InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Mercenary's Everlasting Love ❯ eleven ( Chapter 11 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: kittyb78 
Bankotsu's wedding. Bankotsu and Koneko are married, by none other than Miroku.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.01.2010 | Updated On: 01.01.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 194 | Status: Work In Progress
Bankotsu's wedding. Bankotsu and Koneko are married, by none other than Miroku.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.01.2010 | Updated On: 01.01.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 194 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha! I do own Koneko AKA Kitty, and the plot, and story line..... There. I said it. (sighs)
A/N: the Japanese name Takeshi means - bamboo tree, unbending. So in this case, it stands for unbending.
Chapter 11:
The next morning they woke up just as the sun was rising. They lazily bathed in the hot spring together, taking care to scrub their bodies and hair free from sweat and dirt, and then dressed. Gathering their blanket, they returned to the village and Bankotsu used some rather…. persuasive measures, to convince the lecherous monk Miroku to wed them immediately.
He’d also taken extra measures to ensure the lecherous monk didn’t ruin the wedding for his blushing bride by being perverse. To put it bluntly, Bankotsu had point blank informed the monk that if his wife ended up the least bit upset, because of Miroku’s mouth or hands, or didn’t like the ceremony; he’d never have to worry about having offspring, because he’d be unable to.
Removing his dagger from the wide eyed monk’s crotch, Bankotsu smirked in satisfaction that the monk understood his meaning, and walked away to prepare for his wedding.
--
Bankotsu stood tall and proud in his pristine white silk hakamas and haori, while Koneko had dressed in her best yukata. It was light green with vivid blue and orange flowers decorating it.
They stood holding hands and smiling at each other in front of the small table, as Miroku conducted the ceremony, which he began by reading from the hymnal and then pouring the ceremonial Saki into a small bowl.
Koneko’s warm amber eyes shone with pure happiness as she stared into Bankotsu’s equally happy blue eyes.
Renkotsu brought over the thin sturdy bands that Bankotsu had secretly ordered him to make, and passed them to the monk. Miroku smiled and instructed, “Bankotsu, take this ring and recite the vows you have chosen, as you slip it onto Koneko’s finger.”
Nodding, Bankotsu held her smaller hand in his larger one and stared deep into her eyes, saying, “I vow to love and protect you always. To be a good provider for you and any children we have. I vow to treasure you and our children, for all of my days. I vow to be the best damned husband I possibly can to you and a decent father to our kids. And most importantly, I vow to never leave you unsatisfied.”
Miroku’s eyes widened as he thought, ‘Is this some kind of joke?! He threatens me with bodily harm if I make one crack, and then he goes and says that?!’ He stared at the braid haired teenager in disbelief.
His tongue burned with the need to say something, but his eyes feel to his crotch and he thought determinedly, ‘No, I won’t do it. It must be some kind of test or something… yeah that’s got to be it. He’s testing me!’
The rest of the crowd either stared in shock, shook their head, or grinned at their leader’s unexpected, yet completely accurate comment.
Miroku thought, ‘As much as I’m itching to say something, I won’t.’ adding to himself seriously, ‘I’d like to have kids with my beloved Sango someday soon.’ Forcing himself to swallow his retort, Miroku ruthlessly shoved temptation aside and kept a straight face as the ceremony continued.
Smirking at Koneko’s blush, Bankotsu continued seriously, “I take you as my wife and offer my undying love, and devotion to only you. I promise to do everything within my power to see that you are happy and never want for anything, or feel alone again.”
Sliding the thin yet sturdy diamond coated band onto her ring finger, he concluded, “With this ring, I claim you for my wife, and proclaim myself your husband.” bestowing a kiss on the ring adorning her finger.
She smiled at him and Miroku said in a completely serious manner, “Koneko, take this ring and recite the vows you have chosen, as you slip it onto Bankotsu’s finger.”
She picked up the ring and stared into her warrior’s blue eyes deeply, saying, “I vow to love and protect you always. To be the best wife that I can to you and the best mother I possibly can to our children. I promise to provide a good home for our family, a warm bed for you. I vow to relax you when you return home weary from a long day’s work, and to ensure that you have good satisfying meals.”
Inhaling a deep breath, she continued, “I take you as my husband, and offer my undying love and devotion to only you. I promise to do everything within my power to see that you are happy and never feel unwanted or unaccepted again.”
