HentaiHoushi@SexyPersonals.com

[email protected]

[Miroku reflects on the wonders of Kagome's time, and puts the internet to his own use.]

Disclaimer: I do not know Rumiko Takahashi, nor do I have permission to use her characters in anything. Please dont sue- Although I dont think this will be a problem considering that in Japan it is perfectly legal to publish others' work in your own mangas [Doujinshi] and use names, places and everything it them without asking permission from the original author, artist or publisher.

Autnors Note: It's been a while since Ive written regular fan fiction.. I kind of fell out of it and focused on my drawing and doujinshi [see above]. I hope you like it, the idea has been nagging at the back of my mind for some time now and I just decided it was time to get it out.

.:[email protected]:. [Written Jan. 13 2oo4]

"Kagome, may I use your sound and image box again?"

"Sure, Miroku. It's called a 'laptop computer', by the way. I'm going to take a shower now."

"Thanks" Miroku said as she left the room. He chuckled as the desktop loaded, it was a picture of Inu Yasha; he was looking over his shoulder at the camera with a baffled look on his face. Miroku clicked the Japan Online icon, interestingly placed upon Inu Yasha's butt. As he waited for it to connect, he marvled at the conveniences and wonders of Kagome's time. 'Digital cameras' to capture an image in time and trap it forever on a piece of paper, or in a 'computer'; he thought of 'tv' and televised religious programs and wondered why there were never any buddhist programs on [The chanting alone was surely more uplifting and inspirational that a stuffy-looking old man screaming "A-Yes Lor -dah!" while clutching a book and a 'mic'.] 'laptop computers' were useful for all sorts of reasons; 'video games' were an interesting item that Inu Yasha had embraced more readily than Miroku; 'movies' and 'dvds' were of a particular interest to Miroku. Especially after one day at a 'video store' when he came across the 'adult' and 'hentai' sections. Ahh, that was an amazing day.

"Hmm..?" He was shaken out of his thoughts by: "Konnichiwa, Kagome-Sama!". He was again puzzled at how it could do so many things but never recognize that he was not Kagome. Perhaps it was broken.
"I'm Miroku, M-I-R-O-K-U." It stayed at "Kagome-Sama" and he decided it wasnt worth the trouble. He moved the 'mouse' ["An interesting name, as it looks nothing like a mouse. Nove Ive ever seen anyway"] and watched the arrow move up to the empty bar at the top of the screen. Miroku started typing, something that he picked up fairly quickly, the url to his own internet personals ad:
SexyPersonals.com/HentaiHoushi/main.html

Name: Miroku
Age: 19
Sexuality: Ladies only please. ^_^; Bicurious
Personality: I'm a cute, sweet, caring, loving, loyal, protective, religious family man. Kind of kinky.
Looking for: A beautiful, experienced, sexy, kinky woman who wants children and doesnt mind a man who can suck a little at times...

Miroku chuckled at his way with words, then he looked around before scrolling down. He was listening for the running water of the shower, to make sure no one would interrupt him. When he heard it, he scrolled down.

Kagome would kill him if she knew he had used her 'web cam' to take nude pictures of himself to post on his site. He felt they looked rather nice. One of him pulling up his robes, with his pants pulled down; one of him leaning back against his staff, using it as a pole dancer would; one of him laying on his side on Kagome's bed, completely nude and grasping his cock; and one of him standing, he was shooting a jiz stream, with a look of ecstacy on his face.
He scrolled down further and checked his hit counter- 2056! People were checking him out. He checked his private email from the site and was delighted with three emails.

"Yes!" He said to himself quietly. He clicked the first email:

Name:SexyWriterChan
Subject: Just Like You!
Message:Hi, HentaiHoushi, This is SexyWriterChan. My real name is Rumiko. I just saw your ad and thought I'd email you. Uhm, I'm a manga writer and artist, you might have heard of me. I wrote three manga series, theyre pretty popular... The first one, its about a guy who falls in love with this girl, and well, theres another one I did where this guy turns into a girl and his dad turns into a panda when they get doused with cold water. I also have this one about a guy, this is really interesting- whos just like you! He's even a monk too and, well, he isnt the main character but, he has a bunch of friends and they go all over beating up demons and looking for-

"...ZzzZzzZZzz... -.-;" Miroku sighed and deleted the email. " Oh well, one down." He happily clicked the next message.

Name: HentaiYoukaiSama
Subject:You, sexy! RRrowr.
Message: Houshi, this is from Sesshoumaru. Do not delete it until you have read all that I have to say. Perhaps you or Inu Yasha have noticed an absence of my presence. I decided to inform you [in particular since I could only locate you through the internet.] that I have found my own way through the well. After relieving another dog demon of his arm and attatching it with a shikon shard, I decided to follow you through the well with the intent of killing Inu Yasha and capturing his sword, but I became side tracked by the sights of the new world. I have come to be completely intrigued with this new world of humans. I have yet to find other demons here, but the humans here are also much weaker. Their minds are suceptible to suggestion and my appearance is no longer disturbing, as many humans have taken to altering their own bodies. I have cut my hair short and found work as a 'supermodel'. The work entails me removing my clothes and putting on those of a 'designer'and then walking around showing how much better the clothes look on my body than on that of another person; or at least this is what I gather. It is working out well. I have formally 'adopted' Rin, in the way humans of this age recognise and she lives as my daughter. I have retained Jaken's services in addition to those of many male servants for my home [Which is just as large but much more lavish than my castle at home] and bed. The purpose of this email is to ask you is you would be interested in being my personal bedservant, a sexual servant, that is. After seeing your photos I believe you would be an exellent sex slave for me. In exchange I would gladly take time to return to our own time and rid you of Naraku, and the abysmal hole in your hand. Enclosed are some pictures of me, a few of the kind you have never seen. Please reply promptly.
Sesshoumaru Sama aka Houma Sessaru, Calvin Klein
P.S.- Tell Inu Yasha he can have Father's Western lands, and that I have no need of his sword anymore. Also that I wish him the best of luck with his wench, er, Kagura?- and regret that since I need this shard to retain my arm, he will not be able to become a full demon by way of the shikon jewel. He took my arm, so I'm keeping the shard. I consider it a fair trade.

"......Uh.." Miroku sat in silence for a moment, contemplating. This news would certainly ruin Inu Yasha's game of "Mortal Kombat". He looked at his hand, the idea of finally being rid of the hole intriguing him enough to look at the attached files. When they had loaded he felt a throbbing tightness making its presence known in his pants. Rid of the hole, rid of the relentless search for an heir who would only inheirit a doomed fate, rid of the constant worry of impending death, rid of the endless search for Naraku, and all only for the price of his anal virginity, and servitude to Sesshoumaru, or, Sessaru, rather. He sat for a moment, thinking.

As the bus wound down the street Miroku looked around at all the mansions. It was an uneventful ride, and as he got off the bus and saw Sesshoumaru, with Rin and Jaken at his sides, he thought to himself, worried...
"I never did read that third email..."

Authors note: I might take the side story of Sesshoumaru becoming a Calvin Klein supermodel and make it it's own fic... Hmmm......Well, go on, email me an' tell me what cha think! ^_^

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