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It's the Hand - Part Two	By : InuHanyouNikkie Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 1482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It’s The Hand
Part Two
By Inu Hanyou Nikkie
Disclaimer : I do not own nor make any monies off of Inuyasha and the gang. No, that pleasure completely belongs to the Goddess Rumiko Takahashi and known affiliates. I am only using them for pure entertainment value. I do own this story and the plot.
Pairings: InuYasha/Kagome, implied Miroku/Sango, implied Miroku/OC’s, Miroku/Rin
Author’s Note: Breaking the IY Fandom norm again. Cliché typical is the portrayal of InuYasha as a mean, right nasty, two-timing ‘bastard’ and cliché always towards Kagome while Miroku is this ‘saint’ of monogamous relationships and ‘Tee-hee-giggle-giggle’ his groping is so cute (mostly from those under 15yrs old). Well ,I thought about Miroku’s more darker side.
Sesshoumaru has both arms in this fic.
WARNINGS: If you like Miroku then DO NOT READ! This is a Dark Story. No skipping off through the wild flowers and cloud gazing ending.
Mentions of molestation of young teens/girls! Violence, Blood. Gore. Attempted rape. If you like Miroku or think his lechery is okay and funny- do NOT read. This is set in the InuYasha world where Miroku is very much a two-timer, a con-artist, a nasty molester, and very self serving before he became an honourable person and noble.

Simply put: Dark!Miroku if you don’t like then please don’t read

It’s the Hand
Part Two

The day had been going so well for Miroku, he was enjoying his lechery and conning to the fullest. After all he cared mostly for his own pleasures and his own gratification first and foremost, before his faith. . . then his cause against Naraku. . . then came his own wants and needs and then finally came his friends/travelling companions.
He also made certain to never to go back to the same village where he had sex with multiple women for several years.
And, of course, Sango had agreed to marry him once Naraku was gone. . . the best part – she completely understood he wouldn’t be faithful to just her alone. . . what a grand life!
Yes, this day was going all his way!
He had swindled a dozen men out of their money, and then pick-pocketed them as they left. Propositioned every female he came across. He had groped more than a dozen women’s asses and fondled many a young pubescent teen girl between the ages of twelve to sixteen on top of that. He, of course, was hit by most of the women; but the girls were all too young to know any different so they only cried brokenly at his unwanted advances but that didn’t stir any feelings of remorse or shame in him. After all, what Miroku wanted was what Miroku was going to get.
He had sex with at least six willing women who weren’t prostitutes. . . and the same amount who were paying for them with the stolen money. He perversely watched women and young girls ten to sixteen bathing; including, earlier on that same day he had watched Kagome and Sango bathing as he touched, stroked and teased himself to completion many times over.
He didn’t get caught once well, he almost got caught a few times - but fate always gave him an out in the form of either animals, unbalanced baskets or jars, and the best escape came in the form of his travelling companion. . . InuYasha. . . and his inherit curiosity with items and foods. He usually caused things to get messed up and create a great distraction for Miroku to slip away unnoticed while InuYasha got scolded for his troubles.

InuYasha, for the most part, was protecting and watching out for Kagome as she moved about the village gathering up food items and little knick-knacks she liked or could sell in her time for money for their supplies (mostly being first-aid and Ramen). When he wasn’t poking at, prodding or pushing at things on display. . . and getting into trouble with creating messes for the poor villager to fix up even with Kagome’s help he was ever diligent with his constant high-alert state. His ears and nose working together to access every possible threat then dismiss as either no threat or effort to disarm or he’d move himself into a more defensive stance for Kagome protection and doing these things: bare his fangs, flex his claws, and finger the hilt of his sword.
She had come to accept those parts of InuYasha without complaint as they learned more and loved more about each other. She had been shocked to learn about that unpleasant and cruel trait of hers with the rosary. When after she explained to InuYasha that in her time she could sell these little items for a lot of money back in her time as they were considered priceless artifacts to pay for their supplies and Ramen. That he said ‘thank you’ for ‘treating him like a person’ and not resorting to her command to get her way or to punish him because he is finally able to express his innocent child-like curiosity that had been stifled because of his past.
She was so heartsick to hear those words come out of her beloveds’ mouth that she silently and vehemently vowed to only use that damnable rosary for very serious reasons and not because she threw a temper tantrum! And at the first chance she got she would remove it and destroy it!
She’s seen the sad cases of women who’ve been beaten to varying stages of death and violence by men who claimed so very loudly that they loved them and did it ‘for their own good’ and because ‘they didn’t know any better’.
She wanted him to understand they are Equals, not some Master and slave only meant to be beaten and mistreated!!!!

