InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Mercenary's Everlasting Love ❯ Epilogue ( Chapter 15 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: kittyb78 
Epilogue. Miroku's son, makes the mistake of groping Bankotsu's daughter...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.01.2010 | Updated On: 01.01.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 245 | Status: Work In Progress
Epilogue. Miroku's son, makes the mistake of groping Bankotsu's daughter...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.01.2010 | Updated On: 01.01.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 245 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha! I do own Koneko AKA Kitty, all OCs and the plot, and story line..... There. I said it. (sighs)
Hideo translates to- excellent male. Katsu translates to- victorious. Masao translates to- righteous, holy. and Kishi translates to- long and happy life.
A big thanks to The Invisible Author for proofing this! XD
Original Epilogue:
Bankotsu’s face was slightly more rugged and showing signs of gaining a bit. It no longer looked like a teenager’s face but was still incredibly handsome. His jaw was firmer and hinted at his immense strength. His hair was still pure black and in its customary braid.
He was currently shirtless, exposing his rock-hard abs and muscular shoulders and chest to all around, dripping slightly with sweat, out in the training yard working out with his sixteen-year-old twins and Miroku and Sango’s slightly younger children.
The village had began to grow and they already had new recruits waiting for their turn in the training area. Kohaku was off visiting Sesshomaru and Kagome’s lands and courting Rin.
--
Hideo was tanned like his father. He had his father’s baby-face features. He was also inhumanly strong and had a solid, muscular build, much like Bankotsu’s. His eyes however were a soft caramel color like Koneko’s.
His straight jet black hair reached his shoulders to pool around his usually bare shoulder, and was often left to fly free in the wind. His bangs were like his father’s.
Like his father, his hakamas and haori, though a soft, light blue silk compared to his father’s pure white, were always in pristine condition, and he only wore his slayer uniform when he had to go out on a job.
He had inherited the calmer temperament of his mother, meaning it took longer to ignite his temper, but it was just as volatile as his mother’s. However, he was just as mischievous as his father. Growing up, he’d often found himself facing his mother’s fearsome wrath for one stunt or another.
--
Katsu favored her mother’s slightly lighter complexion, with her father’s striking blue eyes. Her hair also jet black, was slightly wavy when not tied up in her usual braid, with the bangs curling to frame her porcelain looking face. Her frame was slender yet powerful like her mother’s. Though she had inherited some of her mother’s spiritual powers, she far preferred being out on the battlefield with her father.
Like her stubborn mother, she refused to wear a kimono most of the time and opted for a medium colored hakama and a haori when not donning the slayer uniform.
She had inherited her mother’s breathtaking beauty her as well as her mother’s will of iron. She had also inherited her father’s fearsome strength and quick to explode temperament. Needless to say, anyone stupid enough to chance the girl’s wrath usually got an earful and more often than not ended up kissing the dirt.
--
Fifteen year old Masao looked much like his father, but his hair was longer and usually worn in a ponytail high on top of his head. His eyes were a soft brown like his mother’s, and he had a mixture of his father’s strong jaw and his mother’s high cheekbones. His build was similar to that of his father’s, not too muscular, yet strong and he moved quickly.
He was often garbed in a free flowing robe like his father’s though mint green and forest green, compared to his father’s dark blue and purple. He had inherited some of his father’s spiritual powers.
His temperament was slow but dangerous like his mother’s. Yet, he had a bit of a lecherous streak in him like his father’s, which drove his poor mother nuts at times.
--
Fourteen-year-old Kishi favored her mother’s strong nose and jaw, but had her father’s deep blue eyes. Her complexion was pale like her mother’s. Her hair was shorter than her mother’s, just reaching her shoulders, and straight. It was always worn down.
Her temperament was that of her father’s. She usually had a rather calm peaceful air about her. It took a lot to rile her up. Her mother sometimes worried that she was just a little bit too laid back, although she was an excellent demon slayer just like her mother.
--
The four teenagers listened aptly, giving the headman their full attention as he began instructing them in the best ways to take out a larger demon adversary.
Sango, Miroku, Jakotsu, Renkotsu, and Suikotsu watched as the younger warriors were taught.
Koneko had her hair back in its usual high ponytail. Her face too was showing signs of maturity and had gone from a soft angelic look, to that of a strong yet gorgeous woman. She walked over in her hakama and haori, carrying the milk bucket and asked amused, “Are we having fun here?”
The teenagers spotted the milk and noticed their headman making a fast beeline for his wife and chuckled.
Bankotsu asked, “Is that fresh?” giving her a puppy pout.
