InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shigeru ❯ Nightmare Begins ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kaguras Man 
You know pain is just another form of love......
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Horror | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.02.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 880 | Visits: 209 | Status: Completed
You know pain is just another form of love......
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Horror | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.02.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 880 | Visits: 209 | Status: Completed
Miroku was practically salivating at the mouth as Kagura performed her sensual dance. His half-lidded eyes drunk in every curve and bit of pristine flesh that was revealed to him as she slowly removed her garments, using one opened fan to hide the delicious globes that were her breasts while using a second fan to keep her even more intimate area hidden from sight.
"Come now, Miss Kagura!" The monk slurred excitedly. "No need to be so bashful! Why don't you remove those fans so that I may take in your full beauty. He was only partially aware of the other women kneeling at his side.....fine....he didn't give two shits what they were doing. All he knew was that the very nude Kagura had just straddled his waist, deliberately grinding her bare womanhood agianst his clothes masculinity. "M-My...my....Kagura....you certainly know what your....mmm....doing." He grinned. "And do I detect some moisture on your part? Such a heavenly scent....I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look."
Kagome giggled shyly at the remark.
Sango grinned as she began shuffling out of her clothes.
Kikyo arched a brow and smirked.
"My have you a naughty tongue," Kagura murmured huskily. She arched back, letting out a succulent moan before leaning down to face Miroku.
A flash of white.
A rustling of a cloak of fur.
"Perhaps I should cut it out!" A Kagura turned Naraku threatened with a sneer.
"NARAKU!!!" Miroku gasped, finding himself trapped in the surrounding ladies powerful clutches.
The lithe beauty on top him had been replaced with the hideous white baboon pelt that haunted his nightmares. The empty eye sockets of the baboon face glared down at him. "Foolish monk. Falling prey to the same weakness of your father and his father before him. Just can't say no to the ladies, eh? Heheheheh."
"R-Release me!" Miroku struggled valiantly to no avail. He put on his fiercest look....despite the fact he was close to trembling in pure terror. He had never been this up close with the wicked half-demon.
"Teehee! Miroku, we always told you that all your flirting would come back to haunt you!" Kagome chimed as her flesh wrinkled and her lovely raven hair wilted gray. Her eyeballs sunk completely into the back of her skull as her mouth hung gaped open. She stared at the monk with empty pits, smiling with black and yellow rotten teeth.
The grinning Sango's mouth twitched once before her lower jaw completely unhinged itself, hanging loosely as her teeth became long and sharp. Her lips peeled back with a sickening slurp as her mouth shifted into an elongated maw. The top of her head cracked open, giving way to two ivory horns as her eyes became two tiny beads of red. "Now your about to get what you deserve womanizer!!!"
The very skin on Kikyo's body melted away, leaving only muscles, organs, and bones that shifted into a more fiendish form with talons and fangs. "WE SSSSHALL ENJOY FEASSSTING ON YOUR INNARDSSSS!!!" The Kikyo-thing rasped, tightening its grip on Miroku's side and slicing into the man's more fragile flesh with those talons made from bones.
Miroku was certain that Naraku was smiling under that baboon pelt. "Feast on his innards? Why that sounds like a splendid idea, Lady Kikyo!" A large clawed hand emerged from the pelt, poised menacingly over Miroku. "Allow me the pleasure of carving!"
Miroku screamed as the claw cam down, its razor-like nails shredding his chest and stomach, and freeing his blood in a fine crimson mist.
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In the real world Miroku barely let out an audible moan of discomfort. To the naked eye it seemed as though he were merely suffering from a bad dream.
Unless you took notice of his robes slowly becoming stained red.
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Kirara's ears twitched and she immediately sat up at attention. She wasn't alone.
Inuyasha's eyes narrowed as he listened intently. Unfortunately he hadn't caught wind of his friend Miroku's plight, no he had heard something else. "What the hell was that?" He rose from his seat, hand reflexively on the hilt of his sword. "Be ready, Kirara!" he hissed, relying on is keen senses to warn him of danger. He remained absolutely motionless for seconds until his superior hearing picked up the sound of rustling leaves. "Feh, maybe Shigeru decided he wanted to go another round." There! In the bushes! A brief glimpse of something but he could have sworn he saw a faint trace of white.
