InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Pirate's Life ❯ Dinner Diaster, Enter Naraku ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6: Dinner Disaster: Enter Naraku

 

The sun had finally set and the nightlife of the island began to stir. On the far side of the island, just half way up the small mountain, Inu Yasha and Miroku stood in front of a small inn that was in between the stores full of clothes, toys, and black smiths.

 

Kamiya was a small little restaurant that specialized in European cuisine. The scent of roasting duck and apple pie waft through the air, making Inu Yasha and Miroku drool in hunger. The lanterns that were held up by poles magically lit up, lighting the streets of Tortuga.

 

“Say, Inu Yasha.” Miroku said as he tapped his friend on the shoulder, “I've always wondered why the lamps light up, without anyone going around.”

 

Inu Yasha pondered a bit, “If I know my history, I believe this island a high supernatural concentration, and who ever founded this place, was able to use that energy as a power source. See the lamps?” He said pointing to the one just above them, “It has no whisk or oil to burn…”

 

“That's why you see a Native American Indian dream catcher, only this catcher collects spiritual energy to light up our way.” Came Kagome's voice, “I'm surprise you know about this Inu Yasha. And you're not a native here.”

 

Inu Yasha and Miroku were at a loss for words. They had seem many women dress much skimpier, or not wear any clothes at all, but seeing Kagome and Sango in their dress that only showed their cleavage made their brains shut down. Never had they seen women dress so modest, yet look so sexy.

 

“You look lovely… Kagome.” Inu Yasha smiled after regaining his composure.

 

“Thank you. You don't look bad yourself.” Kagome blushed. `He really does look handsome dressed up like that. If I didn't know better, I think he was a young naval officer.'

 

`I must be dreaming…' thought Sango as she stood next to Miroku, `It's the cute…PERV from the hot spring!' she groaned mentally as she proceeded to go inside.

 

`I'm in heaven!' Miroku cheered, `It's my goddess… but what's her name again? Oh yes… SANGO!'

 

“So… Inu Yasha, exactly why did you invite me and Kagome?” Sango said as she turned to the said person once they sat down.

 

“To be honest… I don't know.” Inu Yasha laughed nervously, “It never killed anyone to know someone, right?”

 

“True.” Sango mused, “Though this is rather unexpected. It's not everyday that a captain invites another captain to dinner with out wanting something in return. What is the catch here?” She eyed him suspiciously. `This is very unusual, yet it feels right…'

 

“I beg to differ! We are merely treating you ladies to a simple dinner. To flatter you and make you feel like women. When was the last time two men actually treated you with out trying to bed you flat out?” interjected Miroku, slightly hurt. `Though I really wouldn't mind a lay…'

 

Both the girls blushed. “You're right.” Sighed Kagome, “Truth is, I've never really felt like an actual woman till now. It's been so long since I wore this dress to actually enjoy myself, not to deceive someone.”

 

Inu Yasha smiled, “Then tonight you shall enjoy yourself! Waiter! Bring us your finest wine in the house!”

 

The first twenty minutes, the four had relaxed and began to tell each other story, sending everyone into a fit of laughter. It had been so long since any of them truly enjoyed themselves. Tonight they were just a couple of men and women, not two captains and two first mates from different ships.

 

“And Kikyo was like, `Ahh! My hair, you bloody British bastards!' then she loads a cannon all by herself and actually took down their rudder! You should have seen the looks on the captain's face!” Kagome looked at Inu Yasha, making her eyes bigger, opening her mouth wide and stuttered, unable to make a coherent sentence. She then laughed uncontrollably, rocking back and forth from her chair, crying.

 

Inu Yasha bit his knuckle to reframe from howling at Kagome's face. It was amazing how she looks so beautiful one moment, then looks unbelievably silly the next.

 

Sango had rested her head on Miroku's shoulder without knowing while she choked on her laughter. When she looked up, she gasped and her head shot up, clonking Miroku in the chin.

 

Everyone in the place were looking at the table full of crazy young adult, well, two teenaged girls and two men in their mid twenties. The waiter, a hostage brought to the island that had to work in order to survive like every other none pirate who escaped the fate of being hanged, carefully approached the table and tapped Inu Yasha on the shoulder.

 

“Are you ready to order, monsieur?” he asked timidly.

 

“Ah, yes! So sorry to keep you waiting.” He said rubbing his eyes. “That was a good laugh.”

 

“My friend and I will love to have your house special of roasted duck!” squealed Kagome as the last of her laughing died down. “We're both not to fond of pork.”

 

“Escargo for moi!” Said Miroku as he rubbed his jaw, `Bloody hell, what was that for?'

 

“I'll have duck too. And a bottle of rum, please.” Inu Yasha said.

 

“Wee, monsieur…” bowed the waiter as he scurried away, `Pirates, I hate pirates.'

