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3. Renkotsu and Jakotsu team up
Review Responses:
Kawool – thanx, I love the Suikotsu/Kikyou pairing, and may end up doing a story just for that pairing.
Animechick262003 – isn’t he though? No, I never noticed that, I have to re-watch some episodes, and compare. *Hugs back to you*
well, here is the third installment of Bankotsu's Harem, remember to review after you read! No lemon in this chapter, but never fear, later chapters will more than make up for it!! *grins evilly*
3. Renkotsu and Jakotsu team up
Renkotsu and Jakotsu walked along the path, Jakotsu chattering, Renkotsu listening, and sparsely commenting. Jakotsu was not the brightest star in the sky, so some of his comments were off the wall. As they were walking, they passed Inu Yasha, Miroku, Sango and Kagome. Renkotsu had taken over, ordering Jakotsu to stay quiet. Jakotsu sullenly pouted, while his eyes danced in delight at the well-fit model of manliness before him. He wanted to pick a fight, but knew that Renkotsu would tell Bankotsu, and his head would be on a platter, if Renkotsu himself didn’t do it.
Renkotsu, however, had his eye on the two women before him. One was a fighter, she was fit, and although she wore traditional garb, that she was a fighter was obvious. There was no hiding the gargantuan boomerang made of bone on her back, nor the various other instruments of war she carried. The other was a softer beauty, and although she was in good shape, she looked more like a delicate flower, ripe for the plucking.
They spoke for a few minutes, asking each other of the roads ahead. Renkotsu commented to the warrior woman, asking her if she were a demon exterminator. She had replied affirmatively. He further queried why she was so far from home, and she had explained how her village had been raided by Youkai, they had suffered many casualties, but none worse for her than the fact that her young brother had been wounded and kidnapped. She now searched for him; he was about so tall, with brown hair and eyes, and freckles across the bridge of his nose, had they seen him?
He had apologized and said “no I haven’t seen him, but I will let him know that his lovely sister is searching for hihoulhould I meet him, what is his name?”
“Kohaku,” Sango replied blushing.
After a few more pleasantries, each party continued on its way. When he was sure they were out of the hanyou’s hearing range, Renkotsu began to immediately formulate a plan, the sharp, calculating wheels of his mind working. Jakotsu although not understanding all the reasoning behind the plan, knew enough tactics, that this was a good plan, as well as the fact that he trusted his comrade in arms, after all, next to Bankotsu, he was the smartest.
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Mukotsu relaxed in the afternoon sunlight, Mt. Hakurei rising in the distance. He had taken his basket off, his shoulders slightly sore, as he had more in it than he usually carried. He had a stone bowl and pestle before him, for blending his herbs together. When he found his victim, he didn’t want to kill her, only temporarily incapacitate her.
At first, he was going to use a special blend to render her paralyzed, but as he thought of it, he didn’t much feel like lugging a woman around, being of a lesser stature, and so he opted for this blend instead, it essentially drugged the victim, rendering their mind open to commands. For the time that she was on this drug, she would be his mindless automaton.
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Ginkotsu lumbered through the trees, sunlight glinting off of his mechanical parts. He was truly the ugliest member of the Shichinintai. He had no personal interest in women any longer, there was nothing left of that part of his anatomy to desire a woman, but this did not mean that he did not have an eye for beauty. He had all the companionship he required in his comrades in arms, and no one could love him more than they did.
Who else would pick up his tortured body, and fabricate him mechanical pieces that allowed him movement? He cared not that he was viewed as a freak, those that viewed him as such needed to die, just as those that had hurt him causing the need for fabricated body parts in the first place, needed to die. He had one loyalty and that was to his brethren, and he would follow them to the death if need be.
He had been told by a man that there was rumored to be a very beautiful, young panda hanyou living in this forest, right before he blew the manead ead off with one of his guns. How he loved killing, it was so fun! He allowed himself to laugh, geesheshesheshee! (A/N: If you haven’t heard it, this laugh is damn annoying, and will drive you nuts!)
So, he had followed the rumor, and was now combing the forest for the elusive girl. He was bored, not having much luck as of yet, and so slung out a couple of his circular saw blades. 5 trees fell, before the blades became embedded into a rock, and a tree. He went and retrieved the 2 blades, looking for damage, there was none. He placed them back in the slot in his shoulder, and continued on. Still bored, he fired a shot from his primary cannon, flushing out a bunch of birds, as well as starting several trees on fire.
