The skies were overcast with bleak gray clouds, and mist enveloped forested hills below. Kagome's party of demented friends had been traveling aimlessly for hours, and though Sioux-marie frequently asked where they were headed or when they would stop, none of them seemed to have any idea. She was quite uncomfortable sitting betwixt the monk and the crossdresser on the back of what was apparently a fiery saber-toothed cat. Not much of the happenings since she had arrived made much sense, and Sioux-marie was not entirely convinced that everything she had experienced was anything more than a hallucinogenic drug trip. Certainly her motivations for befriending Kagome had been rooted in the fact that the girl was greasy and bloated, missing teeth, and spoke broken Japanese, all indications of being a crack whore. Sioux-marie had traveled a great deal in her young life and, being able to regenerate, suffered none of the typical ill-effects of gratuitous substance abuse. Kagome had proven to be capable of scoring Sioux-marie copious amounts of cocaine, heroin and methamphetamines, but this strange world loosely based on the Sengoku period of Japan had indeed been more than she had bargained for. Sioux-marie studied the boorish ape that carried his morbidly obese consort on the ground below. His face was vacant and guileless, drooling and vapid in disposition. At all times he drug what appeared to be an over-sized metal club with blunt, dented edges which serviced him not unlike a child's safety blanket and could also be said to compensate for his malformed nub of a phallus, which Sioux-marie had too many opportunities to observe. His red hakama was torn in places, and had apparently been subject to the elements for extended periods of time. A stream of foeces stained the entire back-end of the fabric, which was worsened over time by cues given not infrequently by Kagome. Sango, the man dressed as a woman sitting behind her, sported a gigantic, bent penis which beyond ruining his feminine persona was used to bludgeon enemies to death among other utility features. Sioux-marie supposed he might have suffered from some form of elephantitis, a tragic illness given his desire to be seen as a woman. Indeed all the flesh of his body appeared to have been pumped into the massive phallus, leaving his face and limbs gaunt, flesh merely hanging off like from an over-ripe fruit. The monk in front of her was masturbating as was his wont, and the greater portion of his clothing was stained with his seed and other dubious fluids. His manner of looking at her or any other warm, living creature was unnerving, and he seemed inexplicably interested in sexually exploiting others when the opportunity arose. He seemed to enjoy fondling her, but only when no one was noticing, which she permitted with a long patience, if only because he seemed to have a generous supply of opium, and Sioux-marie was a girl of simple pleasures.
The drooling simpleton came to a stop suddenly at a temple placed up in the mountains. Kagome's momentum could not be denied even by his monstrous strength, and she was flung forward, the folds of her bulk emitting old and forgotten objects coated in her grease as she tumbled about and finally crashed, her legs splayed out to proffer her protruding genitalia to the group. Inu Yasha spared no moment to go down on her like a starving dog presented a juicy meal. Sioux-marie adverted her eyes. "See my precious little girl?" Miroku said with an unsettling smile, "We've stopped. Perhaps you and I can find someplace in the temple to do some forbidden things." Disinterested in his constant perverse attentions, Sioux-marie dismounted the creature Kirara, though she was unable to escape his grasping hands, which slid lustfully along her buttocks. In the corner of her eye, she saw him licking his lips. As disturbing as her encounter with the corpse of Tsubaki had been, Sioux-marie found that she had preferred the good stretch of solitude that she had had then to this band of mentally challenged, ignoble caricatures of humanity. "YOU GUYS DUNT UNDERSTAND CUZ YOU AREN'T A HANYŌ LIKE ME," Inu Yasha slurred unintelligibly not for the first time that day. "THIS PLACE SUCKS I'M BORED I WANT TO KILL STUFF.†" Sioux-marie blocked out the whining babble and walked off. She didn't really need them for anything, and besides, perhaps in her absence they would all get killed, which she could not object to. She determined that it was time to abandon them. Traversing down the forested slopes of the mountain, she planned her next move.
†NOTE: Translated from Engrish
shippō was the only one of the iconic group to notice marisu leave it would have been too complicated after all to write out the exchange between her and the rest and that sort of drama was best to be avoided though he did not particularly care and besides if he knew anything about plot devices she was bound to come back before the chapter ended though he could have done without as well since most characters only hung around for an episode anyway inu yasha & co were questioning some of the monks residing in the secluded temple that they had arbitrarily decided to stop at and conveniently enough there was the presence of an evil aura or somesuch hullabaloo as dictated by previous story patterns years ago a great yōkai was sealed within a sacred tomb that had been carved within the mountainside the sensei of the temple articulated sonorously to the group eight of the greatest arahants of the realm were responsible for the exorcism of the yōkai but it seems the banishment has faded as they left this world and the seal for many years rested solely upon the power of a great central relic which has but recently gone missing and so a great evil has fallen over the lands the monk continued shippō at this point was only affecting close attention to his words this would be a typical plot formation 1 mysterious problem 2 try to solve it 3 a twist 4 shippō goes into long detail about the solution at an inopportune time such as when quick actions are taking place just to make sure the dumb audience knew what was going on 5 inu yasha and the gang kill the bad guy 6 omg sacred jewel shard takes a shot shippō attempted to restrain a yawn up until this point none seemed to notice that marisu was missing
Sioux-marie shivered slightly in the cool mountain air. She could see a beaten path from her vantage point from beyond the trees. An excitable noise from somewhere surprised her, and she hid herself within a thicket of branches. A young girl skipped ahead, singing to herself and careless to the surrounding world. "RIN!" Came an ever whinier voice from behind her, and an oafish imp, clumsy in his pace, scurried behind her to abruptly fall on his face in a cliched manner. The girl laughed and he babbled his dismay. Sioux-marie's disinterest had almost led her to turn away from a pair. The imp's agitating voice stopped her in her tracks; "Sesshōmaru-sama would flay me alive if you managed to get yourself lost." The name piqued her curiosity. A cruel lord could indulge her, in ways beyond what a damned soul could provide. Suddenly he stepped forward as well, she thought he must be the one to which they referred. He was elegantly clad and wrapped in an impermeable serenity. His face, stoic and reflecting, was a visage of peerless beauty. His hair was an unusual shade of silver, and his eyes a piercing saffron, both reminiscent of someone she had seen before. Sioux-marie felt her loins grow hot and wet. The child and the small demon hesitated beneath a dispassionate glance, but the man continued walking as if they did not exist. The imp gasped and fretted idly, but the girl happily followed in his tread. Gathering her courage and shaking slightly with an uncontrollable desire, Sioux-marie stepped forward from her hiding place. The man called Sesshōmaru spun with inhuman grace, a sword drawn and held at her throat in one, effortlessly fluid motion. His eyes narrowed coldly. "Who are you?" He asked, albeit the question seemingly was to himself, as though he did not deign address her. There was a crackle of energy at their closeness, and he stepped back with the same flowing motions. There was an undrawn sword still at his side, and it began to rattle and glow with a clear blue light. "You are neither human nor yōkai. Why have you entered our world?" Her voice caught in her throat. He did not wait for her answer, and turned imperiously on his way. "Wait!" She croaked desperately, regaining her senses. "May I follow you?" He did not turn or spare her so much as a glance, but paused ever so slightly. "Do as you wish. Maintain your distance." He walked forward then, waiting for no one, and she found herself eagerly following.