Author's Notes: Thanks to wolfygirl13 for this rhyme suggestion!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or any nursery rhymes.
The Mother Goose Escapades
No. 29
I went to the animal fair
The birds and the beast were there
The big baboon by the light of the moon
was combing his auburn hair.
The monkey he got drunk
and sat on the elephant's trunk
the elephant sneezed
and fell to his knees
But what became of the monk?
Despite the cool chill in the air, quite a few birds twittered about. Dusk was falling, and most animals were preparing for sleep. Yet one beast – and he was a beast – remained awake as the pale moon cast a sickly glow on his white baboon covering.
"Beautiful..." breathed Naraku. As he sat overlooking the shimmering landscape, his eyes focused on an ugly spot, the warm glow indicating a village. A frown marred the otherwise pristine features of the dark hanyou. Slowly he stood and began a descent towards the village.
Passing through the underbrush, Naraku made no noise at all. His eyes glowed of blood as he imagined the screams echoing throughout the night. This was his domain, and he would allow no others to disrupt the flow of the land. Plus, the lights made things much too bright, and this area was well noted for a dark and murky landscape.
That was, of course, why this particular beast had decided to adopt it as his own. The few villages that had been settled here now had no occupants, save this one last one. A life-pulse shot through Naraku, and he reached his arm behind him, rubbing the figure on his back. Soon, the lust for blood would be abated.
Closer and closer Naraku strode. He would not creep, nor sneak. This was his place, and these humans would just have to face it. Suddenly he was upon the town, blinking against the light the glowing candles held. It seemed to be some sort of a festival, as bright as it was. The people laughed and carried on, as Naraku paused his stalking to observe the prey. His nose twitched and a figure crashed into him.
"Whoopsie, sorry there sir!" a drunken voice called out. Naraku turned with disgust to face the man. It was a monk, by the look of him. He also was completely drunk, no denying it; even if Naraku hadn't been able to smell it, it was obvious by the slur and the swaying body. The man took a few staggering steps.
"Do you know who I am?" Naraku asked in a low, dangerous voice.
"Should I?" The man stumbled closer, trying to figure out the person he was looking at. Perhaps it was all the sake, but it really seemed as though he was talking to a giant white monkey. "Yer th' giant white monk!" the man announced happily.
"Oh no, you are the monk." Naraku said in a silken voice. He stiffened when the man slapped an arm around his shoulders. He turned his head and reached up, removing the baboon head.
"Wha! A man?" The man leapt back, stumbled and fell. He struggled to his knees, and looked closer. "No, a purty girl...!" His eyes glowed with a mischievous light, and he shakily stood up. His arm went around Naraku's waist, and slid a bit lower. The beast actually remained frozen. The nerve of the monk beside him... Then with a lurch the monk emptied his stomach. Naraku stared down at his now ruined covering. The monk sagged, then passed out before he could do anymore. Naraku looked with disgust on the monk. He kicked him, because he felt like it, and then turned towards the village again. This was not what he expected at all.
"No one ever gets away with that treatment of me!" Naraku said forcefully. He looked down at the monk again. "Maybe I'll have a little fun tonight," he said to himself, "And save this village for tomorrow night. That way I can really make things nice for me." A very malicious smile filled his entire face. He looked at the monk, but more particularly, the monk's hand.
--
When the monk woke up, he was stunned to see his hand sucking in all sorts of rubble. The first thought that went through his head was that he had to seal it off somehow. The second thought was how hung over he was. The third thought was, what happened to me last night?
That entire day, the village was asking, "What happened to our monk?" He had completely vanished after last night's festivities. But that evening, the village was destroyed (by the same culprit, though none of them knew it) and the mystery of the monk was left alone.
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"Whatever became of that monk?" Naraku asked himself one day. Somehow, when he looked into it, he wasn't too surprised to find the monk's grandson, still cursed, traveling with Inuyasha.
Author's Notes: So, my twist, yeah? Heh, can you imagine Naraku's face is someone actually got sick on him? I think he would make the person suffer, and not kill them right away, hmm?