InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Double Vision ❯ Chapter 17 ( Chapter 16 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The Rising Sun had a proper bathhouse, not the wooden tub provided by so many inns. Miroku and Inuyasha relaxed in the hot spring, waiting for their saki to arrive.

“This is the life, my friend. A pity your little Rin is not here, eh?”

Inuyasha blushed. Rin had made a habit of sneaking into the baths with the boys, sharing their saki and laughing at their jokes. Her immodesty both intrigued and repelled him, making her totally irresistible. He liked to rub it in to the monk that he, a lowly half-breed, had two gorgeous, willing women at his beck and call, and that Sango had become too busy to be a companion to her husband. Anyone could see that his priestesses were the most beautiful women to live in Japan since his own mother, Izayoi. Kikyo and Kagome were the stuff of many men’s fantasies. He and Miroku had been hearing tall tales told by strangers in the inns and taverns they visited for years. On one hand, it engaged his jealous streak, but on the other, well… it felt strangely kinky to hear his own women talked about in such a coarse manner. Now he had Rin. He did not even try to justify the fact that he recognized that she had a slutty charm all her own, very different from Kikyo’s icy, reserved beauty, and Kagome’s warm, soft loveliness, with the fact that he rationalized his right to possess three women using the argument that they were all the same being.

A young man dressed in flowing white linen entered the bathhouse, bearing two huge pottery jugs of saki and four little china cups. As he knelt beside the two in the baths, he softly whispered “It’s been so long, Inuyasha.”

Inuyasha yelped and jumped up in the water, only to blush and sit back down. Miroku grabbed the dagger he always kept close at hand, still not realizing who their attendant was, but recognizing the implied threat.

Inuyasha screamed in outrage “You’re supposed to be dead, Jakotsu, you perverted little bitch!”

“I told you we would meet again, Inuyasha! Don’t you believe in fate?” Jakotsu screeched in return.

The old proprietor ran in, followed by another well-built young attendant in white. “Boys, boys, calm down. Bankotsu, why don’t you keep an eye on your little brother. He seems to be disturbing the clientele.”

Miroku now recognized the two as members of the Band of Seven. Apparently they had managed to escape from Hell again. With no jewel shards left, he had no idea how they had accomplished that feat. They were not known for their intelligence or any great gift of sorcery, so someone powerful must have summoned them. He held up his cursed hand. No sign of a wind tunnel, so Naraku wasn’t back.

The innkeeper addressed Miroku. “Relax, enjoy your stay, and tomorrow we will discuss the work I need you to do for me.” He turned on his heel and left the room. Somehow all four boys ended up in the hotspring, drinking the excellent saki provided by their host. At first Inuyasha was leery of Jakotsu, but the little jerk seemed to be on his good behavior, only wanting to party with the others.

“So, Bankotsu, what brings you back to the land of the living? Where are the rest of your brothers? Is it just you and Jak, this time?” Miroku asked casually. He had learned to accept resurrection with resignation, having witnessed it so many times in his brief life. Maybe this time the brothers would be more mellow, since they did not bear tainted jewel shards.