"Aaaaaah!"
Miroku and Inuyasha jerked awake to the sound of Sango's distressed cry coming from the
direction of the hot springs. Kagome looked up from where she'd been digging through her backpack
for breakfast.
From out of the trees, Sango came running with only a towel wrapped around her body, wearing
a scowl that could have belonged to Satan himself.
"It wasn't me, I swear!" were the first words out of Miroku's mouth as he wondered if it were
possible that his fantasizing had somehow reached Sango's mind.
"I know it wasn't you, monk," Sango said through gritted teeth. "It was this nasty little lecher!"
The group followed her finger to a short, elderly man standing calmly next to Sango.
"It was me, that it was," he nodded. "I peeked at the sexy...er... attractive young lady in the
springs."
"Peeked!" the violated young woman shrieked. "I'd say that was a pretty big eyeful you got,
pervert!" Picking up a log from the pile by the fire, Sango slammed it upon the old man's head,
burying him six feet under.
Once Kagome managed to pull her fire-breathing friend away from the old man, the group
decided to sit around the fire and talk in a "calm and civilized manner" as the elderly traveler
insisted he had an important offer to make.
Messaging the bump on his forehead, he began his story while sitting uncomfortably close to
Kagome. "I have been traveling for nearly two days from the village of Rumiko. The land of the
village is ruled by a wealthy daimyo (Japanese feudal landlord) and his daughter, Sadako. But a
grievance has befallen us. The servants in the daimyo's palace believe Sadako has been possessed by
a demon."
"A demon?" Miroku asked. "What makes you say that?"
"Every night, she disappears out her window. On occasion, we see her talking to a more powerful
demon on the terrace, but we dare not approach for fear of our lives. He is no doubt the source of her
energy."
"Really, you are just too courageous," Sango muttered.
"Sadako has also decorated the throne room in a myriad of charms. Dark power without a doubt.
She seems more bitter and spiteful since her nightly disappearances started."
"Sango," Miroku said. "You're an expert in demonology. What purpose would you say the
charms serve?"
"The charms sustain her energy probably. It requires work for a demon to remain inside a body
and resist being rejected by the human's true spirit. I'll bet the demon possessing Sadako has the
shard of a certain jewel in her back to help make her stable as well."
"It's lucky I ran into you travelers, the old man said. "We need an exorcist or a demon-slayer.
Please! Her safety and the safety of Rumiko is at stake. Do you have any idea what possessive
demons often make their victims do? Self-torture, even suicide! Will you help?"
"Not a snowball's chance in Hell," Sango replied with a sly smile. She was merely teasing the old
man for peeking at her while she was bathing.
"We'll do it," Inuyasha said firmly. "Both Naraku and the Shikon Jewel could be involved."
* * * * * * *
The old man cleared his throat. "I failed to mention another thing about Sadako that has started
along with the nightly disappearances,"he said as they walked toward Rumiko that day. "Sadako has
been taking strange men to her chambers every night, only by morning, they are mysteriously gone. I
fear the demon inside Sadako is using her to satisfy her own pleasures."
"Creepy." (Inuyasha)
"Interesting." (Sango)
"The demon must be stopped!" Kagome preached. "We'll...Miroku, get that stupid blush off your
face! You're not going anywhere near Sadako. Sango, make sure Miroku stays by you at all times
while we're in the palace."
Miroku caught Sango's eyes and for a second, their gazes locked. Sango looked away,
embarrassed, and forced herself to think about something else. Something other than how wonderful
it would be to spend time alone with Miroku..
Note: And there you have it. First 3 chapters of my wonderful story. I would love to do more
chapters and leave the reader at a more suspenseful point in the story, but my bed calls, (and its 1:23
am). Guaranteed this story will have some powerful angst when Sango finds Miroku doing
something that would classify him under the "boys who've broken my heart" list.
Miroku and Inuyasha jerked awake to the sound of Sango's distressed cry coming from the
direction of the hot springs. Kagome looked up from where she'd been digging through her backpack
for breakfast.
From out of the trees, Sango came running with only a towel wrapped around her body, wearing
a scowl that could have belonged to Satan himself.
"It wasn't me, I swear!" were the first words out of Miroku's mouth as he wondered if it were
possible that his fantasizing had somehow reached Sango's mind.
"I know it wasn't you, monk," Sango said through gritted teeth. "It was this nasty little lecher!"
The group followed her finger to a short, elderly man standing calmly next to Sango.
"It was me, that it was," he nodded. "I peeked at the sexy...er... attractive young lady in the
springs."
"Peeked!" the violated young woman shrieked. "I'd say that was a pretty big eyeful you got,
pervert!" Picking up a log from the pile by the fire, Sango slammed it upon the old man's head,
burying him six feet under.
Once Kagome managed to pull her fire-breathing friend away from the old man, the group
decided to sit around the fire and talk in a "calm and civilized manner" as the elderly traveler
insisted he had an important offer to make.
Messaging the bump on his forehead, he began his story while sitting uncomfortably close to
Kagome. "I have been traveling for nearly two days from the village of Rumiko. The land of the
village is ruled by a wealthy daimyo (Japanese feudal landlord) and his daughter, Sadako. But a
grievance has befallen us. The servants in the daimyo's palace believe Sadako has been possessed by
a demon."
"A demon?" Miroku asked. "What makes you say that?"
"Every night, she disappears out her window. On occasion, we see her talking to a more powerful
demon on the terrace, but we dare not approach for fear of our lives. He is no doubt the source of her
energy."
"Really, you are just too courageous," Sango muttered.
"Sadako has also decorated the throne room in a myriad of charms. Dark power without a doubt.
She seems more bitter and spiteful since her nightly disappearances started."
"Sango," Miroku said. "You're an expert in demonology. What purpose would you say the
charms serve?"
"The charms sustain her energy probably. It requires work for a demon to remain inside a body
and resist being rejected by the human's true spirit. I'll bet the demon possessing Sadako has the
shard of a certain jewel in her back to help make her stable as well."
"It's lucky I ran into you travelers, the old man said. "We need an exorcist or a demon-slayer.
Please! Her safety and the safety of Rumiko is at stake. Do you have any idea what possessive
demons often make their victims do? Self-torture, even suicide! Will you help?"
"Not a snowball's chance in Hell," Sango replied with a sly smile. She was merely teasing the old
man for peeking at her while she was bathing.
"We'll do it," Inuyasha said firmly. "Both Naraku and the Shikon Jewel could be involved."
* * * * * * *
The old man cleared his throat. "I failed to mention another thing about Sadako that has started
along with the nightly disappearances,"he said as they walked toward Rumiko that day. "Sadako has
been taking strange men to her chambers every night, only by morning, they are mysteriously gone. I
fear the demon inside Sadako is using her to satisfy her own pleasures."
"Creepy." (Inuyasha)
"Interesting." (Sango)
"The demon must be stopped!" Kagome preached. "We'll...Miroku, get that stupid blush off your
face! You're not going anywhere near Sadako. Sango, make sure Miroku stays by you at all times
while we're in the palace."
Miroku caught Sango's eyes and for a second, their gazes locked. Sango looked away,
embarrassed, and forced herself to think about something else. Something other than how wonderful
it would be to spend time alone with Miroku..
Note: And there you have it. First 3 chapters of my wonderful story. I would love to do more
chapters and leave the reader at a more suspenseful point in the story, but my bed calls, (and its 1:23
am). Guaranteed this story will have some powerful angst when Sango finds Miroku doing
something that would classify him under the "boys who've broken my heart" list.