InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Namiyo's Twisted Fairy Tales ❯ Tale the Third: The Three Youkai ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Namiyo11 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.30.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 167 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.30.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 167 | Status: Completed
Tale the Third: The Three Youkai
Once upon a time, in one of those magical forests, was a little cabin into a clearing.
And in this cabin lived three youkai. A Papa, and two of his children. The eldest daughter living at home was named Kagura, and she was like a Mama to her younger brother, Akago, the baby of their large family. Who talked.
Papa Naraku looked up from his paper and scowled as he tasted the porridge Kagura had made for breakfast.
“Kuku! This porridge is too hot!” he glared and made a fist, nearly crushing Kagura’s heart.
“Do it...and you’ll have to...change...diapers...” Kagura hissed, clutching her chest. She was immediately released.
“This porridge is almost perfect, Kagura,” Baby Akago allowed when she spooned some up for him.
“Now my porridge is too cold. Great,” Kagura sighed. She was never meant to be a cook.
“Hm. We shall go out for breakfast,” Naraku allowed, and rose to take his baboon pelt cloak off the hook. Kagura nodded, and collected the complaining Baby. They left the happy little cabin, and Mama Kagura frowned at Papa Naraku.
“Aren’t you locking the door?”
“Who would dare enter the lair of Naraku?” he asked, and she shrugged.
“Suit yourself.”
Off they went.
Not too long after, a handsome, somewhat ragged wolf staggered into the clearing, having just escaped from a metrosexual woodsman with an axe. His stomach upset after eating a sour, fungus laden Granny, he looked up and saw the cheery little cabin.
“I will kill that muttface! Woman my ass. Damned woodsman,” Kouga growled, and winced as he sniffed. Youkai. But not here. Also-rice porridge.
Good for indigestion, rice porridge.
So the handsome wolf went to the door, and discovered it was open. Curious and hungry, he crept inside the cheery little cabin.
It was very odd. He saw three chairs in front of the big screen television, and three stools with three bowls of porridge laid out at the table. A set of steps led upwards, but the brave, handsome wolf knew no one was around. So Kouga went to the largest bowl, that was Naraku’s, and dug in.
“OW! This porridge is way too hot!” he yelped and whimpered as it burned his tongue.
Deciding it wasn’t right, he moved to the next bowl, Kagura’s. He ate some, and spat it out.
“Too cold! Yuck!” he snapped, really annoyed now. His eyes went to the third bowl, Akago’s, and it was the smallest of the three.
Even so, he tried it.
“Not bad, not bad at all!” Kouga nodded to himself, and ate every bite. Burping and full, he wanted to rest a bit after the terrible fright with the woodsman. So he went to watch a little cable, maybe relax some, and chose to find a comfortable chair.
The largest chair, Papa Naraku’s, was large, hard cushioned, and had a motif of evil dragons and tormented youkai and humans carved into it. He frowned, but sat in it anyway. He suddenly had a strange craving to control the world and also to cackle.
“This chair is too hard, and too creepy!” Kouga announced and jumped up.
He then chose the second chair, Mama Kagura’s, and he looked it over carefully. It seemed like a well padded and comfortable chair in a cheerful pink gingham. He sat carefully. Ahhh. Comfortable. He tried to reach for the remote and discovered he was still sinking into the chair.
“Help!” a scream as he desperately wriggled free of the enfolding gingham hell. Panting and frightened, but unwilling to show it, the handsome wolf stared at the smallest chair. Hm. Alrighty. So the handsome wolf sat. It was comfy. It was actually quite a nice little recliner.
He was also quite a bit over the suggested weight limit.
“Damn it!!” Kouga yelled as he found himself lying in splinters.
Furious, curious, he glared at the stairs leading up. He nodded to himself, and stalked up them, desperately tired and just wanting a rest.
He found three doors, and tried one, Papa Naraku’s room. One look, and he shut it firmly.
“Oh, hell no. Waaay to weird, not going in,” he said firmly.
The second door was Kagura’s, and he spotted more gingham and shuddered, deciding that it would be way too soft.
That left one, and he opened it. A nursery, with a crib. A big crib. He considered, yawned...and said what the hell. So the tired, handsome, too curious for his own good wolf curled up in Baby Akago’s crib for a little nap.