Slipping the larger thin yet sturdy diamond coated band onto his ring finger, she finished, “With this ring, I claim you as my lord husband, and proclaim myself your wife.”
For several moments, they stood there holding each other’s hands before all in attendance and exchanging happy smiles.
Grinning Miroku dipped the sacred binding wraps into a separate bowl of Saki and held them up, asking for a blessing from Kami.
He brought them down and began carefully wrapping them around the left wrists of the bride and groom, as he said, “Kami above, we ask that you bless this union and help them to draw on each other’s strength in times of sorrow. What the almighty Kami has joined here today, allow no being to ever render asunder.”
He picked up the ceremonial Saki bowl and placed it in Bankotsu’s hand. Bankotsu tilted the bowl to his mouth and sipped the spicy brew. Smiling he passed the bowl to Koneko. She tipped the bowl to her lips and sipped the brew, before passing it back to Bankotsu, who then passed it back to Miroku.
Grinning Miroku announced, “I present to you all of those here in attendance, Mr. and Mrs. Takeshi.” Turning to Bankotsu with a lascivious grin, he added, “You may kiss your bride now.”
Miroku grinned mentally patting himself on the back, he’d managed to make it through the ceremony and keep his highly prized body part intact.
Not needing a second’s thought, Bankotsu smirked and wrapped his arms around Kitty dipping her, as his mouth fastened to hers in a soul searing kiss. After getting over her shock, she grinned and kissed him back eagerly, wrapping her arms around his thick chorded neck.
Jakotsu dabbed at the tears falling from his eyes and began weeping joyously. Sango and Kohaku blinked at his unusually emotional outburst, before clapping. Renkotsu and Suikotsu began clapping as well.
A minute later, Bankotsu righted his wife to her feet and pulled back breaking their kiss in desperate need of oxygen. She blushed and hid her face in his chest. He smirked holding her in his arms and they thought happily, ‘We’re finally married.’ hugging each other as if they would never let go.
Torao was by their feet and mewled his approval before leaping onto Bankotsu’s shoulder, and rubbing against his cheek affectionately. Kirara leapt onto Koneko’s shoulder doing the same. They laughed and pet the nekos, before they leapt to the ground and began playing chase again.
Smiling the newlyweds held each other around the waist and were greeted by the witnesses, one by one, accepting their congratulations.
Miroku walked over wrapping an arm around Sango’s waist, pulling her into his side. Smiling she leaned her head on his shoulder and the couples walked over to where the food was already cooking.
--
Everyone sat down around the small fire, and enjoyed their breakfast, while talking together.
The conversations ranged from the beautiful weather they were experiencing, to the happy couples ceremony. I t hadn’t been you average traditional wedding ceremony.
For starters, neither of the newlyweds had worn the traditional wedding kimonos, or headpieces.
For another thing, their vows had been completely unique. The words exchanged had been from deep within each other’s hearts, and were nothing like the normal wedding vows, making them all the more special to their spouses.
Eventually the topic changed to a more serious subject. Kohaku said, “So, we have the jobs settled, and the supplies are stored. Training has gone much better than had been originally anticipated. So, all we need now, is to decide who best should become our new village headman.”
Silence fell over the gathered crowd, and slowly all eyes turned to Bankotsu, who was petting the ice neko he’d adopted into his family.
Sensing the many eyes upon his frame, he blinked a few times, before holding up his hands defensively to ward off their stares, and barked out, “No way, find someone else to be the paper pusher. I’m going to be out fighting and training new recruits.” poking a finger into his own massive chest to emphasize his words.
Knowing how short of an attention span he had for menial tasks, his wife offered, “I could always handle the paperwork,” Adding seriously,” but people will be more likely to respect a man as the leader, then they would a woman.” finishing with a hint of sadness in her eyes and tone.
Bankotsu’s face turned into a frown. Remembering that Sango had mentioned before, that her father had been the headman, he cheered up a little, asking, “Well, why not Kohaku? I mean he’s the next in line for the position anyways, right?”
Blinking in shock, Kohaku pointed out, “I’m still just a kid to most people. They would never accept a kid as the leader of a prominent clan of demon slayers. Besides which, I’m more of a follower, than a leader- always have been.”
Sango agreed, “That’s right. No offence little brother, but you’ve never had the confidence, or the tenacity, that being a leader entails.”
Kohaku stared at her and said, “None taken.” relieved that someone agreed with him.
