Mesuinu's Quest
Chapter Three at Last: Gaav Reborn? Probably Not.
(This is being done as a text file, since this comp doesn't have Word. It may look messed up when loaded. I don't even have a disk to save this on either....but the fans demand updates, and I have to get even with Mesuinu. =P)
Mesuinu takes a deep breath. "I barely got out of that one. That was close. I have a quest to complete, and I don't need to meet other people's mothers. I have my own to find. If he wasn't so delusional, he might have been able to help me. Oh well, I'll have to find her on my own.", Mesuinu comments to herself looking behind her as she walks off in the street. Suddenly she stops and finds that she has run into a tall and handsome young human male with short red hair and blue eyes. At his side is a well-crafted sword.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊHe was tall, very tall, but handsome. He didn't look too bright, and he seemed friendly peering through his rough exterior. The hilt of his sword was well worn, marking him out as a swordsman. His hair was short and spikey on top and long towards the back. His hair stopped at the base of his shoulder blades. The way it was cut looked as though the original intent was to dice the whole long locks off, but some spiteful magic prevented him from doing so. He didn't seem to be the mercinary type or someone simply looking for trouble. However, Mesuinu knows personally that looks can be deceiving.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊThe two lock eyes. Looking up at him, he didn't seem so tall afterall. Probably about a foot taller than herself. Very fortunate for her that he wasn't seven or eight feet tall, she'd have passed out before making eye contact. "Excuse me!", the swordsman and the priestess exclaim at the same time. Mesuinu giggles and blushes. It was so cute that Xellos-papa would start digging his grave if he was there.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊHe had pleasant features and a firm body. He was strong, but he wasn't bulky. His stomach is a bit plump, showing that he enjoys to eat, and eat a lot. His innate charm causes the mysterious miko's slanted eyes to open into wide adorableness.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊThere is something about him, that pulls her towards him. Some sort of weird chemical reation or magnitism. Or it could be how beautiful and well-crafted his sword is. Several women find a mystical sword to be very attractive in a man. =P
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊShe finds herself leaning foward, her eyes closing in a way that she has never closed them before. She feels his nose press against her nose and she realises that he is leaning down towards her. His nose is gentle and warm. She wraps her arms around his neck as she nuzzles with him. His arms slowly wrap around her waist. She breathes in the rich stew of his breath and he takes in the sweet melody of hers. Their lips move towards each other's slowly.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"It's my fault.", the swordsman insists, interupting Mesuinu's fantasy. Mesuinu blushes profusely, realizing where her mind had been wandering. "That isn't like me!", she blurts out loud. "Oh, no, it's my fault." "No, no, no! The fault is completely mine.", the priestess insists, her eyes slitting to her normal mysterious status quo. "Oh no, I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going. It wasn't like you appeared out of nowhere.", the swordsman explains. Mesuinu sweatdrops apprehensively. In all honesty, she did appear out of nowhere, but she couldn't tell him that. "Oh, no, completely not your fault. I was the one who wasn't paying attention.", Mesu insists.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"I'm really sorry, but it really is my fault."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"My fault! Really it is!"
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Not at all. I'm really sorry, but the fault is mine."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Men are SO stubborn! It's my fault!"
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"No, no, I'm pretty sure it's mine. I have a habit of bumping into people, so it's my fault."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Men NEVER admit when they're wrong, so it's OBVIOUSLY my fault."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Not all men do...I've had a harsh upbringing. It's my fault."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Yah, well my father has had a harsh fatherhood. That doesn't affect who's to blame, and that person to blame for this bumping into is me!"
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"I'm sorry, but I can't let you blame yourself when it's clearly my fault."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊThe sun slowly begins to set over the city, calling forth the dark of evening.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"How about we just leave it at us both being at fault?", Mesuinu suggests.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"I don't know...."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Otherwise we'll be here all day."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"I guess, but the next time I bump into you, it's definately my fault.", the swordsman informs.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Very well.", Mesuinu replies thinking that it would probably be her fault next time.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊThe swordsman takes his leave. Mesuinu sighs, wondering if she should go ahead and get dinner or follow him. There was something about him that Mesuinu couldn't place a finger on. "He's clearly no ordinary swordsman. There's something different about him."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊAs fate would have it, an opportunity, an excuse to follow, prevents itself to the priestess. Glancing down, she notices his finely crafted sword on the ground. "That's, his sword? What's it doing on the ground? Did he lose it, or did he drop it on purpose? Did he want me to follow him, or his he trying to frame me as a thief?" Mesuinu sighs, picking up the sword. Moral debates have always been lost to her. Although well-crafted, feeling it in her hands, she can tell right away that it's not magical, and therefore worthless to her. She shrugs her shoulders. "I wanted an excuse."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊCradling the sword carefully in her hands, Mesuinu pushes through the crowd. Her grip is deadly, not desiring the sword to be loosed from her half-mazoku hands. Finally, she makes it through the crowd and to her pr...to the swordsman.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Excuse me.", she appologizes tapping him on the shoulder. He spins around startled, drawing his sword from his sheath of which both are not there. Mesuinu sweatdrops and holds out his sword. "You dropped this.", the miko explains.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊThe swordsman sighs, relieved. He smiles briefly before an apprehensive look crosses his face. He takes the sword gently from her. "Thanks. I keep losing swords. I thought this one was going to be safe since I kept a hold of it for so long. Thanks...uh..." "Mesuinu. I am the Priestess Mesuinu of the God of Secrets." "Thank you very much. I'm Garth.", the swordsman replies giving his name. "Gaav?" "No, Garth." "Ah, sorry."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊA moment of silence ensues as the two simply stand around taking up space and time. "So, you've been having problems losing your sword? I can fix that."