She chuckled and handed him a cup, which he eagerly drank before kissing her cheek and saying, “Thanks, babe.” winking at her. She grinned, nodding at him, as she bent to pour the small heard of nekos kittens some fresh milk in a big pot.
She smiled as the kittens all ran over mewling and began lapping up the treat. She chuckled as Kirara and her mate Torao walked over to watch over their numerous brood. She scratched behind both of their ears, before standing back up.
Each of the children walked over retrieving their cup and drank it eagerly. They were still growing and needed the milk for strong bones.
--
As they finished their milk, Masao got a sly look on his face and snuck over, fondling Katsu’s enticingly firm and round rear.
Her eyes went wide with shock and her startled shriek rent the air. She rounded on the boy with narrowed eyes and doubled up her fist.
Before he knew what happened, her fist collided with his face, sending him to the ground as she stomped over, slamming him to the ground under her foot. She leaned down in his face, cracking her fists and growled out, “Hands off, you baka hentai!” glaring at him murderously.
Despite having her son being threatened by a girl, Sango couldn’t help but be impressed with how the girl stood up for herself.
Koneko chuckled and said, amused, “That’s my girl alright.” She was grinning proud as can be, as her daughter proceeded to warn the lecherous kid to keep his distance, before delivering a resounding slap across his face and storming off in a huff.
The other kids stood there wide-eyed a few minutes and for once were tongue-tied.
Bankotsu’s glare went from the boy who was currently under his daughter’s foot, to the kid’s father and he growled out, “Miroku, control your lecherous son, and keep him away from my daughter,” slowly advancing towards the monk.
Miroku’s eyes widened and the impressed smirk from his son’s actions fell from his face, as he said, “Me? Why don’t you control your daughter and her dangerous temper?” walking towards the angry, former mercenary leader, prepared to defend his son.
Bankotsu ground out, “She wouldn’t need to control her temper if your son wasn’t groping her ass.” before tackling the monk to the ground with a growl of frustration. They began wrestling around on the ground exchanging verbal blows while trying to one-up each other.
As the grown males continued fighting it out on the ground, dirtying their clothes, the adults stood around laughing and agreed that some things would never change.
Masao sat on the ground rubbing his bruised cheek fondly, wearing his father’s patented lascivious grin and thought blissfully, 'It was well worth the price.'
--
Sadly everyone, that’s the end of AMEL. I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this fic. Nothing would be as rewarding without the support of my readers! XD
Okay here is my current dilemma, you see, I came up with two {I think} awesome endings and can’t decide which one that I like best.
SO, I’m leaving the choice of which one will become the ‘set in stone’ ending, up to you {my readers}
Tell me which one you liked the best.
Hideo translates to- excellent male. Katsu translates to- victorious. Masao translates to- righteous, holy. and Kishi translates to- long and happy life.
A big thanks to The Invisible Author for proofing this! XD
Original Epilogue:
Bankotsu’s face was slightly more rugged and showing signs of gaining a bit. It no longer looked like a teenager’s face but was still incredibly handsome. His jaw was firmer and hinted at his immense strength. His hair was still pure black and in its customary braid.
He was currently shirtless, exposing his rock-hard abs and muscular shoulders and chest to all around, dripping slightly with sweat, out in the training yard working out with his sixteen-year-old twins and Miroku and Sango’s slightly younger children.
The village had began to grow and they already had new recruits waiting for their turn in the training area. Kohaku was off visiting Sesshomaru and Kagome’s lands and courting Rin.
--
Hideo was tanned like his father. He had his father’s baby-face features. He was also inhumanly strong and had a solid, muscular build, much like Bankotsu’s. His eyes however were a soft caramel color like Koneko’s.
His straight jet black hair reached his shoulders to pool around his usually bare shoulder, and was often left to fly free in the wind. His bangs were like his father’s.
Like his father, his hakamas and haori, though a soft, light blue silk compared to his father’s pure white, were always in pristine condition, and he only wore his slayer uniform when he had to go out on a job.
He had inherited the calmer temperament of his mother, meaning it took longer to ignite his temper, but it was just as volatile as his mother’s. However, he was just as mischievous as his father. Growing up, he’d often found himself facing his mother’s fearsome wrath for one stunt or another.
--
Katsu favored her mother’s slightly lighter complexion, with her father’s striking blue eyes. Her hair also jet black, was slightly wavy when not tied up in her usual braid, with the bangs curling to frame her porcelain looking face. Her frame was slender yet powerful like her mother’s. Though she had inherited some of her mother’s spiritual powers, she far preferred being out on the battlefield with her father.
Like her stubborn mother, she refused to wear a kimono most of the time and opted for a medium colored hakama and a haori when not donning the slayer uniform.
