Sesshoumaru's Attempts by Opal-Dreams

Will You Bear My Child? Part II

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By: year of the snake (at fanfiction) (aka.) crescentmoon (at mediaminer) And now Opal-Dreams on DeviantArt and Dokuga.

Will You Bear My Child? Part II

Prompt:Things you shouldn't advertise on a billboard.

Miroku drove him down the highway not to far from their school. Sesshoumaru had a bad feeling about why his room mate was so insistent on taking him somewhere.

Still he got in the car. He needed to know what he would be brutally attacking him for this time.

A few minutes later Miroku pulled off the the side of the highway, turned his emergency lights on and got out. Sesshoumaru followed his lead.

“Why did you bring me here Miroku?”

“Look!” Miroku pointed up over his shoulder.

Sesshoumaru looked up at the billboard. Even with his hundreds of years of practice he couldn't stop his jaw from dropping. There was his his photo. Not so horrible if it wasn't for the large caption right by his head.

'Would you bear this man's child?'

Just below that in smaller letters was the words, 'Single Dog-Demon, male, looking for Black-haired Life Mate. If interested call 1-MATE-MY-SON and ask for Koemi.'

A police officer pulled off the side of the road ahead of them. “Do you folks need any assistance?”

“No, officer. At the moment we don't.” Miroku answered.

“Alright...” he trailed off as he noticed the sign behind Sesshoumaru's head. “Hey, you're the guy on all the new billboards.”

Sesshoumaru turned stiffly to the officer. “ALL the billboards?”

“Yeah, billboards all over the city have been suddenly replaced with this one.”

“All over the city...” He turned back to Miroku with a glare. “This is all your fault.”

Miroku held up his hands, “Hey now, your mother put up the money.”

“I'm sure it was your idea.”

“Well, yes, but you did ask for my help.”

“Request withdrawn.”

“Hey are you two going to be alright?”

“Yes officer, he'll live.” Neither the officer nor Miroku liked the way he said that.

“All-alright then. I'll just be leaving.”

Miroku could have cried.

“Let's go have a nice chat about this Miroku, at my mother's.”

Miroku could only think of how this had not been such a good idea. 'No one will here me scream!'

Just then another car pulled off. This time behind them. Sango and Kagome got out. “Hey Miroku, Sesshoumaru-san, what are you doing here?” asked Sango.

“Sango my love, I was just...” He caught Sesshoumaru's look. “Um... that is... fixing a flat. We just finished.”

“Really?” Sango asked in disbelief.

“Most definitely, my love.”

Kagome chose that time to peek up at the billboard. She broke out laughing. “Oh Sango, remind me to never play truth or dare with your boyfriend, he's got a wicked sense of humor.”

“Actually Kagome-chan, that's... Ow! Hey!” Miroku began to rub his arm.

“It's what?”

Sesshoumaru couldn't keep it from her when she turned her questioning eyes from Miroku to him. “My mother put it up.”

“Oh, I see. You must be an only child then.”

He nodded.

“Only mothers with few children worry so very much about their children marrying. Mine's the same way, but she'd never go this far.” She patted his hand. “Don't worry, I'm sure this adventure will blow over soon. But you should probably have a talk with your mother.”

Sesshoumaru nodded. He was dumbstruck. 'What should I say? What can I say? Stay cool? Say something witty! Say something smart! Say something endearing! Talk to her!'

“Well we've got to go. See you boys later.” Kagome waved as she walked back to the car she came in. Sango joined her after quickly pecking her boyfriend's cheek.

“So...” Miroku began, “What is my torture to be? I will face it like a man.” He shrunk into himself.

“Like I told the officer you will live. Now let us go back to the dorm.”

“You aren't going to hurt me?”

“Not today.”

Miroku could kiss both Kagome and Sango for showing up. But seeings as he didn't want to be brutally murdered, multipule times, he just kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss... Sango, until he died. Miroku sighed, 'Oh yes, that would be the prefect way to die.'

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AN: I hope you enjoyed the Twelfth Chapter. I would really like to know what you think of it. Good or bad. Thanks!

The prompts are from zandrellia's Challenge of Things.