---Book of Paradise---
(Part 6)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Naruto!
Success! Part 6 is finally here! There will probably be an estimate of 9-10 chapters? I dunno…
And here, we move to a totally different point of view…
The Feudal Era…
"Miroku…" Shippo jumped around hyperly, waving his hands in an irritated Miroku's face… "Whatcha doing?"
The monk impatiently swatted the kitsunes hands away, using his free hand to keep the loose sheets of paper out of reach, "Nothing, Shippo! I'm trying to work, let me work, damn it!"
Shippo stared, wide-eyed. Miroku had never sworn before.
A sheet of paper flew out of Miroku's hands and he reached for it, panicked. Shippo found some interest in this and snatched it, sticking his tongue out at the houshi.
Luckily, this paper only had half a sentence started on it.
…Kagome worked her hands through his…
The kit furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell did that mean? Adults never made any sense. Rolling his eyes, Shippo crumpled the paper into a ball and discarded it into the bush nearby, "This is boring…" He whined, and then ran off to play with the village children.
Miroku breathed a sigh of relief.
At least that was only the paper he had started on. No harm would be done if he just rewrote it…
Normally by now, Kagome would have come back and given him a fresh set of pencils and paper, but she had told them that she would be absent for around a week minimum, much to the reluctance of Inuyasha.
Sadly though, he'd have to live off some extra, discarded rice paper and the ink he used for his sutras for the script.
'I really need to get some more ideas now…I finished volume 3 two days ago…I really hope Kagome doesn't mind…'
He stood up and gathered his writing items.
The bushes rustled quietly behind him and the wind softly blew by as he took each step closer to his 'idea spot'.
A flash of brown appeared, but Miroku didn't notice it.
'I'm finally here!' Miroku grinned triumphantly, ducking behind some bushes and peeking into the clearing. A lecherous smile adorned his lips.
'Bleh' Shippo thought, 'I thought following Miroku would be fun but this is gross! I think I'm going to throw up' the kitsune swayed dangerously, feeling a tad bit dizzy.
He darted off after he regained his balance, scampering back to the village.
'Ah yes…this is perfect' Miroku smiled slyly, taking out his pencil and beginning to jot down ideas, 'A splendid view!'
Ahem…
The women in the hot springs apparently had become the victims to the monk.
'Great!' Miroku flicked his wrist back, thoughtfully contemplating if 'Kagome' should be wearing a horrendously short kimono or nothing at all… He settled for the latter. If Kagome found out about this, he would be MORE than unconscious…
Thinking up something fast, Miroku wrote something down again…but the pencil slid out of his hand and the houshi watched with horror as it rolled over the slanted dirt and rocks, bouncing on every bump and landing with an air bubble…right into the warm water.
"Did you see something move?" one woman asked worriedly.
"Nah…I think the steam's getting to you" another sighed.
"Ow! Something sharp poked me in the ankle!" (coughpencilcough)
Miroku nearly pouted. Now he had nothing to write with! He'd have to go back to Kaede's hut to grab his last pencil. Or rather, plead it back from a certain someone. Sighing, he crept out of the area and walked back to the village.
Kaede's Village…
"Sango!" Shippo whined, catching up to the demon exterminator that was helping Kaede pick herbs, "Miroku's being disgusting!"
Sango turned around and raised an eyebrow, "What?"
Shippo started whining and then his pupils dilated.
"Are ye okay, Shippo?" Kaede asked.
The kitsune whimpered a bit and sat in the corner of Kaede's hut, his tiny paws around his bent knees and started rocking back and forth, slowly.
"Don't worry" Inuyasha snorted, "He's always had a mental problem"
Sango fumed, "Oh…! If Kagome was here…!"
"Feh" Inuyasha huffed.
"BUT I CAN DO THIS! HIRAIKOTSU!"
"What the-!"
Hence, the same result as a rosary.
After getting up, Inuyasha straightened out his haori and looked up, walking away, trying to hang on to the last threads of his pride.
Shippo was still in the corner.
"Sango, dear!"
Sango's vein throbbed, "What do you want, houshi?" she growled warningly.
"Oh…nothing very much actually, but…" Miroku bent down pleadingly onto his knees, "May I pleeeeeeaaaase have my last pencil back?"
"No" Sango stated bluntly.
"Pleeeeeeaaaase?"
"No"
"Pleeeeeeaaaase?"
"No"
"Pretty Pleeeeeeaaaase?"
"No"
Miroku nearly started sobbing, "But why—Sango!"
"Not until you tell me what you've been writing"
"What?"
Kaede stared on in amusement and Shippo was still in shock, rocking back and forth repeatedly in the corner of the room.
After the two stared at each other for a while, Sango let out a frustrated growl, "Argh…! Fine! You can have the pencil! But I swear I'll find out what you're up to, houshi! And here's this for good measures!"
"S-Sango! D-Don't be rash--!"
SLAM
"You deserved it!" She strapped her Hiraikotsu back onto her back.
After rubbing the bump on his head of a while to sooth the pain, Miroku gathered the papers up that he spilled and picked up the pencil.
"Score!" He exclaimed, the ran off to wherever…
Shippo snapped out of his trance, "Did Miroku…just say score?"
Miroku's POV...
'Must…get down to the hot springs…to get some more ideas…'
'Drat! Nobody's there anymore!' Miroku sighed in defeat and walked back to the village.
While passing by a hut, he heard a conversation.
"-We need more fishnet…"
"Seriously, already? I thought we used enough in the bedroom yesterday…?"
Miroku grinned. Now here were some more ideas!
He fiddled with the smooth, wooden surface of the pencil for a bit before jotting whatever was going on in his hentai brain of his at the moment. After that, he ran back to the hut.
The conversation seemed to resume afterwards.
"Yes, I know, but with all the food we have to keep in our room – why can't you just take all the firewood out of the kitchen and put it outside so we'd have room to actually put things in the kitchen?"
"Well, the firewood would get wet, and besides, we could get more of the fist net and just tie all the food in bags and stuff them in one corner of the room!"
Kaede's Hut…
'Alright! Done volume 4!'
'When should I start making volume 5…?' An image of a fuming Sango appeared in his mind and he blanched.
'I think we'll just stick with 4 volumes in all…'
Miroku headed towards a farming ground and neatly stacked his papers. The monk had made 30 copies and was carrying them in his arms.
The well-built man turned around and dropped the one of the rakes that Kagome had graciously donated to the village, "Ah! So you're done the next book?"
"Yes" Miroku smiled, "This one's a bit more expensive since I went through a lot of trouble writing this. It'll most likely cost 7"
The man sighed, "Alright then" He went inside his hut and soon emerged back out, "Here's your payment" he handed Miroku 7 pictures of his wife.
Miroku smiled cheekily, "Thank you, my man! I shall be off to sell more now!"
"No problem" The villager nodded, looking around with shifty eyes before slipping the book into one of his many shirt pockets.
End! Part 7 will come up sometime soon…absolutely at least before Christmas though. What did you think? Read and review onegai!
Sayonara,
Tenshi-Battosai