Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Actung!!!
This story contains some sexually suggestive material. This may include, but is not limited to talking dirty, talking vaguely about having sex, and generally acting in a Miroku like manner. This will not include sex of any kind. This has been a warning. ^_^

A Man And A Woman: The curse of the monks hand
*episode 1*
Following Giman’s defeat, the group seeks out the nearest village for Kohaku to recover in. Lacking time to perform an elaborate hoax, Miroku reluctantly pays for a room out of his personal stash. He comforts himself that, along with doing a noble deed, he can also give the village a chance to earn his gold later on. After all, such villages usually have at least a few unattached beauties in them; not that attachments would necessarily stand in his way. When every one is settled in: Sango and Kagura are sitting together, allowing Kagome to tend to Kohaku’s wounds with her superior medical knowledge and technology, Shippo is sleeping after the day’s excitement, Inuyasha is sitting in the far corner of the hut, eyes closed but clearly on guard duty, and Kirara is sitting next to the patient, softly purring against him in a soothing manner, Miroku heads out into the village. He is greatly disappointed when, upon examination, this village seems to be the exception to the rule. He cannot find a single attractive woman, unattached or otherwise. He has almost given up hope and resigned him self to finding a jug of rice wine to keep him company for the night, when he notices a figure moving away from him, towards the edge of the village. Her dress is that of a village girl, but something in the way her hips move as she walks catches the monks lecherous eye. Before passing beyond the last hut, into the forest from which Miroku’s group has come, she turns and stares straight at him. There is much distance between them, but the monk thinks he sees a smile on her face. He would have been paying more attention were it not for her face itself. The face captivates Miroku. It is not as young as he had expected, no girl, this is a woman. But still young enough that it shows no hint of old age and it is by no means unattractive. She turns and disappears into the woods. Miroku follows walking on a cloud. He would normally create a pretext, certainly a woman should not go alone into a forest such as that so close to sunset. However, at the moment he is drunk with her presence, and he simply knows that he must see her face again, much closer and as intimately as possible. As he enters the forest, he sees a figure walking away at he far end of his vision. He pushes further and further into the thick woods following the elusive form. Finally, he enters a clearing and sees her standing before him. Up close, her face is even more captivating then before. For some time, the monk can do nothing but stare at her face, slack jawed and speechless. Finally he composes himself and steps forward, raising a palm in greeting. He says, “Hello, I am a humble servant of Buddha. May I ask your name?” In a deep seductive voice, she says, “I am called Akume.” He nods, barely noticing what she said because of how she said it. He can no longer contain himself, he skips his entire routine and jumps straight to, “Would you consider bearing my children?” She walks to within arms reach of him and says, “...no. I will not bear your children. But I would very much like to sleep with you.” Miroku is stunned. Akume says, “Come now, surely you did not think that you were the only one who had such impure thoughts.” She steps closer to him and says, “Don’t be silly, Miroku.” Raising his significantly lowered guard, the monk asks, “I did not mention my name; how do you know me?” Reaching her arms around his neck, she laughs and says, “Miroku, you are known to all women...born of Naraku.”
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