Black smoke billowed from near the deafening booming noise. Panjiiro looked that way apprehensively, she did not want to go. She wanted to flee; she was very good at eluding people, since they had killed her mother calling her a witch, aon lon lover, and many other obscenities. Panjiiro had been very young at the time, and had fled into the forest. She had found a family of panda’s who accepted her, and lived with them.
Panjiiro wanted nothing to do with humans, and normally any disturbance in her forest was due to humans. But this looked more serious. What if some of the animals whom she cared so deeply for were hurt, or trapped by that smoke? Could she live with herself just fleeing the scene?
No, she knew that she would go. She would go, and she would rescue her friends, more than that, this forest was her family.
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Jakotsu sighed a breathy sigh, and looked off into the distance, his eyes not seeing outwardly, but imagining inwardly. He was imagining how much fun it would be to play with that hunk Inu Yasha. He had no interest in the two women what-so-ever. He saw that white hair fanned about his head, as he lay in a cushion of green grass, cherry blossoms falling to land on his blood. His blood would be a rich red color, and would smell wonderful. There many, many small cuts on his body, and his shirt would have come off in the battle.
Jakotsu felt himself getting hard. His chest would be streaked in blood, and Jakotsu would stand over him, as Inu Yasha released his hold on the major wound in his chest to reach for him, blood spilling from the open wound, and dripping down the arm of his outstretched hand. He would whisper his name, “Jakotsu…”
“Jakotsu…Jakotsu, damn you, are you paying attention to me?”
Jakotsu shook himself from his reverie to see Renkotsu standing near him, looking slightly aggravated.
“Oh, hello brother,” Jakotsu smiled.
“Are you ready? I believe they found the hot spring,” Renkotsu smiled.
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Mukotsu had come to the village at the base of Mt. Hakurei, he had eaten at the inn, and sat back listening to the locals chatter. It was later in the day, and many of the men were here drinking sake after a hard day’s work in the fields. Knowing men, the subject would get around to beautiful women, and that is what Mukotsu was looking for. He had followed the conversations at many other inns, and many of the men spoke of a hime who lived near Mt. Hakurei, who would make the moon herself jealous of her beauty. This is what Mukotsu sought.
He did not have long to wait. The men spoke of a man who was not Japanese, and had traveled far and wide on merchant ships, but chose to settle here in Japan, after meeting a beautiful hime. After many years on the sea he had amassed quite a wealth, and was able to woo her with his exotic looks, expensive gifts, and unusual mannerisms. He bought her a house near Mt. Hakurei, and they lived there still today.
Their daughter was Lady Saikobi, and she had eyes of the brightest green. The men discussed her beauty and compared her skin to the softest and fairest of silks. Her hair was described as the most unique shade, a soft brown, interlaced with golden highlights. Her father was very protective of her, and although many suitors had asked for her hand, he had refused them all.
Mukotsu asked which direction he could find the mansion in, and a villager pointed him the correct way.
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Panjiiro lifted a log, and freed a rabbit, which had been stuck under it, the rabbit limped away. Flames ate at the nearby trees, the heat causing her to sweat. She had freed several small forest animals, and one of her fellow panda’s from the raging fire. Black smoke billowed overhead, and made it hard to breathe.
Loud booming noises echoed through the forest, she had to find that noise, and stop it, whatever it was. Gentle in nature, she could be mean when roused, as she was right now. In anger, she sped up, still scanning the sea of fire, which was once her beloved forest fojurejured animals. She saw the bodies of several birds, and a squirrel as she neared the booming noises, they were all dead. Her eyes took on a pinkish tinge as fury raged through her body.
She broke through the trees, ducking out of the way just as another booming volley of flaming shrapnel flew into the trees. She looked up to be greeted with his laughing countenance, “geesheshesheshee.” He laughed, his orange hair fluttering in the hot winds, as hot orange ashes rose towards the sky, and a rain of grey debris fluttered to the ground.
Panjiiro did not know what to make of this enemy, she had never seen anything like it, and the volley he had sent into the trees had nearly taken what courage she had out of her. No, damn it, this creature would not do this! She set out for him at a run, her claws extended, only to become entangled in a net he shot at her. Try as she might, she could not untangle herself. He was on her, before she could find the ends of the net, and he had picked up the corners, tying it off, so she would not be able to escape. He slung the net over his back, and turned towards home. Panjiiro clawed at him, and at the net, in vain. The net was made of the same steel that his back was plated with.
