"And after that nasty cat left, that was the last princess of our lands," Miroku finished, as they head into the city's gates.
Inu-Yasha had been shaking his head the whole time. He could see a princess who wanted to have a pure pink horse, but really? Five-headed goats? He made a mental note to himself that Miroku liked to tell tall tales.
They were on the edge of the markets when he felt it. A sting of energy coursed through his spine and caused him to go rigid. He had never, ever felt miko energy that powerful. Mikos were practically extinct anyway, quickly being replaced by the kisai. The few mikos that did exist in this day had only the remnants of a dying power running through their blood. But he was sure that this was more than just an ordinary miko. But by time the stiffness in his back had left, he was sure that she was gone.
He turned to Miroku, to ask about what happened, but he found the monk to be no where around. A quick sniff told him that the monk had moved to the more Northern part of the city. Trying to follow the scent with instinctually getting down on all fours and tracking it, his nose led him right into the middle of a large group of girls, who were being groped and shamelessly flirted with.
Inu-Yasha made another note: the monk was a lech.
"Miroku, I thought you were going to enter yourself in the tourney?" he called out through the girlish giggles and marriage proposals.
"I am Inu-Yasha. I just have business to attend to."
"Suuuure."
"Yes, these are very serious matters."
"Of course," Inu-Yasha replied sarcastically.
"Would you like to join in on our conversation?" Miroku asked amiably.
"I'd rather not. They look like the sort that would eat you alive." Inu-Yasha said dryly.
Miroku grinned, "I could only hope."
"So, which of you ladies would like to bear my child?"
The group of girls started giggling madly, and a few of the bolder ones inched even closer to Miroku than they already were-which was almost impossible from where Inu-Yasha was standing.
Inu-Yasha shook his head, and grabbed Miroku by his earrings, and led him towards the Registry.
"Aww, what'd you do that for? I was about to get a wife."
Inu-Yasha snorted, and said, "First off, those aren't even women."
Miroku shuddered and looked ill.
"They're not men, but they're not women. They're those bird people who eat their mates alive after sex. I tried to warn you back there, but you had to go and encourage them. Second off, you're what, 16? What do you need a kid for yet? You're a monk. That's an odd thing to want."
Miroku glared at the hanyou, who still hadn't let go of his earrings, and told him, "First off, I'm twenty-one. Second off, remember the curse I told you about? I need a child to remove it."
Inu-Yasha blinked at that explanation, and responded, "I thought you said you were going to see a kisai for that."
Miroku nodded, "I am. The curse will only be lifted if I have a child with this particular woman. I need a kisai to tell me who that woman is."
"That's a weird kind of curse."
"It was placed on my family fifty years ago. My grandfather was a bit of a lech. He used the wrong woman though, and her husband got so angry, he cursed him, so that he'd try to find his true love instead of using all the women he could find. Of course, it sort of did the opposite, and as he tried to find the right girl, he ended up sleeping with twice as many women as before. That's one of the reasons I want to fight in the tourney. The grandson of the man who cursed us is one of the criminals."
Inu-Yasha let go of Miroku's ear and stared at him incredulously.
"I am never moving to your town."
Miroku chuckled, and looked at the large building that Inu-Yasha had dragged him to.
"What is this?" he asked.
"It's the Registry. You do want to enter the competition don't you?"
"Of course!" Miroku said, puffing his chest out, much as Inu-Yasha had done earlier, and beat his fist against it.
"I am manly! Manly men fight! GARR!"
His companion rolled his eyes, and gave him a light shove.
"Haha, very funny."
Miroku grinned, "It is, isn't it? I rather thought so. It's almost like the time that we had this evil monkey . . . or was it a baboon . . . well, he came to our town and tried to buy all of our goods with these pieces of glass."
"I know you're lying about that one. Baboons. Hmph."
Inu-Yasha had been shaking his head the whole time. He could see a princess who wanted to have a pure pink horse, but really? Five-headed goats? He made a mental note to himself that Miroku liked to tell tall tales.
They were on the edge of the markets when he felt it. A sting of energy coursed through his spine and caused him to go rigid. He had never, ever felt miko energy that powerful. Mikos were practically extinct anyway, quickly being replaced by the kisai. The few mikos that did exist in this day had only the remnants of a dying power running through their blood. But he was sure that this was more than just an ordinary miko. But by time the stiffness in his back had left, he was sure that she was gone.
He turned to Miroku, to ask about what happened, but he found the monk to be no where around. A quick sniff told him that the monk had moved to the more Northern part of the city. Trying to follow the scent with instinctually getting down on all fours and tracking it, his nose led him right into the middle of a large group of girls, who were being groped and shamelessly flirted with.
Inu-Yasha made another note: the monk was a lech.
"Miroku, I thought you were going to enter yourself in the tourney?" he called out through the girlish giggles and marriage proposals.
"I am Inu-Yasha. I just have business to attend to."
"Suuuure."
"Yes, these are very serious matters."
"Of course," Inu-Yasha replied sarcastically.
"Would you like to join in on our conversation?" Miroku asked amiably.
"I'd rather not. They look like the sort that would eat you alive." Inu-Yasha said dryly.
Miroku grinned, "I could only hope."
"So, which of you ladies would like to bear my child?"
The group of girls started giggling madly, and a few of the bolder ones inched even closer to Miroku than they already were-which was almost impossible from where Inu-Yasha was standing.
Inu-Yasha shook his head, and grabbed Miroku by his earrings, and led him towards the Registry.
"Aww, what'd you do that for? I was about to get a wife."
Inu-Yasha snorted, and said, "First off, those aren't even women."
Miroku shuddered and looked ill.
"They're not men, but they're not women. They're those bird people who eat their mates alive after sex. I tried to warn you back there, but you had to go and encourage them. Second off, you're what, 16? What do you need a kid for yet? You're a monk. That's an odd thing to want."
Miroku glared at the hanyou, who still hadn't let go of his earrings, and told him, "First off, I'm twenty-one. Second off, remember the curse I told you about? I need a child to remove it."
Inu-Yasha blinked at that explanation, and responded, "I thought you said you were going to see a kisai for that."
Miroku nodded, "I am. The curse will only be lifted if I have a child with this particular woman. I need a kisai to tell me who that woman is."
"That's a weird kind of curse."
"It was placed on my family fifty years ago. My grandfather was a bit of a lech. He used the wrong woman though, and her husband got so angry, he cursed him, so that he'd try to find his true love instead of using all the women he could find. Of course, it sort of did the opposite, and as he tried to find the right girl, he ended up sleeping with twice as many women as before. That's one of the reasons I want to fight in the tourney. The grandson of the man who cursed us is one of the criminals."
Inu-Yasha let go of Miroku's ear and stared at him incredulously.
"I am never moving to your town."
Miroku chuckled, and looked at the large building that Inu-Yasha had dragged him to.
"What is this?" he asked.
"It's the Registry. You do want to enter the competition don't you?"
"Of course!" Miroku said, puffing his chest out, much as Inu-Yasha had done earlier, and beat his fist against it.
"I am manly! Manly men fight! GARR!"
His companion rolled his eyes, and gave him a light shove.
"Haha, very funny."
Miroku grinned, "It is, isn't it? I rather thought so. It's almost like the time that we had this evil monkey . . . or was it a baboon . . . well, he came to our town and tried to buy all of our goods with these pieces of glass."
"I know you're lying about that one. Baboons. Hmph."