Title: Fond Memories
Rating: T/PG-13
Word Count: 347
Genre: General/Humor
Pairings: Mushin > various ladies, implied Miroku > various ladies
Summary:Mushin fondly recalls the days of his youth as he looks forward to the future.
Mushin could fondly recall the days of his youth. Hours were spent talking to pretty young girls who giggled and blushed at his flattering words. Money was tossed aside for large quantities of alcohol as well as pretty women who would walk down the roads, clutching his arm. The days often blurred into one another as the alcohol seeped into his brain, but he didn't mind. The ladies and the alcohol more than made up for the hangovers and the slight cloudiness in memory.
How he missed those days. The fact that he was a monk never once stopped him from his lecherous ways. In fact, he had only passed them on to the boy who had come into his care years ago. Miroku had been a quick learner, eager to learn the secrets of women and alcohol. His young apprentice had made the ladies giggle and fawn over him even at a young age.
Having a youth in the temple had made him feel younger. He had found a reason to relive the days of his own boyhood through Miroku. The child he had come to view as a son was no longer around, fulfilling his duty to the curse placed upon his hand. There was no doubt in his mind that Miroku would put an end to the kazanna.
His boy was determined enough to defeat the demon who had cursed his family. Perhaps after he ended the curse, his boy would see fit to come back home. The old man's eyes lit up at the thought of women and alcohol surrounding him once more. It had been far too long since he had been in the presence of such a wonderful combination.
Clutching the jar of sake to his chest, Mushin settled down to have his nightly drink. He may not have as much energy as he once did but there would always be sake. Sweet, alluring sake, a liquid ambrosia to be sure. Drinking deeply, he smiled to himself. Life was good.
If only Miroku could hurry back, things would be even better.