InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Mercenary's Everlasting Love ❯ thirteen ( Chapter 13 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: kittyb78 
A Heart To Heart.
Bankotsu and Koneko have a bit of a heart to heart talk.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.01.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 196 | Status: Work In Progress
A Heart To Heart.
Bankotsu and Koneko have a bit of a heart to heart talk.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.01.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 196 | 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)
Chapter 13:
A few hours later:
Koneko woke up with Torao curled against her stomach. She smiled and yawned, stretching a bit, before slipping off the futon, which was elevated by a sturdy wood platform that had been built about four feet and a half feet above floor level; by her clever and surprisingly multi talented husband.
He’d taken nearly a complete week to build the frame, add the platform, and sand it down to a smooth, even, level surface for them to put their futon on. He’d even doubled the thickness of their bed, by latching a second futon on top of it, allowing for a much softer and more comfortable sleeping area. It also made things much easier for them to stay warm during the colder nights.
With just a small fire going in the fire place located at the end of their room, they were able to successfully stay nice and toasty all through the night without having to get up and stoke the fire every few hours. Now they only got up once, maybe twice a night to toss a log or two into the fire, before going back to bed- which meant they got to get more rest than they had been.
On the wall to the right side of their bed, Banryu lay mounted, covered by its silken purple protective cloth. Renkotsu had agreed to fasten a sturdy mounting station on the wall for his leader’s treasured companion. She smiled glad that Bankotsu had finally agreed to leave it safely stored in their home, rather than carrying it around the village with him.
On the other side of their bed, mounted on the wall was Hiraiku, her trusted weapon. In the living room she’d had her bow and a full quiver of arrows mounted just inside the door, for easy access.
Yawning, she carefully readjusted their blankets and sheet to lay flat on their bed, before padding into the kitchen on bare feet, to get a drink of water. After finishing her water, she placed the cup aside and walked outside onto the porch; looking around the area, hoping to spot her husband. Torao dutifully had jumped off the bed as soon as she’d climbed out of it. He mewled, following after his mistress.
--
Miroku stood over by the fire in the middle of the village guarding the stew and grinning from ear to ear.
Sango, had just recently come out of her hut, and was still a bit sore from making love with her husband. She smiled as she recalled how tender and caring he’d been. Despite being her first time, they made love a couple times. She gingerly walked over to the river and knelt down to was their clothes.
When the clothes were finished rinsing, she looked up, noticing that her friend was awake and moving around. Sango slowly walked over carrying her bucket of laundry and, said, “He’s training with Kohaku and the others, over in the training area.” guessing that her friend was searching for her husband.
Koneko smiled and said amused, “I should have known.” Adding, “Thanks Sango.” intending to walk over there, but Sango reached out and stopped her, by placing a firm hand on her arm.
Kitty blinked and turned to face her friend, asking, “What is it?” noticing the concerned look in her friend’s deep brown eyes.
Sango requested, “Please Kitty, see if you can get him to reconsider. Kohaku has zero experience leading and is too young to be taken seriously as a headman.” Adding solemnly, “Miroku is well… he’s a monk.” with a slight shrug.
Kitty nodded and assured, “I had already decided to talk to him about it. As a matter of fact, that’s part of why I was looking for him.” as she pat her friend’s hand lightly, before removing it and walking off.
Sango nodded and walked back over to her cabin, to finish folding her and Miroku’s laundry.
--
When Koneko arrived at the training grounds, she smiled when she saw that her husband was clearly in his element. She watched in fascination as he moved gracefully, almost as if he were dancing. She stood there noting each movement, as his defined muscles rippled beneath the taunt, tanned skin of his back, while he and the others continued working out.
Each participant moved flawlessly as if they were all in some kind of an ancient, graceful, choreographed dance of combat. Each strike of metal upon metal rang clearly through the air, as the sharp katana blades clashed.
When they eventually switched to their preferred slayer weapons, the gigantic demon bones and chains made their own unique type of music in the otherwise calm air.
As each of the males lunged to strike their opponent’s, Koneko’s eyes remained on only one- her husband. His thick midnight colored silky hair had started coming loose from his normally tight braid, and was carelessly flying behind him, as he moved in for the next maneuver.
