Disclaimer: It's in chapter one.
This one might turn priority, since I've been working on the storyline a bit lately, plus Green Valentine Daquiri is ending. Someone better be reading this fanfic still... and if they are... they better review and get other people to RR too hint hint.
There was a cry of greeting from the masses as the lady stepped out. I blinked, somewhat confused. "She's... beautiful!" I gasped. The lady, who was supposed to be an elderly widow, was a stunningly radiant woman, and many of the prestigious men here were new suitors, it seemed. I was pushed out of my stunned being abruptly when Miroku walked up before the lady.
"Greetings. You are the alluring Seika-sama, correct?" He put on his best smile. "This humble monk and his group of companions wish to converse with you for a while, if the lady does not mind." He gestured over to us.
The woman blushed and beckoned him to the palace. "Of course! Of course! I am always free to speak to such a handsome Houshi-sama. Come! I'll treat you to a meal."
Inside, Seika seemed incredibly chatty, almost openly flirting with Miroku and InuYasha. "You know," she'd say, "Monks come here everyday, wanting to know what happened to me, but their all as old as I was or older. Now that I can, I'd much rather talk to a young man like you and his kawaii friends." She gestured to InuYasha and patted Shippou and Kirara on their heads.
Needless to say, Sango was fuming. Miroku tried to avoid her glares and continued the conversation. "Well, if that's the case, may I ask how you regained your beauty and youth? Did you use anything special, like a jewel sliver, or something like that?"
She looked to the ceiling in thought. "I suppose that I used something special. You see, what happened is this boy came to me with a queer looking little sphere in his hand. He said to me, 'You wish rebirth of your smooth skin and aesthetics that have slowly died through the years, correct?' And I said, 'Yes, I do.' Then the little sphere started flashing blue and red and twirling around..."
Blue and red? I thought. "What did the boy look like?!" I nearly slammed the table with my palms. Everyone looked at me with confused faces.
"H-he had really orange skin and sea-colored marks all over. He had odd crimson clothes and sunny hair--"
"That's him!" I turned to the others. "That's the guy that I saw in my dream! I think he has something to do with Papa!"
"Is that so?" InuYasha flexed his fingers. "Looks like we have a lead on what's going on." He looked to the now frightened lady. "Did he say anything else?"
She shook her head. "Iie. After this light enveloped me, I was alone in my room again." She picked up a mirror that she had nearby. "And I looked like this again."
"I think our lead just got disintegrated," said Sango. InuYasha and I sat back down. We were rude enough as it was, no sense in running out from our host.
Seika managed a smile again. "I'm sorry that I couldn't help you, but you don't think that what he's doing is malevolent, do you? I would be lying if I said that I wasn't worried. I may be vain, but I hold value to my soul."
"I don't know," I said, sighing, "I wish I did. If he, somehow, brought my father back to life, I would want it to not seem like he's doing evil. But, when I saw him in my dream, even though he looks about my age, he terrifies me."
"He seems otherworldly, doesn't he?" She picked up a cup of tea and sipped, then, upon placing it back on the table, continued, "I nearly screamed when I saw him in my room. I didn't hear the panels slide or any footsteps, but he was there before me all the same." She heaved a breath, as if to get a weight off of her. "Let's put this unpleasantness aside. You will be my guests for the night."
"I can sleep in your room," Miroku started up, "My training will ensure that nothing malignant or frightening comes to your room again tonight."
Sango rolled her eyes. "You're too kind, Houshi-sama."
"Don't think of it!" she said, "I will not allow my guests to work! I shall prepare two rooms: one for the boys and one for the girls. Is that all right?"
"That's perfect! Right, Houshi-sama?" Sango kept a smile as she said this, but her eyes were full of anger.
He laughed nervously. "Yes, perfect!"
We set off to see the farmer woman in the mourning. Her land, according to rumor, used to be fertile and full of vegetation. But in the past few years, her crops have withered and the topsoil was so dry that dust blew up in the air whenever wind came.
"I have a feeling," I said, "that this one has something to do with that boy, too."
Miroku nodded "It does seem similar. There seems to be a pattern of resurrection in it."
"Maybe it's another of Naraku's children!" Shippou jumped up in the bicycle basket he was riding.
"I don't think so. He dressed like he came from my era." I remembered how his clothes looked: bright red wifebeater and shorts, all looking like they were several sizes too big for him. He had scarves tied around his wrists and ankles, and a red bandana across his forehead, which seemed to pull up his eyes in a mischieviously childish look. But he didn't wear shoes, at least that I could remember.
InuYasha raised his brows. "But, if he's from you're era, how did he get here?"
I shook my head. "I don't know, but I think he somehow came with me. That sphere that she described, when he appeared to me in the dream, he pointed at my chest and the glow she described came from it, and my heartbeat got really weird."
"I don't like it," InuYasha growled. "Let's hurry to the next person! I want to get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible!"
Have you been waiting for a long chapter of this? I don't precieve the chapters gaining length anytime soon (but I'm hoping as much as you guys are; I hate short chapters!). Maybe, with some reviews, the constructive criticism could help... blatent advertisement.
