than it does you, if you get my drift. Now let's get going before anymore bad karma comes this way.” Mika quickly moved toward the very familiar mountain lake as she led Miroku toward her camp. While they traveled the distance, Mika concentrated on her appearance again before approaching the camp, changing back to her leathers and armor.
As they approached, Mika heard Sango shouting for Miroku and was ecstatic to see that the camp was still in one piece until she heard a curse, slap and crash into the rocky ground. Mika quickly looked back at the group, noticing the immobile form of Miroku lying on the ground near where Sango was sitting.
“What happened to him?” Mika asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to confirm her suspicions.
In her rage, Sango's body shook from pure anger as Kagome replied, “Miroku was doing what he usually did and he tried to apply his hand to Sango's behind, which resulted in him getting hit.”
“Even in someone else's dream he can't keep his hands to himself! Why can't he just behave like a normal man?” Sango cried as she continued to sort out what happened.
Mika replied, “You know that if he didn't do that at least once a day, Sango, you would think that he was either sick or that he didn't like you any more. Admit it; if it were your backside versus a stranger's backside, you would rather that he had his hands on you.”
Shocked at what Mika had said and the truth of the statement, Sango's face turned bright red as Mika glanced at her watch. “Damn it! I lost another hour just to get into that pervert's mind and now I'm almost running out of time,” Mika thought as she moved back toward the tunnel of trees. “I'll be back with another member of the group. Please try not to kill anyone while I'm gone,” she called back to Kagome and Sango as she left for the next group member.
As she approached the tree covered tunnel, she thought, “How am I supposed to get into other people's dreams that are not human?”
“The next group of dreams to enter will be the hanyou dreams. Their defenses are a little more guarded than human dreams so their defenses area little more pronounced. Feel for their presence as you did for your human friends. Be careful for the person you seek is very strong and on this night may not take kindly to your intrusion,” Inu no Taisho replied as he placed a ghostly hand on her shoulder.
Mika moved her hand to her shoulder and covered his as she asked, “Will he reject me?”
A smile slid across his face as he replied, “No, he's been an outsider for so long. He may be coming out of his shell, but then again, with you being his brother's daughter, I'm not sure. You'd best hurry, for the time is drawing to a fast end.”
Mika moved into the tree lined tunnel as she concentrated on the essence of the only other hanyou she knew about. She reached out with her senses until she caught his scent in the breeze. As she quickly moved toward the scent, Mika raced into the unknown, unaware of an unintended intrusion.