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Important announcement! This story has finally broken 10,000 words! W00t!! pulls out bottle of Coke and blows top off, showering reviewers with sticky-sweet goodness
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Alawen of Mirkwood: Well, my summers ok so far: but dang, I'm totally exhausted. This what happens when you volunteer to help out at an Elementary School Summer Camp. :/ How's your summer? :D
K-chan9: That would be Capri Sun remembers old commercials of kids skateboarding around, then suddenly liquefy when they drink Capri sun. How are your fics going by the way?
Fred the Mutant Pickle: Have fun training, just don't get elemental-power happy like Me is... XD
Me: You know, I think I seriously regret sticking you into Earth, or any element for that matter, rofl. watches Me obliterate Gamja's fic 8( heh, j/k.
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One last important announcement: I will be gone during June the 20-July the 9th for a camp. I probably will have computer access, but it is yet to be seen whether or not I'll have time to work on my fic.
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The arid landscape twinkled in fatal mischief as the high noon sun roared down on the meditating monk. The great Big-Hot-Eye-In-The-Sky showed no mercy, so Miroku showed no mercy to the surrounding terrain.
"Kaze. Kuda. Hitofuki. Naoki. Gust Tunnel!" A tunnel five feet wide and with vicious, rotating blades at the "head" screamed out of Miroku's hand and pummeled the sand dune in front of him. Grains of sand picked up from the force of the blow and created a small sand storm, creating a miniature dune off to the side.
'Alright, levitation time.' "Kaze. Hishou. Kuuchuufuyou. Levitation!"
### (A/N: See below) After a second or two of concentrating, Miroku kneeled slightly, then blasted off like a rocket in to the sky, turning into a near-invisible pin prick against the blue of the horizon. He swerved back at a breakneck velocity, then floated to a stop six feet of the ground.
"Kaze. Bofuu. Kigen.Reizu. Uplifting Gale!" A huge gust of wind erupted out of nowhere and began picking up the occasional stone dotting the desert. Concentrating, Miroku blew them around in a seemingly random fashion and began concentrating for his next step.
'Let's see if my ability to hit moving targets has improved.' "Kaze. Utsu. Yari. San. Wind Spear!" The wind spears came out of his hand like they did that fateful day and headed toward the rocks.
'Come on, concentrate... a little more to the left...' Unfortunately, his efforts were wasted as his Wind Spears missed their target by several feet. 'Kuso... waste of time.'
Letting out a sigh of frustration and exhaustion, he decided to meditate to burn off some stress. 'Musn't be angry, be calm...calm..'
It took him a while, but he finally decided that his anger had burned off enough to continue training. By now the sun was beginning to set and the chill of the desert had started to creep into his skin.
'Well, time to practice poison and then go back to headquarters.' "Kaze. Doku. Suiaaaachoo!!" 'Did someone just insult me?' He thought. 'Probably my dear Sango.'
Lost in his thoughts, Miroku put a loose grip on his staff as he mulled over a few things.
'I had thought that now that Sango and I are back together, we would have an easier time in our relationship.' He sighed, and continued thinking, 'Yet it's as if someone put a barrier in between us: I can't find the time for her and if I happen to, she simply ignores me or she is too busy to pay any attention.
'I can tell by the pained look in her eyes that she is constantly worrying about young Kohaku. I can only hope that she can conquer her fears before they conquer her.
'Sometimes, I just can't figure out where she gets the strength to continue with life and keep on fighting even after she's lost so much: her family, her friends, her life among her fellow taijyas... sure, I've never seen my own mother and "lost" my father, but I never saw my mother die in front of me, or had my family get wiped out due to a trap set up by some demon. My dear Sango never ceases to amaze both physically and mentally. Speaking of physical attributes...'
His mind visualized Sango's soft bottom (with every detail included of course: he touched and had seen that bottom too many times to create just a vauge image of it) , and the large boomerang or (preferably) the beautifully sculpted hand that soon followed. He could almost feel the slap/thwack on his head, causing the tired monk to chuckle. 'With a body that beautiful, it's well worth it.'