His face was slightly flushed from the heat of the sun and the fact that he had been working out for a long time now. She was even willing to be that most of the light flush was from the sheer excitement radiating off his body in waves. No one could ever deny that her husband thoroughly enjoyed battle; even a mock battle excited him.
A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his face and upper body, which was bare as he had gotten too hot long ago and had removed his haori, tossing it aside to allow some of the air to cool his perspiring chest.
She watched as the scar on his left shoulder blade stretched and retracted with each of his movements. She remembered the tale of how he’d received that scar. Like so many of the others, he’d received in previous battles.
Late at night when they were cuddling in bed, she would trace his scars and ask him about each one. He would smirk and begin telling her the story behind each of them. When she was done rubbing his aches away, he would then rub her back and feet, and ask about her scars.
As any true warrior did, they both had several scars, ranging from mild to very prominent. But to each of them, the flaws marking their otherwise perfect skin, only added to the allure of each other’s bodies.
She lost herself for several minutes, as her brain recalled a few of their more, intimate sessions that the scar explanations had led to. Lightly blushing, she shook her head clearing her mind, and focused back on the training that was winding down.
As she noticed that her husband and the others were slowing down a bit, she cleared her throat and said amused, “I thought that I would find you out here.” drawing their attention to herself.
Bankotsu smirked and asked seriously, “Where else would I be?” before placing his weapons aside, and moving over to kiss her forehead asking, “Did you have a nice rest?”
She chuckled and said, “Yes, thanks.” brushing some of his hair away from his chin, to place a soft kiss there.
He smirked and hopped over the railing, before draping an arm around her shoulder and suggesting, “Let’s get out of this sun a while.” as he scooped up his haori off of the railing. She nodded and they walked back over to their hut together.
Kohaku and the guys grabbed up all the weapons and put them away, before returning to their daily tasks.
--
Koneko made them some tea and carried it out to their porch. She sat beside her husband and said, “We need to talk Ban.”
He sipped his tea and asked, “What’s on your mind?” staring at her over the rim of his cup.
She took a deep breath preparing herself for the argument that was sure to ensue, and said, “I want you to reconsider becoming the headman of our village.”
He frowned and said, “It’s a boring job, what else is there to consider?” with slight annoyance in his voice.
She stared into his eyes and replied, “How about the fact that I’m carrying twins?” Adding a bit sulkily, “Or the fact that Sui says I won’t be allowed to travel much until after they are born?”
Bankotsu sighed and muttered, “I still don’t see why that would mean I need to be the headman.”
She said, “You’re the only one here who has any experience leading a group of well trained fighters. I can’t do it because I can’t travel.”
He started to say something, but she held up a hand and said, “Hear me out, please?”
He grit his teeth and nodded, signaling for her to continue. She sighed and said, “Someone has to go out and talk to our clients, to decide whether or not to take the jobs.”
Taking a breath, she continued, “Kohaku is too young, he’d never be taken seriously by any of the clients. Plus, he’s never led a day in his life. He’s a born follower.”
Bankotsu sighed heavily, but had to admit, at least to himself, that she was right about the kid.
She said, “Miroku is a monk and quite frankly he just doesn’t have what it takes to be a leader.” Adding, “He’s good at advising, but is not and never will be good leadership material.”
Bankotsu frowned. She continued, “Jakotsu is too much of a flirt with men to be a good leader.” He sighed acknowledging she was right about that.
She said, “Suikotsu is an excellent doctor, as well as a talented fighter, but his dual personalities would hamper any leading he might try to do.”
Bankotsu held up a hand and said, “I get it. But I don’t want to be the headman. It involves lost of wasted time doing paper work, which is boring as hell.”
He stared into her eyes and said seriously, “I need to be out where the action is, not stuck behind a damned desk.”
She said, “I already told you that I will do the paperwork.” Adding, “You’ll have plenty of time to train with the men and to instruct any new recruits. For all intents and purposes you will still be the ‘leader’ just a bit more involved.”
He frowned asking, “How much more ‘involved’ are you talking about?” staring at his wife.
She explained, “As headman, you would be the one negotiating payments and such with the customers- much like you did with the daimyos and stuff when you all were mercenaries.”
