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Inuyasha

The Wicked Child

Chapter III

Festivities In A Chary Village, Part One

I can't believe that you all thought that I was actually going to kill that monk! I'm appalled! I was not going to kill him in the first place. I'm offended! Okay... so maybe you think so because of what I've done to the killers back at the harem but I would not kill an innocent man! Although it was funny as hell when he actually thought that I was going to kill him, too funny. Heck, I even had Nazuna going a little bit, too. So I spooked up the guy-- no big deal, he'll be okay. Right?

Next subject, please.

Ah, the town of Hitomi-- a beautiful metropolis lively with activity. From the first look, Hitomi was comfortable, active, and it always seems that there is something to do there. Maybe I'm right, but look and listen carefully... despite the friendly natives, foreigners, militants, knights, and traders, there are definitely more going on than what meets the eye. For one, the taiyoukai whom is currently visiting the town is more than just a mere businessman... enough said. Second, a foreign dude, a companion of Sesshoumaru, absolutely radiates bad vibes.

With all these heavy concerns looming in the seemingly pleasant town, I also encounter with some pleasantries. I'm getting kind of giddy just thinking about him! Oh well... onward!

* * *

Miroku finally manages to plow himself from the tree. He discreetly reminded himself not to forget those three roving young women. He may just see them once again in the village.

Cerulean Raven-- no wait, her name was really Kagome. He certainly knew not to lose memory of her. The beautiful raven haired warrior with the eyes of a child, and the lithe figure of a healthy and sophisticated woman. Her legs were hell and damn did she had a nice booty on her! She was extremely enticing to him, and, yet at the same time, she was quite scary. Kagome clearly proved that she can handle her own problems-- by allowing her fists to do the talking. He prayed for those that might have to taste the cold steel she carries on her waist, goodness forbids. The kunoichi haven't seen the last of him, he vowed.

The second woman, Naz was her name, he recalled, was really pretty and she was actually concerned for his well-being. Judging from the garbs she wore, she must have been a close companion of Kagome. The nunchaku on her waist was a snitch-- obviously telling him that she was a kunoichi as well. Although she didn't seemed as experienced as Kagome was. Naz was nice; black hair in a bobbed ponytail, browns wide eyes, round head... quite nice. Her figure was nice but she wore a pair of baggy pants under her green tunic, thus making her look like a boy. A tomboy, he concluded.

The third woman, his name he didn't catch, was definitely not human. It's obvious! Her elfin ears gave her away, a youkai... or a half human/demon. She was indeed beautiful but she had a very mischievous quality about her. Medium length dark hair done in a bob and large, sharp auburn eyes, she was attractive in a strange way. Obviously, she wasn't in the least bit naive and she was nobody's fool with her sharp tongue and 'thug girl' persona. To Miroku, she seems to be the most experienced and also the most dangerous. Guess he will have to keep his distance from her. However, that did not stop his intentions on pursuing them.

Miroku smiled, thinking of all the possibilities of the day ahead and proceeded to disrobe himself and bathe in the hot springs.

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"Morning..." Nazuna greeted groggily as she descended the stairs of the inn to the lobby. "I slept, but I didn't slept like I wanted to." She spotted Kagome at one of the many round tables in the lobby. Apparently, she went shopping because she was no longer in her fighting robes. She wore a nice dark green long kimono with slits and it had stylish sunflower patterns on it. "I see you've been burning some money."

Kagome's head piped up from her booklet, as though her name was called. She titled her visage at Nazuna and immediately noticed the 'sleep dust' underneath her eyelids. "Looks like you slept well despite the fact that it was only a few hours." She grinned.

"Like I just said, I couldn't sleep like I wanted to." Nazuna responded in a cracking tone. "Is it noon already?" She went into a wide-mouthed yawn.

"Almost." Kagome replied succinctly. "And please cover your mouth when you're yawning." She then formed a mischievous smile. "Besides, you're going to draw any possible lechers with your mouth wide open like that."

Abruptly, Nazuna closed her mouth with a funny expressions, now aware of lecherous eyes on her. At least ten unknown men noticed her when she yawned. "Aw damn. Thanks for letting me know Kagome." She whispered to her friend.

"Nothing to it." Kagome winked. "You know that I'm always looking out for you, girl." A waitress just so happened to come around the table. "Excuse me, waitress!" She waved her hand as she tried to gain the blonde's attention. She approaches the table.

"Good day." She greeted. "What would you like to order?"

Kagome skimmed the menu. "Yes, I would like a mug of hot chocolate and some French toast." She looks over to Nazuna on the opposite end. "What would you like, Nazuna?"

"Hmm... I would like to order..." She found what she wanted for breakfast. "Yes, miso soup, fired catfish nuggets, and a cheese omelet... be easy on the eggs. Ooh, almost forgot, a glass of fruit punch."

"Nazuna," Kagome wondered, "don't you think that's a little too much? We're... um..." She noticed the waitress was still standing over them, scribbling down orders. So in order not to frighten her, she made something up. "We're models remember? We must watch what we eat."

