Disclaimer: No ownership of Pokémon, InuYasha or Girls Bravo. This is a reprisal of a story taken off for negative feedback.
Summary: Miroku and Brock somehow find themselves in Seiren. Welcome to their nightmares.
Brock & Miroku: The Irony
Chapter 1: Lights the Way to New Land
A land where demons roam... a place of human unrest... but a village offered a peaceful backdrop. In a hut within the village, a raven-haired young man in a purple robe finished healing a young raven-haired woman in a white kimono from her wounds. The man had an arm partially clothed with beads wrapped. "Let your injuries recover for about a day," he estimated. The woman was thankful for the man's help.
"My many blessings cannot express the thanks to you, Monk," she awed. The young monk saw the smile on her face when she had more to say. "I do wish there was a way to repay you." The young monk had an idea, though not one from the white-haired young man in the back coming forward. He had dog ears sticking out of the top of his head and wore a red samurai garb.
"It's possibly best to tell you that I have a life cursed by fate and may not live long. I want to know if you could bear a son for me." The woman gawked at the monk's proposal for raising his child. However, someone else offered his piece to refusal.
"Lecherous as usual..." the white-haired man groaned as he yanked the monk away from the woman.
"InuYasha? I was just- Not there!" The monk didn't want to leave the woman's side but InuYasha would disagree as they exited.
"We're outta here, Miroku!" The woman gawked at what the monk had planned.
"I think I should have told him that I'm already pregnant with another young man I love," she admitted. Miroku was too late for her. The men were soon back with two raven-haired girls, a tiny ponytail brunette boy and a two-tailed white cat. One of the raven-haired wore a white school uniform and a green frilly skirt along with loafers. The other raven-haired wore a magenta kimono with a straight long skirt. The boy wore a blue shirt under a furry vest and blue pants but also sported a fuzzy tail as big as he was and had paws for hands and feet.
"Look who I found hitting on a helpless girl?" InuYasha snapped as he tossed Miroku to the girls. They groaned in disgust at Miroku's habit.
"Really, Miroku?" the taller girl scorned. "You do know we need to find Totosai so that I can get my Hiraikotsu repaired. It's bad enough that Naraku and his demons are still chasing us with the jewel shards." Miroku got up and started brushing loose dirt and grass caught on his robe.
"I'm just fulfilling my duties as a monk, Sango," he proclaimed. "Besides, it's not like I'm the only one chasing women." To InuYasha, he just wanted a little action.
"Your duties involve knocking that girl up without a thought of maybe being engaged to someone else," InuYasha shot down. The others grumbled at the obvious.
"Why am I not surprised about that?" the other girl moaned. This was a bad habit with no end in sight. "Maybe one day, you'll find that chasing girls will come back to bite you in the butt." Miroku offered a shy smile to the younger girl and itched his face in nervousness.
"Sheesh, Kagome," the boy quivered. "And I thought InuYasha was brutal." Hearing enough already, InuYasha proceeded ahead to the mountains. As they walked, they came across a small lake. At first, there wasn't anything spectacular but the cat sensed something from the water and jerked its head to a light starting to shimmer from underwater.
"Kilala, what is it?" Sango wondered before turning her head to the light herself. Stopping, Sango stood and saw the light, rather bewitched at what was down there. The absence of footsteps irked the rest to stop and turn back to the cat owner.
"Sango, what's wrong?" Kagome questioned. Despite the call, Sango's head remained fixated on that glow in the water.
"What... is that?" The rest jerked their heads to see the glow as well.
"I know I didn't drop a flashlight down there... And it's not a jewel shard." It still didn't explain why there's a shine below.
"You're right but why would there be a light down there in the first place?" the boy pondered. Wanting to get back on his friends' good side, Miroku made a decision.
"I'll check it out!" he volunteered. The others gawked at Miroku's offer.
"Why should you?" InuYasha argued.
"Because of my habit delaying our united mission, I bear responsibility to the cause." No one could argue differently. Then again, he's not the only one.
"Keep in mind that I go back home routinely for supplies," Kagome pointed out. Miroku understood Kagome's issue, believing her reasons were more important than his.
"Perhaps, but you have a purpose while I do not." Taking a deep breath, Miroku dove in the lake and swam down, his staff helping the pull down to the light. That's when a flash erupted. What could be going on?
There was a city bustling with activity. People making their rounds and making lives easy for everyone by shopping. In a restaurant, a tanned spiky brunette was in a discussion with a blue-haired waitress. The young man wore a brown short sleeve jacket and slacks. "Thanks for letting me use the kitchen, Sally," he praised. The blue-haired smiled to the compliment.
"No problem, Brock," she replied. "We don't normally allow our customers to borrow our kitchen but we also appreciate you lending us some of your meals and recipes." That's when Brock made a move by clasping Sally's hands.
"Perhaps you can allow some time off so we could go on a date, maybe show you my favorite treat for love!" Sally started sweating rather nervously to Brock's proposal. Unfortunately, a hand snagged his earlobe and pulled.
"She'll have to take a rain check from your cooking show!" a raven-haired boy groaned, surprisingly strong to pull the taller teen away by the small body part. The boy wore glasses and a green polo t-shirt and shorts. Brock whined in pain.
