Miroku's Amorous Past Returns

Chapter #4

"I can't believe it's been six long months since my dear Miroku left me," "This child I'm carrying I still wonder if it is Sir Miroku's or my husband Master Kenji's," "Lady Ayumi, Lady Ayumi!" "Yes?" One of her royal guards appeared before her. "What is it?" The royal guard lowers in his head in respect of the Princess. "Master Kenji calls for you," "Where is he?" "The master waits for you in your bedchambers Madam Ayumi,"

"Fine!" sighs Madam Ayumi.

She steps out of her garden and back into her castle. The royal guard escorts Madam Ayumi to her bedchamber. The royal guard slides open the hikido. "Thank you," she replies as she steps inside. The royal guard bows to her and gently closes the hikido. Master Kenji rose up from their bed. Madam Ayumi stood quietly at the door.

"My dear wife," Master Kenji slowly walked over to where his wife stood. "Yes, Master Kenji," Master Kenji lifted her chin. "Please look at me when I'm speaking to you," Master Kenji ordered. "Please forgive me, Master Kenji," Madam Ayumi spoke as she shifted her glaze to meet her husband. "How, far along are you?" "I believe about six seasons," Master Kenji rubbed his wife's protruding belly. "Oh, what was that?" Master Kenji calls excitedly. "Our baby kicking," "Wow, I can't believe the time has finally, after all this time, you are now carrying our first child, and I am the happiest Lord in all of Japan now!" Madam Ayumi remained quiet.

"Are you not happy that you are bearing my child?"

"How can I be happy for us when your never home," "My dear wife you knew when we married that I must travel aboard and tend my other lands and spoils," "No, your home is with me not your other lands or money!" "No, wait I get it your lands and money are more important to you than your pregnant wife who needs you by her side more than anything right now!"

Master Kenji lunged at Madam Ayumi and kissed her soft lips.

("I can't believe I almost have forgotten the sweet taste of her lips,")

("He's foolish to think some torrid kiss is going to help our ailing marriage,")

Madam Ayumi shoved Master Kenji away. "Please stop this nonsense!" Madam Ayumi called. "What, what," stammers Master Kenji. "I'm your husband I can kiss you as I please!" "You only come back home every other month, so what do you expect?"

"I expect to be treated with honor and respect because I'm still your husband!"

"How, can I treat you as my husband when you're never home, never here to spend time with me, or to love me," Tears started burning Madam Ayumi's eyes. The tears soon streamed down her flawless face. "My dear wife please doesn't cry I hate to see you sad," Master Kenji replied softly. "You hate to see me sad, huh well I believe that it's a too little too late for that!" Madam Ayumi shoved her husband hard in his chest. "Huh, what is the meaning of this?" Master Kenji cried as he hit the floor.

"As far as I'm concerned it's over, I have no husband!" Madam Ayumi cried through broken tears. "Wait!" Master Kenji cried. Madam Ayumi ran from their room.

("Later on that day, it was slowly approaching nightfall I went to my other bedchamber to gather some clothes,")

("But, why?")

("I was preparing to leave him and find you once again,")

("But, as I was preparing to leave I never expected what was about to occur,")

("Who, does he think he is?")

("He thinks he can just come home and act like everything is perfectly normal, well he has another thing coming,")

"Stop, it what is the meaning of this?" calls Master Kenji from afar.

"Master Kenji!" Madam Ayumi crept of her bedchamber. "You stupid fool!" calls another familiar voice.

Madam Ayumi peered down the hallway; the hikido to Master Kenji's workroom was half open.

"Oh!" Madam Ayumi gasped as she peered into the room. "Konryu, what is the meaning of this!" Konryu was Master Kenji's personal vassal and best friend. "Ha, ha," snorted Konryu. "I'm sorry Kenji but I no longer wish to kiss your ass any longer, besides I still have not forgiven you for taking Ayumi away from me!" Konryu screeched.

