Disclaimer: I do hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities for the characters in this journey... especially for the one with reason to sigh. A nod of recognition is bent towards Rumiko Takahashi for her creative prowess.
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Sesshoumaru was waiting, taking in the lofty view. Miroku was privately proud that their waterfall was pretty enough to linger over.
"Ready."
"Choose."
Miroku adjusted his grip and tried to slow his breathing. "I have a choice to make?"
"You want to see the place my father died. You also want information about youkai lords taking human vassals. Which first?"
"Ah." He wasn't sure it mattered. "Where would you be making inquiries?"
"I know a… rumor-monger. She will know."
"A demoness of your acquaintance?" Miroku had a hard time picturing Sesshoumaru with a social life.
"Hnn." He sighed. "My mother."
End Note: This chapter was helped along by a prompt from Aviva, who contributed the word "lofty" over on my Ko-fi account, where I'm currently hosting a fandom event. I'm also ticking off a prompt from a table I procured (ages ago) from the Live Journal community iy no kakera, where I hold a claim on Sesshoumaru & Miroku. Set #1, Theme #28, Rumor. 100 words, originally posted on April 23, 2021.