Bankotsu scoffed, “Whatever.” before protesting vehemently, “It’s too damn much of a hassle for me and sounds like a boring job. No thanks!” shuddering in revulsion at the idea.
Everyone’s eyes turned to Miroku and he said calmly, “I’m a man of peaceful intent. I am but a simple priest, not a leader by any means.”
Looking at his men, Bankotsu smiled and asked, “What about Renkotsu? He’s always been the brains of the original group. How about Ren?”
Renkotsu blinked at the unexpected offer and said, “No thanks big brother, you’re far better suited to that position than me.” holding up his hands defensively.
Bankotsu snorted, before declaring seriously, “I will stick to fighting the battles. I prefer being out in the middle of the action, not stuck behind a damned desk.”
Kitty said, “The headman is rarely ever ‘stuck behind a desk’, but whatever. Let’s just drop it for now. We have plenty of time after the winter, to appoint the village headman.”
Afraid that they would be next to be asked, Suikotsu and Jakotsu both chimed in, “Leave me out of it.”
Wanting to just forget about their worries and enjoy the beautiful day, Kitty grinned, reminding seriously, “Today is our wedding day, so no more of this headman business today. Everybody clear?” staring from one person to the next.
Sango sighed heavily and said, “You’re right, Koneko. Today is a day of celebration. The business at hand can wait for another day.” as she stood up to began playing her instrument.
Smiling Kitty stood up and held out a hand to her husband. After a moment’s hesitation, he decided to throw caution to the wind and enjoy his wedding day. He grinned and pulled her into his arms and much to the others’ surprises, they began dancing to the music.
Eventually everyone slowly joined in and Sango and Kohaku switched off on playing the instrument. Miroku behaved himself as he and Sango danced together. From time to time, they would also dance in a large circle, with everyone holding hands.
While the couples danced together, Jakotsu clapped happily and brought out two bottles of Saki, pouring them into everyone’s cups.
It had been drastically different than the traditional wedding ceremony, and the celebration wasn’t anywhere near as festive as it would have been with more people, but they enjoyed it nonetheless.
The remainder of the day was spent celebrating the joyous occasion, as well as the rebirth of the once mighty village, with everyone laughing and enjoying themselves. The meals were exquisite and everyone enjoyed the rare and peaceful day. Even the nekos joined in and celebrated with the humans.
--
A/N: Okay, I know it’s a little shorter than my normal length for this fic, but hey it’s a great place o stop. So, there is chapter eleven everyone- enjoy! XD
A/N: the Japanese name Takeshi means - bamboo tree, unbending. So in this case, it stands for unbending.
Chapter 11:
The next morning they woke up just as the sun was rising. They lazily bathed in the hot spring together, taking care to scrub their bodies and hair free from sweat and dirt, and then dressed. Gathering their blanket, they returned to the village and Bankotsu used some rather…. persuasive measures, to convince the lecherous monk Miroku to wed them immediately.
He’d also taken extra measures to ensure the lecherous monk didn’t ruin the wedding for his blushing bride by being perverse. To put it bluntly, Bankotsu had point blank informed the monk that if his wife ended up the least bit upset, because of Miroku’s mouth or hands, or didn’t like the ceremony; he’d never have to worry about having offspring, because he’d be unable to.
Removing his dagger from the wide eyed monk’s crotch, Bankotsu smirked in satisfaction that the monk understood his meaning, and walked away to prepare for his wedding.
--
Bankotsu stood tall and proud in his pristine white silk hakamas and haori, while Koneko had dressed in her best yukata. It was light green with vivid blue and orange flowers decorating it.
They stood holding hands and smiling at each other in front of the small table, as Miroku conducted the ceremony, which he began by reading from the hymnal and then pouring the ceremonial Saki into a small bowl.
Koneko’s warm amber eyes shone with pure happiness as she stared into Bankotsu’s equally happy blue eyes.
Renkotsu brought over the thin sturdy bands that Bankotsu had secretly ordered him to make, and passed them to the monk. Miroku smiled and instructed, “Bankotsu, take this ring and recite the vows you have chosen, as you slip it onto Koneko’s finger.”
Nodding, Bankotsu held her smaller hand in his larger one and stared deep into her eyes, saying, “I vow to love and protect you always. To be a good provider for you and any children we have. I vow to treasure you and our children, for all of my days. I vow to be the best damned husband I possibly can to you and a decent father to our kids. And most importantly, I vow to never leave you unsatisfied.”
