Thursday, June 23, 2005

A Man And A Woman: The curse of the monk’s hand
*episode 5*

As Akume plants kisses up and down Miroku’s neck, she tugs playfully at the knots which hold his robes in place. He has shifted both hands to her butt and is quite occupied as it is. Grabbing his right arm and forcing it over her shoulder, she says between kisses, “Miroku…there’s…something…I…should…tell…you.” Allowing his arm to flop uselessly above her back, the monk grunts his permission to tell him. She continues, “Naraku…only…gave…me…two abilities. One…of…them…is the…ability to…make…barriers. The…other…is…controlling…men. Now…I’m…going…to use…them both…and…kill you…” That said, she thrusts her mouth against his. Before his half-dazed mind can comprehend what she has said, he hears a strange buzzing noise. Suddenly, he feels a sharp pain in his right hand. Akume pushes him backward, grabbing his hand as it passes. Looking up, Miroku sees Akume holding his bloody right hand; then she drops him and walks away. Miroku can feel his blood pouring from the wound, but he is more concerned that his wind tunnel has been damaged. He watches the demoness walk away from him and approach a shadowy form emerging from the woods. It is a short man, holding what appears to be nunchaku with blades attached to them. Akume reaches out her hand to pull the weapon to her face. She runs her tongue along the blade then, without taking it back into her mouth, she thrusts her blood soaked tongue into the man’s mouth. This sharing of blood quickly grows into a kiss of monumental proportions. The man uses his weapon to slice open the front of Akume’s clothes; reaching a greedy hand into the tear. Eventually, she breaks the kiss and says, “Enough for now dearest. We have company and he will be leaving soon.” She turns to Miroku and says, “Now where are my manners? I should introduce you. Monk, this is my beloved, the only man who can satisfy me and I him. His name is Kutsumaru. He is of course, another one of Naraku’s incarnation. And beloved, this is the most gullible man in all the world.” Kutsumaru asks, “Can I kill him now?!?” Insane bloodlust drips from his voice. “No dearest, we have our orders. You already killed him, now we just watch as he suffers and dies. Be patient, we’ll celebrate later.” Showing obvious frustration, the demon turns and throws his nunchaku. As it spins away, Miroku sees how he was attacked. The blades rotate forming a buzzsaw which plows through the forest before returning to its master’s hand. Akume says, “Now dear, be patient. Be like Miroku, just sitting there like a corpse. He thinks his friend the half-demon is coming to save him. He knows that if the mutt smelled his blood he would at least come to check. The silly little boy forgot what I told him. I can create barriers. No one is coming to help him; besides, he should have realized something was wrong when the dog’s woman didn’t sense our jewel shards.” She looks at the monk with contempt. “With that wound, your windtunnel will soon consume you. Then we’ll go.” Miroku cries, “Inuyasha! Help!” The woman laughs, “No one in that village will hear you, so scream all you like. In the meantime, Naraku asked me to tell you our life stories before you died. Don’t worry, they’re short.” Akume forces her lover into a sitting position and sits on his lap. Allowing his hands to roam, she begins the tales…
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