His mind wandered off again, but this time to his and his companion's dire situation. 'The main problem is getting out: how are we supposed to escape from this imprisoning world? We certainly can't create another portal like the hole that used to be in my hand, we don't have that kind of expertise. Perhaps if we gathered our powers...?
'Nah.' Breathing in the rapidly cooling night air, he stood up and brushed himself off with his hands. 'Well, time to go home.' "Kaze. Hishou. Kuuchuufuyou. Levitat-"
"Not so fast bouzo!" came a high-pitched voice behind him.
When he whirled around, he saw nothing. But Miroku soon trained in on the odd whooshing sound that was bothering his ears. He looked up...
Just in time to see a large, bear sized creature with razor-edged wings swoop down at him, intent on severing his head and snacking on what was left.
'Kuso, it's closing time and these bakas appear...#sigh# time to take out the trash.' He whipped his staff out into a defensive stance and began setting up a trap.
'Kaze. Keigai. Susamajii. Disrupting Wind!" the gust blew fiercely, lashing out at the flying demons and disrupting their flight pattern.
Wait a sec... demons? Plural? This day just kept getting better and better.
Despite the heavy gale that buffeted them, the winged demons managed to regroup and formed a wedge formation, apparently keen on not letting him escape. Too bad they didn't realize one little fact:
They were designed by Akuma to combat humans who were stuck on the ground. And Miroku was anything BUT stuck on the ground.
Moments before the struck, Miroku let himself... "feel" his elemental power. Tapping into it, he blasted off again without having to mutter an incantation. Utterly bewildered, the demons swerved around and attempted to attack the now soaring monk, but they had already lost much of their momentum by swerving around. Their sluggish movements were easily predicted and dodged by Miroku.
"Kaze. Doku. Bakuha. Sui. Acidic Blast!" A blast of purple gas shot out of Miroku's open palms as the winged fiends charged their quarry. Most of them managed to dodge in time, but two failed to do so, resulting in a very painful death by melting. The falling youkais managed to let out one last agonized shriek before the acid overtook their throats, silencing them forever.
The leader of the squad screeched out, "Top-Bottom Pincer! Three on left, three on right!"
'Hmm, planning to corner me, eh? Then try this on for size...' "Kaze. Atemi. Soujuu. Boufuu. Manipulating Wind!"
The confusion plain even on their ugly faces, the youkai squadron attacking on Miroku's left kept flapping towards him.
Soon, they found themselves blown into a crash course with their comrades attacking fro mthe right, with the monk nowhere to be found. The crash resulted in the dicing of four demons and one being wounded, the injured one vainly flapping its wings while on its death plunge.
'And now for the rest.' "Kaze. Utsu. Yari. San!" Once again, the spears of carapace-piercing wind screamed their way toward the two remaining demons. One was pierced through the chest, its life gurgling out of its mouth and the gaping hole in its torso. The other one was scratched on the wing, enraging it beyond words.
"Once I get my hands on you human, I will make you wish you were never born!"
"You just try that!" Staff clashed against claws as the two airborne fighters met each other head on, their weapons a blur as they furiously slugged it out. But eventually...
"Got you!" The bladed end of the staff sliced through the neck of the winged youkai, killing it instantly and spraying the victorious monk with life fluids. Finally allowing himself to relax, he settled down on the ground and wiped his staff on the sand.
'Whew, glad that's over. Sango, hear I come!'
-Sango's Training area-
As she was packing up her equipment to head back to headquarters, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
'Why do I have the feeling that something terrible is going to happen tonight? And why do I feel that Houshi-sama is involved in this?' (A/N: take a guess why Sango had her premonition. XD)
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And that's that.
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###= When Miroku is blasting off, just think of how Neo from The Matrix blasts off: knees slightly bent, arms bent as if he was running, and then blast off. :D