Prov 40 - Prank
Title: Miroku's Worst Nightmare
Author: kingbaka22
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Canon
Word Count: 530
Warnings: none
Summary: Poor Miroku...
Miroku tried desperately to remain in the peaceful bliss of slumber, but the closer he got to wakefulness, the stronger the throbbing in his head became. Finally he could resist no longer. He cracked open his eyes only to slam them shut again, bringing his left hand up to cover them. The light felt like it was literally burning his eyes. Ugh…what happened last night? He remembered helping to save a village from youkai attack and being warmly welcomed as a result. He and Inuyasha had partaken heavily in the sake offered, each refusing to be out-drank by the other. Then it got fuzzy; he didn’t remember anything after that. Perhaps he had too much to drink. Now he was lying on a futon, probably inside despite the sun’s glare, in the grips of a full-on hangover. He tried to roll over onto his side but a weight on his shoulder stopped him. It took him only a moment to realize the weight was a warm human body. His first thought was that he and Sango had spent the night together, but that hope was shot down very quickly. He knew the feel of the taijiya’s ass, and the rounded globe currently occupying his right palm was not it. In fact, the texture of this particular ass was strange, almost unfamiliar to him. If felt like…like…
Wrinkles.
Miroku shot upright, dislodging the woman and rolling off the futon in the other direction. He writhed on the floor for several moments clutching his head, waiting for the dizziness and headache to subside. Finally he glanced over at his mysterious companion, and his eyes widened in horror. She had miraculously remained asleep, her gnarled lips still curled up in a satisfied smile. Her sunken eyes and wrinkled cheeks were framed by graying hair. And she wasn’t the only one; all around the room were strewn perhaps a dozen other women, all in varying states of undress and similar in appearance to the first. Not a single one of them seemed to be under the age of forty, and several appeared to rival Kaede in age. Feeling sick to his stomach, Miroku stumbled out of the hut, suddenly feeling an overpowering compulsion to wash. And vomit.
*poof*
One after the other, all of the women burst into clouds of blue smoke and changed back to their original forms-small, innocent-looking green leaves.
“Wow, Shippo-chan,” Kagome observed as she emerged from her hiding place. “You really had him fooled!”
“Yes,” Sango added gleefully, “he looked like he was about to throw up!” Suddenly a sheet of paper poofed into existence above the fox’s head, and he snatched it out of the air.
“Alright!” he exclaimed. “I made the next rank!”
“Would all of you shut the hell up?!” Inuyasha groused from the entrance to the adjacent hut. He glared blearily at them, his hair a mess and his face unusually pale. The sake had certainly not been kind to him.
“So, Sango,” Kagome said, quieter this time. “When are you gonna tell him?”
“Not right away. Let him stew for awhile.”
“Feh. Evil wenches,” Inuyasha mumbled as he turned to go back to bed.
Author: kingbaka22
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Canon
Word Count: 530
Warnings: none
Summary: Poor Miroku...
Miroku tried desperately to remain in the peaceful bliss of slumber, but the closer he got to wakefulness, the stronger the throbbing in his head became. Finally he could resist no longer. He cracked open his eyes only to slam them shut again, bringing his left hand up to cover them. The light felt like it was literally burning his eyes. Ugh…what happened last night? He remembered helping to save a village from youkai attack and being warmly welcomed as a result. He and Inuyasha had partaken heavily in the sake offered, each refusing to be out-drank by the other. Then it got fuzzy; he didn’t remember anything after that. Perhaps he had too much to drink. Now he was lying on a futon, probably inside despite the sun’s glare, in the grips of a full-on hangover. He tried to roll over onto his side but a weight on his shoulder stopped him. It took him only a moment to realize the weight was a warm human body. His first thought was that he and Sango had spent the night together, but that hope was shot down very quickly. He knew the feel of the taijiya’s ass, and the rounded globe currently occupying his right palm was not it. In fact, the texture of this particular ass was strange, almost unfamiliar to him. If felt like…like…
Wrinkles.
Miroku shot upright, dislodging the woman and rolling off the futon in the other direction. He writhed on the floor for several moments clutching his head, waiting for the dizziness and headache to subside. Finally he glanced over at his mysterious companion, and his eyes widened in horror. She had miraculously remained asleep, her gnarled lips still curled up in a satisfied smile. Her sunken eyes and wrinkled cheeks were framed by graying hair. And she wasn’t the only one; all around the room were strewn perhaps a dozen other women, all in varying states of undress and similar in appearance to the first. Not a single one of them seemed to be under the age of forty, and several appeared to rival Kaede in age. Feeling sick to his stomach, Miroku stumbled out of the hut, suddenly feeling an overpowering compulsion to wash. And vomit.
*poof*
One after the other, all of the women burst into clouds of blue smoke and changed back to their original forms-small, innocent-looking green leaves.
“Wow, Shippo-chan,” Kagome observed as she emerged from her hiding place. “You really had him fooled!”
“Yes,” Sango added gleefully, “he looked like he was about to throw up!” Suddenly a sheet of paper poofed into existence above the fox’s head, and he snatched it out of the air.
“Alright!” he exclaimed. “I made the next rank!”
“Would all of you shut the hell up?!” Inuyasha groused from the entrance to the adjacent hut. He glared blearily at them, his hair a mess and his face unusually pale. The sake had certainly not been kind to him.
“So, Sango,” Kagome said, quieter this time. “When are you gonna tell him?”
“Not right away. Let him stew for awhile.”
“Feh. Evil wenches,” Inuyasha mumbled as he turned to go back to bed.