InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Miko Jumped Over the Moon ❯ Sweet Perversion ( Chapter 7 )

Rin, who was learning under Kagome's supervision to read, procured her very own book on cakes and the poems and such that tied with them. The Miko and Rin spent hours of each day sat together under a tree reading about the sweet treats from the future that Rin had become obsessed with.

She adored the recipes and laughed her way through the stories of talking cakes, the poems and anything else her magical book imparted upon her. Inuyasha also seemed to like the book, whenever Rin would bring it out he would sit on her knee, bite his fist and listen to her a she read aloud.

Shippo too took some interest in the book, mostly when they were making the special cakes from the recipe section; they were delicious!

The child had skipped up to him nary three days ago and asked, with a serious expression, if he had ever tasted a fairy before. The Miko had hastily had to explain to the light-hearted child that a `fairy cake' didn't actually comprise of fairies. Sesshoumaru had told the Miko that fairies were too sinewy for his taste and she had promptly choked on air.

That had been amusing.

“What's this Kagome-neechan?” the girl held up the book to her peer and grinned in her gap-toothed fashion.

Kagome relieved the child of the large purple book and inspected the page.

“It's a game” Kagome revealed “an old clapping game, let me show you.”

Kagome proceeded to show the entranced girl the simple movements of the pat-a-cake clapping game. Rin was spellbound.

“I want to teach it to Inu-chan!” she sang and laughed as the small child went cross-eyed and fell over backwards onto the grass with soft thump.

“Hmm” Kagome giggled “I don't think Inu-chan is in the mood for pat-a-cake.”

“Miroku's favourite game is pat-a-cake” Shippo confided as he settled onto Kagome's shoulder.

“How'd you work that one out?” Kagome asked with interest.

“Miroku says Sango's bottom is delicious like your cakes.” Shippo pointed out his face crumpling in concentration as he tried to remember the lecher's words. “That he `wanted to sink his teeth into it' and she slaps his cheek for clapping on her bottom, isn't that like pat-a-cake?”

Kagome laughed at the kitsune's somewhat accurate comparison and blushed slightly “Maybe you shouldn't listen to what Miroku says so often.”

Then, grinning at Sesshoumaru, she muttered “I guess he's right, after all he does want a baby in the oven.”

Sesshoumaru raised a brow in question at her colloquialism and she laughingly waved him off.

Miroku grinned over at them from the opposite end of camp, how he had heard them was anyone's guess. Flexing his `cursed' hand he reached down for the kill and smirked at the squeak his prey emitted.

Slap.

He fell off the log with the force of the slayer's blow and grinned mischievously.

“Did you just spank me?” an irate, not to mention embarrassed Sango demanded “You sink to new levels of depravity every day monk.”

He chuckled “But my dear Sango, I was merely practising this pat-a-cake that Rin has been playing.”

“There are no levels that monk wouldn't sink to.” Sesshoumaru observed.

Kagome nodded wryly “As long as Sango's bottom is the prize.”

They watched in amusement as Sango proceeded to make Miroku repent for his sins with the sharp part of her Hiraikotsu. The monk begged forgiveness but the Taijiya was unrepentant.

Her quest for justice fuelled by her stinging bottom.

Later, as the three ningen females, one Kitsune and one baby Hanyou settled into the spring Kagome giggled.

Sango growled at her, she couldn't sit in the water due to her rather sore ass; it seemed Miroku's new obsession with spanking was only fuelled by her ire, and for every hit she had gotten in with her Hiraikotsu he had slapped her poor bottom.

“What's wrong Sango-oneesama?” Rin asked innocently as she dropped, with a slight splash, into the water.

Sango blushed gently “Nothing Rin-chan.”

Kagome chuckled “Yeah, right.”

She got splashed for her efforts which resulted in a squeal. This led to the timely involvement of the Kitsune and soon it had devolved into a water fight of epic proportions whilst Inuyasha lay on the bank of the onsen clapping his chubby hands ecstatically.

Meanwhile, in camp, Miroku was sat opposite the Yokai lord. They were engaged in a tense silence as the monk tried to figure out how to best surpass the demon to ogle the women whilst the Yokai wondered if the man didn't have some sort of death wish.

Sesshoumaru had already apprehended Miroku twice as the monk tried to innocently scuttle away, it was becoming outlandish.

Miroku suddenly pinned the lord with a shrewd look.

“You can hear them can't you?” he asked

“Every word.”

“What are they doing?”

Sesshoumaru smirked sadistically “There is splashing, laughing and squealing.”

Miroku groaned such an irresistible visual and yet with a guard dog like Sesshoumaru he was never going to get close enough to enjoy it.

Yokai killjoy.

A/N: I don't own Inuyasha. This prompt was the hardest one to mould my story to, but tell me what you thought.