She clarified, “I would deal with any and all paperwork. But, you would still need to collect the payments, and ensure that the customers got a thorough job from our people.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as she continued.
“You would have as much time as you wanted to train with the others and would handle training all new recruits.” Adding seriously, “With a competent headman such as yourself, we would draw in more customers, and as word spread that the slayers had regained their strength; we would get new recruits eager to train as slayers and build the village back to its former glory.”
He nodded thinking everything over a while, as his wife continued listing off all of the reasons why they needed a headman and why he was best suited to that position.
When she was finished, she said sadly, “As much as I hate to acknowledge the fact, I can’t do this, because Sui is right… too much traveling isn’t wise for me or the twins.” as her eyes dimmed.
Bankotsu released a heavy sigh and asked, “You promise to handle all paperwork, so that I can spend my time out battling demons and training?” as he eyed her skeptically.
She said, “Yes, I promise.” Adding slightly happier, “The paperwork will at least give me something to do to keep me from going stir crazy locked away in this village.”
He chuckled and then said seriously, “Alright, I’ll do it.” watching as her face light up.
She asked, “Really?” trying to contain her excitement, as she stared at her husband.
Bankotsu smirked answering, “You said that I would still be leader, and as long as I can still be in the midst of the action, it wouldn’t really be any different than things are now,” shrugging in a careless fashion.
She grinned and threw herself into his arms, crying out happily, “Thank you!” as she hugged him excitedly.
Bankotsu smirked and pulled her properly into his lap, before kissing her passionately. Her eyes fluttered closed as she began kissing him back. He broke the kiss adding, “I also want to provide a safe home for you and out kids.” placing a hand lovingly over her stomach.
She smiled and said, “Thank you Ban.” and leaned over to kiss him. He leaned towards her and brushed his lips against hers, intending to kiss her again, when they both yanked back staring at each other with wide eyes, as a loud commotion sounded just outside of the gate.
Bankotsu set her aside and ran to retrieve Banryu, before running to the gate, demanding what all of the commotion was about. Without hesitation, Kitty snatched her bow and quiver down and followed after her husband. She might be pregnant, and therefore unable to wield Hiraiku, but she could still fight, and Kami help anyone who told her differently!
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A/N: Okay, so that’s chapter thirteen, enjoy everyone! XD
Chapter 13:
A few hours later:
Koneko woke up with Torao curled against her stomach. She smiled and yawned, stretching a bit, before slipping off the futon, which was elevated by a sturdy wood platform that had been built about four feet and a half feet above floor level; by her clever and surprisingly multi talented husband.
He’d taken nearly a complete week to build the frame, add the platform, and sand it down to a smooth, even, level surface for them to put their futon on. He’d even doubled the thickness of their bed, by latching a second futon on top of it, allowing for a much softer and more comfortable sleeping area. It also made things much easier for them to stay warm during the colder nights.
With just a small fire going in the fire place located at the end of their room, they were able to successfully stay nice and toasty all through the night without having to get up and stoke the fire every few hours. Now they only got up once, maybe twice a night to toss a log or two into the fire, before going back to bed- which meant they got to get more rest than they had been.
On the wall to the right side of their bed, Banryu lay mounted, covered by its silken purple protective cloth. Renkotsu had agreed to fasten a sturdy mounting station on the wall for his leader’s treasured companion. She smiled glad that Bankotsu had finally agreed to leave it safely stored in their home, rather than carrying it around the village with him.
On the other side of their bed, mounted on the wall was Hiraiku, her trusted weapon. In the living room she’d had her bow and a full quiver of arrows mounted just inside the door, for easy access.
Yawning, she carefully readjusted their blankets and sheet to lay flat on their bed, before padding into the kitchen on bare feet, to get a drink of water. After finishing her water, she placed the cup aside and walked outside onto the porch; looking around the area, hoping to spot her husband. Torao dutifully had jumped off the bed as soon as she’d climbed out of it. He mewled, following after his mistress.
--
Miroku stood over by the fire in the middle of the village guarding the stew and grinning from ear to ear.
Sango, had just recently come out of her hut, and was still a bit sore from making love with her husband. She smiled as she recalled how tender and caring he’d been. Despite being her first time, they made love a couple times. She gingerly walked over to the river and knelt down to was their clothes.
