Myoga the Mighty
Written by Sarga
December 2006
Summary: Oneshot. Myoga reveals the real reason why he always flees before every battle. Fear Myoga and his Mighty awesomeness!
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Myoga the Mighty!
Inuyasha stood tall, his silver hair swaying in the light winds, Tetsusaiga valiantly held before him, ready to do its duty.
Kagome, her form also proudly poised, stood next to him, bravely brandishing her bow.
Sango and Miroku, their weapons also at the ready, stood back, ready to protect their friends with their lives.
Myoga? He stood proudly...wait a minute...where was Myoga?
The tiny flea, hidden in a manner that many would consider cowardly, rested unseen in the fur of Kilala.
Naraku made his move with a flourish. Deep purple miasma swamped the clearing, choking out the precious clean air. And yet our heroes stood firm.
With dramatic flair, Naraku swept a hand forward, unleashing countless demon minions upon his foes.
The battle was bloody, but our heroes fought with bravery untold. Alas, the countless demon hoards were too much for them and soon they were at the mercy of said demon hoards.
At the last possible moment, death and dismemberment immanent for our fair heroes, a new figure arose.
From the purple mists grew a figure larger in stature than any demon seen before. With a roar to rival even the great Inutaisho, the new creature let loose with a simple but effective attack. Before Naraku could react, a foot came crashing down, squishing the life from his evil form.
With that single step, Naraku was defeated.
The creature turned towards our heroes, his majesty emanating off of him in waves, dissipating the miasma. Our saviour was revealed to be none other than...Myoga!
Myoga began to shrink to his normal size, the startled gasps of his comrades bringing a sly smile to his lips.
"Myoga," Kagome breathed in awe. "Why didn't you say you could do that? That was amazing!"
"Well, Lady Kagome, Inuyasha's father entrusted me with with his training, not to fight his battles for him."
Inuyasha picked up the flea attempting to squish him between finger and thumb. "You bastard! I wanted to kill Naraku!"
The flea, usually a sniveling mess in that position, retorted with a swell of demonic energy. Inuyasha began to have a hard time keeping his fingers tight to the flea and was quickly brought to his knees by the elder.
"Now that you know my secret, boy, I will not be treated with such disrespect." Hopping from Inuyasha's broken hand, the flea demon stood tall before his allies.
"All hail Myoga the Mighty!" Miroku cheered. His friends glanced towards him with looks of disdain. "What?"
And so began the reign of Myoga the Mighty, fair and just ruler, Lord of the Northern, Eastern and Southern Lands.
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:-: Sarga