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Mukotsu had found the house easily enough. He scouted it out, and there were no guards around, just several servants. He waited until everyone was in bed, and snuck into the house. After trying a few doors, he finally found the one he wanted. He slid the door closed behind him, and walked over to the sleeping girl.
She was beautiful indeed. Moonlight shone on her golden locks, giving her an unearthly aura. How he would like to have this girl for himself, he thought. He removed the correct canister from his satchel, and leaned over her. Her eyes flew open seconds before he released the toxin into her face. She struggled for a moment, before her pupils contracted to the point of being non-existent. She stared at nothing, and Mukotsu smiled to himself.
“Stand up.” She obeyed. He knew they would travel for a few days, and as such, he ordered her to dress, grinning all the while. If he had more time, he would have played with those firm high breasts she had displayed for him, he would have tickled the thatch of brown nether curls, but regretfully, someone could wake up at any time.
When she was clothed, he opened her door, quietly, peering up and down the hallway before leading her off into the night.
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~Flashback leading to present~
Renkotsu was very observant, and had noticed the red handprint on the monk’s face. He had a feeling he knew what it was from, observing the lewd way the monk eyed the warrior. The problem was how to get the girls separated from the men; especially that white-haired hanyou who would prove a distraction for Jakotsu.
Renkotsu and Jakotsu had continued walking, when Renkotsu remembered a small crystaline pond that they had passed a few hours ago. The base of it had been lined with several rocks, and it was perfect. Renkotsu quickly relayed his plan to Jakotsu, and they set off in the opposite direction at a quick pace. They needed to arrive at the pond with plenty of time to spare before the other group got there.
It had been a grueling day’s travel, but the two had made it. With Jakotsu wading in, and removing small boulders, Renkotsu heated them with his flame, until they glowed red, then with special gloves to protect from the heat (Oven mitts) Jakotsu would drop them in the pond. In this fashion, they heated the pond to a steamy luxurious bath; the heated rocks would keep it this way for a day or two. It had taken them a long time to heat the pond, and the two men were nearly exhausted.
Renkotsu had left Jakotsu to keep watch, and make sure no one got into the pond, while he had scouted for the party, to see how the rest of his plan would play out. As luck would have it, they were about a half an hour down the road, and looking very dusty and tired.
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Kagome leaned on her bicycle wearily. Her butt hurt from riding it too much, but after the scene the last time she had mentioned it, she had decided just to keep her mouth shut this time. It had been so embarrassing having the entire group talking about her butt, especially when Miroku and Inu Yasha had started to argue about it(This fight actually happened between Shippo and Inu, but as Shippo will not be in this fic, Miroku will suffice).
“Inu Yasha, do you think we could find somewhere to camp soon?” Kagome asked.
He looked over at her, and noticed she was dragging, and she was walking, which probably meant her butt hurt again, but after the last time, he sure as hell wasn’t going to say anything, Kagome was scary when she got mad. He had truly thought he hated this girl when he first met her. She had shattered his jewel, shattering his dream along with it, but before he could strike the killing blow, she had offered to help him piece it back together. He had hesitated, he didn’t know why, but he had, and now he was glad that he did, because they hadn’t known at the time, but Kagome could actually see the aura that the j gav gave off. As time had progressed, he had gone from viewing her as a nuisance to viewing her as a valuable member of this group, with real contributions to make, as well as his closest friend. He could confide in her, and know that she would not blab her mouth about it.
Knowing that they would cover much more distance were Kagome rested, he relented, besides she had been slowing them down all day, they had made very poor time, so maybe if she rested her butt the entire night, she could ride her bicycle contraption, and then they could make up for some lost time.
“I smell water up ahead; we will stop there for the night.”
Kagome’s eyes softened as she looked at Inu Yasha gratefully. “Thank you,” she whispered, knowing his sensitive ears had heard her, by the tell-tale twitch.
The pond had turned out to be a hot-spring! Kagome relished the thought of soaking her tortured posterior in the hot water. She and Sango had told the guys to take their turn first, while the girls made the evening meal, that way they could soak to their hearts content after eating, but of course, they wouldn’t tell the guys that, the guys thought they were just being nice letting them go first. Besides that, hentai Miroku wouldn’t be able to see much in the dark if he tried to spy.