When the clothes were finished rinsing, she looked up, noticing that her friend was awake and moving around. Sango slowly walked over carrying her bucket of laundry and, said, “He’s training with Kohaku and the others, over in the training area.” guessing that her friend was searching for her husband.
Koneko smiled and said amused, “I should have known.” Adding, “Thanks Sango.” intending to walk over there, but Sango reached out and stopped her, by placing a firm hand on her arm.
Kitty blinked and turned to face her friend, asking, “What is it?” noticing the concerned look in her friend’s deep brown eyes.
Sango requested, “Please Kitty, see if you can get him to reconsider. Kohaku has zero experience leading and is too young to be taken seriously as a headman.” Adding solemnly, “Miroku is well… he’s a monk.” with a slight shrug.
Kitty nodded and assured, “I had already decided to talk to him about it. As a matter of fact, that’s part of why I was looking for him.” as she pat her friend’s hand lightly, before removing it and walking off.
Sango nodded and walked back over to her cabin, to finish folding her and Miroku’s laundry.
--
When Koneko arrived at the training grounds, she smiled when she saw that her husband was clearly in his element. She watched in fascination as he moved gracefully, almost as if he were dancing. She stood there noting each movement, as his defined muscles rippled beneath the taunt, tanned skin of his back, while he and the others continued working out.
Each participant moved flawlessly as if they were all in some kind of an ancient, graceful, choreographed dance of combat. Each strike of metal upon metal rang clearly through the air, as the sharp katana blades clashed.
When they eventually switched to their preferred slayer weapons, the gigantic demon bones and chains made their own unique type of music in the otherwise calm air.
As each of the males lunged to strike their opponent’s, Koneko’s eyes remained on only one- her husband. His thick midnight colored silky hair had started coming loose from his normally tight braid, and was carelessly flying behind him, as he moved in for the next maneuver.
His face was slightly flushed from the heat of the sun and the fact that he had been working out for a long time now. She was even willing to be that most of the light flush was from the sheer excitement radiating off his body in waves. No one could ever deny that her husband thoroughly enjoyed battle; even a mock battle excited him.
A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his face and upper body, which was bare as he had gotten too hot long ago and had removed his haori, tossing it aside to allow some of the air to cool his perspiring chest.
She watched as the scar on his left shoulder blade stretched and retracted with each of his movements. She remembered the tale of how he’d received that scar. Like so many of the others, he’d received in previous battles.
Late at night when they were cuddling in bed, she would trace his scars and ask him about each one. He would smirk and begin telling her the story behind each of them. When she was done rubbing his aches away, he would then rub her back and feet, and ask about her scars.
As any true warrior did, they both had several scars, ranging from mild to very prominent. But to each of them, the flaws marking their otherwise perfect skin, only added to the allure of each other’s bodies.
She lost herself for several minutes, as her brain recalled a few of their more, intimate sessions that the scar explanations had led to. Lightly blushing, she shook her head clearing her mind, and focused back on the training that was winding down.
As she noticed that her husband and the others were slowing down a bit, she cleared her throat and said amused, “I thought that I would find you out here.” drawing their attention to herself.
Bankotsu smirked and asked seriously, “Where else would I be?” before placing his weapons aside, and moving over to kiss her forehead asking, “Did you have a nice rest?”
She chuckled and said, “Yes, thanks.” brushing some of his hair away from his chin, to place a soft kiss there.
He smirked and hopped over the railing, before draping an arm around her shoulder and suggesting, “Let’s get out of this sun a while.” as he scooped up his haori off of the railing. She nodded and they walked back over to their hut together.
Kohaku and the guys grabbed up all the weapons and put them away, before returning to their daily tasks.
--
Koneko made them some tea and carried it out to their porch. She sat beside her husband and said, “We need to talk Ban.”
He sipped his tea and asked, “What’s on your mind?” staring at her over the rim of his cup.
She took a deep breath preparing herself for the argument that was sure to ensue, and said, “I want you to reconsider becoming the headman of our village.”
He frowned and said, “It’s a boring job, what else is there to consider?” with slight annoyance in his voice.
