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Dedication by Forthright

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 00:30:04 GMT

Title: Dedication
Author: Forthright
Status: Drabble
Genre: Romantic
Rating: PG for intent
Warning: None
CU/AU: Canon Universe
Reason to Read: A bit of fluffy nonsense recently added to Incorrigible.
Summary: Skills like these don't just happen.
URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3388668/17/

Announcing the Themes for Contest #09

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 18:35:09 GMT

Perilous Journey
Oneshot entries utilizing the theme "Perilous Journey" must be 500+ words in length. You can use this prompt literally or figuratively. All oneshots are due by Wednesday, September 10, 2008 at 11:59 p.m. (PDT). Voting will begin on September 11, and winners will be announced on September 15.

Lost
Drabble entries utilizing the prompt "Lost" need to be no fewer than 100 words and no more than 250 words. Feel free to creatively apply the theme to your fic. All drabbles are due by Wednesday, September 10, 2008, 11:59 p.m. (PDT). Voting will begin on September 11, and winners will be announced on September 15.

Contest #08 - Oneshot Entry

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 00:18:01 GMT

Title: Resisting

Author: Forthright

Theme: Force of Nature

Genre: Romantic

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Words: 846

Summary: Most of the time, Miroku was easy to resist.

Resisting

Monsoons, hurricanes, typhoons—they had nothing on Miroku. His one-track mind was a force to be reckoned with, and his smiles could be just as devastating. Though Kagome knew the monk was capable of great subtlety, when it came to women, his intentions couldn’t have been more transparent. Miroku really was only after one thing.

“Please, allow me to escort you,” he murmured with a courtly bow.

Kagome looked at him out of the corner of her eye as she dug through her pack. “That won’t be necessary.”

“I would feel better if you were not alone, Kagome-sama,” Miroku replied earnestly.

“Don’t trouble yourself on my account,” she retorted dryly.

“It would be my pleasure,” he assured her, flashing a smile.

With eyes that glinted dangerously, she shook her shampoo bottle under the monk’s nose. “I appreciate your ‘concern’, Miroku-sama, but don’t worry… I’ll be armed. If anyone tries to sneak up on me while I’m bathing, I won’t hesitate to shoot them.”

“Ah,” he sighed, chagrined.

▪▪▪

Kagome may not have been terribly experienced where boys were concerned, but she’d known Miroku was trouble from the moment he’d breezed into their lives. Natural charisma, good looks, and an abundance of confidence gave guys like him an advantage… and given the opportunity, he took advantage.

“Oh, Houshi-sama! Read my palm next!” squealed a village girl with a faded blue headscarf.

Kagome shook her head at the familiar scene. Miroku was surrounded by women, all clamoring for his attention. As she watched, the monk made a show of examining the girl’s palm, then gazed deeply into her eyes. “You will give yourself to a fine man and bear him a son,” he revealed, clasping her hand in both his own. “My dear, I must ask. Would you do me the honor of bearing my child?”

A chorus of giggles erupted from his adoring audience, and the next young woman stepped forward, eager for her share of the dashing monk’s flirtation. “What about me, Houshi-sama?”

“But of course! Someone as lovely as you must have many prospects,” he exclaimed. With pleading eyes, he added, “Please say I am one of them.”

Now, Kagome liked flattery as much as the next girl. The problem was, she didn’t like the idea of being the next girl. All Miroku ever offered these women were empty words. It didn’t really matter what he promised them today, because he would be gone tomorrow.

▪▪▪

When Miroku turned the charm, it reminded Kagome of the times when he unleashed his Wind Tunnel—everyone around him was drawn in. However, she saw the danger, so she dug in her heels and resisted. Maybe that’s why he stopped trying.

“Can I help you with those?” offered a warm voice

Kagome started. Without the customary jangle of his staff, the monk had snuck up on her, and now, she was caught with her hands full. That kind of vulnerability generally guaranteed a quick grope. “Yes, please,” she reluctantly replied.

Miroku strode forward and plucked several bottles from her arms, lightening her load by more than half. He managed this without so much as a touch, and Kagome’s astonishment must have been plain on her face. “Disappointed?” he teased, eyes dancing.

“No,” she quickly countered. “Let’s call it… pleasantly surprised.”

With a lopsided smile, he led the way back to camp.