"You can?", Garth inquires.
"Of course I can. I'm a priestess afterall. It's a simple spell based on scrying spell. Instead of finding a lost item, the lost item finds you. It's not the...*growl*...*growl*...diff...*growl*...ic...*growl*ult."
"^^;; Looks like you're...*growl* hungry...*growl*too. How about you cast your spell on my sword and I buy you dinner?", Garth comments.
"You've got yourself a deal!", Mesuinu proclaims.
Before long, the duo find themselves at an eating establishment.
"Eat as much as you like. I'm buying.", Garth informs.
"Oh you are SO going to regret that as much as the last guy!", Mesuinu informs.
"The last guy?", Garth wonders, feeling slightly worried.
"Yah, some guy came up to me and offered to buy me lunch. I must say, I was supicious. A stranger offering to buy me lunch for no reason. As it turned out though, it was a case of mistaken identity. For some reason he thought I was his long lost sister.", the miko admits.
"It was probably a bad pick-up line. He probably uses that excuse on every girl he meets."
"Well better that than groping and asking to bear his child. I've heard stories of a monk that does just that, but fortunately he's in a completely different anime.", Mesu blurts out.
"True, but this is a fanfic afterall, and there's probably little to stop the writer from doing a cross-over fic.", Garth comments.
"Nah, she wouldn't dare. Besides, I killed her in one of her other Slayers fics. She knows better than to mess with Mesuinu.", the daughter of Xellos boasts.
"Hasn't that been done before? As I recall, Exel in the anime was killed her creator.", Garth notes.
(Wonder how many anime references I can shove into this fanfic? As many as Mesuinu will allow me to. =P)
"Hey Garth, do you think that maybe you're a Slayers version of Kurama from Yu Yu Hakusho?", Mesuinu questions.
"Not likely. Though we both have the same color hair and eyes, please note that I use a sword and not a rose whip.", Garth replies.
"Speaking of roses, maybe you're modeled after a certain Rose Duelist. ^.~"
"Not likely. Utena has pink hair...well in the anime. She's blonde in the manga.", Garth informs.
"ÂÂ Wrong duelist.", Mesu scowles.
"Oh. Same anime, right? Well, anyway, I think if anything, I'm probably modeled off of the writer's boyfriend.", Garth comments.
"Well, you do share names with him, but you don't look anything like him."
"You don't look anything like her."
"Thank the Porcelian Diety for that one!", Mesuinu praises.
"You know, I could stop writing this.", a voice from out of nowhere speaks.
"Yah, but the fans demand you write!", Mesu retorts.
"Yah, and my Inuyasha fic is way overdue for an update.", the voice speaks again.
"You know, this time it's YOU derailing it. You and your endless anime references."
"Gomen ne sunao ja nakute."
"You did it again.", Mesu informs.
"Hush. Let's get on with the story. I'm sure you're hungry."
Mesuinu falls over in her chair falling loudly onto the floor. Her face turns blue from hunger while her stomach roars like a ravenous dragon, thus scaring some of the patrons.
"I forgot."
Garth slowly helps Mesuinu backs up in her seat and quickly calls for a server and two menus. Of course, it didn't take long for either of them to order.
"I'll have everything on the left side of the menu and all of the wines on the back of the menu.", Mesuinu orders.
"Everything on the left, everything on the right, triple portions."
The waiter sweatdrops profusely. This would be as difficult an order as the legendary red haired sorceress and dimwitted swordsman who it is said to have eaten many a restaurant out of business.
(To be continued in Chapter Four, where the identity of who the swordsman really is will really be revealed!)
