InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Seimei no Kakera: Shards of Life ❯ Karma ( Chapter 9 )

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Author's Note: After finding myself hooked on them, I've decided to start my own little ficlet corner (600 words or less in each installment) for my baby ideas that I don't have time to nurse into full blown plot lines. ^_~ They will have no rhyme or reason or order- some may be AU, others not. I just felt like this would be fun to try. ^_^

Please enjoy!

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"KARMA"

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It had been so difficult- so very, very difficult- but he had done it. He. . . he. . .

He had been a good boy.

Miroku couldn't help but shiver at the mere thought, his sweaty palms itching as he bit his bottom lip. Yes, he had, for a whole week, been an absolute angel- surprising everyone he knew. He hadn't made any passes at the village girls they'd met, he hadn't made a single sexual comment, and- most shocking of all- he'd kept his hands (and eyes!) completely to himself.

Yes, Miroku had been a very, very good boy- just to prove to the gods and his friends that he could be. And the gods, feeling abnormally generous, decided to reward this very, very good boy as he waited, a bit impatiently, on a tree stump; watching Inu-Yasha start dinner as the girls bathed in a nearby onsen. The monk held back a sigh as he rested his chin on his balled fist, feeling a bit dead. `Life sure is dull when you're not getting smacked every five minutes. . .' he couldn't help but think, casting a blank glance to his left-

Only to notice the growing noise and rustling pounds of the nearby brush, signaling that the girls cometh- and a strange, previously downwind youkai, too. Oh, not another! They had just taken down a slime demon- and both Inu-Yasha and Miroku had lost pieces of their clothing because of that stinker. The inu hanyou, his top and under kimono- the monk, his violet outer robes. All the same, they couldn't just ignore an attack. . .

And so, Inu-Yasha, with a warning snarl and a flash of his amber orbs, pulled out Tetsusaiga and raced into the forest; Miroku and Shippo close on his tail-

To find that Sango and Kagome had taken care of the problem themselves, looking calm and poised as they kicked away the remains of the clawed jaguar demon, their backs to the men as they grumbled about interrupted conversations. Inu-Yasha instantly dropped his large sword to his side, his face angry but his eyes relieved. Miroku, too, exhaled softly in relief to see that both of the women were fine. "You girls all ri- - - ?!" he began to ask in a gentle, worried tone- - -

As the two turned in surprise to see them- the fronts of their clothes ripped and torn to shreds. Tattered scraps of the cloth covering their stomachs and breasts fell off with each movement, leaving both in only the lacy bras that Kagome had brought back from her time, and the sleeves and backs of their blouses (which were in such bad shape that they didn't help cover much). Even their dresses seemed worse for wear- Kagome's usually short skirt an inch shorter and Sango's long, apron-like attire slit up to the hips in all directions. How the powerful miko and the unbeatable exterminator had found themselves in such rags was unknown, seeing as how it had been a fairly weak oni, but Miroku- his mouth dry and his eyes wide- found he had not one complaint.

Especially when it was realized that neither girl had any more spare clothes with them, and the men had none to present them with- thus giving them no choice but to walk in practically nothing to the next town, which was three nights away.

Karma, evidently, did exist.

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