▪▪▪

Miroku told fortunes and flattered freely and bestowed blessings and exorcised ‘ominous clouds’ from the finest dwellings… but his usual round of whirlwind romances fizzled out. Kagome couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard him ask some blushing maiden to bear his child. It was… decidedly odd.

“Are you feeling well, Miroku-sama?”

The monk’s brows lifted in surprise. “Never better, Kagome-sama. Why do you ask?”

Kagome shrugged uncertainly, answering, “You just don’t seem yourself, today.”

“In what way?” he asked curiously.

That was a question she didn’t know how to answer, so she didn’t. “Just an impression, I guess,” she said vaguely.

“I see,” Miroku nodded sagely, looking rather pleased with himself.

▪▪▪

In the days that followed, the monk laid aside his heavy-handed courtesies and outrageous propositions… only touching Kagome with his gaze. She figured that Miroku was still after the same thing; he’d simply changed his tactics. Used to digging in her heels and resisting gale-force winds, she hardly knew how to respond to his gentled attentions.

“May I join you, Kagome-sama?”

She glanced up at Miroku, who waited for her nod before claiming his own seat on the grassy riverbank. Silence stretched between them as they watched the rippling currents of the water that flowed past, but eventually, Kagome spoke up. “What do you think you’re doing, Miroku-sama?”

With bemused candor, he answered, “I’m not entirely certain.” After a thoughtful pause, he added, “Is it working?”

Kagome laughed softly. “If I say ‘no’, will you stop?”

The monk found a pebble and tossed it into the river before answering, “No.”

Shaking her head, she asked, “Why not?”

A slow smile spread across Miroku’s face, and he leaned closer before replying, “Because you’d be lying.”

He was right.

Frills & Furbelows by Forthright

Sun, 10 Aug 2008 01:28:33 GMT

I started this as an entry for Contest #08's drabble contest (Bolt Theme), but the word count got away from me. I'm still posting it, but it won't be eligible for the August contest. Enjoy!

Title: Frills & Furbelows

Author: Forthright

Theme: Bolt

Genre: Romantic

Rating: G

Warnings: AU ::shifty eyes:: Very AU

Words: 664

Summary: Kagome runs an errand for her mother.

Frills & Furbelows

Mama sang the praises of Frills & Furbelows for their superior fabric selection and ‘incomparable service’. That, and the woman’s fierce customer loyalty, had conspired to land Kagome in a world dominated by calico and chintz. Completely out of her element, she glanced again at her mother’s list, then back at the dizzying array of spools. At this rate, her ‘quick’ errand was going to take forever.

“May I be of assistance?” inquired the tall gentleman wearing a store apron who seemed to materialize behind her. Distinctly embarrassed, Kagome wordlessly extended the slip of paper towards the youkai—‘Sesshoumaru’, according to his nametag. “Hnn. This aisle only has craft ribbon. The silk ribbon you need is in the next aisle.”

Kagome meekly followed him around the corner, and in moments, he presented her with the spool her mother needed. “Th-the whole thing?” she asked uncertainly.

“No, miss. Take this to the cutting table. Miroku will measure the correct length for you there,” he patiently explained.

Kagome joined the queue at the table, and it didn’t take long to notice there was a bit of a buzz about the man behind the counter. He was obviously popular with these ladies, and it didn’t take long to see why.

“Are you making a quilt?”

“It looks like someone’s redecorating!”

“This color definitely brings out your eyes!”

It was a combination of small talk, gossip, flattery, and flirtation. To Kagome’s amusement, the women ate it up. In fact, she was willing to bet that most of this thriving shop’s clientele came just to be fussed over by the good-looking young man.

Kagome’s bemusement lasted about as long as it took for her to reach the front of the line, at which point she was treated to the full force of Miroku’s charms. Okay, I’ll admit… he’s very handsome.

“What can I do for you?” he asked pleasantly, moving several bolts of fabric off to the side.

“Ribbon,” she replied, a little tongue-tied.

“How much?” he prompted, reaching for the spool.

“Oh… uh,” she stalled, fumbling with her mother’s note. “Six yards, please.”

He nodded and expertly set the spool to twirling. “So, what are you making?” he asked genially.

“Nothing,” she admitted a little sheepishly. “I… don’t sew.”

There was a muffled gasp from a few of the nearest women, who obviously thought Kagome had said something verging on the sacrilegious. Miroku’s smile deepened, revealing dimples. “Well, that’s a shame,” he murmured as he measured the length of silk.

She frowned. “Why?”

“You won’t have many reasons to come back and see me,” he returned smoothly.

