A Pup and a Cub

Disclaimer: I do not *sob* own Inu Yasha. There are you happy, you made me cry!

A Pup and a Cub by FrustratedPhoenix

Chapter 4: Pupsitting


“Hmmm. Who knew a demon could look so angelic,” thought Miroku. “Inu Yasha might make interesting bait.”

With the skill of a general waging battle Miroku schemed to approach some of the lovelier girls in the village to beg for baby clothes. He soon found himself surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women.

The village maidens giggled and squealed over the sleeping hanyou in Miroku’s arms.

“I can’t believe that’s our village protector; he’s sooooo sweeeet!”

“Look at his fuzzy ears; they’re absolutely adorable!”

“And his teeny tiny claws!”

In their eagerness to peek at the dozing half-demon, the cooing women didn’t realize they were touching Miroku as they tried to caress Inu Yasha. Forcing himself not to drool, Miroku seized the moment to lure potential mothers by displaying paternal instincts toward Inu Yasha.

“Now, now Ladies! We don’t want to wake Inu Yasha. The poor little guy has been through quite enough for today and deserves some rest.”

Pouts appeared on their lovely faces as they slowly backed away from Miroku. “I suppose you’re right Miroku-sama.”

Miroku almost whimpered. “They weren’t supposed to stop touching me!” As subtly as possible, Miroku gently shook the hanyou awake.

A collective, “Awwwww!” was heard when Inu Yasha blinked open his sleepy golden eyes, yawned widely showing his pointy little fangs and stretched his limbs while wiggling his claws.

Flanking Miroku once again, the women jostled each other to pet Inu Yasha. Now fully awake, Inu Yasha’s eyes grew round with apprehension as he realized strangers were stroking his hair and rubbing his belly. One lady with breath reeking of fish kissed him on the nose then pinched it and said, “I’ve got your nose!” Inu Yasha gazed at her in horror as he slowly touched his nose to make certain the crazy lady had not removed it.

The young women were becoming aggressive and although Miroku didn’t mind being manhandled he had enough self-control to not sacrifice Inu Yasha for a few accidental gropes.

“Ladies, please control yourse…”

“Let me hold him!”

“I want a turn!”

Inu Yasha found himself wrenched from Miroku’s grasp as Miroku was shoved to the side. Miroku fell to the ground narrowly avoiding being stepped upon. The monk’s pleas to release Inu Yasha fell upon deaf ears as the crazed women tugged a terrified puppy back and forth.

Desperate to save the little hanyou, Miroku shouted, “Don’t force me to use my wind tunnel!” None of the women paid the panicking monk any heed.

Inu Yasha managed to wiggle free from the mob of hormonally challenged women. Miroku tried to grab Inu Yasha as the young half-demon ran past. Growling as fiercely as a puppy possibly could, Inu Yasha bared his baby fangs and slashed the air with his baby claws. Miroku wisely backed away but immediately regretted his cowardice as he watched Inu Yasha’s bare bottom race toward the forest with demonic speed.

The frustrated monk barely suppressed a growl of his own when the village women started chastising him for his carelessness. Turning their backs to him they walked away muttering about lecherous monks with poor parenting skills.

Miroku ran through a mental litany of curses as he stomped out of the village to track the run-a-way puppy. He dared not ask for help from Sango or Kagome lest he face their combined wrath. Sango’s brand of punishment was swift and painful. Kagome also had a nasty temper; although Miroku had never before incurred her anger, he knew her fury would be great over the loss of her precious dog-demon. The best solution would be to beg Hakkaku and Ginta to track the hanyou with their enhanced senses.

Spotting a group of farmers lounging against a fence at the edge of a field, Miroku stopped to ask the whereabouts of the wolf demons. Laughing, the farmers pointed to the center of the field. The monk’s jaw dropped. Hakkaku and Ginta, dressed in human women’s clothing, were dancing with each other as a wildly giggling Kouga sat astride a cow.

“I don’t want to know.” Miroku simply turned away and continued walking down the road.

Thirty long, aggravating minutes later Miroku finally discovered Inu Yasha’s hiding place. The monk cursed himself for not having checked the Goshinboku tree first.

“Inu Yasha, please come down. I promise you it is safe now.”

No answer.

“Inu Yasha, I can see you amongst the branches. Come down!”

“I can’t. I’m stuck.”

“If you managed to climb up there you can climb back down.”

Inu Yasha whimpered.

“Oh, all right! I am coming. Just stay put.”

Miroku carefully scaled the Goshinboku. Trying not to look down, he muttered “Why did he have to climb so high? I did not think dogs could even climb trees.”

When Miroku was finally within arm’s reach of Inu Yasha he cautiously reached for the puppy. Inu Yasha bit Miroku’s hand then scampered down the tree. Glaring up at Miroku, Inu Yasha shouted, “You’ll never catch me again, Human!”

Clinging to the tree trunk with his cursed hand, Miroku waved his injured hand in the air. “Come back here. Inu Yasha! Damnit!” For the second time that morning, Miroku watched Inu Yasha’s bare ass run away. Miroku muttered, “I never did like dogs.”