"Huh?" Naz queried with an arched brow.

The waitress finished writing down the orders. "Thank you. Your order will be ready in fifteen minutes." She bowed and walked off.

Kagome noticed that the waitress had on a pink, body taut, loose flowing mini-skirt, in which she should avoid bending over as much as possible. Most of her height were her legs. "You know... that woman's kind of built." Kagome commented.

Nazuna immediately grimaced, noticing what Kagome was talking about. "What the!? Kagome, why are you staring at her like that? You're a player on the other team or something?" She slowly starts to scoot away in her chair, possibly embarrassed that they ordered breakfast together in the public.

Kagome saw what Nazuna was doing. "No, Nazuna. You should know by now that I do not roll that way." She clarified, her gaze still on the waitress. "What I mean is-- um, that waitress... look at her legs, she's an athlete... quite possibly a fighter."

Nazuna tilted her head to the side, slightly understanding what Kagome meant. "Eh? But you don't have to stare at her like that, Kagome. You almost made me think wrongly about you."

Kagome snapped a glare at the younger girl indignantly. "Well don't think that way, Nazuna! You know full time well that I'm not a dyke!!"

"Sir, would you please unhand me?" The waitress implore before a table consisted of four men, intimidated. One of the guys had his hand on her wrist.

"Aw. I just want to make an order." He replied in a false offended tone. "Me and my boys would like to order some koochie."

"You heathens!" She cried, looking at the few other customers in the lobby with pleading eyes in hopes anyone will help her. "You guys want to run a train!!? Ew!!"

Kagome dropped her head with a sigh in disappointment. "I stand incorrect. She is not a fighter..." Then a determined expression met her eyes.

"Uh oh. I certainly know what that means..." Said Nazuna, looking a little bored.

"No!" The waitress swore. "If you do anything to me, I'll make sure that you will not get away with it."

"C'mon sweet cheeks." One of the offenders whistled, tugging at her short skirt. "You're not wearing that little skirt for nothing. You're dying for affections."

Suddenly a silver fork shot across the lobby and impaled his hand.

"Shit!! What the hell!!!?" He demanded, cringing at the sight of his bloody hand. "That hurts!! Who the fuck threw the fork!!?"

"I did." Replied a female's voice.

"Look." Another one of the four pointed. "That broad with the green dress on."

Kagome stood and made her way towards their table. "Stinking pigs!! Don't any of you bastards have no shame? I wear a short skirt at times but you don't see any man's fingers trying to climb up in it. Because he knows that I don't play that shit." She stopped before them, arms akimbo and eyes glaring at them menacingly.

The waitress backs away of what might unfold.

"Listen bitch!" A hoodlum snapped. "You stay out of other people's business! If not, you can get that pretty little face of yours severely fucked up!"

"Yeah." The main hoodlum followed. "Now pull this silverware out my hand-- NOW!!"

Kagome raised a brow. "And if I don't?"

A hoodlum instantly attacks her as he charged. Kagome knew he was coming and just as the man closed in on her, she grabbed his arms as he tried to punch her and threw him to a faraway table. The hoodlum crashed through it and fell unconscious. "Well?"

The second thug took out a knife and charged at her, trying his damned best to stab her. Kagome easily dodges his futile attempts and decides to capitalize on his openings. During a misguided swing, Kagome gave a chop at his elbow which was followed by a loud snap of his broken bone. The man shrieks in agony over his newly acquired handicap and drops his knife. Then Kagome delivered a right hook to his jaw, causing his body to follow his head as he flipped sideways before he met the floor. "Next."

Already prepared, the third had a chair raised, intent on crashing down on Kagome's head. She took pity in his desperate attempt and punched right through the chair just before it can hit her to the man's face. He flew backwards and collided with the wall. Kagome smiled wickedly at the final thug. "Now for you, buster."

The final was the main one. His hand bloody from the fork. He stood, allowing his menacing stature to dawn on Kagome. Kagome was impressed, he was huge-- he was roughly over six foot four inches tall and weighing in at around two hundred twenty pounds. "Let's see that your moves work on me, bitch."

Kagome smiled, welcoming the challenge, but gasped as a surprisingly big fist nearly landed on her face. Kagome avoided his punch at the very last moment, surprised at his speed for being so big. She turned around just in time to block another impending punch and held it. "Not bad..."

"Stop while you're ahead, stupid kid." He retorted, struggling to free his fist from Kagome's grip. She surprised him too. Kagome was freakishly strong.

"Never." She let go of his fist and quickly hopped in the air and employed a back spin kick to his face. He almost fell on a table from the kick but he only stumbled in pain. He glares back at the girl, noticing she was crouched in a fighting stance.

"Damn you!" He charged at her, his anger getting the best of him. Kagome employed another kick but, to her surprise, he grabbed her lashing leg and threw her towards the wall. Using the momentum of his strength came allowed her feet to met the wall which prevented her from ramming into it, and jumped from it towards him. She came back to him with a flying kick from the wall and took him out.

