InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Mother For Hire ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Title: Mother for Hire
Author: Little Sheriff
Disclaimer: I own many random anime associated things, unfortunately, the rights to Inuyasha
isn't one of them.
Rating: T (For some cussing and possibly limey scenes… it is Miroku here people)
Summary: Wanted: A kind woman to comfort and extremely handsome man in his dying days.
Needed: Someone to date our really pretty friend who's just a bit man shy. Put newspaper ads, a
single Kagome, a single Miroku, and Kagome's plotting friends, and what do you get… mayhem
of course.
Challenge: Mother for Hire – Miroku only has a year left to live. A year left to either find a cure
or someone to carry on his nearly diminished bloodline. It's amazing what you can find in
personal ads these days...

Authors Notes: Hiya people! This is my first Kagome/Miroku fic, so any support, suggestions,
and pretty much anything you say would be highly appreciated. This is of course a
MonkandMiko challenge fic. All credit for the plot goes to them, but the writing is in my own
special style. Oh, and just a little note, this is obviously modern times, and the girls have all
graduated high school and are working on collage. Any questions can be e-mailed to me at
Sesshoumaru_Lover99@yahoo.com or posted on my account on FFN, Little Sheriff. Oh, and
many thanks and groveling to me beta reader, whose user name I actually figured out on my own
(Last time she had to type it in when betaing my other story). So, lets all thank the wonderful,
and ever talented…Makiko Uchiha!! Other than that, read, review, and enjoy folks! ^_^



Mother for Hire
Chapter 1
"Oh come on guys, she hasn't even gone out since Inuyasha dumped her! We need to find
someone for her, ‘cause God knows she ain't gonna do it herself!" Eri lectured her other two
friends as they all sat around a small table in a family restaurant drinking milkshakes.
"Well, I understand what you're saying Eri, but we still need to respect Kagome's wishes. We
can't go find find her a boyfriend if she doesn't want one." Ayumi, another girl at the table with
curly hair, said.
"Oh, but that's where your wrong Ayumi! We can, and will, find another guy for Kags. Inuyasha
and her went out in freshman year for goodness sake!" Yuka, the last girl at the table, said while
pushing her short hair behind her ear, "It's time Kags finally got over that moron and went out
with a new, better guy. If she doesn't, the Inu wins! And we can't let that happen!" Ayumi
looked worriedly between her two friends, who had fire gleaming in their eyes, so eager where
they to "help" their friend.
"Umm, you guys, this isn't a competition." Ayumi said softly, but she might as well have saved
her breath. The two girls were in their own world, plotting Kagome's demise… umm, that is,
how to get her a new boyfriend. Ayumi sighed and stood up, knowing she might as well leave,
"I'm… gonna go study for that history test. See ya later, guys." Ayumi said before gathering her
stuff and leaving. The two girls still at the table distracted waved good-bye, before going back to
discussing their plans.
"So, it's decided, we'll find to perfect ad in the newspaper for a guy, set him and Kagome up,
and make sure she actually puts some effort into this relationship?" Eri outlined their so called
"perfect plan".
"Yep. Sounds like a plan, Stan." Yuka replied, as both their faces lit up with the prospect of
Kagome going out again.
"Stan? My name's Eri!"
"…Nevermind." Yuka sighed, deciding not to elaborate on the fact that it was just a play on
rhymes.
Kagome plopped down onto the couch in her dorm room exhausted. She had just come in from a
nice long jog, and was ready to finish up studying for the big test in her history class tomorrow.
She was just settling in for a long study session, when suddenly 5 large sneezes escaped her
unexpectedly.
"Awww, crap. I just know it's my friends talking about me!" she moaned in despair. Whenever
her friends talked about her, it always wound up with plans for her… which never worked out
like they should.
"So, uh… what's the news Mushin?" Miroku asked nervously. The old man stared at the younger
one in front of him. A charming looking man of about 20, he had black hair that was long for a
guys (about to his shoulders), and amethyst eyes that normally sparkled with mirth, joy, and a bit
of perverseness, but now brimmed with worry, fear, and resignation.
"I'm sorry to say Miroku, that the hole has indeed expanded. If you can't break this curse, the
hole will consume you within the year. You have 8 months for sure, possibly a little over the year
if you don't use it at all and don't let it get cut up." Mushin sighed. Miroku quickly looked down,
Mushin knew to hide the pain that would be flooding his eyes at the moment. He hated having to
give him this news. This was the boy he had raised, and he was now having to tell him when he
would die. Damn it! It wasn't supposed to be like this! Miroku was supposed to burry him, not
the other way around!
"Well, thanks for telling me the truth. I knew I could trust you." Miroku choked out.
"What are you going to do now?" Mushin asked gently.
"Well, what else can I do? While I work to break the curse, I'm going to search for a woman to
bare my child." Miroku replied.
"I hate to say it, but do you really think that is the best idea? To put your curse out into the
world?" Mushin just had to inquire.
"You never did hear the whole curse did you?"
"No, I can't say I did."
"For betrayal untold
A hole your hand shall hold
Emptiness that consumes
Like the greed that you have used
Until the maker of the curse
By your hand is dispersed
Or true love is found
During a night within a day
To this curse you are bound
From father to son, until breaking
If a breaking of this line is made
Then the earth in all its joy will cave" Miroku recited softly with his eyes closed.
"Umm, so that means what?" Mushin asked. He still didn't understand.
"If I die without a son, then the earth will be destroyed. That's why this curse has survived so
long. My grandfather would have never had children if he could stop the curse like that." Miroku
hissed, angry at himself.
"…Well, doesn't that just suck?"
"Yeah, doesn't it?"
Wanted: A kind woman to comfort an extremely handsome young man in his dying days. No,
not dying from a contagious disease. Likes woman of all forms, reading, training, and long walks
on the beach. If interested, please call (666)545-7399, or e-mail me at
The_Hottest_Man_On_Earth@69ers.com .
"EUREKA! YUKA, I'VE FOUND IT!" Eri shouted in triumph while holding up the personal
ads section of the newspaper.

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Ah! Two people in the last week have responded to one of our on-going challenges. If anyone
else out there wants to participate as well, pick a challenge and send me a copy of your work –
copied and pasted – to me at monkandmiko@aol.com .

Many thanks to Little Sheriff for being so generous with her writing. This is probably my favorite
challenge of all so I'm excited to find out where you're going to take it.

Megami