"OW~! Max, not the ear! Not the ear!" Sally gulped at what just happened.
"I should thank that boy he's with," she admitted. "I'm already engaged to marry someone else." Brock came too late for her, then. Denied, Brock mulled at Max's rejection of having someone he tried to swoon. They met up with another boy, a girl and a yellow mouse. The other raven-haired boy wore a blue sweat-tee, jeans and a red baseball cap. The brunette girl wore a red spandex t-shirt, black biker shorts and a red bandanna covering most of her hair. The mouse had red cheeks and a lightning bolt for its tail.
"Brock's at it again!" Max complained. The kids and mouse groaned at Brock's behavior.
"It's surprising that Ash hadn't picked up his habits despite how long they travel together," the brunette murmured. The raven-haired bent his cap forward, somewhat humiliated.
"I prefer Pokémon, not girls, May," he moaned. In a sense, Ash did have some of Brock's habits. Max got curious about Ash's interests.
"I might be wrong to ask but is there a preference to someone you may like?" Max wondered. Ash blinked at the question asked to him.
"A preference?" May tried to help correct him.
"You know, like someone younger or older or maybe someone who likes to cook like Brock does," she listed. Instead of thinking about any preferences that would entice him, he shook his head.
"All I can say now is if they like Pokémon as I do." Not much to work with. The others had a hard time accepting his shortsighted answer.
"That narrows the field down little," Brock shrugged. To Max, it may be that he wasn't ready for something like a woman.
"Maybe he'd rather have someone come after him than the Brock method," he joked. May giggled at the thought of Ash getting luckier with women than his taller friend, now feeling like the butt of Max's poking. Once the air cleared between the group, they journeyed out of the city.
"Okay, the next Pokémon contest is the next city over," May cheered, pumping her fists. Ash took her personal glee as anticipation.
"I take it you know which Pokémon you're gonna use?" he guessed. May's hiccup wasn't a good sign. She knew about the contest but felt unprepared.
"Not... exactly..." Max slapped his face at the brunette's fault. They started circling around a lake toward their next spot. As they walked around, the mouse's ears twitched at something from the lake. Ash spotted the twitch, sensing the alert.
"What is it, Pikachu?" The mouse hopped down, gazing at a light emitting from beneath the lake's surface. Ash turned to Pikachu and forced the others to stop and come back. "That's weird..." When the rest looked down, they were as mystified.
"I've never seen a light glow from underwater," Max awed. Perhaps but with Ash, the mystery may not be that suspicious.
"There could be a Chinchou or a Lanturn down there." That possibility got May to snag a red hand-held device from her fanny-pack and hit a few buttons. The screen had a blue round fish with a pair of giant yellow teardrops from tentacles which reach overhead and stick out in front.
"Chinchou, the Angler Pokémon," it computed. "Chinchou use their electrical tentacles to communicate underwater." Interesting information. One more press of a button revealed a bigger blue fish with a yellow teardrop on the end of an antenna embedded in from the head. "Lanturn, the Light Pokémon. Lanturn is the evolved form of Chinchou. The light it emits from the angling antenna can be seen in the deepest of oceans." The explanation actually helped in the wrong sense.
"Chinchou and Lanturn are from the ocean," Max recalled the device computing. "It's unlikely they'd be in a dinky lake." It somewhat cleared one piece of confusion but it still didn't clarify the light.
"Then maybe you can explain why there's light in the lake," Ash confronted. Max didn't give the issue much thought.
"Well... I can't really explain that unless we take a closer look." Brock had an idea to look to that himself and to keep the rest occupied.
"I'll go and look at it myself," he volunteered. "Ash, Max, you two help May prepare for the contest ahead." A noble idea but Max wasn't too sure.
"How can I help?" Brock wasn't worried.
"Well, you've seen how other coordinators work with their Pokémon, not to mention some of Ash's battles. It might help when you get your first Pokémon." Max stood perplexed with Brock's idea. Regardless... "I'll be back in a little while." With a running jump, Brock entered the cold water and swam below, a chance to grab the light and pull it back up. As he closed in, the light grew and enticed him to push further down. Finally, he entered the light and vanish, as did the light itself with a flash.
Miroku popped out of a stone fountain and gasped for air. He dropped his staff and crawled out of the water, soaked to the bone. "That light was deeper than I thought," he gasped. The monk then opened his eyes, seeing that he wasn't in the same place... or the same time. In front of him was a town of stone and clay. Houses and tall buildings awed the monk. "Is this... where Kagome's from? This land? This time period?" As he took a step out of the fountain to explore this new place, Brock popped out of another fountain far away. He gasped for air as much as the monk did.
"Wow, I should have done some extra swimming in Misty's Gym before joining Ash again," he muttered. Despite the squinted eyes, he looked up and saw himself in a different place. Immediately, his mind thought he found the next town. "Did I find a shortcut? Wow, I'll have to get everyone to join when I get back... but let me make sure." As he entered town, neither young man knew of the other or what this land had. Where did Brock and Miroku land?
TO BE CONTINUED...