After they had eaten, Kagome grabbed her backpack, and Sango her boomerang, just in case there was trouble.
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Renkotsu could not believe how well his plan was working out; all of the pieces were falling into place perfectly. The hanyou had not suspected that they were still here, recognizing their scent from earlier, and thinking, they too had bathed here. The softer girl had brought her yellow satchel and the other girl her weapon, so there would be not dangerous retrieval of their belongings to make the plan more believable.
They let the girls lull into a contented silence for awhile. The water was hot enough, that were they to move too quickly after soaking for awhile, they would get dizzy. Jakotsu was to grab the warrior, being better in hand to hand combat if it came to that, and he would grab the other.
Renkotsu snuck up behind Kagome, while Jakotsu snuck up behind Sango. The girls had their heads relaxed against different rocks, while their bodies floated in the pool's warmth, both had their eyes closed, and didn’t see the attack coming.
Swiftly, the men, perfectly timed, grabbed the girls, clamping a hand over each of their mouths, Jakotsu held a knife to Sango’s throat, stilling her instantly, while Renkotsu quickly pulled a thrashing Kagome from the water, easily subduing her by brute force; when she bit his hand, he back-handed her, knocking her unconscious. He gagged her, bound her hand and feet, and threw her still naked form into a large rice sack. When he had finished with her, he walked over to Jakotsu and did the same to Sango, while Jakotsu held the knife to her throat.
With the girls taken care of, Renkotsu rifled through Sango’s possessions until he found a throwing knife. Packing up all of the girls belongings but this one item, he pulled out the note. Sticking it to a tree with Sango’s throwing knife, the scooped up their burdens, and headed towards home.
Jakotsu had written the note in his girlish scrawl, under Renkotsu’s close eye, to make sure he misled led nothing.
We saw Kohaku! Don’t worry about us, we will be fine, but we are following him, there was no time to tell you as we are trying to catch up to him. If all goes well, we will meet back up with you after taking him back to my village, in about a month’s time. Until then, fare well in your travels.
Sango
By the time those two figured out that the girls were abducted, it would be too late. Tirlsirls would be a part of Bankotsu’s harem.
Kawool – thanx, I love the Suikotsu/Kikyou pairing, and may end up doing a story just for that pairing.
Animechick262003 – isn’t he though? No, I never noticed that, I have to re-watch some episodes, and compare. *Hugs back to you*
well, here is the third installment of Bankotsu's Harem, remember to review after you read! No lemon in this chapter, but never fear, later chapters will more than make up for it!! *grins evilly*
3. Renkotsu and Jakotsu team up
Renkotsu and Jakotsu walked along the path, Jakotsu chattering, Renkotsu listening, and sparsely commenting. Jakotsu was not the brightest star in the sky, so some of his comments were off the wall. As they were walking, they passed Inu Yasha, Miroku, Sango and Kagome. Renkotsu had taken over, ordering Jakotsu to stay quiet. Jakotsu sullenly pouted, while his eyes danced in delight at the well-fit model of manliness before him. He wanted to pick a fight, but knew that Renkotsu would tell Bankotsu, and his head would be on a platter, if Renkotsu himself didn’t do it.
Renkotsu, however, had his eye on the two women before him. One was a fighter, she was fit, and although she wore traditional garb, that she was a fighter was obvious. There was no hiding the gargantuan boomerang made of bone on her back, nor the various other instruments of war she carried. The other was a softer beauty, and although she was in good shape, she looked more like a delicate flower, ripe for the plucking.
They spoke for a few minutes, asking each other of the roads ahead. Renkotsu commented to the warrior woman, asking her if she were a demon exterminator. She had replied affirmatively. He further queried why she was so far from home, and she had explained how her village had been raided by Youkai, they had suffered many casualties, but none worse for her than the fact that her young brother had been wounded and kidnapped. She now searched for him; he was about so tall, with brown hair and eyes, and freckles across the bridge of his nose, had they seen him?
He had apologized and said “no I haven’t seen him, but I will let him know that his lovely sister is searching for hihoulhould I meet him, what is his name?”
“Kohaku,” Sango replied blushing.
