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And now for reviewer notes:
Cherry: Don't eat old Easter candy. EVER. You get even more hyper than I
am, and that is really scary. In fact, go ahead and make "old Easter candy"
#64. I sent you a letter with 61, 62, and 63, so don't worry about it.
Dark Jaded Rose: You are my most faithful reviewer and I love you for that.
Thank you so much, you encourage me and we Evo folk do have to stick
together since about 95% of the Evo writers died.
Samsonite: Heh. I am crazy. Thank you. I don't know if I'll put Sesshy in
yet, but remember that's a yet. Right now he doesn't fit into this story.
Any one else I forgot, sorry. I love you all and your reviews brighten my day. Read ON!
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Culture Shock
"I hate that damn mouse!" Inuyasha shouted as he entered the house, smelling of pizza and plastic balls.
"I hate Trigonometry!" Kagome shouted as she entered the house, toting a five ton backpack and several weighty books.
"I hate small, grouchy children!" Miroku shouted as he entered the house, rubbing his butt and trying to keep the bite mark on his thumb from bleeding.
"I love recess!" Shippo screamed as he entered the house, bouncing with joy after his first day of school.
Ayako and Seito came inside and joined the four. "It's tough living in America, isn't it?"
Inuyasha grunted. "You put on that stupid costume and tell me how you feel afterwards!"
Seito and Shippo were the only ones who were happy. Shippo had wowed all the kids on the playground by turning into the pink blimpy-thing and letting them ride on him. Seito had received just as much popularity by telling everyone that Shippo was HIS friend and was staying at HIS house.
Ayako turned to Miroku. "So how was your day?" she asked the monk, who had been staring at her fanny.
He looked at her chest as he spoke. "Well, it was my day to tell stories at the library. . ."
Ayako interrupted him. "I'm up here, you perv." She pointed to her face.
"Oh, sorry. Well, anyway. . ." He switched to Japanese to tell the story the best he could.
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"Okay, kids!" the overly-cheerful and slightly fruity male librarian smiled. "Today is a special day because we have a special friend! Are you guys ready?"
"YEAH!!!!" screamed all thirty kids.
"It's time for. . . STORY TIME WITH MIROKU!"
"YAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!" the thirty four-year-olds screamed at the top of their lungs.
Miroku came out shyly and waved to them. "Hello." He was wearing what he normally wore, and carrying his staff.
One small Asian kid in the group stared at him. "Wow! Are you a monk?"
Miroku smiled. "Well, I used to be before I came here. Now I tell stories to kids like you."
One blonde, curly haired tyke piped up. "The man on TV said that you're going to hell!"
"No he's not! You only go to hell if you lie to your mommy or steal cake on your birthday." The brown-haired little boy eyed Miroku. "Right?"
"Uhh. . ."
Another youngster, this time a carrot-mopped boy, added his two cents. "Grown-ups don't lie to their mommies or steal cake. They do other stuff like steal candy from grocery stores and smoke cigarettes and say bad words."
A small, African American girl with tiny braids stared at the Japanese monk wide eyed. "Have you ever stolen candy or smoked or said bad words?"
"Uh, no, but. . ."
"Butt's a bad word!" screamed a Mexican girl in the front row. "He said butt! He's going to hell!"
Sixty hands clamped over thirty mouths. "Um mum mum! Miroku said a bad word!"
"But's not a bad word! I said but to mean "on the other hand" or "besides.""
The thirty kids glanced at each other. "Oh."
"Can I tell the story now? Or are you done deciding my eternal fate?" The sarcasm flew over the heads of the tots. "Good. Today I'll be telling you a story about the fabled Jewel of Four Souls. It begins with a priestess and a half-demon. . ."
"Demons are like the devil!" The girl who had brought up the subject of hell piped up.
"Oh, but not in Japan. In Japan, demons can be good or bad, depending on what they want. We call them youkai."
"Yo guy?" said one boy, scratching his head. "What's that mean?"
"No, youkai. It's the Japanese form of demon. Well, anyway, the half- youkai fell in love with this priestess, who was named Kikyo." Mentally, he shuddered at the mention of her name. Kikyo was evil and possibly the only beautiful woman in the entire Sengoku Jidai he HADN'T asked to bear his child.
A girl interrupted him. "Was Kikyo pretty?"
"Yes."