Miroku’s eyes widened as he thought, ‘Is this some kind of joke?! He threatens me with bodily harm if I make one crack, and then he goes and says that?!’ He stared at the braid haired teenager in disbelief.
His tongue burned with the need to say something, but his eyes feel to his crotch and he thought determinedly, ‘No, I won’t do it. It must be some kind of test or something… yeah that’s got to be it. He’s testing me!’
The rest of the crowd either stared in shock, shook their head, or grinned at their leader’s unexpected, yet completely accurate comment.
Miroku thought, ‘As much as I’m itching to say something, I won’t.’ adding to himself seriously, ‘I’d like to have kids with my beloved Sango someday soon.’ Forcing himself to swallow his retort, Miroku ruthlessly shoved temptation aside and kept a straight face as the ceremony continued.
Smirking at Koneko’s blush, Bankotsu continued seriously, “I take you as my wife and offer my undying love, and devotion to only you. I promise to do everything within my power to see that you are happy and never want for anything, or feel alone again.”
Sliding the thin yet sturdy diamond coated band onto her ring finger, he concluded, “With this ring, I claim you for my wife, and proclaim myself your husband.” bestowing a kiss on the ring adorning her finger.
She smiled at him and Miroku said in a completely serious manner, “Koneko, take this ring and recite the vows you have chosen, as you slip it onto Bankotsu’s finger.”
She picked up the ring and stared into her warrior’s blue eyes deeply, saying, “I vow to love and protect you always. To be the best wife that I can to you and the best mother I possibly can to our children. I promise to provide a good home for our family, a warm bed for you. I vow to relax you when you return home weary from a long day’s work, and to ensure that you have good satisfying meals.”
Inhaling a deep breath, she continued, “I take you as my husband, and offer my undying love and devotion to only you. I promise to do everything within my power to see that you are happy and never feel unwanted or unaccepted again.”
Slipping the larger thin yet sturdy diamond coated band onto his ring finger, she finished, “With this ring, I claim you as my lord husband, and proclaim myself your wife.”
For several moments, they stood there holding each other’s hands before all in attendance and exchanging happy smiles.
Grinning Miroku dipped the sacred binding wraps into a separate bowl of Saki and held them up, asking for a blessing from Kami.
He brought them down and began carefully wrapping them around the left wrists of the bride and groom, as he said, “Kami above, we ask that you bless this union and help them to draw on each other’s strength in times of sorrow. What the almighty Kami has joined here today, allow no being to ever render asunder.”
He picked up the ceremonial Saki bowl and placed it in Bankotsu’s hand. Bankotsu tilted the bowl to his mouth and sipped the spicy brew. Smiling he passed the bowl to Koneko. She tipped the bowl to her lips and sipped the brew, before passing it back to Bankotsu, who then passed it back to Miroku.
Grinning Miroku announced, “I present to you all of those here in attendance, Mr. and Mrs. Takeshi.” Turning to Bankotsu with a lascivious grin, he added, “You may kiss your bride now.”
Miroku grinned mentally patting himself on the back, he’d managed to make it through the ceremony and keep his highly prized body part intact.
Not needing a second’s thought, Bankotsu smirked and wrapped his arms around Kitty dipping her, as his mouth fastened to hers in a soul searing kiss. After getting over her shock, she grinned and kissed him back eagerly, wrapping her arms around his thick chorded neck.
Jakotsu dabbed at the tears falling from his eyes and began weeping joyously. Sango and Kohaku blinked at his unusually emotional outburst, before clapping. Renkotsu and Suikotsu began clapping as well.
A minute later, Bankotsu righted his wife to her feet and pulled back breaking their kiss in desperate need of oxygen. She blushed and hid her face in his chest. He smirked holding her in his arms and they thought happily, ‘We’re finally married.’ hugging each other as if they would never let go.
Torao was by their feet and mewled his approval before leaping onto Bankotsu’s shoulder, and rubbing against his cheek affectionately. Kirara leapt onto Koneko’s shoulder doing the same. They laughed and pet the nekos, before they leapt to the ground and began playing chase again.
Smiling the newlyweds held each other around the waist and were greeted by the witnesses, one by one, accepting their congratulations.
Miroku walked over wrapping an arm around Sango’s waist, pulling her into his side. Smiling she leaned her head on his shoulder and the couples walked over to where the food was already cooking.