Guess I walked right into that one. Rolling her eyes, she tried to take the small bag that held a coil of violet silk. He didn’t let it go right away, effectively detaining her.

“We have classes,” Miroku announced, a plea lurking behind his eyes.

“That’s nice,” she replied coolly. Kagome gave the bag a firm tug, but he didn’t give it up.

“Please, consider it?” he coaxed.

She sighed. “Fine, I’ll consider it,” she relented.

When Kagome reached the check-out counter at the front of the store, the youkai who’d assisted her earlier was waiting to ring up her purchase. “He is a flirt,” Sesshoumaru commented out of the blue.

“I noticed,” she replied with some asperity, noticing a stack of fliers next to the register. They listed the various craft and sewing classes available this month. “I’m sure it’s good for business.”

“Hnn. He was serious,” the youkai remarked calmly.

“What?”

Sesshoumaru placed Kagome’s receipt in her bag, but he didn’t hand it over immediately. “Give him a chance,” he said, making it more of a command than a request.

“Why should I?” she asked curiously.

The youkai considered the question, golden eyes remote. When he finally relinquished the bag, he also gave her his answer. “He’s never serious.”

Kagome hesitated for a moment, but when she left the store, she had one of the fliers in her hand.

Kawatta by PinkSakuraPetals

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 00:05:39 GMT

Title: Kawatta

Author: PinkSakuraPetals

Status: WIP

Genre: Romantic

Rating: T

Warnings: None

CU/AU: Alternate Reality

Reason to Read: Here’s a new fic that caught my eye. It makes a promising start.

Summary: Kagome’s trip through the well lands her in the Feudal Era, but things have changed drastically. For one thing, Inuyasha is not the one who was sealed to Goshinboku.

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4321525/1/

Quote from Chapter 1:

“…I know not who Sango and Shippo are, but I know who Miroku is… He is sealed to the Goshinboku Tree, sentenced to an eternal sleep for stealing the hearts of young women…”

Kagome’s jaw dropped. Without really thinking, she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind. “You sealed him to a tree for being a flirt?!”

“Nay, he was stealing the hearts of young maidens quite literally…”

Spiritual Ties by AlterFano

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 00:02:04 GMT

Title: Spiritual Ties

Author: AlterFano

Status: Oneshot

Genre: Platonic

Rating: T

Warnings: None

CU/AU: Canon Universe

Reason to Read: A very evocative description of meditation.

Summary: Miroku and Kagome help each other through a difficult time and grow closer in the process.

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2967276/3/

Cursed Touch by Rurouni Star

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 23:59:47 GMT

Title: Cursed Touch

Author: Rurouni Star

Status: Completed Serial

Genre: Romantic

Rating: T

Warnings: None

CU/AU: Canon Universe

Reason to Read: A decent completed chapter!fic.

Summary: According to the authoress: “Kagome leaves the Feudal Era behind along with a smoking crater of hanyou. But dreams plague her with darkness and a horrible feeling of imminent death.” When a Shikon shard connects Kagome to Miroku, she catches a glimpse of what it’s like to hold Death in one’s hand, and it changes how she sees him.

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1611845/1/

Announcing the Themes for Contest #08

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 17:57:34 GMT

Force of Nature

Oneshot entries utilizing the theme "Force of Nature" must be 500+ words in length. You can use this prompt literally or figuratively. All oneshots are due by Sunday, August 10, 2008 at 11:59 p.m. (PDT). Voting will begin on August 11, and winners will be announced on August 15.

Bolt

Drabble entries utilizing the prompt "Bolt" need to be no fewer than 100 words and no more than 250 words. Feel free to creatively apply the theme to your fic. All drabbles are due by Sunday, August 10, 2008, 11:59 p.m. (PDT). Voting will begin on August 11, and winners will be announced on August 15.

Announcing the Themes for Contest #07

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 16:33:06 GMT

Shady Character

Oneshot entries utilizing the theme "Shady Character" must be 500+ words in length. You can use this prompt literally or figuratively. All oneshots are due by Thursday, July 10, 2008 at 11:59 p.m. (PDT). Voting will begin on July 11, and winners will be announced on July 15.

Favor

Drabble entries utilizing the prompt "Favor" need to be no fewer than 100 words and no more than 250 words. Feel free to creatively apply the theme to your fic. All drabbles are due by Thursday, July 10, 2008, 11:59 p.m. (PDT). Voting will begin on July 11, and winners will be announced on July 15.