"Why would a demon fall in love with a priestess? Wouldn't she be out to hurt him or send him back to hell?" the carrot-top asked. His eyes widened in horror. "And wouldn't she have cooties?"
"EWWWWWWWWW!" screamed every boy in the room.
Miroku clenched his teeth. "No, demons don't come from hell in the story, and he's only HALF demon. Anyway, Kikyo was the guardian of the Jewel of the Four Souls, or Shikon No Tama. The jewel had the power to make any youkai stronger if the youkai possessed it. The half-demon, whose name is Inuyasha, planned to steal the jewel to become full demon first. But as he fell in love with Kikyo, he changed his mind. He would use it to become a full human."
"There's a guy at Chuck E. Cheese named Inuyasha!" shouted a brunette girl with her hair in a pony tail. "Hey! He has white hair! Is he the Inuyasha from the story?!"
Miroku paled. "Uh. . . uh. . . no. No. Not at all."
"Oh, okay."
"So, anyway, one day, a bad demon named Naraku came along and tried to kill Kikyo. He was disguised as Inuyasha, so Kikyo thought Inuyasha had betrayed her. She went after the REAL Inuyasha, which made him mad. So, Inuyasha decided to steal the Shikon No Tama!"
The kids all gasped. "HE'S GOING TO HELL!" screamed the little boy who had first mentioned stealing.
"Well, not quite yet. Kikyo caught up to him, but she was fatally wounded. She shot a magic arrow, which pinned him to a tree and put him in a deep sleep. Then Kikyo died."
A girl in the front row burst into tears. "This story is stupid," grumbled a skinny blond boy in the back.
"Yeah! Tell us a cooler story! This one is dumb!"
"Yeah! Tell us about Superman!"
"No, about a princess!"
Miroku held up his hands for silence. "If you don't want me to finish, fine. But I'm not telling any other story. If you want me to make it more interesting, I can, but you have to SHUT UP!"
"SHUT UP'S A BAD WORD!" screamed the Mexican girl.
All thirty kids said "Um mum mum mum mum!!"
"Do you want me to continue?" They all nodded. "Fine. After 50 years. . ."
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Oooh! Cliffhanger! Story Time with Miroku part two will come tomorrow. I promise. It's late though, and I can't write any more without this chapter being incredibly long.
I feel so sorry for Miroku. Little American kids can be brats. I've actually read to kids before and had some of the same reactions. Not as many, but I can sympathize.
Review! I heart reviews!
Any one else I forgot, sorry. I love you all and your reviews brighten my day. Read ON!
~~~~~~~~~
Culture Shock
"I hate that damn mouse!" Inuyasha shouted as he entered the house, smelling of pizza and plastic balls.
"I hate Trigonometry!" Kagome shouted as she entered the house, toting a five ton backpack and several weighty books.
"I hate small, grouchy children!" Miroku shouted as he entered the house, rubbing his butt and trying to keep the bite mark on his thumb from bleeding.
"I love recess!" Shippo screamed as he entered the house, bouncing with joy after his first day of school.
Ayako and Seito came inside and joined the four. "It's tough living in America, isn't it?"
Inuyasha grunted. "You put on that stupid costume and tell me how you feel afterwards!"
Seito and Shippo were the only ones who were happy. Shippo had wowed all the kids on the playground by turning into the pink blimpy-thing and letting them ride on him. Seito had received just as much popularity by telling everyone that Shippo was HIS friend and was staying at HIS house.
Ayako turned to Miroku. "So how was your day?" she asked the monk, who had been staring at her fanny.
He looked at her chest as he spoke. "Well, it was my day to tell stories at the library. . ."
Ayako interrupted him. "I'm up here, you perv." She pointed to her face.
"Oh, sorry. Well, anyway. . ." He switched to Japanese to tell the story the best he could.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Okay, kids!" the overly-cheerful and slightly fruity male librarian smiled. "Today is a special day because we have a special friend! Are you guys ready?"
"YEAH!!!!" screamed all thirty kids.
"It's time for. . . STORY TIME WITH MIROKU!"
"YAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!" the thirty four-year-olds screamed at the top of their lungs.
Miroku came out shyly and waved to them. "Hello." He was wearing what he normally wore, and carrying his staff.
One small Asian kid in the group stared at him. "Wow! Are you a monk?"