 

“So Ladies… how long have you known each other?” Miroku asked as he sipped on a glass of wine.

 

“Kagome and I go back since birth. We used to live on the same island, somewhere in the Caribbean. Kagome and I ran away one night, when we were about ten but we didn't get very far in our little boat. Louis, the owner of Marauder's Alley, kidnapped us. He took a fancy to us and raised us, kind of. We are what we are because of him.” Sango smiled. “We had younger brothers that we had to leave behind. Sometime I wonder what they're doing now. Anyways… we also came to know the last Queen of Sirens, Dola. After her death, we inherited the ship. And here we are!”

 

“Tell us about yourself… Miroku, is it?” Kagome said as she leaned back on her chair in a un-lady like fashion. “It's time to get to know each other instead of hearing our funniest experience on sea. Sango has shared a bit of our past now it is your turn.”

 

“Me? Oh how do I feel loved! It's not often that I tell my life's story! Well, when my mother and father first met…”

 

“Shut up monk, and just tell her…we don't need to know the way you were made.”

 

“Make up your mind! Do you want me to shut up or speak? How can I tell this lovely lady anything if I can't speak?”

 

The girls giggled lightly as Inu Yasha and Miroku began to fight about Miroku's right to speak.

 

“You're always like this! You tell me to do one thing, but then you say the complete opposite afterwards! Plus you're always telling me to shut up. Aren't I your friend?”

 

“Just get it over with then shut up!”

 

“Fine…” sighed Miroku, “Well, I'm Inu Yasha's first mate. We've known each other for years! I'm an ex-monk and well… one question for you both.”

 

“Oh?” Kagome and Sango said at the same time. `Ex-monk?'

 

He grabbed both of their hands and looked longingly into their eyes.

 

“Uh-oh…” chuckled Inu.

 

“Will you bear my children?” he said out loud as he grabbed both of them and held them tightly to his chest.

 

Both girls blushed cherry red as they looked at each other. With one quick movement, they had slapped Miroku at the same time. In the back ground, Inu Yasha was roaring in laughter.

 

“Oh man,” he gasped, “That… that was… hilarious! Duh-double smack attack! Ahahahahahaha!” once his laughter died, he sighed, “I'm easily amused tonight…”

 

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Off the coast of the island, a large Brigantine could be seen just off in the horizon. Its mix of ghastly white and ruby red sails contrasted with the midnight blue sky that sparkled with the bright glowing stars. Its bulky black mass slowly crept towards the lively island as it glided through the murky water.

 

“Captain, we'll soon be in cannon range. Shall I prepare the men for combat?” Said a dark figure from the shadows of the captain's quarter.

 

“Goshinki… do you know what this means?” came a dark voice. A man stepped out of the shadows and was soon bathed in moonlight. His menacing eyes glowed blood red as a dark, wicked smirked appeared on his ghostly pale face. He ran a hand through his long wavy brown hair as he stared straight into his first mate's eyes.

 

Goshinki stared straight back into the intensity of the captain's gaze as he spoke with in confidence, “It's time for us to gain our freedom from hell, sir. We will once again reign over the sea with an iron grip and nothing can stop you from getting your Shikon, Naraku, my lord.”

 

“Correct, my good man. Six years it took us to get this far after breaking free. I must get my shikon back, and my key.” Naraku snickered as he walked onto the deck. His black boots thumped against the creepy woody planks as he casually leaned on the railing, facing the island with disgust.

 

“Look at them, on my island. As if they own the place,” he sneered. A gust of wind blew, sending his hair behind him. His black knee length coat with gold dragons embroiled on it flapped around him. He crossed his arms and admired the skulls and cross bones that were sewn onto it with master skills. He looked at his leather gloved hand and squeaked it. He growled and pivoted. The skull on his belt reflected the moonlight and his sword clapped against his leg.

 

He stormed over to the front side of his ship and slowly gripped his sword. Goshinki joined his captain with his arms crossed behind his back.

 

Goshinki was a head taller then Naraku. He stood straight up as the wind blew again, making his white hair dance. His skin color was almost a dark purple color. Like most of the men that inhabited the ship, he was a demon with great strength. His long narrow face and his crimson eyes avoided all emotion. He wore only loose pants and boots with a leather belt around his waist. He had two cutlasses strapped to his back that concealed a spider like mark.

 

“The tides have turned, Goshinki. I will have my revenge…”

 

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“Enjoy!” said the waiter as he sat their food down. He gave them all a nervouse smile and left to take care of another table.

 

“Mmm, this is good!” Said Inu Yasha as he dove into his food.

 

“Have you no shame, Inu Yasha!? There are women present!” cried Miroku as he cringed at the sight before him. Inu Yasha was devouring his food like a rabid beast and he didn't bother to use the fork that was given to him.