Contest # 6 - Drabble Entry

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 03:44:24 GMT

Title: Right on Target
Author: Sunset Miko
Theme: Tickle
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 250
Summary: Miroku learns a lesson.
(No continuation of One Step at a Time this month. Sorry.)

Kagome’s nose wrinkled and she let out a puff of air, but the annoying sensation continued. She batted at her face but the irritating feeling persisted. She growled and rolled over in her sleep. When it happened again Kagome swung her arm up and out in an attempt to get rid of whatever the hell was touching her, only to be startled awake by a loud groan and a thud right next to her head.

Suddenly there was laughter all around her and she sat up, looking around in confusion. “What the hell is so funny?” Kagome demanded of Inuyasha. When he didn’t stop laughing to answer she turned to Sango who was turning red as she tried to breathe between peals of laughter. Once again she got no answer and she turned to Shippo.

The kitsune got his giggles under control and pointed at the crumpled figure of Miroku on the ground near her and Kagome furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She’d assumed he’d been knocked out by Sango, which was the norm, but apparently she was wrong. “We warned him not to.”

“Not to what? What happened to him?”

Inuyasha smirked. “I told him you were gonna hit him. I just didn’t expect you to hit him there!”

Miroku let out a groan of pain. Funny how she couldn’t hit the mark with an arrow but even in her sleep she right on target. They were right. He should never have tickled Kagome, not if he wanted children.

Congratulations!

Fri, 16 May 2008 17:32:42 GMT

Congratulations to the winner of Contest #05's 'Patience of a Saint' Oneshot Theme!

Delightful Gifts by darkjewel

Congratulations to the winner of Contest #05's 'Consideration' Drabble Theme!

Chivalry by watersandwilds

Announcing the Themes for Contest #06

Wed, 14 May 2008 03:19:13 GMT

Birds of a Feather
Oneshot entries utilizing the theme "Birds of a Feather" must be 500+ words in length. You can use this prompt literally or figuratively. All oneshots are due by Tuesday, June 10, 2008 at 11:59 p.m. (PDT). Voting will begin on June 11, and winners will be announced on June 15.

Tickle
Drabble entries utilizing the prompt "Tickle" need to be no fewer than 100 words and no more than 250 words. Feel free to creatively apply the theme to your fic. All drabbles are due by Tuesday, June 10, 2008, 11:59 p.m. (PDT). Voting will begin on June 11, and winners will be announced on June 15.

Voting for Contest #05

Mon, 12 May 2008 19:20:23 GMT

Time to Vote!
Thank you to those who took the time to play with May's writing prompts. We had five entries for Contest #05, and it's time to choose a favorite in each category. To vote, simply reply to this posting. Comments are screened to preserve your anonymity, but you must be signed in. I'll keep a tally, and winners will be announced shortly after noon (PDT) on Thursday, May 15. Please choose one drabble and one oneshot. Here are our entries:

'Consideration' Drabbles

Civalry

The Perfect Night

'Patience of a Saint' Oneshots

Delightful Gifts

Not the Wrong Number

Conflicting Opinions

One Less Regret by darkjewel

Sat, 10 May 2008 03:55:10 GMT

Title: One Less Regret
Author: darkjewel

Status: Oneshot
Genre: Romantic

Rating: G

Warnings: fluff
CU/AU: CU

Reason to Read: Because it is my favorite of my Mir/Kag fics

Summary: If you thought you would die tomorrow, what would you regret most?

URL: http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_st.php/132211/

Contest 5 - Oneshoot Entry

Sat, 10 May 2008 03:30:01 GMT

Title: Delightful Gifts

Author: darkjewel
Theme: Patience of a Saint
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG
Warnings:
Word Count: 787
Note:

Summary: She was going to be the death of him.

‘Great Buddha, she is trying to kill me. That is the only possible explanation.’ Miroku watched with something akin to horror as Kagome struggled with her backpack as the storm blew in. He knew he should be helping get the camp packed and moved, but he couldn’t look away. Like a moth and flame. ‘And the undergarments from her era are simply scandalous. So thin. And shiny. If I am not mistaken, there is a drawing on the back of those, but I cannot quite make it out. It will need closer inspection.’

“Hurry it up, monk! This is gonna be a bad one!” Inuyasha bellowed as he scooped up Kagome and her backpack in one quick movement.