Chapter Three at Last: Gaav Reborn? Probably Not.
(This is being done as a text file, since this comp doesn't have Word. It may look messed up when loaded. I don't even have a disk to save this on either....but the fans demand updates, and I have to get even with Mesuinu. =P)
Mesuinu takes a deep breath. "I barely got out of that one. That was close. I have a quest to complete, and I don't need to meet other people's mothers. I have my own to find. If he wasn't so delusional, he might have been able to help me. Oh well, I'll have to find her on my own.", Mesuinu comments to herself looking behind her as she walks off in the street. Suddenly she stops and finds that she has run into a tall and handsome young human male with short red hair and blue eyes. At his side is a well-crafted sword.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊHe was tall, very tall, but handsome. He didn't look too bright, and he seemed friendly peering through his rough exterior. The hilt of his sword was well worn, marking him out as a swordsman. His hair was short and spikey on top and long towards the back. His hair stopped at the base of his shoulder blades. The way it was cut looked as though the original intent was to dice the whole long locks off, but some spiteful magic prevented him from doing so. He didn't seem to be the mercinary type or someone simply looking for trouble. However, Mesuinu knows personally that looks can be deceiving.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊThe two lock eyes. Looking up at him, he didn't seem so tall afterall. Probably about a foot taller than herself. Very fortunate for her that he wasn't seven or eight feet tall, she'd have passed out before making eye contact. "Excuse me!", the swordsman and the priestess exclaim at the same time. Mesuinu giggles and blushes. It was so cute that Xellos-papa would start digging his grave if he was there.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊHe had pleasant features and a firm body. He was strong, but he wasn't bulky. His stomach is a bit plump, showing that he enjoys to eat, and eat a lot. His innate charm causes the mysterious miko's slanted eyes to open into wide adorableness.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊThere is something about him, that pulls her towards him. Some sort of weird chemical reation or magnitism. Or it could be how beautiful and well-crafted his sword is. Several women find a mystical sword to be very attractive in a man. =P
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊShe finds herself leaning foward, her eyes closing in a way that she has never closed them before. She feels his nose press against her nose and she realises that he is leaning down towards her. His nose is gentle and warm. She wraps her arms around his neck as she nuzzles with him. His arms slowly wrap around her waist. She breathes in the rich stew of his breath and he takes in the sweet melody of hers. Their lips move towards each other's slowly.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"It's my fault.", the swordsman insists, interupting Mesuinu's fantasy. Mesuinu blushes profusely, realizing where her mind had been wandering. "That isn't like me!", she blurts out loud. "Oh, no, it's my fault." "No, no, no! The fault is completely mine.", the priestess insists, her eyes slitting to her normal mysterious status quo. "Oh no, I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going. It wasn't like you appeared out of nowhere.", the swordsman explains. Mesuinu sweatdrops apprehensively. In all honesty, she did appear out of nowhere, but she couldn't tell him that. "Oh, no, completely not your fault. I was the one who wasn't paying attention.", Mesu insists.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"I'm really sorry, but it really is my fault."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"My fault! Really it is!"
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Not at all. I'm really sorry, but the fault is mine."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Men are SO stubborn! It's my fault!"
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"No, no, I'm pretty sure it's mine. I have a habit of bumping into people, so it's my fault."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Men NEVER admit when they're wrong, so it's OBVIOUSLY my fault."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Not all men do...I've had a harsh upbringing. It's my fault."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Yah, well my father has had a harsh fatherhood. That doesn't affect who's to blame, and that person to blame for this bumping into is me!"
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"I'm sorry, but I can't let you blame yourself when it's clearly my fault."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊThe sun slowly begins to set over the city, calling forth the dark of evening.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"How about we just leave it at us both being at fault?", Mesuinu suggests.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"I don't know...."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Otherwise we'll be here all day."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"I guess, but the next time I bump into you, it's definately my fault.", the swordsman informs.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Very well.", Mesuinu replies thinking that it would probably be her fault next time.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊThe swordsman takes his leave. Mesuinu sighs, wondering if she should go ahead and get dinner or follow him. There was something about him that Mesuinu couldn't place a finger on. "He's clearly no ordinary swordsman. There's something different about him."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊAs fate would have it, an opportunity, an excuse to follow, prevents itself to the priestess. Glancing down, she notices his finely crafted sword on the ground. "That's, his sword? What's it doing on the ground? Did he lose it, or did he drop it on purpose? Did he want me to follow him, or his he trying to frame me as a thief?" Mesuinu sighs, picking up the sword. Moral debates have always been lost to her. Although well-crafted, feeling it in her hands, she can tell right away that it's not magical, and therefore worthless to her. She shrugs her shoulders. "I wanted an excuse."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊCradling the sword carefully in her hands, Mesuinu pushes through the crowd. Her grip is deadly, not desiring the sword to be loosed from her half-mazoku hands. Finally, she makes it through the crowd and to her pr...to the swordsman.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ"Excuse me.", she appologizes tapping him on the shoulder. He spins around startled, drawing his sword from his sheath of which both are not there. Mesuinu sweatdrops and holds out his sword. "You dropped this.", the miko explains.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊThe swordsman sighs, relieved. He smiles briefly before an apprehensive look crosses his face. He takes the sword gently from her. "Thanks. I keep losing swords. I thought this one was going to be safe since I kept a hold of it for so long. Thanks...uh..." "Mesuinu. I am the Priestess Mesuinu of the God of Secrets." "Thank you very much. I'm Garth.", the swordsman replies giving his name. "Gaav?" "No, Garth." "Ah, sorry."
ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊA moment of silence ensues as the two simply stand around taking up space and time. "So, you've been having problems losing your sword? I can fix that."
"You can?", Garth inquires.
"Of course I can. I'm a priestess afterall. It's a simple spell based on scrying spell. Instead of finding a lost item, the lost item finds you. It's not the...*growl*...*growl*...diff...*growl*...ic...*growl*ult."
"^^;; Looks like you're...*growl* hungry...*growl*too. How about you cast your spell on my sword and I buy you dinner?", Garth comments.
"You've got yourself a deal!", Mesuinu proclaims.
Before long, the duo find themselves at an eating establishment.
"Eat as much as you like. I'm buying.", Garth informs.
"Oh you are SO going to regret that as much as the last guy!", Mesuinu informs.
"The last guy?", Garth wonders, feeling slightly worried.
"Yah, some guy came up to me and offered to buy me lunch. I must say, I was supicious. A stranger offering to buy me lunch for no reason. As it turned out though, it was a case of mistaken identity. For some reason he thought I was his long lost sister.", the miko admits.
"It was probably a bad pick-up line. He probably uses that excuse on every girl he meets."
"Well better that than groping and asking to bear his child. I've heard stories of a monk that does just that, but fortunately he's in a completely different anime.", Mesu blurts out.
"True, but this is a fanfic afterall, and there's probably little to stop the writer from doing a cross-over fic.", Garth comments.
"Nah, she wouldn't dare. Besides, I killed her in one of her other Slayers fics. She knows better than to mess with Mesuinu.", the daughter of Xellos boasts.
"Hasn't that been done before? As I recall, Exel in the anime was killed her creator.", Garth notes.
(Wonder how many anime references I can shove into this fanfic? As many as Mesuinu will allow me to. =P)
"Hey Garth, do you think that maybe you're a Slayers version of Kurama from Yu Yu Hakusho?", Mesuinu questions.
"Not likely. Though we both have the same color hair and eyes, please note that I use a sword and not a rose whip.", Garth replies.
"Speaking of roses, maybe you're modeled after a certain Rose Duelist. ^.~"
"Not likely. Utena has pink hair...well in the anime. She's blonde in the manga.", Garth informs.
"ÂÂ Wrong duelist.", Mesu scowles.
"Oh. Same anime, right? Well, anyway, I think if anything, I'm probably modeled off of the writer's boyfriend.", Garth comments.
"Well, you do share names with him, but you don't look anything like him."
"You don't look anything like her."
"Thank the Porcelian Diety for that one!", Mesuinu praises.
"You know, I could stop writing this.", a voice from out of nowhere speaks.
"Yah, but the fans demand you write!", Mesu retorts.
"Yah, and my Inuyasha fic is way overdue for an update.", the voice speaks again.
"You know, this time it's YOU derailing it. You and your endless anime references."
"Gomen ne sunao ja nakute."
"You did it again.", Mesu informs.
"Hush. Let's get on with the story. I'm sure you're hungry."
Mesuinu falls over in her chair falling loudly onto the floor. Her face turns blue from hunger while her stomach roars like a ravenous dragon, thus scaring some of the patrons.
"I forgot."
Garth slowly helps Mesuinu backs up in her seat and quickly calls for a server and two menus. Of course, it didn't take long for either of them to order.
"I'll have everything on the left side of the menu and all of the wines on the back of the menu.", Mesuinu orders.
"Everything on the left, everything on the right, triple portions."
The waiter sweatdrops profusely. This would be as difficult an order as the legendary red haired sorceress and dimwitted swordsman who it is said to have eaten many a restaurant out of business.
(To be continued in Chapter Four, where the identity of who the swordsman really is will really be revealed!)