Miroku smiled. "Well, I used to be before I came here. Now I tell stories to kids like you."
One blonde, curly haired tyke piped up. "The man on TV said that you're going to hell!"
"No he's not! You only go to hell if you lie to your mommy or steal cake on your birthday." The brown-haired little boy eyed Miroku. "Right?"
"Uhh. . ."
Another youngster, this time a carrot-mopped boy, added his two cents. "Grown-ups don't lie to their mommies or steal cake. They do other stuff like steal candy from grocery stores and smoke cigarettes and say bad words."
A small, African American girl with tiny braids stared at the Japanese monk wide eyed. "Have you ever stolen candy or smoked or said bad words?"
"Uh, no, but. . ."
"Butt's a bad word!" screamed a Mexican girl in the front row. "He said butt! He's going to hell!"
Sixty hands clamped over thirty mouths. "Um mum mum! Miroku said a bad word!"
"But's not a bad word! I said but to mean "on the other hand" or "besides.""
The thirty kids glanced at each other. "Oh."
"Can I tell the story now? Or are you done deciding my eternal fate?" The sarcasm flew over the heads of the tots. "Good. Today I'll be telling you a story about the fabled Jewel of Four Souls. It begins with a priestess and a half-demon. . ."
"Demons are like the devil!" The girl who had brought up the subject of hell piped up.
"Oh, but not in Japan. In Japan, demons can be good or bad, depending on what they want. We call them youkai."
"Yo guy?" said one boy, scratching his head. "What's that mean?"
"No, youkai. It's the Japanese form of demon. Well, anyway, the half- youkai fell in love with this priestess, who was named Kikyo." Mentally, he shuddered at the mention of her name. Kikyo was evil and possibly the only beautiful woman in the entire Sengoku Jidai he HADN'T asked to bear his child.
A girl interrupted him. "Was Kikyo pretty?"
"Yes."
"Why would a demon fall in love with a priestess? Wouldn't she be out to hurt him or send him back to hell?" the carrot-top asked. His eyes widened in horror. "And wouldn't she have cooties?"
"EWWWWWWWWW!" screamed every boy in the room.
Miroku clenched his teeth. "No, demons don't come from hell in the story, and he's only HALF demon. Anyway, Kikyo was the guardian of the Jewel of the Four Souls, or Shikon No Tama. The jewel had the power to make any youkai stronger if the youkai possessed it. The half-demon, whose name is Inuyasha, planned to steal the jewel to become full demon first. But as he fell in love with Kikyo, he changed his mind. He would use it to become a full human."
"There's a guy at Chuck E. Cheese named Inuyasha!" shouted a brunette girl with her hair in a pony tail. "Hey! He has white hair! Is he the Inuyasha from the story?!"
Miroku paled. "Uh. . . uh. . . no. No. Not at all."
"Oh, okay."
"So, anyway, one day, a bad demon named Naraku came along and tried to kill Kikyo. He was disguised as Inuyasha, so Kikyo thought Inuyasha had betrayed her. She went after the REAL Inuyasha, which made him mad. So, Inuyasha decided to steal the Shikon No Tama!"
The kids all gasped. "HE'S GOING TO HELL!" screamed the little boy who had first mentioned stealing.
"Well, not quite yet. Kikyo caught up to him, but she was fatally wounded. She shot a magic arrow, which pinned him to a tree and put him in a deep sleep. Then Kikyo died."
A girl in the front row burst into tears. "This story is stupid," grumbled a skinny blond boy in the back.
"Yeah! Tell us a cooler story! This one is dumb!"
"Yeah! Tell us about Superman!"
"No, about a princess!"
Miroku held up his hands for silence. "If you don't want me to finish, fine. But I'm not telling any other story. If you want me to make it more interesting, I can, but you have to SHUT UP!"
"SHUT UP'S A BAD WORD!" screamed the Mexican girl.
All thirty kids said "Um mum mum mum mum!!"
"Do you want me to continue?" They all nodded. "Fine. After 50 years. . ."
~~~~~~~
Oooh! Cliffhanger! Story Time with Miroku part two will come tomorrow. I promise. It's late though, and I can't write any more without this chapter being incredibly long.
I feel so sorry for Miroku. Little American kids can be brats. I've actually read to kids before and had some of the same reactions. Not as many, but I can sympathize.
Review! I heart reviews!