Inuvember:
Miroku
Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi
He was Miroku, a monk who followed the ways of Buddha...at least, that's what he claims. He comes to your castle, claiming that he sensed a great evil looming about. At first, you question these claims, but then you concede to let him pray for the grounds...but then, when you come to check on him, you find him gone...and your treasure room completely ransacked.
He was Miroku, a con-artist in every sense of the word. Unlike most monks, he preferred to weasel his way into the most luxurious of inns, enjoying fine sake and food...and perhaps enjoy the pleasurable company of beautiful maidens. Well, he gets 2 out of 3 of those things, at least.
He was Miroku...a young man who had inherited a curse from his father and grandfather before him. Every now and then, his right hand would twitch and ache, reminding him of little time he might left. It was a horrible reminder that his life was not as long as he would like for it to be and if he did not wish to meet the same fate as his father and grandfather, then he had to hurry and destroy the demon responsible.
He was Miroku, a charming young man who stole the hearts of the beautiful women of Feudal Japan. Everywhere he went, he would always ask one of them to bear his child. Unfortunately, his efforts always came up short and he was chased off either by overprotective fathers or villagers that he had conned in the past. Nonetheless, he continues his mission...but it never once occurred to him that he would find...the one.
He was Miroku, the young man who fell in love with a demon slayer. Not only was she outwardly beautiful beyond compare, but she had strength and heart to match. Plus...having that lovely figure helped a bit. However, his attempts to be "friendly" with her always ended with him getting slapped across the face. Nonetheless, he kept trying. He would one day prove his worth to her, even if it killed him.
He was Miroku...the monk who came to love the demon slayer so much that he could not bear the thought of her dying before he did. Thus, in his efforts to protect the woman he grew to love so dearly, he was willing to drink a deadly poison in order to numb his pain. He knew it was a risk, but for her, there was nothing too extreme that he wouldn't do. He would dive into the very bowels of Hell and back just to save her.
He was Miroku...the man whose curse was finally broken. Thus, when he was finally free from his great burden, he married his beloved and soon grew a family with her: 3 daughters and 2 sons that he loved dearly and taught whatever he knew to them. Of course, there were some things his wife wished that he had not taught them...like how to con a village headman out of his entire treasury.
Nonetheless, he loved his children and all he wished for them was their happiness.
He is Miroku...a monk, a father...and he is free...at least reasonably so.
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