Miroku was struck dumb by the flash of panties the maneuver caused. A passing Sango smacked him on the back of the head, resetting him. “Of course, Inuyasha. I believe that the lovely Kagome has everything that we need.”

“About damn time. Catch a ride on Kirara, no time to wait for your slow human legs.”

Too fascinated by the flash of red and white satin he had seen to complain at the insults, Miroku swung up behind Sango, just in time as the ground disappeared from under his feet.

The demon slayer in front of him shifted her deadly weapon with obvious intent. “Honestly, you are such a lecher.”

“Whatever do you mean, my lovely Sango?” Miroku felt more in control now that Kagome was safely out of sight amongst the trees. ‘This is almost as bad as the time she forgot some of her bathing supplies and came back to camp in that white bathing attire. May Buddha bless whoever came up with the concept of the ‘swimsuit’.’

“You’re practically drooling.” Rolling her eyes, Sango looked over her shoulder. “Inuyasha is going to turn you into a pile of unrecognizable mush.”

‘Ah, but what a reason to go.’ Setting a hand at the leather clad waist in front of him, Miroku tried to turn his thoughts away from the school girl from the future. “Nonsense, delightful Sango. I was merely appreciating her courage and strength in the face of the elements’ fury.”

“Sure you were.” Sango gave him another glare before facing forward. “Just keep it under control around Inuyasha.”

“I assure you that I will be every bit the gentleman I am capable of around our lovely companion.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Kirara dove down, following Inuyasha into a cave as lightening flashed across the sky. Rain was pouring down as they reached their shelter. Miroku slipped free of the neko youkai in the pitch black, stumbling on the wet, uneven footing. Something warm, firm, round, and covered in damp fabric met his outstretched hands.

“Hey, you pervert!”

“A thousand apologies, lady Kagome. I was simply trying to recover my balance.” Miroku pulled his hand away, though not as quickly as he was able to. After all, it would not be seemly for him to fall and possibly injure his lady companion. ‘And I will continue to sing praises for the undergarments of the future. Who knew that they would find a way to show off a lady’s attributes in such a way?’

“Lecher,” Sango hissed as she eased past, taking Kagome by the arm. “Do you have that torch with you, Kagome?”

“Yeah, just a sec.” Light filled the cave, panning over the walls. “At least it looks like we’re alone in here.”

“Wonderful news, lovely Kagome.” Miroku self-consciously touched his nose with the back of his hand. ‘And now I can see just how those undergarments display her youthful body to such an advantage. She must be cold.’

Sango reached over to smack him without saying a word. Kagome looked between them, confused, before looking down at herself. “Ah! I forgot about my white shirt!”

‘I certainly did not.’ Miroku stayed out of reach as the damp young woman searched through her backpack for other clothing. The torch from the future was put out, but he could hear her pulling off her damp clothes, hissing and groaning as she pulled the sticky cloth from her body. There was a wet smack as the cloth hit the floor of the cave. ‘This would test a saint’s patience, and I am no saint.’

Miroku had made it all of two steps forward before Sango’s elbow connected with his stomach. Violently. “How . . . “

“I’ve known you too long, you pervert,” Sango hissed in reply.

“I have never regretted a long time acquaintance with a woman of your beauty.” The monk rubbed at his abused abdomen. “However, there is a first time for everything.”

Contest # 05 - Oneshot Entry

Sat, 10 May 2008 02:32:12 GMT

Title: Not the Wrong Number

Author: Sunset Miko
Theme: Patience of a Saint
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: PG13, potty mouth.
Warnings: AU, language
Word Count: 1062
Note: This is a continuation of last month’s oneshot, ‘You Can Thank Me Later’ and the drabble before that, ‘Order of Operations’.

Summary: Kagome and Miroku’s night ends up surprising Inuyasha in the morning.

He was still a perv. No misunderstanding. No miscommunication. It hadn’t been a joke when he asked her the question that caused her to clock him with her purse. But he was a cute perv and the longer she spent with him the more fun he was. Miroku was playful, that was certain. He was also awesome at paying compliments, even if they were incredibly inappropriate. Really, what guy told his date that her breasts were beautifully symmetrical? She’d had the urge to smack him but the urge to laugh won out.

