The Scarlet Hand of Justice
Disclaimer: I do not own the Inuyasha characters (they belong to Rumiko Takahashi), nor do I own the storyline or characters of, the book, The Scarlet Pimpernel by the Baroness Orczy, or the musical, written by Nan Knighton and composed by Frank Wildhorn.
Paris, France, September 1792
The French Revolution raged on, and aristocrats were at the mercy of a bloodthirsty French citizenry, meeting
their deaths left and right at the infamous guillotine. All hope was not lost for the French aristocrats, though, for a
group of daring young men chose to defy the revolutionaries and free as many condemned individuals as they
could. They simply detested the horrible bloodbath the revolution had turned into.
These men were led by a handsome young Englishman, by the name of Sir Miroku Houshi, otherwise known
as The Scarlet Hand (of Justice). Sir Miroku was tall and thin, with dark black hair, which he pulled back into a
small ponytail. Sir Miroku led a double life, that of the dashing hero, the Scarlet Hand, and that of a simple
priest. Miroku's priesthood was merely a cover though, in order to detract attention from himself. His identity as
the Scarlet Hand had to be kept completely secret. Sir Miroku and his band (of merry men, j/k) had saved
numerous individuals from the guillotine, but their efforts still paled in comparison to the number that were
executed. The French streets ran thick with blood; thus, Miroku constantly kept an eye out for potential allies.
Although, he had to be very cautious that new allies could be trusted. The mission he had undertaken was very
dangerous.
Sir Miroku had not always lived such a life. He once lived the life of an English nobleman, owning a string of
acting companies, many of which performed for the King of England, himself, Lord Sesshomaru. Also, among
his many secrets, the heroic priest had another. He was married. Ah yes, to the beautiful and strong-willed
actress, Sango Saint Tajiya. He loved her with all his heart, but things between them were no longer blissful, as
they once were. Shortly after their marriage he had learned something terrible about her, something that had
broken his heart, something that threatened to destroy their relationship forever. His head, and all the evidence
told him that it was true, but his heart screamed that it couldn't be.
End of Chapter
Next Chapter: The Night I Met Her: Miroku reminisces about meeting his beloved Parisian beauty, Sango, when she performed in a play in England. It was love at first...SLAP?... Sango's brother, Kohaku, gets into a scrape, and Sango meets two very interesting men that night, having no idea they are one in the same!