Inuyasha: A TRUE Fairytale
By: Stormie
AN: Okay so I actually wrote this back in July, but I had a little reality interruption and am just now getting around to typing this up. Hopefully, the next chapter won't take as long. *crosses fingers* Enjoy!
I feel like the town drunkard in an early Irish film
aka Chapter 2
If there's anything I truly appreciate, it would definitely be transportation systems. It's ridiculous how quickly one can travel anymore. It took months for my superior and I to travel through a province in our chase of Inuyasha. Yet now the same journey can be accomplished in a day. Disgusting. So much time wasted, so much needless pain and discomfort. I would have sold my soul for a modern vehicle then...not that I knew of them then. Ignorance truly is bliss. Hmmm...and I suppose I really did sell my soul, but more of that later.
Anyway, Watakari-san and I must have traveled over, under, or through every inch of Japan. We followed rumors of Inuyasha sightings and Inuyasha-caused disasters. The man was blamed for everything - bad crops, floods, runaway cattle - you name it and he was supposedly behind it. Obviously, most were just farmers complaining or telling a tall tale to a friend, but it added to our travels. We would arrive somewhere hungry and sore just to learn it was another dead end. A wild goose chase of sorts.
Watakari-san sank into apathy. "Be thankful, Onigumo. We have lasted longer than any other sent after that wild Inuyasha. The gods have kept us safe away from him."
I did not share in his views. It had been nearly three years since my disownment. Three years without contact from my family or friends. I doubted my quest and cursed the pride that kept me from obeying my father's wishes.
The superstitious peasants with their fake sightings of our prey sickened me. Many times Watakari-san was forced to subdue me when I lost my temper and attacked people. I started brawls and lost myself in alcohol. All this the fault of that twice-damned Inuyasha! If only I had never heard his name!
Then one evening while drowning my problems beneath the waves of bad sake, I heard something bizarre from my drinking companion. The fact that I even had a fellow in inebriation was strange enough; I had been in that particular nameless shithole long enough for my reputation to have made itself known to the locals.
So, an unusual occurrence and some interesting news. What was the news? Well, my new found friend was a bounty hunter by the name of Takamoto Seiji. Seiji was hot on the trail of a Buddhist monk of unsavory character. Apparently the rouge had seduced a warlord's daughter the day before her wedding to the neighboring warlord; the girl committed suicide after realizing the disgrace she had brought to herself, her family, and her intended. Both warlords wanted the monk's head - preferably attached so they could have the pleasure of removing it. Seiji had the cunning sense to ask each of the lords for payment and lands.
"Ha! Once I catch the stupid bastard, I'll be better off than the fools that hired me." He spat. "The cowards. They were only too willing to pay whatever I asked. Seems the monk is a good friend of the infamous Inuyasha. His second-in-command if you believe the rumors."
I jumped to my feet and grabbed the front of Seiji's robes- well that's the way it was supposed to work. A table, a few dishes, and a serving girl got in the way. Crappy pigswill booze. After the commotion died down and damages were paid, Seiji shook his head. "Can't hold your liquor at all can you man?"
I shrugged. "Who cares about that? How close are you to catching the monk?"
Seiji narrowed his all ready slitty eyes. "Why? You aren't thinking of killing me and taking my reward are you? It won't work. All in writing."
I shook my head vehemently. "No! It's just...if he's Inuyasha's second well...the monk probably knows where he is and I've been after him for so long..."
Slowly the bounty hunter lowered the cup that he had just raised for a drink and whistled. Two of his front teeth were loose and when he whistled it looked like they would blow out and land in his drink. Strange thing to notice when I couldn't even tell how many Seijis were talking.
"Inuyasha huh? Crazy thing to hunt that but the reward..." The greed oozed from every part of the man. Suddenly, he clapped his hands together nearly making me fall in surprise. "It's settled then uhm Onigumo was it? To Kyushu!" He raised his cup. "A drink for our coming fortune!"
I raised my cup, wondering who had replaced my light cup with this one that weighed more than a cow, lisped out "Fortune!" and promptly passed out. Before or after my head hit the table I can't say.
When I next woke I seemed to be draped over a horse. Figuring it was all part of my hangover, I retched and returned to the land of unconsciousness.