While InuYasha tried to curb his curiosity down, he learned to be more mouth-conscious and patient with Kagome (she, herself, was watching her own temper, nurtured her own patience and being even more accepting of InuYasha’s personality traits) as she gathered up those things that appealed to her. He understood after she took the time to explain to him why she did this and surprised Kagome when he hugged her gently and shyly told her thank you for explaining it to him like he actually truly mattered to her for real and not doing her usual ‘osuwari’ act.
He hated that rosary and her abusive use of the command. More than once, he dreamed about them being true friends for real (and occasionally as more than friends . . . even as mates) without the threat of the rosary forcing feelings from him for fear of being made to grovel by her feet if he didn’t. Or of keeping his true feeling buried deep within due to his fear and hate of her. He dreamt of being able to show her tenderness and caring more openly without her freaking out and slamming his face into the rock hard dirt until it felt like bones would break any moment. He dreamt of not having to keep those lethal walls around his heart and soul that was slowly killing him more than any transformation into full youkai ever could, that the little starved and desperately hungry for some real physical contact child within could actually end his years of endless tears. He also dreamt of her taking it off him and saying things like she didn’t need it, that she wanted them to be on equal footing. . . that she understood that she was being EXACTLY like those who abused him in his childhood. . .

Ah yes, Miroku watched women and took note of those who accepted his silent advances. He also took note at the way InuYasha and Kagome were getting closer in their relationship, the way they would brush up against each other more and more and sighed sadly. That was one female he’d never get the pleasure of touching- much less fuck if he wanted to live to fuck and touch others another day, that is, and that was something he couldn’t ever live without. How he hated how possessive that damned Inu hanyou was with her! How completely oblivious and ignorant she was about his only reason for caring her in the first place was to fuck her then leave her. She would have been like a small babe that could be lured away from the safety of its mother with promises of sweets and cute furry animals with just the right words spoken with just the right inflection. And the fact that Kagome’s spiritual powers instinctively cocooned InuYasha and protected him from any sutras and ofudas that meant to harm him. He lost his chances when they had first started travelling together to get his cock into Kagome when she and InuYasha weren’t that close.
Ah yes, he should have just raped that clueless, empty air-head girl-child the moment he kidnapped her and just be done with it. He could have taken her in a quick coupling that would have left him satisfied. It wouldn’t have done her any real harm after all she would have gotten over it within a week or less or better fallen desperately in love with him after he fucked her.
Sango - he didn’t worry about. . . she would only say words and beat him into a near coma which he could survive to fuck and touch another day. Fucking and Molesting, how he loved those two things so very much in the world. He knew she liked it when he would fondle and grope at her. . . after all she was a slayer and if she didn’t like and want it she could have killed him.

He caught sight of a rather elegantly and royally dressed young girl of about ten or twelve eating cherries from a small bag she held in her hand as she made her way about the villager’s wares on display. Stopping occasionally to get something before making her way into the thickness of the forest beside the village he and the others were currently browsing around in and picking up supplies. The spring in her steps spoke of her upbringing in a royal household; and yet her movements still expressing all the freedom of a child allowed her joys. The warm orange of her kimono with its white and blue stripes and fall of red flowers bringing out her innocence and her rich brown eyes. Her rich dark brown nearly black hair falling in layers that wisped out in a seductively innocent way with a small section pulled up into a tiny tail to the side of her head.
Miroku smiled to himself as he watched her disappear. It was a gift from the Kamis above who graced him with his great luck and his smile deepened more. No one even noticed the young girl moving about then leaving the village. In fact, it seemed that she had made herself ‘invisible’ to any eyes that may show an interest in her. Which is what drew his attention to her.
What fortune had been given to him and he was not one to turn down any feasible opportunity presented in which he could get away with his decadent lechery. In fact, in his mind this girl was asking him to follow her; that she was seducing him to follow and take her and make her a woman like a real man can only do.