Then a child's giggle.
Inuyasha.....being the brave and foolhardy hero we know, didn't even consider waking his friends. He could handle this pest on his own! He took off into the forest with Kirara hot on his heels.
TBC
"Come now, Miss Kagura!" The monk slurred excitedly. "No need to be so bashful! Why don't you remove those fans so that I may take in your full beauty. He was only partially aware of the other women kneeling at his side.....fine....he didn't give two shits what they were doing. All he knew was that the very nude Kagura had just straddled his waist, deliberately grinding her bare womanhood agianst his clothes masculinity. "M-My...my....Kagura....you certainly know what your....mmm....doing." He grinned. "And do I detect some moisture on your part? Such a heavenly scent....I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look."
Kagome giggled shyly at the remark.
Sango grinned as she began shuffling out of her clothes.
Kikyo arched a brow and smirked.
"My have you a naughty tongue," Kagura murmured huskily. She arched back, letting out a succulent moan before leaning down to face Miroku.
A flash of white.
A rustling of a cloak of fur.
"Perhaps I should cut it out!" A Kagura turned Naraku threatened with a sneer.
"NARAKU!!!" Miroku gasped, finding himself trapped in the surrounding ladies powerful clutches.
The lithe beauty on top him had been replaced with the hideous white baboon pelt that haunted his nightmares. The empty eye sockets of the baboon face glared down at him. "Foolish monk. Falling prey to the same weakness of your father and his father before him. Just can't say no to the ladies, eh? Heheheheh."
"R-Release me!" Miroku struggled valiantly to no avail. He put on his fiercest look....despite the fact he was close to trembling in pure terror. He had never been this up close with the wicked half-demon.
"Teehee! Miroku, we always told you that all your flirting would come back to haunt you!" Kagome chimed as her flesh wrinkled and her lovely raven hair wilted gray. Her eyeballs sunk completely into the back of her skull as her mouth hung gaped open. She stared at the monk with empty pits, smiling with black and yellow rotten teeth.
The grinning Sango's mouth twitched once before her lower jaw completely unhinged itself, hanging loosely as her teeth became long and sharp. Her lips peeled back with a sickening slurp as her mouth shifted into an elongated maw. The top of her head cracked open, giving way to two ivory horns as her eyes became two tiny beads of red. "Now your about to get what you deserve womanizer!!!"
The very skin on Kikyo's body melted away, leaving only muscles, organs, and bones that shifted into a more fiendish form with talons and fangs. "WE SSSSHALL ENJOY FEASSSTING ON YOUR INNARDSSSS!!!" The Kikyo-thing rasped, tightening its grip on Miroku's side and slicing into the man's more fragile flesh with those talons made from bones.
Miroku was certain that Naraku was smiling under that baboon pelt. "Feast on his innards? Why that sounds like a splendid idea, Lady Kikyo!" A large clawed hand emerged from the pelt, poised menacingly over Miroku. "Allow me the pleasure of carving!"
Miroku screamed as the claw cam down, its razor-like nails shredding his chest and stomach, and freeing his blood in a fine crimson mist.
__________________________________________________________
In the real world Miroku barely let out an audible moan of discomfort. To the naked eye it seemed as though he were merely suffering from a bad dream.
Unless you took notice of his robes slowly becoming stained red.
__________________________________________________________
Kirara's ears twitched and she immediately sat up at attention. She wasn't alone.
Inuyasha's eyes narrowed as he listened intently. Unfortunately he hadn't caught wind of his friend Miroku's plight, no he had heard something else. "What the hell was that?" He rose from his seat, hand reflexively on the hilt of his sword. "Be ready, Kirara!" he hissed, relying on is keen senses to warn him of danger. He remained absolutely motionless for seconds until his superior hearing picked up the sound of rustling leaves. "Feh, maybe Shigeru decided he wanted to go another round." There! In the bushes! A brief glimpse of something but he could have sworn he saw a faint trace of white.
Then a child's giggle.
Inuyasha.....being the brave and foolhardy hero we know, didn't even consider waking his friends. He could handle this pest on his own! He took off into the forest with Kirara hot on his heels.
TBC