 

“What!? This totally beats having stale bread, pickles and eggs! It's a miracle we still had MEAT on the ship the morning before we docked here that was STILL good!” he said with a mouth full of food. It was amazing anyone could understand him so clearly.

 

“I'll say. All we have is stale bread and mold. We mostly live off rum though.” Said Kagome as she chomped on her duck leg.

 

“Kagome! That's not a lady like way to eat!” scolded Sango, “What's the matter with you? Just because we're pirates doesn't mean we can't be civilized!”

 

“That is so very true, my dearest… Sango?” Miroku said as he shoved a piece of bread into his mouth.

 

“Do not call me `dearest' you ill-mannered… BABOON! A bilge rat has more honor then you. You an ex-monk? I don't believe it! You can't be one; I bet you stole that staff. The nerve of you! Grabbing women's behinds, how shameful! God should punish you! Did your parents show you anything? By God, what insane woman could love you and your wondering hand?”

 

“Ouch,” Said Inu Yasha softly as he saw his friend look away with a hurtful look. Kagome noticed this and looked quizzically at Inu Yasha. Inu Yasha sighed and slowly wiped his mouth while Miroku got up and stormed out of the place, taking his staff with him. A shot of guilt pierced at Sango as she saw his sad face.

 

`What have I done?'

 

“On a scale of one to ten for mean things, that's a twelve.” Sighed Inu Yasha.

 

“Oh, how so?” Sango said as she looked away, suddenly losing her appetite. Kagome just sat there, wondering what to do.

 

“We never dreamed of becoming pirates, we had other ones, bigger ones. But fate has a way for screwing everything up, big time. His father died when he was only six. Miroku comes from a long mine of priests and as the last one of his clan, he inherited the title.

 

“Miroku's mentor however, totally fucked him up, Mushin. Turned him to what he is now. The ones taking care of his family temple banished him because they noticed he had a way of scaring the girl He left, only to have the place burn down by bandits when he was nine. With no where else to go, he eventually found me, and lived with my mother and I until she died.”

 

“How sad” cried Kagome, “But can you tell us about that glove he wears?”

 

“That thing? I'm not too sure. But Miroku said it's a curse that some demon put on his family. It's an air rip, and every year it gets bigger. I'm afraid my friend will only have a few years left.” Inu Yasha sighed sadly, “I know he's keeping something from me, but he won't tell me…”

 

“An… air rip?” Sango said slowly.

 

“Yup. His hand is literally cursed. Miroku is only pervert because he thinks he won't cure it so he wants an heir as soon as he can so he can train the kid. He has good intentions but he does his business the wrong way.” Inu Yasha set a small pouch on the table and helped the ladies out of their seats.

 

“Do you know this demons name?” Kagome asked as the three left the place, unable to continue the dinner with out the monk.

 

“No…”

 

“Is there any way to help him?” Sango said, “Maybe Keade can help us.”

 

“Yeah! Keade knows everything!” cheered Kagome, “Come on, Inu Yasha! Let's find Miroku!”

 

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“I can not wait any longer! MEN! Get ready for battle! All cannons, aim for the island!” cried Naraku as he pointed to their target, “Tonight, blood shall stain these waters!”

 

The men roared and cheered, as they got ready for battle. Some of the men mounted the ten cannons and aimed for the bay. One of the men handed out torches while another handed out the pistols for when they go on land.

 

A sudden aura coming from the island captured Naraku's attention. It was faint, but he could feel it in his bones. The grin he had on his face grew into a full-blown smile.

 

“Well, well, well… It seems she's here. My key...”

 

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“She doesn't know anything about you! C'mon, tell her and she'll know why I'm the way I am. But knowing Inu Yasha, he most likely told them…” Miroku said to himself as he strolled down the busy streets. He was headed for nowhere in particular when a sudden sensation of dread and pain over whelmed him. He gasped in pain as he doubled over from the sudden rush of unbelievable pain engulfed his right hand.

 

“What's… happening to me?” he gasped out. The picture his father came out from his pocket and Miroku gawked at it. “Could… could it be? Naraku!?”

 

He quickly rushed to the harbor, dodging men and women as he went. `It must be him!' he mentally screamed. “The pain… the picture falling… it's an omen from God! It must be him!”

 

He skidded to a halt in the sand and squinted his eyes, trying to find the source of the evil energy he felt. His well-trained eyes scanned the horizon like a hawk searching for prey. Suddenly, a small spark caught his eyes.

 

“That ship has to be his. No doubt about it. I can feel his presences… but what was that spark?”

 

His question was soon answered when a cannon ball zoomed past him and another sailed over him. He was stark still and the color drained from his face. For an instant, he thought he had dreamed it all but his senses came back ten fold and he heard the buildings behind him shatter and another boom was heard in the distance.

 

“OH FUCK!”