By: Stormie
AN: Okay so I actually wrote this back in July, but I had a little reality interruption and am just now getting around to typing this up. Hopefully, the next chapter won't take as long. *crosses fingers* Enjoy!
I feel like the town drunkard in an early Irish film
aka Chapter 2
If there's anything I truly appreciate, it would definitely be transportation systems. It's ridiculous how quickly one can travel anymore. It took months for my superior and I to travel through a province in our chase of Inuyasha. Yet now the same journey can be accomplished in a day. Disgusting. So much time wasted, so much needless pain and discomfort. I would have sold my soul for a modern vehicle then...not that I knew of them then. Ignorance truly is bliss. Hmmm...and I suppose I really did sell my soul, but more of that later.
Anyway, Watakari-san and I must have traveled over, under, or through every inch of Japan. We followed rumors of Inuyasha sightings and Inuyasha-caused disasters. The man was blamed for everything - bad crops, floods, runaway cattle - you name it and he was supposedly behind it. Obviously, most were just farmers complaining or telling a tall tale to a friend, but it added to our travels. We would arrive somewhere hungry and sore just to learn it was another dead end. A wild goose chase of sorts.
Watakari-san sank into apathy. "Be thankful, Onigumo. We have lasted longer than any other sent after that wild Inuyasha. The gods have kept us safe away from him."
I did not share in his views. It had been nearly three years since my disownment. Three years without contact from my family or friends. I doubted my quest and cursed the pride that kept me from obeying my father's wishes.
The superstitious peasants with their fake sightings of our prey sickened me. Many times Watakari-san was forced to subdue me when I lost my temper and attacked people. I started brawls and lost myself in alcohol. All this the fault of that twice-damned Inuyasha! If only I had never heard his name!
Then one evening while drowning my problems beneath the waves of bad sake, I heard something bizarre from my drinking companion. The fact that I even had a fellow in inebriation was strange enough; I had been in that particular nameless shithole long enough for my reputation to have made itself known to the locals.
So, an unusual occurrence and some interesting news. What was the news? Well, my new found friend was a bounty hunter by the name of Takamoto Seiji. Seiji was hot on the trail of a Buddhist monk of unsavory character. Apparently the rouge had seduced a warlord's daughter the day before her wedding to the neighboring warlord; the girl committed suicide after realizing the disgrace she had brought to herself, her family, and her intended. Both warlords wanted the monk's head - preferably attached so they could have the pleasure of removing it. Seiji had the cunning sense to ask each of the lords for payment and lands.
"Ha! Once I catch the stupid bastard, I'll be better off than the fools that hired me." He spat. "The cowards. They were only too willing to pay whatever I asked. Seems the monk is a good friend of the infamous Inuyasha. His second-in-command if you believe the rumors."
I jumped to my feet and grabbed the front of Seiji's robes- well that's the way it was supposed to work. A table, a few dishes, and a serving girl got in the way. Crappy pigswill booze. After the commotion died down and damages were paid, Seiji shook his head. "Can't hold your liquor at all can you man?"
I shrugged. "Who cares about that? How close are you to catching the monk?"
Seiji narrowed his all ready slitty eyes. "Why? You aren't thinking of killing me and taking my reward are you? It won't work. All in writing."
I shook my head vehemently. "No! It's just...if he's Inuyasha's second well...the monk probably knows where he is and I've been after him for so long..."
Slowly the bounty hunter lowered the cup that he had just raised for a drink and whistled. Two of his front teeth were loose and when he whistled it looked like they would blow out and land in his drink. Strange thing to notice when I couldn't even tell how many Seijis were talking.
"Inuyasha huh? Crazy thing to hunt that but the reward..." The greed oozed from every part of the man. Suddenly, he clapped his hands together nearly making me fall in surprise. "It's settled then uhm Onigumo was it? To Kyushu!" He raised his cup. "A drink for our coming fortune!"
I raised my cup, wondering who had replaced my light cup with this one that weighed more than a cow, lisped out "Fortune!" and promptly passed out. Before or after my head hit the table I can't say.
When I next woke I seemed to be draped over a horse. Figuring it was all part of my hangover, I retched and returned to the land of unconsciousness.