A/N; It's short, not very good and yeah, not very rl. And I really wanted to write this. It's a crack story.
Nov 27 - AU (Zombie)
It was a whole week after the tomb was resealed after the tragic and untold events around the destruction of the sacred mountain. Only after seven days passed people dared to wander closer to the tomb of the most feared mercenaries.
An old man was the first one to walk past the grave. He stopped for a second and then ran away as if he was ten years younger.
The next one to walk by and then flee was a young smith, one who had been known to fear nothing. He ran straight to the village priest, shaking and urging the priest to go and investigate for himself.
The pries sighed and went to check on the grave of the most feared mercenaries. He knew their story of bloodshed and violence, of betrayal and gruesome death. He was also aware of the part they had played in the collapse of the great mountain, thanks to a group of unlikely companions. Al thought he wasn't one to believe in old wives tales and in words of kitsune and other youkai he was most inclined to believe in words of a miko and a monk, backed up by a fierce youkai exterminator famous for her honor.
He walked towards the grave, covered by a huge stone - according to the rumor placed there by the hanyou of the group before their departure. The priest was thankful that they gathered and sealed again the bones of the vile bandits. He could see the ofudas attached to the stone. He came to the grave and stood there for a couple of minutes, simply waiting. His mind was calm and serene, taking in the sounds of the nature around him. The place didn't have a dark aura to it and the priest was almost ready to go home.
That was when he heard that.
"So, who wants to play I spy...?"
The priest slapped ten sacred papers on the stone block before anyone under the stone could answer.