He waited a good fifteen minutes before he followed the orange dressed girl making sure that no one indeed was with her or concerned about her. He watched as a blush matching InuYasha and Kagome share a look then move off in another direction towards a hut which offered some noodle dishes for some quiet lunch together. Sango was currently caught up in watching a sword display.
And so he smoothly nonchalantly made his way towards the forest following the path the girl took. In passing, he took note of his path so he could make his way back to the village after he got what he needed from the girl (who’d be so thankful afterwards for his interest in her) with none of his friends the wiser for his disappearance.
When the sounds of the village finally fell away leaving only the songs of nature around him did he begin to hear the soft singing of the girl. Letting his hearing direct him he zeroed in on his target. Her singing grew louder as he got closer to her.
Finally, he caught sight o his treasure, she was singing and dancing by herself in an small opening in the forest. The sunlight creating halos about her and giving her a more angelic look as her skin glowed with the rays kisses.

He caused her to jump slightly when he stepped into the clearing.
“Please don’t be afraid. I’m just a humble monk travelling who happened to hear your lovely voice and wished to know if there was an angel who was visiting from the heavens that I might see one,” Miroku said smoothly while exuding the aura of a friendly person.
The girl remained silent watching him. She had dropped her bag of cherries and other items she got today from the village on the ground. She took a step back fearfully.
Miroku held both his hands up, palms outward in a gesture of calm and to present a non-threatening presence for the girl across from him if he was to have his way with her. Under his robes however was another story. His member which was semi-aroused when he started out became fully erect eager to once again be buried within a female’s wet, tight body. When he saw her visibly relaxing, he slowly made his way over to her.
Once he was within grabbing distance he spoke again, “May I hear that song you were just singing? Your voice is so beautiful, dear child.”
The girl looked embarrassed by his request as a slow blush spread across her cheeks. “Rin made that song for Jaken-sama so he wouldn’t be lonely,” she said shyly before she lifted her head up slightly and began to sing once again. Her voice was a little shaky and quiet at the beginning but grew in strength and stability as she grew more assured that this monk only wanted to hear her singing.
As she sang, Miroku stepped even closer to the girl, Rin as she called herself, until he was in perfect position. He knew from past experiences that some female singers liked to close their eyes when they sang and he waited for her eyelids to flutter shut before he struck.

Her song was broken by her scream of terror as Miroku grabbed Rin and pressed her small body in his. Letting her feel the rigid flesh prodding her stomach as his arms wrapped around her pinning her within a living prison. Rin started to cry as Miroku’s one hand reached down for her small bottom to fondle it. Squeezing painfully hard he massaged the cheeks before letting his fingers press her kimono inward as he sought out her most secret of places. Touching her, he groaned and began to grind his hips against the struggling girl in his arms. Her movements to escape combined with his rubbing his cock against her stomach and chest increasing his arousal ten-fold.
The lustful fog clouding his thoughts combined with her cries and screams for release, pleas for him to stop and go away effectively drowned out the roar of an enraged wild animal in the distance.
And before Miroku could let one arm move forward to loosen up her clothing making getting to her female’s core easier he was separated suddenly by a raging white wall and bristling fur.