She had inherited her mother’s breathtaking beauty her as well as her mother’s will of iron. She had also inherited her father’s fearsome strength and quick to explode temperament. Needless to say, anyone stupid enough to chance the girl’s wrath usually got an earful and more often than not ended up kissing the dirt.
--
Fifteen year old Masao looked much like his father, but his hair was longer and usually worn in a ponytail high on top of his head. His eyes were a soft brown like his mother’s, and he had a mixture of his father’s strong jaw and his mother’s high cheekbones. His build was similar to that of his father’s, not too muscular, yet strong and he moved quickly.
He was often garbed in a free flowing robe like his father’s though mint green and forest green, compared to his father’s dark blue and purple. He had inherited some of his father’s spiritual powers.
His temperament was slow but dangerous like his mother’s. Yet, he had a bit of a lecherous streak in him like his father’s, which drove his poor mother nuts at times.
--
Fourteen-year-old Kishi favored her mother’s strong nose and jaw, but had her father’s deep blue eyes. Her complexion was pale like her mother’s. Her hair was shorter than her mother’s, just reaching her shoulders, and straight. It was always worn down.
Her temperament was that of her father’s. She usually had a rather calm peaceful air about her. It took a lot to rile her up. Her mother sometimes worried that she was just a little bit too laid back, although she was an excellent demon slayer just like her mother.
--
The four teenagers listened aptly, giving the headman their full attention as he began instructing them in the best ways to take out a larger demon adversary.
Sango, Miroku, Jakotsu, Renkotsu, and Suikotsu watched as the younger warriors were taught.
Koneko had her hair back in its usual high ponytail. Her face too was showing signs of maturity and had gone from a soft angelic look, to that of a strong yet gorgeous woman. She walked over in her hakama and haori, carrying the milk bucket and asked amused, “Are we having fun here?”
The teenagers spotted the milk and noticed their headman making a fast beeline for his wife and chuckled.
Bankotsu asked, “Is that fresh?” giving her a puppy pout.
She chuckled and handed him a cup, which he eagerly drank before kissing her cheek and saying, “Thanks, babe.” winking at her. She grinned, nodding at him, as she bent to pour the small heard of nekos kittens some fresh milk in a big pot.
She smiled as the kittens all ran over mewling and began lapping up the treat. She chuckled as Kirara and her mate Torao walked over to watch over their numerous brood. She scratched behind both of their ears, before standing back up.
Each of the children walked over retrieving their cup and drank it eagerly. They were still growing and needed the milk for strong bones.
--
As they finished their milk, Masao got a sly look on his face and snuck over, fondling Katsu’s enticingly firm and round rear.
Her eyes went wide with shock and her startled shriek rent the air. She rounded on the boy with narrowed eyes and doubled up her fist.
Before he knew what happened, her fist collided with his face, sending him to the ground as she stomped over, slamming him to the ground under her foot. She leaned down in his face, cracking her fists and growled out, “Hands off, you baka hentai!” glaring at him murderously.
Despite having her son being threatened by a girl, Sango couldn’t help but be impressed with how the girl stood up for herself.
Koneko chuckled and said, amused, “That’s my girl alright.” She was grinning proud as can be, as her daughter proceeded to warn the lecherous kid to keep his distance, before delivering a resounding slap across his face and storming off in a huff.
The other kids stood there wide-eyed a few minutes and for once were tongue-tied.
Bankotsu’s glare went from the boy who was currently under his daughter’s foot, to the kid’s father and he growled out, “Miroku, control your lecherous son, and keep him away from my daughter,” slowly advancing towards the monk.
Miroku’s eyes widened and the impressed smirk from his son’s actions fell from his face, as he said, “Me? Why don’t you control your daughter and her dangerous temper?” walking towards the angry, former mercenary leader, prepared to defend his son.
Bankotsu ground out, “She wouldn’t need to control her temper if your son wasn’t groping her ass.” before tackling the monk to the ground with a growl of frustration. They began wrestling around on the ground exchanging verbal blows while trying to one-up each other.
As the grown males continued fighting it out on the ground, dirtying their clothes, the adults stood around laughing and agreed that some things would never change.
Masao sat on the ground rubbing his bruised cheek fondly, wearing his father’s patented lascivious grin and thought blissfully, 'It was well worth the price.'
--
Sadly everyone, that’s the end of AMEL. I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this fic. Nothing would be as rewarding without the support of my readers! XD
Okay here is my current dilemma, you see, I came up with two {I think} awesome endings and can’t decide which one that I like best.
SO, I’m leaving the choice of which one will become the ‘set in stone’ ending, up to you {my readers}
Tell me which one you liked the best.