Prov. 31; Shikon Wish
Title: A View to Die For
Author: Kinky-Hoe (flyingbuyo)
Word count: 325
Rating: Something between General and Parental Guidance.
Universe: Late canon
Summary: Miroku has found the best of wishes and just like every other fool who used the Shikon Jewel, he didn't think about some possible consequences...
Disclaimer: Inuyasha is copyrighted by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise and Viz. I make no profit from this story.
A/N: I'm definitely new at this. That not being important, I hope you guys will enjoy this drabble. (Confession: First canon ever. I'm an AU whore.)
He had it.
The perfect wish.
Nothing could ever compete with it.
His wish put Inuyasha's and Naraku's to shame. Sesshomaru had no wish, and Kagome's was already granted; the walking corpse-Buddha forgive him-Kikyo was already gone.
Sango's wish would also be something evil... He'd have to forget about the other women. The other women's goodies.
As if.
Naraku was dead, everyone else was sleeping and he'd made sure that not even Inuyasha would disturb him in his stealing of the Shikon Jewel that was peacefully resting between Kagome's breasts. Once that was done, he exited the hut, grinning evilly.
The Shikon Jewel fisted in his hand, the monk Miroku announced, “Shikon no Tama, I'm ready to make my wish!” Aha! “I wish for my eyes to be able to see through every newly met women's clothes!”
The following day should have been the day his life began.
Oddly, the half-demon and the teenage girl weren't yelling at each other for different stupid reasons, Shippo sighing during the whole argument. Sango wasn't hitting him for staring at the young woman who was serving them lunch, but petting Kirara.
As Sango commented the 'amazing view' they had, Miroku painfully rubbed his eyes.
Smirking, Inuyasha announced, “Here's our favorite hostess coming with our tea!”
The young woman Miroku should be groping by now exited her hut, smiling, a wooden tray in her hands.
“Seeing her in her clothes is enough for me,” Shippo snickered, glancing at the tall, short-haired woman, whose weight had to be three times the monk's. Oh, she was lovely and smiling, a very good cook, but Miroku wasn't fond of rolls.
He was a lecher. He liked firm breasts, firm butts and toned abdomens.
“You made the Shikon Jewel disappear; you're a hero,” Inuyasha congratulated, patting his shoulder.
Those bastards, mentally roared Miroku. They all knew! And they all enjoy it while I suffer and my eyes bleed!
Author: Kinky-Hoe (flyingbuyo)
Word count: 325
Rating: Something between General and Parental Guidance.
Universe: Late canon
Summary: Miroku has found the best of wishes and just like every other fool who used the Shikon Jewel, he didn't think about some possible consequences...
Disclaimer: Inuyasha is copyrighted by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise and Viz. I make no profit from this story.
A/N: I'm definitely new at this. That not being important, I hope you guys will enjoy this drabble. (Confession: First canon ever. I'm an AU whore.)
He had it.
The perfect wish.
Nothing could ever compete with it.
His wish put Inuyasha's and Naraku's to shame. Sesshomaru had no wish, and Kagome's was already granted; the walking corpse-Buddha forgive him-Kikyo was already gone.
Sango's wish would also be something evil... He'd have to forget about the other women. The other women's goodies.
As if.
Naraku was dead, everyone else was sleeping and he'd made sure that not even Inuyasha would disturb him in his stealing of the Shikon Jewel that was peacefully resting between Kagome's breasts. Once that was done, he exited the hut, grinning evilly.
The Shikon Jewel fisted in his hand, the monk Miroku announced, “Shikon no Tama, I'm ready to make my wish!” Aha! “I wish for my eyes to be able to see through every newly met women's clothes!”
The following day should have been the day his life began.
Oddly, the half-demon and the teenage girl weren't yelling at each other for different stupid reasons, Shippo sighing during the whole argument. Sango wasn't hitting him for staring at the young woman who was serving them lunch, but petting Kirara.
As Sango commented the 'amazing view' they had, Miroku painfully rubbed his eyes.
Smirking, Inuyasha announced, “Here's our favorite hostess coming with our tea!”
The young woman Miroku should be groping by now exited her hut, smiling, a wooden tray in her hands.
“Seeing her in her clothes is enough for me,” Shippo snickered, glancing at the tall, short-haired woman, whose weight had to be three times the monk's. Oh, she was lovely and smiling, a very good cook, but Miroku wasn't fond of rolls.
He was a lecher. He liked firm breasts, firm butts and toned abdomens.
“You made the Shikon Jewel disappear; you're a hero,” Inuyasha congratulated, patting his shoulder.
Those bastards, mentally roared Miroku. They all knew! And they all enjoy it while I suffer and my eyes bleed!