Rin was cowering behind Sesshoumaru, her broken sobs sounding so very loudly to the stoic demon. He stared coldly at the so-called monk who accompanies his half brother and could smell the disgusting odor of his arousal and it was making him feel like he would lose control of the beast within him something that his brother was prone to do. His eyes were already flashing between the cold gold and the blood-lust red of his demonic form Sesshoumaru wished he came along sooner to stop that blasted perverted lecher from even touching his Rin, but at least he stopped him from going any farther with her.
“Rin, quiet,” was all the stoic Tai Youkai said and her sobs immediately ceased leaving the tears to silently trail down her face.
Miroku bowed with practiced ease into his semblance of ‘apology’. He put his hand into the normal pose of prayer and affected his ‘enlightened’ closed-eyed look. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was with you. It’s the hand! I swear it has a mind of its own. I can’t control it.” Miroku placatingly tossed his much-rehearsed lines out, not one bit of actual regret or apology behind his faked words. He felt too cocky and smug knowing that if there was trouble InuYasha would bail him out. . . like always. . .
“Hn, so you have a cursed hand? That is not this Sesshoumaru’s concern nor is it this Sesshoumaru’s problem,” Sesshoumaru intoned emotionlessly.
Miroku smiled in mocking complacency at the apparent dismissal, believing he’d once again gotten away with it. He was inwardly disappointed he would get to taste the girl’s – Rin, was it?- sweetness. Damn those cursed Dog demons!- He made to leave the clearing and head back to the group when Sesshoumaru stopped him when he spoke again.
“It is not this Sesshoumaru concern. . . however. . . you have touched something that is MINE. . .”
And then Sesshoumaru was right next to Miroku before he could even blink. His armour pushing against the robes that clothed the fragile human flesh. In the next second, Sesshoumaru had taken his ‘cursed’ hand in both of his. One hand clamped in excoriating tightness, crushing the bones easily, the other hand just below the wrist.
“That now makes it this Sesshoumaru’s problem. One that will be taken care of now.”
The sounds of loud, very nauseating, wet, tearing noises were soon quickly eclipsed by the unending throat-ripping screams that came from Miroku as Sesshoumaru very calmly, very methodically, very, very slowly ripped Miroku’s hand off from his arm - while applying poison to the wound all within mere seconds.
Sesshoumaru used his hold upon Miroku’s arm to throw him nonchalantly back against a tree. He simply stood and watched as the human male started to move about after being momentarily stunned from the impact.
Sesshoumaru with seeming unawares let the poison gather at his claw tips to melt the hand that twitched with muscle spasms inside his grasp. The scent of decay, burning flesh, acidic and so strong made its presence known filling the area. The semi-liquid large droplets of viscous muscle, blood, tendons, and jellified bones dripped to pool on the group. . . heavy wisps of steam and smoke coiled and curled as it rose from the super heated puddle.

Miroku struggled to get himself into a kneeling position as he grabbed tightly at the bloody ragged stump and protruding smooth, round ended bone that was once had a hand completing it in an attempt to stem the flow of blood. However, the pulses of poison in his body made it impossible and he collapsed on his side. Miroku alternated between violent spasms and boneless prone posture. In between these states, he would vomit harshly.
Oh, the sheer agony that rushed his blood stream and competed with the raging inferno torture from his wrist and arm made him scream over and over again. His throat feeling like it was tearing with the power of his screaming. Nausea rose in thick waves and crashed against the insides of his stomach. Never before had he ever experienced anything as horrible as crushing as this!

“Human. . . you may have escaped your punishment before because of your ability to be as dishonourable like every other pathetic human this Sesshoumaru has encountered in their collective ignorance. But now you have received your punishment that fitting of your crime by this Sesshoumaru. You said it is your hand that is cursed. . . This Sesshoumaru has done what seems like no other weak human nor my filthy half-brother can do for you. . . remove the source of your ‘curse’,” Sesshoumaru looked down the cold eyes upon the suffering and tormented form of the screaming Miroku. He brought his blood soaked hand up to his face and a look of disgust flashed in his cold golden eyes for a moment before disappearing behind his stoic mask.
“You have gotten your filthy human blood upon this Sesshoumaru’s person.” A slight colouring of distaste filtered into his voice for a second before it was gone. His eyes flicked up for a moment before returning to their bored, cold staring. “Your. . . companions will arrive soon. . . Whether or not they can save you is up to them. . . and yourself now. . . It is of no concern to this Sesshoumaru now.”
Turning around, Sesshoumaru silently communicated with Rin that is was time for them to leave. Before he paused and threw an extra comment over his shoulder to the thrashing form on the ground, “Perhaps, you let your hand be concerned for your survival.”

Furiously scrubbing a hand across her eyes, the girl-child looked up to her saviour and master; once again, her Lord Sesshoumaru had come to her rescue and made her feel safe. A small smile began to tickle her lips, her lord would always protect her. He would always come for her.

Together they left the area – completely gone from sight before fiery InuYasha appeared with worried Kagome on his back and a battle ready Sango upon Kirara with Shippou behind her to find their weak and very pale looking travelling companion lying in a pool of his blood. Their exclamations and frantic movements letting Sesshoumaru know that InuYasha had already grasped what had occurred in the small clearing but refrained from giving chase to take care of his friend.

Perhaps that monk will live… perhaps not… it wasn’t anyone’s problem but the hand’s.
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