InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Mercenary's Everlasting Love ❯ Alternate Epilogue ( Chapter 16 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: kittyb78 
Alternate Epilogue. Miroku's 'proper girl' daughter, decides to bit a bit naughty for once and gives into temptation groping Bankotsu's son, who is 'a chip off the old block' XD
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.01.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 206 | Status: Completed
Alternate Epilogue. Miroku's 'proper girl' daughter, decides to bit a bit naughty for once and gives into temptation groping Bankotsu's son, who is 'a chip off the old block' XD
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 01.01.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 206 | Status: Completed
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.
Alternate 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.
--
Kishi glanced at Hideo over the rim of her cup. He looked so adorably cute with the childish grin of delight on his face as he savored the goat milk.
She sighed wistfully and thought, 'Always being a proper girl can be such a drag sometimes.'
As she watched the joy play across his handsome face, she smirked behind her cup and thought, 'Oh what the hell. Just this once, I’m going to be a bit naughty.' and slowly made her way over to him.
She came up behind him and grinned as she reached over, getting a nice handful of his firm backside and said, “Very nice.” with approval shinning in her eyes.
Hideo’s eyes widened slightly when he felt a hand fondling his derriere and he turned to face his assaulter with a shocked expression. Quickly masking his shock, his eyes soon danced with mischief and a slow smug smirk crossed his face.
His medium timbre asked, “You think so, eh?” as he smirked at the usually shy girl, watching her blush. He wriggled his eyebrows at her suggestively and said, “Yours too,” giving her an impish grin as the fact that his hand was rubbing her bottom registered in her face, making her blush deeper, with a small grin hidden by her ducked head.
Their siblings stood there laughing at the unexpected sight before them.
Sango, who had been shocked at her daughter’s audacity so much that her jaw dropped, regained her composure and smiled, thinking, 'Maybe she does take after her father a little bit after all.'
Miroku, who stood off to the side smirking at his daughter’s display, quickly narrowed his eyes at the boy, warning, “Oi, hands off my daughter you lech.”
Unable to stop herself, Sango burst out laughing and said, “Now if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black, I don’t know what is.” continuing to laugh.
Bankotsu burst out laughing and said proudly, “That’s my boy, alright,” grinning big as day.
Koneko shook her head amused and said, “Like father, like son.” earning wolfish grins from both her husband and son, and laughs from the rest of the adults.
--
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.
Alternate 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.
--
Kishi glanced at Hideo over the rim of her cup. He looked so adorably cute with the childish grin of delight on his face as he savored the goat milk.
She sighed wistfully and thought, 'Always being a proper girl can be such a drag sometimes.'
As she watched the joy play across his handsome face, she smirked behind her cup and thought, 'Oh what the hell. Just this once, I’m going to be a bit naughty.' and slowly made her way over to him.
She came up behind him and grinned as she reached over, getting a nice handful of his firm backside and said, “Very nice.” with approval shinning in her eyes.
Hideo’s eyes widened slightly when he felt a hand fondling his derriere and he turned to face his assaulter with a shocked expression. Quickly masking his shock, his eyes soon danced with mischief and a slow smug smirk crossed his face.
His medium timbre asked, “You think so, eh?” as he smirked at the usually shy girl, watching her blush. He wriggled his eyebrows at her suggestively and said, “Yours too,” giving her an impish grin as the fact that his hand was rubbing her bottom registered in her face, making her blush deeper, with a small grin hidden by her ducked head.
Their siblings stood there laughing at the unexpected sight before them.
Sango, who had been shocked at her daughter’s audacity so much that her jaw dropped, regained her composure and smiled, thinking, 'Maybe she does take after her father a little bit after all.'
Miroku, who stood off to the side smirking at his daughter’s display, quickly narrowed his eyes at the boy, warning, “Oi, hands off my daughter you lech.”
Unable to stop herself, Sango burst out laughing and said, “Now if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black, I don’t know what is.” continuing to laugh.
Bankotsu burst out laughing and said proudly, “That’s my boy, alright,” grinning big as day.
Koneko shook her head amused and said, “Like father, like son.” earning wolfish grins from both her husband and son, and laughs from the rest of the adults.
--
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.