“Would you care to dance, pretty lady?” he asked her with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Kagome giggled and nodded, allowing him to lead her out into the pulsing crowd in the middle of the club. His hands started innocently enough on her hips but as they moved to the beat, his hands began a slow but steady trek to their true and final destination, her ass. Again the urge to knock him out was overcome by the humor of the situation. “I can’t believe Inuyasha did this,” she laughed. “How did he even know we met?” She watched as the male dressed in tight blue jeans and a purple silk shirt actually blushed slightly.

“I had mentioned my encounter with a beauty on the train. I had no idea he knew her… er… you.”

“Really?” Kagome asked. “You know, I was going to apologize for hitting you, but I think you deserved it.”

He smirked at the girl who hadn’t hit him once the entire evening, not even when his ‘cursed’ hand found it’s way to her perfectly squeezable rear. “You are probably right. My mouth does tend to get me in trouble.”

“Not just your mouth by the feel of things,” she grinned as she reached behind her and moved his hands back to her hips. “I take it you get hit a lot then?”

One hand came up to rub his left cheek, the one that would have been sporting a handprint if she’d been any other girl. He’d known she was special, but he had no idea how much. “More often than not.” He smiled when she laughed again. Never before had he been so focused on just one girl, but the club might as well have been empty besides the two of them because no one else existed, just this one goddess in his arms.

“Let’s get out of here. It’s too loud.” Miroku nodded and followed the perfect girl for him out of the club, her hand holding tightly to his like she was afraid of losing him in the crowd. They were halfway down the short flight of steps that led to the sidewalk when her heel snapped and Kagome came frighteningly close to smacking her face into the concrete. “Omph,” she grunted before opening her tightly closed eyes, wondering what had stopped her fall. He’d pulled her into his arms just in time.

“If you wanted to get to know me better you only had to ask,” he joked.

She shot him a playful glare. “Thanks.” Kagome straightened and tried to take a step, hissing in pain. “Shit, I think I twisted my ankle.”

She held tightly to the railing while Miroku knelt down and slipped off the broken shoe before carefully examining the already swelling joint. “Looks like you’ll need some assistance then.” Before she knew what was happening she was in his arms and he was walking towards where his car was parked.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you planned this,” she laughed, looping her arms around his neck.

“Where to, my lady? Your chariot awaits.”

Kagome groaned as she searched the table for her cell phone. “Hello?” she grumbled groggily.

Inuyasha frowned at the phone. He’d meant to call Miroku. He shrugged, deciding he must have hit the wrong number and it didn’t matter who he talked to first. “So how was it Kaggie? How many times did you have to hit him?”

“You know what; I didn’t have to hit him once. He’s a sweetheart too. I hurt my ankle, stupid shoes,” she growled slightly. “And he carried me inside, got me an icepack and everything.”

“Wait, he took you home? And you didn’t smack him even once? Damn, Kagome! How drunk were you?”

She laughed at her friend. “Not even a little. Can I call you later? I’m tired.”

“Sure thing, babe,” Inuyasha replied before clicking off. “I was sure she’d have knocked his ass out by the end of the night,” he thought aloud. “She’s never been a patient one.” He pushed a few buttons and listened to the ringing while he waited for Miroku to answer his phone.

“Hello?” a frustrated, familiar, and definitely female voice answered.

“Kaggie?” he asked in shock before pulling the phone away from his ear and checking. He was sure he’d dialed Miroku this time, and the glowing display confirmed it.

“Inuyasha?” she grumbled. “I said I’d call you later.”

“How in the hell did you… never mind.” The hanyou closed the phone and just stared at it for a minute. It wasn’t possible. There was no way in hell his Kagome would have taken Miroku home with her. It had to be some mistake. Maybe they’d accidently switched phones. Deciding that had to be it, he dialed Kagome’s cell number.

“Yeah?” a familiar and thankfully male voice answered this time.

“You and Kagome musta’ got your cell phones mixed up. She said she didn’t have to hit you once! How the hell did you pull that off?”

“Why Inuyasha, I don’t know why you’re so surprised. She has the patience of a saint. Didn’t get mad at me once…”

“For fuck’s sake! Would you tell him to leave us the fuck alone?” Kagome’s irritated voice could be heard in the background.

“Hmm, it seems like she’s not feeling so patient with you at the moment, my friend. Perhaps you shouldn’t call quite so early in the morning. Oh, before I forget… thanks!” Click.

Inuyasha’s jaw was hanging so low he could have tripped over it and he stared at the phone in his hand like it had just sprouted arms and legs and was dancing the Hokey-Pokey. “He… she… holy shit.” Of all the outcomes he’d imagined… Miroku actually thanking him later wasn’t one of them.

