Niroku's Story
Chapter 1: Dude Looks Like A Lady
Angel: Heh heh… This fanfiction is the result of a demented mind on far too much caffeine far too late at night… I do not own anyone in this chapter, though when next Christmas rolls around, they're at the top of my list… Actually, on second thought, I just want Sesshomaru. Keep reading if you dare, and FOR THE LOVE OF SESSHOMARU, REVIEW!
"Oooh, that's a sweet little wench," Miyatsu said to himself as he eyed a woman walking down the road just ahead of him. Fiery red eyes, looking over all the other travelers with a minimum of interest before dismissing them, flashed out of a well-shaped face as pale as alabaster. Ebony hair hung in waves down to her waist. Her curves were practically nonexistent, but her clothes could have muffled them… All in all, she was a passably good-looking female.
Miyatsu approached her. "Excuse me, miss, but would you do me the honor of bearing my child?" he asked, clasping her hands in his.
The woman had glared at him as he approached, looking annoyed, but when he made his proposition, she looked absolutely livid. "How dare you," she, or rather he, hissed. A man's voice, unmistakably.
Miyatsu blanched. He had never had trouble identifying women before. Indeed, he could have been called a connoisseur. "I-I apologize, sir. I did not mean to—"
"You will regret insulting my, human." The man's voice was low and dangerous. "No mere human insults Naraku and lives to tell the tale." He grabbed Miyatsu's right hand with viselike strength, then, grinning cruelly, impaled the palm with his own. The human cried out in agony, and the demon laughed almost giddily. Miyatsu fell to the ground, passed out.
When he woke, he groggily surveyed his surroundings, and then remembered what happened. He remembered the beast's parting words:
"The hellhole in your hand will grow with the years, until it finally consumes you, and it will afflict any offspring you have until I die." A short, malevolent chuckle. "And demons like me are immortal."
As Miyatsu stared in horror at his maimed hand, the hole began drawing everything around him into its vortex. Frantically, on a hunch, he wrapped his prayer beads around it, and the sucking stopped.
A grim smile passed over the man's visage. "And now, to find Naraku…"
To Be Continued…..
Angel: So? What do you think? Bear in mind that this is my first fanfiction on here. We'll get into the subject of Niroku (and Maraku) next chapter. Constructive criticism is welcome, but flames will be used to kill Kikyo and Onigumo and torment Jaken.