After a few more pleasantries, each party continued on its way. When he was sure they were out of the hanyou’s hearing range, Renkotsu began to immediately formulate a plan, the sharp, calculating wheels of his mind working. Jakotsu although not understanding all the reasoning behind the plan, knew enough tactics, that this was a good plan, as well as the fact that he trusted his comrade in arms, after all, next to Bankotsu, he was the smartest.
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Mukotsu relaxed in the afternoon sunlight, Mt. Hakurei rising in the distance. He had taken his basket off, his shoulders slightly sore, as he had more in it than he usually carried. He had a stone bowl and pestle before him, for blending his herbs together. When he found his victim, he didn’t want to kill her, only temporarily incapacitate her.
At first, he was going to use a special blend to render her paralyzed, but as he thought of it, he didn’t much feel like lugging a woman around, being of a lesser stature, and so he opted for this blend instead, it essentially drugged the victim, rendering their mind open to commands. For the time that she was on this drug, she would be his mindless automaton.
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Ginkotsu lumbered through the trees, sunlight glinting off of his mechanical parts. He was truly the ugliest member of the Shichinintai. He had no personal interest in women any longer, there was nothing left of that part of his anatomy to desire a woman, but this did not mean that he did not have an eye for beauty. He had all the companionship he required in his comrades in arms, and no one could love him more than they did.
Who else would pick up his tortured body, and fabricate him mechanical pieces that allowed him movement? He cared not that he was viewed as a freak, those that viewed him as such needed to die, just as those that had hurt him causing the need for fabricated body parts in the first place, needed to die. He had one loyalty and that was to his brethren, and he would follow them to the death if need be.
He had been told by a man that there was rumored to be a very beautiful, young panda hanyou living in this forest, right before he blew the manead ead off with one of his guns. How he loved killing, it was so fun! He allowed himself to laugh, geesheshesheshee! (A/N: If you haven’t heard it, this laugh is damn annoying, and will drive you nuts!)
So, he had followed the rumor, and was now combing the forest for the elusive girl. He was bored, not having much luck as of yet, and so slung out a couple of his circular saw blades. 5 trees fell, before the blades became embedded into a rock, and a tree. He went and retrieved the 2 blades, looking for damage, there was none. He placed them back in the slot in his shoulder, and continued on. Still bored, he fired a shot from his primary cannon, flushing out a bunch of birds, as well as starting several trees on fire.
Black smoke billowed from near the deafening booming noise. Panjiiro looked that way apprehensively, she did not want to go. She wanted to flee; she was very good at eluding people, since they had killed her mother calling her a witch, aon lon lover, and many other obscenities. Panjiiro had been very young at the time, and had fled into the forest. She had found a family of panda’s who accepted her, and lived with them.
Panjiiro wanted nothing to do with humans, and normally any disturbance in her forest was due to humans. But this looked more serious. What if some of the animals whom she cared so deeply for were hurt, or trapped by that smoke? Could she live with herself just fleeing the scene?
No, she knew that she would go. She would go, and she would rescue her friends, more than that, this forest was her family.
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Jakotsu sighed a breathy sigh, and looked off into the distance, his eyes not seeing outwardly, but imagining inwardly. He was imagining how much fun it would be to play with that hunk Inu Yasha. He had no interest in the two women what-so-ever. He saw that white hair fanned about his head, as he lay in a cushion of green grass, cherry blossoms falling to land on his blood. His blood would be a rich red color, and would smell wonderful. There many, many small cuts on his body, and his shirt would have come off in the battle.
Jakotsu felt himself getting hard. His chest would be streaked in blood, and Jakotsu would stand over him, as Inu Yasha released his hold on the major wound in his chest to reach for him, blood spilling from the open wound, and dripping down the arm of his outstretched hand. He would whisper his name, “Jakotsu…”
“Jakotsu…Jakotsu, damn you, are you paying attention to me?”
Jakotsu shook himself from his reverie to see Renkotsu standing near him, looking slightly aggravated.
“Oh, hello brother,” Jakotsu smiled.
“Are you ready? I believe they found the hot spring,” Renkotsu smiled.
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Mukotsu had come to the village at the base of Mt. Hakurei, he had eaten at the inn, and sat back listening to the locals chatter. It was later in the day, and many of the men were here drinking sake after a hard day’s work in the fields. Knowing men, the subject would get around to beautiful women, and that is what Mukotsu was looking for. He had followed the conversations at many other inns, and many of the men spoke of a hime who lived near Mt. Hakurei, who would make the moon herself jealous of her beauty. This is what Mukotsu sought.