--
Everyone sat down around the small fire, and enjoyed their breakfast, while talking together.
The conversations ranged from the beautiful weather they were experiencing, to the happy couples ceremony. I t hadn’t been you average traditional wedding ceremony.
For starters, neither of the newlyweds had worn the traditional wedding kimonos, or headpieces.
For another thing, their vows had been completely unique. The words exchanged had been from deep within each other’s hearts, and were nothing like the normal wedding vows, making them all the more special to their spouses.
Eventually the topic changed to a more serious subject. Kohaku said, “So, we have the jobs settled, and the supplies are stored. Training has gone much better than had been originally anticipated. So, all we need now, is to decide who best should become our new village headman.”
Silence fell over the gathered crowd, and slowly all eyes turned to Bankotsu, who was petting the ice neko he’d adopted into his family.
Sensing the many eyes upon his frame, he blinked a few times, before holding up his hands defensively to ward off their stares, and barked out, “No way, find someone else to be the paper pusher. I’m going to be out fighting and training new recruits.” poking a finger into his own massive chest to emphasize his words.
Knowing how short of an attention span he had for menial tasks, his wife offered, “I could always handle the paperwork,” Adding seriously,” but people will be more likely to respect a man as the leader, then they would a woman.” finishing with a hint of sadness in her eyes and tone.
Bankotsu’s face turned into a frown. Remembering that Sango had mentioned before, that her father had been the headman, he cheered up a little, asking, “Well, why not Kohaku? I mean he’s the next in line for the position anyways, right?”
Blinking in shock, Kohaku pointed out, “I’m still just a kid to most people. They would never accept a kid as the leader of a prominent clan of demon slayers. Besides which, I’m more of a follower, than a leader- always have been.”
Sango agreed, “That’s right. No offence little brother, but you’ve never had the confidence, or the tenacity, that being a leader entails.”
Kohaku stared at her and said, “None taken.” relieved that someone agreed with him.
Bankotsu scoffed, “Whatever.” before protesting vehemently, “It’s too damn much of a hassle for me and sounds like a boring job. No thanks!” shuddering in revulsion at the idea.
Everyone’s eyes turned to Miroku and he said calmly, “I’m a man of peaceful intent. I am but a simple priest, not a leader by any means.”
Looking at his men, Bankotsu smiled and asked, “What about Renkotsu? He’s always been the brains of the original group. How about Ren?”
Renkotsu blinked at the unexpected offer and said, “No thanks big brother, you’re far better suited to that position than me.” holding up his hands defensively.
Bankotsu snorted, before declaring seriously, “I will stick to fighting the battles. I prefer being out in the middle of the action, not stuck behind a damned desk.”
Kitty said, “The headman is rarely ever ‘stuck behind a desk’, but whatever. Let’s just drop it for now. We have plenty of time after the winter, to appoint the village headman.”
Afraid that they would be next to be asked, Suikotsu and Jakotsu both chimed in, “Leave me out of it.”
Wanting to just forget about their worries and enjoy the beautiful day, Kitty grinned, reminding seriously, “Today is our wedding day, so no more of this headman business today. Everybody clear?” staring from one person to the next.
Sango sighed heavily and said, “You’re right, Koneko. Today is a day of celebration. The business at hand can wait for another day.” as she stood up to began playing her instrument.
Smiling Kitty stood up and held out a hand to her husband. After a moment’s hesitation, he decided to throw caution to the wind and enjoy his wedding day. He grinned and pulled her into his arms and much to the others’ surprises, they began dancing to the music.
Eventually everyone slowly joined in and Sango and Kohaku switched off on playing the instrument. Miroku behaved himself as he and Sango danced together. From time to time, they would also dance in a large circle, with everyone holding hands.
While the couples danced together, Jakotsu clapped happily and brought out two bottles of Saki, pouring them into everyone’s cups.
It had been drastically different than the traditional wedding ceremony, and the celebration wasn’t anywhere near as festive as it would have been with more people, but they enjoyed it nonetheless.
The remainder of the day was spent celebrating the joyous occasion, as well as the rebirth of the once mighty village, with everyone laughing and enjoying themselves. The meals were exquisite and everyone enjoyed the rare and peaceful day. Even the nekos joined in and celebrated with the humans.
--
A/N: Okay, I know it’s a little shorter than my normal length for this fic, but hey it’s a great place o stop. So, there is chapter eleven everyone- enjoy! XD