"Please, Konryu don't do this," begged Master Kenji. Konryu drew the small hishu closer to Master Kenji's neck, so close it drew a trace of blood.

("Oh, no how could Konryu do such a thing!")

"I will certainly enjoy drawing your sweet blood," "Please Ayumi is carrying my child I must live to see my son," "Oh, yes beautiful Ayumi," "Once you're gone she'll be mine once again!" "Konryu, if I'm going to die please tell me why one hates me as such?" "My dear Kenji it's so simple, pure jealously, I envied you all through out our entire friendship,"

"Why?"

"You always had such a perfect life, me I just was some poor lonely kid whom didnt have anything,"

"But, enough of this sentimental bull-shit!"

"Now you die!"

"No please!" begged Kenji.

Konryu slowly drew the blade across Master Kenji's neck piercing the skin. "Ugh!" Master Kenji cried as he fell to his death. Master Kenji's body was soon wrapped in his own crimson blood. "NO!" Madam Ayumi wailed. "Hey, who's there?" "OH!" Madam Ayumi gasped as she struggled to get up and run.

("My legs why can't I move,")

"Ah, Madam Ayumi how nice it is to see you here," "Oh!" "Oh, I'm sorry you had to witness your dear husband's futile death," Madam Ayumi slowly backed away from Konryu. "How could you do such an immoral act?" "Oh you know as well as I knew he had it coming!" "NOW, YOUR MINE!" With all of her remaining strength she leapt and began to run. "Oh, no you don't!" Konryu quickly caught up to the princess. Konryu grabbed her hair. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" Konryu laced his right hand around her small neck. "Let me go!" Madam Ayumi screamed. "Shut-up!" Konryu shoved Madam Ayumi against the bare wall. With a quick whip of his right hand struck the left side of her mouth. "Ugh," Madam Ayumi cried as she slid down bare wall rendering her unconscious.

"Oh, where am I?" Ah so I see that you have awaken my dear," "What have you done to me?" Madam Ayumi cried. "What, what have you done?" Madam Ayumi's eyes searched around her bedchamber. The room had been stripped of everything. "I decided that I rather have all your precious gold and fine silks, I don't want you!" "So, what do you plan to do to me then," Madam Ayumi asked quietly. She noticed a small torch in Konryu's hand. "Well, since your dear Kenji died a quick horrid death, I shall grant you a slow very painful death," smirked Konryu. Madam Ayumi peered up at the torch in his hand.

("He's going to burn me and my baby alive,")

Konryu slowly approached Madam Ayumi his hot, tart breath soon invaded her nostrils. "Now, my dear Ayumi, you and your ill child shall perish," "No please!" "I have coated the walls with oil," "See you in Hell!" Konryu yelled as he tossed the torch behind him. Flames immediately licked the oil-slicked walls. "HA, HA HA HA!" Konryu laughed as quickly fled the fire stricken room. Madam Ayumi struggled with all of her strength to free her herself.

("Oh no I can't allow myself to die here!")

"SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!"

Madam Ayumi was now sitting on her bed wrapped in her yukata. Miroku walks over to her. "How, did you manage to escape, because I was told that it would have impossible for you escape that devastating fire, while in your delicate condition," "Well, as the fire approached closer, I continued to scrape the rope against the wall until came a loose,"

("The entire room was filled with smoke . . .")

"Ugh this smoke is getting unbearable," Madam Ayumi started coughing. "I have to get out of here," "Ahhhhhhh!" Madam Ayumi cries as fire soon spread to her kimono. She quickly discarded her outer kimono. The flames soon spread consuming her fine silk kimono. She began crawling upon her knees over toward the door. "I have to stay alive for the sake of my child," Madam Ayumi soon arrived at the door. With every last ounce of her remaining strength she slid open the door. The thick heavy smoke soon consumed the narrow hallway. "Oh, my fukuro!" She crawled back inside and on the right side of the door was she spotted her fukuro. She managed to stuff a few of her things in there. Coughing and spewing, she quickly shut the sliding door.