He did not have long to wait. The men spoke of a man who was not Japanese, and had traveled far and wide on merchant ships, but chose to settle here in Japan, after meeting a beautiful hime. After many years on the sea he had amassed quite a wealth, and was able to woo her with his exotic looks, expensive gifts, and unusual mannerisms. He bought her a house near Mt. Hakurei, and they lived there still today.
Their daughter was Lady Saikobi, and she had eyes of the brightest green. The men discussed her beauty and compared her skin to the softest and fairest of silks. Her hair was described as the most unique shade, a soft brown, interlaced with golden highlights. Her father was very protective of her, and although many suitors had asked for her hand, he had refused them all.
Mukotsu asked which direction he could find the mansion in, and a villager pointed him the correct way.
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Panjiiro lifted a log, and freed a rabbit, which had been stuck under it, the rabbit limped away. Flames ate at the nearby trees, the heat causing her to sweat. She had freed several small forest animals, and one of her fellow panda’s from the raging fire. Black smoke billowed overhead, and made it hard to breathe.
Loud booming noises echoed through the forest, she had to find that noise, and stop it, whatever it was. Gentle in nature, she could be mean when roused, as she was right now. In anger, she sped up, still scanning the sea of fire, which was once her beloved forest fojurejured animals. She saw the bodies of several birds, and a squirrel as she neared the booming noises, they were all dead. Her eyes took on a pinkish tinge as fury raged through her body.
She broke through the trees, ducking out of the way just as another booming volley of flaming shrapnel flew into the trees. She looked up to be greeted with his laughing countenance, “geesheshesheshee.” He laughed, his orange hair fluttering in the hot winds, as hot orange ashes rose towards the sky, and a rain of grey debris fluttered to the ground.
Panjiiro did not know what to make of this enemy, she had never seen anything like it, and the volley he had sent into the trees had nearly taken what courage she had out of her. No, damn it, this creature would not do this! She set out for him at a run, her claws extended, only to become entangled in a net he shot at her. Try as she might, she could not untangle herself. He was on her, before she could find the ends of the net, and he had picked up the corners, tying it off, so she would not be able to escape. He slung the net over his back, and turned towards home. Panjiiro clawed at him, and at the net, in vain. The net was made of the same steel that his back was plated with.
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Mukotsu had found the house easily enough. He scouted it out, and there were no guards around, just several servants. He waited until everyone was in bed, and snuck into the house. After trying a few doors, he finally found the one he wanted. He slid the door closed behind him, and walked over to the sleeping girl.
She was beautiful indeed. Moonlight shone on her golden locks, giving her an unearthly aura. How he would like to have this girl for himself, he thought. He removed the correct canister from his satchel, and leaned over her. Her eyes flew open seconds before he released the toxin into her face. She struggled for a moment, before her pupils contracted to the point of being non-existent. She stared at nothing, and Mukotsu smiled to himself.
“Stand up.” She obeyed. He knew they would travel for a few days, and as such, he ordered her to dress, grinning all the while. If he had more time, he would have played with those firm high breasts she had displayed for him, he would have tickled the thatch of brown nether curls, but regretfully, someone could wake up at any time.
When she was clothed, he opened her door, quietly, peering up and down the hallway before leading her off into the night.
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~Flashback leading to present~
Renkotsu was very observant, and had noticed the red handprint on the monk’s face. He had a feeling he knew what it was from, observing the lewd way the monk eyed the warrior. The problem was how to get the girls separated from the men; especially that white-haired hanyou who would prove a distraction for Jakotsu.
Renkotsu and Jakotsu had continued walking, when Renkotsu remembered a small crystaline pond that they had passed a few hours ago. The base of it had been lined with several rocks, and it was perfect. Renkotsu quickly relayed his plan to Jakotsu, and they set off in the opposite direction at a quick pace. They needed to arrive at the pond with plenty of time to spare before the other group got there.
It had been a grueling day’s travel, but the two had made it. With Jakotsu wading in, and removing small boulders, Renkotsu heated them with his flame, until they glowed red, then with special gloves to protect from the heat (Oven mitts) Jakotsu would drop them in the pond. In this fashion, they heated the pond to a steamy luxurious bath; the heated rocks would keep it this way for a day or two. It had taken them a long time to heat the pond, and the two men were nearly exhausted.
