InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ No Comment ❯ Chapter 8

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Eight

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Last Time:

..."Now really, young lady, was that necessary?" Kagome stood and glowered at the middle aged woman.

"Yes. It was." Leaning down to Miroku, she placed a delicate, feathery kiss on his lips, turned on her heel, and opened the door.

"Miroku. Call me sometime."

And with that, she clicked her way down the hall to class, hips swaying, hair blowing back as if by some unseen wind.

Miroku just stared.

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Touching his lips lightly, Miroku wondered if he was merely dreaming. It was quite possible that Inuyasha's rather violent, unprovoked(well, okay. It was kind of his fault.) Attack on him may have addled his brain a bit. He certainly hoped that it hadn't spoiled his looks.

She'd kissed him...was he in heaven? Taking a swift glance around the room, Miroku gave a sardonic chuckle and shook his head as he saw his cousin being kissed, embraced, fondled, and all but molested by Jakotsu.

"What the hell is so funny, Miroku? You could've died!" Bankotsu's words cut through his thoughts like a knife, the loud, harsh sound of his voice making him wince slightly in pain. His head hurt, and he felt like he'd been hit a thousand times over with a Louisville slugger. Bringing his hands up to gently massage his aching temples, Miroku focused his gaze on his cousin, staring dumbly for a moment before speaking.

"This can't be heaven. You two are here!"

At this, Jakotsu stuck his tongue out at him from his place in Bankotsu's arms. "It could be heaven if you and I..."

"JAKOTSU!"

For once in his life, Miroku was thankful that his cousin had chosen precisely that moment to interrupt; his words overrode Jakotsu's, saving Miroku from any further undue mental trauma in the process. The nurse hurried to his side, leaning down to look at his pupils and inspect the bruises on his face. This gave him a direct, unwanted view of her overly-tanned, wrinkled cleavage...

"Ugh. Just shoot me."

"Now, now, young man. You're lucky to have recovered so quickly."

"Where is that fucking bastard?" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, or, at the very least, revise his language so as not to offend anyone. The nurse shot him a scathing glance, shaking her finger at him.

"Such language! Mr. Harrah is in the principal's office at the moment. He will be suspended for three weeks. Now...the final bell is about to ring. You can head home if you're alright to drive... if not, I'll take you..."

A slight seductive purr crept into her words, making him cringe.

"Bankotsu...can you drive? I know you're only sixteen, but..."

"Sure thing." He shuddered at the nurse's words as well. Taking Miroku by the arm, he hoisted him up, allowing him to lean slightly against his shoulder in case he lost his balance.

"Jakotsu. Take his other side, will ya?" The taller boy did as requested, all too eager to be close to his koiishi's charming cousin. Miroku groaned at the contact, muttering curses under his breath as they slowly but surely made their way down the hall.

"Creepy old hag...she's worse than me. That ought to be illegal."

His words, however, were lost in the clicking of three sets of teenage, masculine feet clomping down the polished linoleum hallway. Oh yeah. He was on cloud nine alright. Well, at least she'd kissed him...

End.