Contest No. 5 - Drabble Entry

Fri, 09 May 2008 04:54:42 GMT

Title: Chivalry
Author: watersandwilds
Theme: “Consideration”
Genre: Humour-ish
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Word Count: 104
Summary: A good deed is its own reward. Unless you're as clever as Miroku, that is.

“May I?” he asked politely.

Kagome looked at him in obvious relief, and eagerly handed him the over-stuffed yellow backpack, practically bouncing with delight as she was freed of its weight. He gave a surprised ‘oomph’ as the full weight of the bag settled on his back. Kagome shot him a vaguely sympathetic look as she massaged her tired shoulders.

“Thanks,” she said cheerfully. Then, with a quick grin at the monk, she scrambled up the steep hill.

Looking up, the monk watched her progress gleefully. The bag was, indeed, quite a weight to bear, but the view made it worth the effort.

Contest #5 - Oneshot Entry

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 20:02:18 GMT

Title: Conflicting Opinions

Author: Unruly2love

Theme: “Patience of a Saint”

Genre: Romantic

Rating: PG

Warning: Miroku’s perverted mind

Word Count: 923

Summary: Determination faces off against patience

The sound of a slap rang throughout a homely camp, startling the birds into a sudden flight. All eyes turned to the creator of such a noise, and the canvas it was sounded upon, a furious young woman and a bemused young man. An expression of undiluted righteous anger was sketched across the planes of her normally sweet features, while the red outline of a hand was imprinted upon his cheek. The reason for this entire situation was lying complacently besides this seemingly innocent gentleman, looking for all the world just like a harmless hand. Yet this hand was not as it appeared, for with its use it had placed many a look of outrage upon a young woman’s face. When it was near a woman, southward it would travel, to land upon the bottom of the woman it desired.

“Why Lady Kagome, I only wished to offer my unfailing support.” Miroku said with a look of innocent offense. Bestowing a disarming smile upon his attacker, Miroku stood to his feet, dusting both the dirt and the lesson off of himself.

Kagome sent a searing glare in the direction of the man who had dared to place his hand upon her person, before she huffed and spun away. Knowing that the only peace and quite that she would be receiving any time in the recent future would be away from the infuriating Miroku, she headed towards the one destination that was sacred to all female kind, the hot springs. As she heard her friends steps come in line with her own, she sent Sango a tired and distracted smile. Together they both headed off into the trees, relaxation the only thought on their minds.

Miroku’s eyes traveled in the direction of the women’s departure, as he watched their hips sway with a blissful smile. As they disappeared at last from his penetrating gaze, he became aware of a pair of incredulous green eyes trained upon his position. Those eyes were filled with curiosity and disbelief, and Miroku knew that at last it was time for him to deliver an explanation. Turning to his young companion, Miroku relaxed upon the ground, relieved that he finally had the chance, what with his confused rivals recent temporary departure, to set a young kitsuns’s imagination on the correct course. Miroku had been aware that for quite some time his traveling comrades had been interested concerning his actions towards specific beauties of the opposite sex, namely one in particular as of late, and now he was determined to lay the idea that he harbored masochistic tendencies to rest.

“Determination is the key to achievement and success in all areas of ones life.” Miroku stated with a insightful air about himself. “If one can endure the wait and tests of desire long enough, then that individual can achieve all that he truly desires. For determination is not only a virtue but a way of life as well. One must be continually tested and strained so each individual may find the most proper way to mold and shape the attributes of determination for their particular lives and interests. Although Lady Kagome may become infuriated at my continued appreciation of her blessed assets for now, eventually she will not only become accustomed to my touch, but will even long for it as one does a cherished memory.”

Shippou stared speechlessly at his companion and friend, stuck by the completely obvious insanity that was revealed in Miroku by the reasoning behind his perverted actions. He looked upon Miroku with eyes filled with deep contemplation, for it would seem that either Miroku possessed a timeless wisdom that existed beyond all that his young mind could comprehend, or that Miroku’s brain and mental capacities had been permanently damaged due to the constant attempts by the females of the group to teach him that his forward behavior was not appreciated.

***

Giggles and laughter floated through the steamed air of the hot spring, having been released from the joyous souls of their carriers. At last Kagome calmed down, having just related one of her favorite antics that Shippou had preformed as of late. She relaxed once more into the heat of the springs, her mind drifting to the reason of her departure. She could not believe that after all this time, Miroku had yet to realize that she detested that form of attention. It felt so demeaning and lowering, after all, she was a twenty first century woman, even if she partially lived in a very traditional time.