Renkotsu had left Jakotsu to keep watch, and make sure no one got into the pond, while he had scouted for the party, to see how the rest of his plan would play out. As luck would have it, they were about a half an hour down the road, and looking very dusty and tired.
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Kagome leaned on her bicycle wearily. Her butt hurt from riding it too much, but after the scene the last time she had mentioned it, she had decided just to keep her mouth shut this time. It had been so embarrassing having the entire group talking about her butt, especially when Miroku and Inu Yasha had started to argue about it(This fight actually happened between Shippo and Inu, but as Shippo will not be in this fic, Miroku will suffice).
“Inu Yasha, do you think we could find somewhere to camp soon?” Kagome asked.
He looked over at her, and noticed she was dragging, and she was walking, which probably meant her butt hurt again, but after the last time, he sure as hell wasn’t going to say anything, Kagome was scary when she got mad. He had truly thought he hated this girl when he first met her. She had shattered his jewel, shattering his dream along with it, but before he could strike the killing blow, she had offered to help him piece it back together. He had hesitated, he didn’t know why, but he had, and now he was glad that he did, because they hadn’t known at the time, but Kagome could actually see the aura that the j gav gave off. As time had progressed, he had gone from viewing her as a nuisance to viewing her as a valuable member of this group, with real contributions to make, as well as his closest friend. He could confide in her, and know that she would not blab her mouth about it.
Knowing that they would cover much more distance were Kagome rested, he relented, besides she had been slowing them down all day, they had made very poor time, so maybe if she rested her butt the entire night, she could ride her bicycle contraption, and then they could make up for some lost time.
“I smell water up ahead; we will stop there for the night.”
Kagome’s eyes softened as she looked at Inu Yasha gratefully. “Thank you,” she whispered, knowing his sensitive ears had heard her, by the tell-tale twitch.
The pond had turned out to be a hot-spring! Kagome relished the thought of soaking her tortured posterior in the hot water. She and Sango had told the guys to take their turn first, while the girls made the evening meal, that way they could soak to their hearts content after eating, but of course, they wouldn’t tell the guys that, the guys thought they were just being nice letting them go first. Besides that, hentai Miroku wouldn’t be able to see much in the dark if he tried to spy.
After they had eaten, Kagome grabbed her backpack, and Sango her boomerang, just in case there was trouble.
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Renkotsu could not believe how well his plan was working out; all of the pieces were falling into place perfectly. The hanyou had not suspected that they were still here, recognizing their scent from earlier, and thinking, they too had bathed here. The softer girl had brought her yellow satchel and the other girl her weapon, so there would be not dangerous retrieval of their belongings to make the plan more believable.
They let the girls lull into a contented silence for awhile. The water was hot enough, that were they to move too quickly after soaking for awhile, they would get dizzy. Jakotsu was to grab the warrior, being better in hand to hand combat if it came to that, and he would grab the other.
Renkotsu snuck up behind Kagome, while Jakotsu snuck up behind Sango. The girls had their heads relaxed against different rocks, while their bodies floated in the pool's warmth, both had their eyes closed, and didn’t see the attack coming.
Swiftly, the men, perfectly timed, grabbed the girls, clamping a hand over each of their mouths, Jakotsu held a knife to Sango’s throat, stilling her instantly, while Renkotsu quickly pulled a thrashing Kagome from the water, easily subduing her by brute force; when she bit his hand, he back-handed her, knocking her unconscious. He gagged her, bound her hand and feet, and threw her still naked form into a large rice sack. When he had finished with her, he walked over to Jakotsu and did the same to Sango, while Jakotsu held the knife to her throat.
With the girls taken care of, Renkotsu rifled through Sango’s possessions until he found a throwing knife. Packing up all of the girls belongings but this one item, he pulled out the note. Sticking it to a tree with Sango’s throwing knife, the scooped up their burdens, and headed towards home.
Jakotsu had written the note in his girlish scrawl, under Renkotsu’s close eye, to make sure he misled led nothing.
We saw Kohaku! Don’t worry about us, we will be fine, but we are following him, there was no time to tell you as we are trying to catch up to him. If all goes well, we will meet back up with you after taking him back to my village, in about a month’s time. Until then, fare well in your travels.
Sango
By the time those two figured out that the girls were abducted, it would be too late. Tirlsirls would be a part of Bankotsu’s harem.