"OH!" she gasped.

There was a pile of corpses lay slain in the hallway.

"Konryu managed to slay some of my best soldiers!" The corpses were blocking the hallway. "Oh, no how will I get out of here," "I see, I have no choice but to back track toward her burning bedchamber," Madam Ayumi coughed as she approached the fire. She quickly ran pass the raging fire. "I know that it's another exit around this way," As Madam Ayumi was fleeing she passed by her late husband's workroom. She peered at his slain blood stained body.

"My dear Kenji, I really did love you!" She hurried down the hallway the raging fire soon spread its way throughout the castle. Barely escaping the raging castle watched from a distance her home go up into flames. She rubbed her protruding stomach. "As long as you my unborn child are safe," she whispered…

"Wow, amazing," Miroku went and sat down next to Madam Ayumi. "The entire castle was charred to the ground, when we found the charred remains of your kimono I thought for sure that you were dead," reveals Miroku.

Madam Ayumi looks up. "You mean you went back for me?" Miroku blushes. "Yes, I did, I feared that I was never to see you again," mutters Miroku. "Oh, Miroku!" Madam Ayumi cries as she threw her arms around him. "We are reunited once again; it is fate that bought us back together!" Madam Ayumi cries excitedly. "Uh, I don't know about that," "What are you saying?" "Madam Ayumi!" "Please refer to me as Ayumi," "Ayumi, I have moved on with life now, I was very young back then," Madam Ayumi nuzzles her head against Miroku's warm chest. "Please stop all this nonsense you know you love me!"

"Ayumi, I'm sorry to disappoint you but my heart belongs to another woman,"

She glances up at Miroku.

"Oh, you mean to tell me that wretched Sango, is your woman?" laughed Madam Ayumi.

"Yes, that wretched woman is the one I love very dearly,"

"What makes you so sure of that?"

"Sango has touched my life, tamed many of my wild antics, she's has always remained at my side through many of the trials and tribulations we have encountered,"

"So, that makes you in love with her?"

"Yes, it does,"

"I think you're lying!" challenges Madam Ayumi.

"Think what you want but I know in my heart that I love her and that's all that counts,"

"Oh, my dear Miroku your sentiments are almost sickening,"

"Excuse me!" Miroku gasps.

Madam Ayumi reaches up from Miroku's chest.

She gazes deep into his eyes.

("Its almost feels as if she venturing into my soul,")

"Oh Miroku!" Madam Ayumi cries as she slowly presses her soft pouty lips against Miroku's.

("Why is she doing this to me?")

"Mmmph," Madam Ayumi purrs softly.

("That's it dear Miroku give in to me,")

He soon felt her tongue brush across his lips. Slowly but steadily her tongue made its way into Miroku mouth.

("No I can't do this!")

Miroku grabs Madam Ayumi's arms.

He frees himself from her grasp.

"Look, I told you I'm not in love with you!" Miroku quickly stood up. "My heart belongs to another woman," Miroku slowly walkes back to the door.

Madam Ayumi rose to her feet.

"Miroku!" Miroku stops dead in his tracks. Madam Ayumi approaches him. She wrapped her hands around his chest.

"Yes?"

"You will be at dinner tonight right?" she purred sweetly.

"I'll think about,"

Madam Ayumi slid her small soft hands down Miroku's masculine body.

She reached and grabbed Miroku's manhood tightly.

"You mean of course Ayumi I'll see you at dinner!"

"Of course I'll come to dinner,"

"Now, that's more like it!"

Miroku quickly opened the sliding doors and headed out.

"I need some fresh air,"

"You will be mine once again!"

Miroku quietly made his way outside. He slid open the hikido and he headed outside. Miroku took shelter from the warm summer heat under a nearby Sakura tree. He sat Indian style under the cool shade of the tree.