Kagome was startled out of her inner thoughts when a firm hand on her shoulder jolted her back to reality. She starred up into understanding brown eyes, for she knew that Sango empathized with her position. Both of them were women of fiery disposition, possessing strong souls and swift minds. They had grown up living lives of independence, at least in one form or another, and both of them hated feeling weak and helpless.

“I am sure that he will learn eventually.” Kagome said with a sigh. “I just need to give him time.” Kagome was positive that no one was so thick headed that after repeated blows to ones skull, he would not realize an action was not accepted graciously.

“Miroku may be determined but I have the patience of a saint. I will outlast him.” Kagome stated with a stubborn smile. There was nothing that would stop her from teaching Miroku a lesson, and she was going to continue for as long as it took.

Contest #5 - Drabble Entry

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 06:34:56 GMT

Title: The Perfect Night

Author: Unruly2love

Theme: “Consideration”

Genre: Romantic

Rating: G

Warning: none

CU/AU: Alternate Universe

Word Count: 250

Summary: Miroku finds that things do not always go as planned.

“So eight it will be. You will love the place we are going tonight.” Miroku said as he ended the conversation with a definitive click of the phone. He had been eagerly waiting for this night, spending hours contemplating how to make this perfect for her. He had gone over every detail in his mind, planning out each movement and word. This night was going to be flawless.

Miroku thought back to the years he had put into slowly placing her attention and interest solely onto him. He remembered the first time he had heard her voice, such a sweet melody in his ears, and how he had lost all of his cultured sauvé at the innocence that was reflected in her tone.

Kagome was just as he knew she would be, perfect. She was dressed so innocently, reflecting her sweetness to the world, with a underline of her inner fire. He drove them to the club that he had chosen, a place that he knew she would feel comfortable and relaxed.

He opened her door with a dazzling smile, placing all his charm and delight in that simple gesture. He brought her into the night with a gentleman’s grace, watching her face as their destination was revealed. He waited in anticipation as she looked around, desiring to see how his hours of consideration would unfold. At last she turned to him with a smile, before her voice rang out. “Miroku, I’m not old enough to go to clubs yet.”

Congratulations!

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 20:12:52 GMT

Congratulations to the winner of Contest #04's 'Ulterior Motive' Oneshot Theme!

Compromising Position by forthrightly

Congratulations to the winner of Contest #04's 'Profit' Drabble Theme!

The Greatest Gift by unruly2love

Announcing the Themes for Contest #05

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 16:52:14 GMT

Patience of a Saint
Oneshot entries utilizing the theme "Patience of a Saint" must be 500+ words in length. You can use this prompt literally or figuratively. All oneshots are due by Saturday, May 10, 2008 at 11:59 p.m. (PDT). Voting will begin on May 11, and winners will be announced on May 15.

Consideration
Drabble entries utilizing the prompt "Consideration" need to be no fewer than 100 words and no more than 250 words. Feel free to creatively apply the theme to your fic. All drabbles are due by Saturday, May 10, 2008, 11:59 p.m. (PST). Voting will begin on May 11, and winners will be announced on May 15.

Voting for Contest #04

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 16:39:37 GMT

Time to Vote!
Thank you to those who took the time to play with April's writing prompts. We had five entries for Contest #04, and it's time to choose a favorite in each category. To vote, simply reply to this posting. Comments are screened to preserve your anonymity, but you must be signed in. I'll keep a tally, and winners will be announced shortly after noon (PDT) on Tuesday, April 15. Please choose one drabble and one oneshot. Here are our entries:

'Profit' Drabbles

The Greatest Gift

Fair Trade

'Ulterior Motive' Oneshots

You Can Thank Me Later

The Paper

Compromising Position

Contest #04 - Oneshot Entry

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 05:53:50 GMT

Title: Compromising Position
Author: Forthright
Theme: Ulterior Motive
Genre: Platonic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Monkish mischief and fleeting profanity.
Words: 2,071
Summary: Miroku and Kagome become separated from their friends and take refuge in tight quarters.

Contest #04 - Drabble Entry

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 03:17:04 GMT

Title: Fair Trade
Author: Forthright
Theme: Profit
Genre: Romantic
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Words: 250
Summary: Kagome offers to repay Miroku for his kindness.