This one might turn priority, since I've been working on the storyline a bit lately, plus Green Valentine Daquiri is ending. Someone better be reading this fanfic still... and if they are... they better review and get other people to RR too hint hint.
There was a cry of greeting from the masses as the lady stepped out. I blinked, somewhat confused. "She's... beautiful!" I gasped. The lady, who was supposed to be an elderly widow, was a stunningly radiant woman, and many of the prestigious men here were new suitors, it seemed. I was pushed out of my stunned being abruptly when Miroku walked up before the lady.
"Greetings. You are the alluring Seika-sama, correct?" He put on his best smile. "This humble monk and his group of companions wish to converse with you for a while, if the lady does not mind." He gestured over to us.
The woman blushed and beckoned him to the palace. "Of course! Of course! I am always free to speak to such a handsome Houshi-sama. Come! I'll treat you to a meal."
Inside, Seika seemed incredibly chatty, almost openly flirting with Miroku and InuYasha. "You know," she'd say, "Monks come here everyday, wanting to know what happened to me, but their all as old as I was or older. Now that I can, I'd much rather talk to a young man like you and his kawaii friends." She gestured to InuYasha and patted Shippou and Kirara on their heads.
Needless to say, Sango was fuming. Miroku tried to avoid her glares and continued the conversation. "Well, if that's the case, may I ask how you regained your beauty and youth? Did you use anything special, like a jewel sliver, or something like that?"
She looked to the ceiling in thought. "I suppose that I used something special. You see, what happened is this boy came to me with a queer looking little sphere in his hand. He said to me, 'You wish rebirth of your smooth skin and aesthetics that have slowly died through the years, correct?' And I said, 'Yes, I do.' Then the little sphere started flashing blue and red and twirling around..."
Blue and red? I thought. "What did the boy look like?!" I nearly slammed the table with my palms. Everyone looked at me with confused faces.
"H-he had really orange skin and sea-colored marks all over. He had odd crimson clothes and sunny hair--"
"That's him!" I turned to the others. "That's the guy that I saw in my dream! I think he has something to do with Papa!"
"Is that so?" InuYasha flexed his fingers. "Looks like we have a lead on what's going on." He looked to the now frightened lady. "Did he say anything else?"
She shook her head. "Iie. After this light enveloped me, I was alone in my room again." She picked up a mirror that she had nearby. "And I looked like this again."
"I think our lead just got disintegrated," said Sango. InuYasha and I sat back down. We were rude enough as it was, no sense in running out from our host.
Seika managed a smile again. "I'm sorry that I couldn't help you, but you don't think that what he's doing is malevolent, do you? I would be lying if I said that I wasn't worried. I may be vain, but I hold value to my soul."
"I don't know," I said, sighing, "I wish I did. If he, somehow, brought my father back to life, I would want it to not seem like he's doing evil. But, when I saw him in my dream, even though he looks about my age, he terrifies me."
"He seems otherworldly, doesn't he?" She picked up a cup of tea and sipped, then, upon placing it back on the table, continued, "I nearly screamed when I saw him in my room. I didn't hear the panels slide or any footsteps, but he was there before me all the same." She heaved a breath, as if to get a weight off of her. "Let's put this unpleasantness aside. You will be my guests for the night."
"I can sleep in your room," Miroku started up, "My training will ensure that nothing malignant or frightening comes to your room again tonight."
Sango rolled her eyes. "You're too kind, Houshi-sama."
"Don't think of it!" she said, "I will not allow my guests to work! I shall prepare two rooms: one for the boys and one for the girls. Is that all right?"
"That's perfect! Right, Houshi-sama?" Sango kept a smile as she said this, but her eyes were full of anger.
He laughed nervously. "Yes, perfect!"
We set off to see the farmer woman in the mourning. Her land, according to rumor, used to be fertile and full of vegetation. But in the past few years, her crops have withered and the topsoil was so dry that dust blew up in the air whenever wind came.
"I have a feeling," I said, "that this one has something to do with that boy, too."
Miroku nodded "It does seem similar. There seems to be a pattern of resurrection in it."
"Maybe it's another of Naraku's children!" Shippou jumped up in the bicycle basket he was riding.
"I don't think so. He dressed like he came from my era." I remembered how his clothes looked: bright red wifebeater and shorts, all looking like they were several sizes too big for him. He had scarves tied around his wrists and ankles, and a red bandana across his forehead, which seemed to pull up his eyes in a mischieviously childish look. But he didn't wear shoes, at least that I could remember.
InuYasha raised his brows. "But, if he's from you're era, how did he get here?"
I shook my head. "I don't know, but I think he somehow came with me. That sphere that she described, when he appeared to me in the dream, he pointed at my chest and the glow she described came from it, and my heartbeat got really weird."
"I don't like it," InuYasha growled. "Let's hurry to the next person! I want to get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible!"
Have you been waiting for a long chapter of this? I don't precieve the chapters gaining length anytime soon (but I'm hoping as much as you guys are; I hate short chapters!). Maybe, with some reviews, the constructive criticism could help... blatent advertisement.