"Watch out!!" The waitress exclaimed.

A previous thug had his knife out as he tried to sneak up on Kagome. Kagome did a back kick to the offender's nuts and she whirled around on him and gave him a powerful uppercut. The man did a high somersault from the force of the punch before meeting the floor again. Not only that, he spilled things from his pockets while airborne.

Drugs-- to be more specific, cocaine.

Nazuna nodded in sympathy. "Bless their souls..."

"Thank you ma'am." The waitress merited with a joyful face. "Those guys are always on the move."

Kagome looks at the waitress, cagily. "You know these guys?"

The waitress nodded. "Not really. Hoodlums like these are always raising hell in this town." She said. "While this town may be a major tourist attraction, the crime rate is moderately high. Too bad the visitors doesn't know about that."

"What?" Kagome beckoned with eyes wide. "Isn't there anyone doing anything about it?"

She nodded again. "No. The law don't give a damn. Heck, ninety percent of the heat in this town are crooked. Major crime, nobody does the time."

"Damn." Kagome sympathized. "How can you live comfortably in a town like this?"

"I know what you mean. Time I get my next paycheck I'm moving in with my sister up in Nakatani." She pauses in thought. "Speaking of the Nakatani, the princess is a regular visitor of this town. Come to think of it, you look a lot like her."

Kagome blanched, knowing that she meant Princess Soichano. "I know. But I have to wonder, why would she comes over to a place like this? Well, besides the festivals."

"Oh. She comes to watch the UBC."

"The UB-what?"

Nazuna giggled, remembering a joke she uttered earlier this morning.

"The Underground Battle Cult." She elucidated. "The Princess is an entity of immense spiritual powers but she desires to be a more physical person. An aspiring martial artist, may I add. As a matter of fact she donates a LOT of money to them."

"Clean money..." Kagome emphasized.

"You're right about that." Waitress acknowledged. " The UBC is crawling with menaces, pimps, gamblers, AWOL's, drug lords, you name it. It just screams dirty money." She went over and picks up the pack of cocaine from the floor and dumped it in a dumpster. "See what I mean?"

At that moment, a strange white hair man ambled into the inn. He was human, but his radiated a terrible aura. He looks around the lobby-- as if he were searching for something. His piercing deep green eyes met Kagome's brown/gray eyes briefly, then he averted and walked out the inn. Strange, this man had long white hair, he was dressed in midnight black military uniform and armor-- that of a foreigner. He had a wicked sword across his back, a sword well over six feet long which was encased in a expensive sheath. When he exited the inn, Kagome noticed the insignia of a halo and a lone angel wing on his cape... strange indeed.

Kagome eyes narrowed. "Who... was that?"

"That guy looked at you like you've stolen something, Kagome." Said Nazuna.

"The guy with the white hair?" Waitress asked. "Oh, he's in town for trading. A militant from another nation and a close friend of Sesshoumaru, the lord of the Western Lands."

Nazuna immediately piped up. "Did you say Sesshoumaru!!? Man, that guy is fine ass hell!! I don't care if he is a demon! He looks like an angel to me!"

And speaking of angels... "The insignia..." Kagome sated. "Something about him really creeps me out. Nazuna, be aware of that man. Do not even think about trying to woo him nor Sesshoumaru."

Nazuna snapped out of her blushing musings. "Um okay. But can I have Sesshoumaru?"

At that moment, a dude with long dark hair emerged from the leisure room and towards the exit. He had on red baggy robes and was wearing sandals. "Keh. Sesshoumaru... that punk. 'Lord of The Western Lands'!? Ohh, I'm scared."

Kagome smiled, relived of the acrimony she felt from the previous person. "He's cute? A regular around here?"

The waitress giggled. "That there would be Inuyasha." She clarified. "I think he's handsome too. He's a highly talented swordsman."

Kagome blushed. "Is that so?"

"Yeah. But you got to watch out for his best friend." She warned. "He's quite the skirt chaser. He's a honorable monk but he at times uses that as a charade to get into a woman's drawers."

Kagome made a face. "Lemme guess: Wide violet eyes, short black hair tied into a small ponytail..."

"You've guessed it."

"Miroku..."

"So you've already met him, I can tell."

"Yeah, he's got more 'bark' than bite." Kagome commented.

"Some hellified bark at that!" Nazuna laughed.

"Hey girls, aren't going to the festival? There's so--" Kagura entered the inn and then her eyes met crushed tables, bloodstains, and four unconscious men scattered on the floors of the lobby. "Damn! I missed the fun!"

Kagome turned to her friend. "I'm afraid not. I believe the real fun is just about to begin."

So his name is Inuyasha? He's attractive but I have other concerns and one of them is the foreigner with the ridiculously long sword. Rest assured, in a town with a insane crime rate like this something's bond to happen. And death could be lurking around any corner as far as we know. Plus, I have to wonder why would Princess Soichano associate with criminals. Doesn't she know?

That if she ever shows up...

NEXT CHAPTER

PART II

Acrimony In The Chary Village