OK! So, here is a new story from me, and the first story for Inuyasha…well, the first I post anyway.
WARNINGS!: This story will contain violence (not too much, though), and CP, spanking. Don't like, don't read. And I should say, if you saw and like Inuyasha, WHY ARE YOU COMPLAINING???!!!!!! I mean, that show has LOTS of violence! Duh! YOU WERE WARNED!
This is AFTER the last episode, so Miroku and Sango are already engaged.
Summary: All Miroku and Sango need is a little push to have a stable relationship. But what will happen when Miroku's efforts of having a child come true before even meeting Sango? Will a child change everything?
Disclaimer: Um…I actually don't have the age to own it. I was only a kid when Inuyasha came out…seeing it behind my mom's back since, "Girls don't have to watch too much violence! It's bad for any child!" Um, if I recall, that's what she used to say…lol
Son of a Monk
By Latin Girl Writter
Prologue
"Stop him! Stop that boy!" A voice yelled from an angry merchant. "Stop that thief!"
Haruki ran as fast as his short legs could take him. He was not a thief, he was just hungry, but he knew the people from this town wouldn't see it like that, he couldn't get caught. If he was caught he could be thrashed -which he didn't want to- expulsed from the town -which he wouldn't mind- or made a slave since he was an orphan. He couldn't become a slave or servant, he had a mission. He had promised her, his mother.
"Go to the towns at the west part. You'll find him there."
That was what she had said in her sweet voice. That was what he did. But it had not been easy. The Feudal Era wasn't exactly the safest era of them all, the only reason he had gone that far was because of his perfect way of lying and because he could go by unnoticed many times.
He had met many people along the way and he had learned not to trust in everyone, especially adults. He usually travelled by himself, learning how to hide from monsters, even how to disguise his 'human' smell. It wasn't easy, and he felt much safer if there were others around him while in the forests. He couldn't lie to himself, in the year he had been by himself now, though he was only eight, he had learned many things not any eight year old knew. He was what some mothers called, "a trouble child".
"Got cha!"
Haruki just felt himself being lifted by the neck of his old blue shirt. "Look here! A thief!" he heard a man saying.
"He stole from me!" The merchant said, "He should be punished!"
"Let go of me! I did nothing!" Haruki yelled, kicking his legs in the air. Villagers were starting to gather around.
"He stole fruit from me!" the fat merchant said, pointing to him with a chubby finger.
"No I didn't!" Haruki yelled again.
"Prove you didn't!" An older woman yelled from the crowd. With that, yells of affirmation were heard from the rest of the crowd. Haruki started to fill slightly nervous. He had already learned not to mess with angry merchants once, and he didn't want to mess with them again.
One of the villagers, a farmer, got closer to him and took away his old worn brown bag, where he kept his most valuable possessions, among them the stolen fruit. Without care the farmer turned the bag, and all his things where thrown in the dirt, a single orange rolled to the merchant's foot.
"See here! This is proof!" he yelled grabbing the fruit and exposing it for all the people to see.
"He needs to be punished!" a man yelled from behind the crowd, which consisted of almost all the villagers.
"He doesn't belong amongst us!" a middle age woman yelled, "Kick him out!"
"Make him a slave!" Another man yelled, "Or a servant to serve Riku!" he said next, referring to the merchant who seemed to have gotten an air of importance.
"No!" Haruki yelled, kicking even more.
"Yeah!" Most villagers yelled.
"Taken him to the village's elders! They'll know what to do!" another woman yelled, and Haruki could feel his eyes moist when he saw how she hold a boy a bit younger than him. The same way his mother had hold him not long ago.
"Let the merchant decide what to do! The boy stole from him, it's only fair!" another yelled, silencing everyone as they turned to see the merchant.
The man got an evil grin at his face as he came closer to the boy. "We should all bit him or cut his hands, that should teach every kid and adult around here."
"Yeah!" another person said, "thrash him!" with that last thing, Haruki felt himself being thrown against a wall, and someone holding him there.
He heard a snap of something breaking, followed by a swooshing noise, and when he expected something to hit his back, he heard it.
"STOP!"
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