Miroku
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male › InuYasha/Miroku
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,766
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3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter One
Miroku and Shippo
The air is dry and hot in capital of the Western Lands. A young man of about 19 and a young looking child, with flaming red hair and pointed ears stand next to a food cart. As the teenager talked with the man at the stall, the small demon child snatched a loaf of bread from the stalls counter. Once the small demon had it hidden away the teen finished up his conversation.
They had just begun to meld into the crowd when the merchant noticed the missing food.
“Thieves!” he cried. Upon hearing his cry, the big burly men that make up the guards of the city began chasing the two, who at the same time had begun to run.
They darted around people and through several alleyways without ditching the guards. The boy shouted “Come on, we’ve got to eat! All this for a lousy and slightly moldy piece of bread?” They continued weaving, at one point running through a house full of ladies, which the teen hit on while he was there. The girls scoffed at him and threw him out the door.
The boy then ran into another building and began running up the stairs to the roof. The little demon followed. The teen then grabbed a huge rug and folded it up in his hands. The demon jumped onto his shoulders and the teen jumped out the nearby window using the rug as a parachute.
He landed far enough away that the guards lost him. Once on the ground, they sat down and the dark haired teen halved the loaf of bread.
“Alright Shippo, we have dinner for the night.” He handed one half to Shippo who took it quickly and started eating it.
“Wouldn’t it be nice, Miroku, if we could just eat whenever we wanted” said the child with food in his mouth.
“Yes.” Miroku said, sighing. Before he started eating his food he looked around as another check for the guards, he saw a couple of very sad children standing around looking through some thrown out garbage. They were both very thin and clearly hadn’t eaten much. So he smiled, walked over to them and said “Here, may the gods bless you in the future” while he handed them his share of the bread.
The two kids smiled and started eating it. Miroku started walking out towards the main street. Shippo looked at his food and then at the malnourished kids and handed them his share too. He then ran to catch up with Miroku.
There was a crowd formed on the sides of the street. All wagons, carts and people had been cleared from the road to allow one person to get through.
A pampered horse and a man were coming down the street. The man was plain looking but clean as compared to the rest of the people around. His hair was a light brown as were his eyes. He carried himself with a slightly superior air, as if he was better than everyone else in the area.
Suddenly, the two children ran into the street. The pompous prince barely stopped. He began yelling at them.
“You filthy little brats! Get out of my way!” he moved as if to strike them with his riding crop.
“Hey!” Miroku caught it before it struck the children. “What on earth do you think you are doing? They are children.”
“You filthy dirty street beggar, you know nothing of me.” He whipped his crop back to his side. “I am a prince, I have every right to treat such filth in any manner I choose.”
“You have no more rights than any of us to beat someone.”
The man scoffed at him and resumed his trek towards the palace.
“Well, Shippo we have now officially met the biggest rear end of our lives.”
The man turned around and scoffed again. “You are just a worthless beggar, a street rat that is worth less than the dirt on my shoe. You were born that way, and you will die that way, and only those parasites on your head will give a damn.” He then had his horse gallop the rest of the way to the palace.
“I am not worthless, you are a fool. I don’t have fleas either” Miroku muttered to himself while scratching his head. He walks off into the crowd and Shippo follows him.
They arrive at this beat up abandoned building in the middle of the city about twenty minutes later. They set up for the night while talking about how ridiculous the rich can be. Right before going to bed, Miroku sat on the beaten window ledge without a window. The view was a beautiful scene of the city with the palace in the background.
“ Someday, I am going to be there.” He stated with complete confidence.
He then walked to a sheet on the ground that Shippo was already partially wrapped up in and joined him.
To be Continued...
The air is dry and hot in capital of the Western Lands. A young man of about 19 and a young looking child, with flaming red hair and pointed ears stand next to a food cart. As the teenager talked with the man at the stall, the small demon child snatched a loaf of bread from the stalls counter. Once the small demon had it hidden away the teen finished up his conversation.
They had just begun to meld into the crowd when the merchant noticed the missing food.
“Thieves!” he cried. Upon hearing his cry, the big burly men that make up the guards of the city began chasing the two, who at the same time had begun to run.
They darted around people and through several alleyways without ditching the guards. The boy shouted “Come on, we’ve got to eat! All this for a lousy and slightly moldy piece of bread?” They continued weaving, at one point running through a house full of ladies, which the teen hit on while he was there. The girls scoffed at him and threw him out the door.
The boy then ran into another building and began running up the stairs to the roof. The little demon followed. The teen then grabbed a huge rug and folded it up in his hands. The demon jumped onto his shoulders and the teen jumped out the nearby window using the rug as a parachute.
He landed far enough away that the guards lost him. Once on the ground, they sat down and the dark haired teen halved the loaf of bread.
“Alright Shippo, we have dinner for the night.” He handed one half to Shippo who took it quickly and started eating it.
“Wouldn’t it be nice, Miroku, if we could just eat whenever we wanted” said the child with food in his mouth.
“Yes.” Miroku said, sighing. Before he started eating his food he looked around as another check for the guards, he saw a couple of very sad children standing around looking through some thrown out garbage. They were both very thin and clearly hadn’t eaten much. So he smiled, walked over to them and said “Here, may the gods bless you in the future” while he handed them his share of the bread.
The two kids smiled and started eating it. Miroku started walking out towards the main street. Shippo looked at his food and then at the malnourished kids and handed them his share too. He then ran to catch up with Miroku.
There was a crowd formed on the sides of the street. All wagons, carts and people had been cleared from the road to allow one person to get through.
A pampered horse and a man were coming down the street. The man was plain looking but clean as compared to the rest of the people around. His hair was a light brown as were his eyes. He carried himself with a slightly superior air, as if he was better than everyone else in the area.
Suddenly, the two children ran into the street. The pompous prince barely stopped. He began yelling at them.
“You filthy little brats! Get out of my way!” he moved as if to strike them with his riding crop.
“Hey!” Miroku caught it before it struck the children. “What on earth do you think you are doing? They are children.”
“You filthy dirty street beggar, you know nothing of me.” He whipped his crop back to his side. “I am a prince, I have every right to treat such filth in any manner I choose.”
“You have no more rights than any of us to beat someone.”
The man scoffed at him and resumed his trek towards the palace.
“Well, Shippo we have now officially met the biggest rear end of our lives.”
The man turned around and scoffed again. “You are just a worthless beggar, a street rat that is worth less than the dirt on my shoe. You were born that way, and you will die that way, and only those parasites on your head will give a damn.” He then had his horse gallop the rest of the way to the palace.
“I am not worthless, you are a fool. I don’t have fleas either” Miroku muttered to himself while scratching his head. He walks off into the crowd and Shippo follows him.
They arrive at this beat up abandoned building in the middle of the city about twenty minutes later. They set up for the night while talking about how ridiculous the rich can be. Right before going to bed, Miroku sat on the beaten window ledge without a window. The view was a beautiful scene of the city with the palace in the background.
“ Someday, I am going to be there.” He stated with complete confidence.
He then walked to a sheet on the ground that Shippo was already partially wrapped up in and joined him.
To be Continued...