She stared into his eyes and replied, “How about the fact that I’m carrying twins?” Adding a bit sulkily, “Or the fact that Sui says I won’t be allowed to travel much until after they are born?”
Bankotsu sighed and muttered, “I still don’t see why that would mean I need to be the headman.”
She said, “You’re the only one here who has any experience leading a group of well trained fighters. I can’t do it because I can’t travel.”
He started to say something, but she held up a hand and said, “Hear me out, please?”
He grit his teeth and nodded, signaling for her to continue. She sighed and said, “Someone has to go out and talk to our clients, to decide whether or not to take the jobs.”
Taking a breath, she continued, “Kohaku is too young, he’d never be taken seriously by any of the clients. Plus, he’s never led a day in his life. He’s a born follower.”
Bankotsu sighed heavily, but had to admit, at least to himself, that she was right about the kid.
She said, “Miroku is a monk and quite frankly he just doesn’t have what it takes to be a leader.” Adding, “He’s good at advising, but is not and never will be good leadership material.”
Bankotsu frowned. She continued, “Jakotsu is too much of a flirt with men to be a good leader.” He sighed acknowledging she was right about that.
She said, “Suikotsu is an excellent doctor, as well as a talented fighter, but his dual personalities would hamper any leading he might try to do.”
Bankotsu held up a hand and said, “I get it. But I don’t want to be the headman. It involves lost of wasted time doing paper work, which is boring as hell.”
He stared into her eyes and said seriously, “I need to be out where the action is, not stuck behind a damned desk.”
She said, “I already told you that I will do the paperwork.” Adding, “You’ll have plenty of time to train with the men and to instruct any new recruits. For all intents and purposes you will still be the ‘leader’ just a bit more involved.”
He frowned asking, “How much more ‘involved’ are you talking about?” staring at his wife.
She explained, “As headman, you would be the one negotiating payments and such with the customers- much like you did with the daimyos and stuff when you all were mercenaries.”
She clarified, “I would deal with any and all paperwork. But, you would still need to collect the payments, and ensure that the customers got a thorough job from our people.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as she continued.
“You would have as much time as you wanted to train with the others and would handle training all new recruits.” Adding seriously, “With a competent headman such as yourself, we would draw in more customers, and as word spread that the slayers had regained their strength; we would get new recruits eager to train as slayers and build the village back to its former glory.”
He nodded thinking everything over a while, as his wife continued listing off all of the reasons why they needed a headman and why he was best suited to that position.
When she was finished, she said sadly, “As much as I hate to acknowledge the fact, I can’t do this, because Sui is right… too much traveling isn’t wise for me or the twins.” as her eyes dimmed.
Bankotsu released a heavy sigh and asked, “You promise to handle all paperwork, so that I can spend my time out battling demons and training?” as he eyed her skeptically.
She said, “Yes, I promise.” Adding slightly happier, “The paperwork will at least give me something to do to keep me from going stir crazy locked away in this village.”
He chuckled and then said seriously, “Alright, I’ll do it.” watching as her face light up.
She asked, “Really?” trying to contain her excitement, as she stared at her husband.
Bankotsu smirked answering, “You said that I would still be leader, and as long as I can still be in the midst of the action, it wouldn’t really be any different than things are now,” shrugging in a careless fashion.
She grinned and threw herself into his arms, crying out happily, “Thank you!” as she hugged him excitedly.
Bankotsu smirked and pulled her properly into his lap, before kissing her passionately. Her eyes fluttered closed as she began kissing him back. He broke the kiss adding, “I also want to provide a safe home for you and out kids.” placing a hand lovingly over her stomach.
She smiled and said, “Thank you Ban.” and leaned over to kiss him. He leaned towards her and brushed his lips against hers, intending to kiss her again, when they both yanked back staring at each other with wide eyes, as a loud commotion sounded just outside of the gate.
Bankotsu set her aside and ran to retrieve Banryu, before running to the gate, demanding what all of the commotion was about. Without hesitation, Kitty snatched her bow and quiver down and followed after her husband. She might be pregnant, and therefore unable to wield Hiraiku, but she could still fight, and Kami help anyone who told her differently!
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A/N: Okay, so that’s chapter thirteen, enjoy everyone! XD