Some time later, the three youkai returned from the restaurant, to discover they were not alone!
“Someone was eating my porridge!” Papa Naraku said in a fine fury.
“Mine too, Naraku, and they actually spit it back into the bowl,” Kagura frowned.
“My porridge. It’s gone!” Akago looked furious.
“Hm, well now, it seems someone did dare to-irk,” Kagura clutched her chest as Naraku punished her for being a smart ass.
“My chair has been sat in. Kagura. Find and kill them,” Naraku instructed.
“Mine too, and will you look at that?” Kagura was flicking open her fan when she spotted the remnants of Akago’s chair. The baby incarnation was outraged.
“They will pay for this! I will devour their souls! Kagura! Take me to them,” the baby ordered.
“Don’t give me orders, kid,” the sorceress snapped, and read the winds. So. He was still here? Interesting. She did, however, pick up the still bitching infant on her way upstairs.
“I will eat his soul!”
“If he went into Naraku’s bedroom, he’ll be easy meat,” Kagura noted softly. She steeled herself and opened Naraku’s door. She shuddered, and shut it when she saw it was empty.
“Don’t judge Naraku for his love of the Smurfs, Kagura,” Akago chided.
“It’s the Smurfette shrine that’s too weird. Freak,” Kagura scowled.
“Perhaps,” the baby allowed, and Kagura checked her own room before she turned to the baby’s.
“Only one place left,” she said.
“He better not be in there!”
“Hm,” she opened the door, and stared at the handsome wolf in the crib, snorting and snoring softly in his sleep under the quilt.
“Wolf drool! He is dead!” Akago hissed.
“Probably,” Kagura smiled and opened her fan. “Wake up...Kougalocks!”
“Huh? Who-oh shit!” Kouga recognized them, alright. Also the story he’d wandered into.
“Dance of the-”
“Not in my room! Don’t you dare break my room up!” Akago yelled.
“Naraku’s orders! Dance of the-oof!” she was knocked over as the brave, handsome wolf fled. Out cold and with a footprint on her forehead, Kagura was unable to stop the wolf as he fled. Out the door, down the stairs, and past the chairs he ran, fast as fast could be. All the way home he fled, and screamed.
“NOOOOO....”
From that day on, Naraku locked his doors, and never again would Kougalocks break into someone’s home. Lessons learned, they all, well, you know...
Lived Happily Ever After.
Author’s notes-Thanks for reading!-Namiyo
Once upon a time, in one of those magical forests, was a little cabin into a clearing.
And in this cabin lived three youkai. A Papa, and two of his children. The eldest daughter living at home was named Kagura, and she was like a Mama to her younger brother, Akago, the baby of their large family. Who talked.
Papa Naraku looked up from his paper and scowled as he tasted the porridge Kagura had made for breakfast.
“Kuku! This porridge is too hot!” he glared and made a fist, nearly crushing Kagura’s heart.
“Do it...and you’ll have to...change...diapers...” Kagura hissed, clutching her chest. She was immediately released.
“This porridge is almost perfect, Kagura,” Baby Akago allowed when she spooned some up for him.
“Now my porridge is too cold. Great,” Kagura sighed. She was never meant to be a cook.
“Hm. We shall go out for breakfast,” Naraku allowed, and rose to take his baboon pelt cloak off the hook. Kagura nodded, and collected the complaining Baby. They left the happy little cabin, and Mama Kagura frowned at Papa Naraku.
“Aren’t you locking the door?”
“Who would dare enter the lair of Naraku?” he asked, and she shrugged.
“Suit yourself.”
Off they went.
Not too long after, a handsome, somewhat ragged wolf staggered into the clearing, having just escaped from a metrosexual woodsman with an axe. His stomach upset after eating a sour, fungus laden Granny, he looked up and saw the cheery little cabin.
“I will kill that muttface! Woman my ass. Damned woodsman,” Kouga growled, and winced as he sniffed. Youkai. But not here. Also-rice porridge.
Good for indigestion, rice porridge.
So the handsome wolf went to the door, and discovered it was open. Curious and hungry, he crept inside the cheery little cabin.
It was very odd. He saw three chairs in front of the big screen television, and three stools with three bowls of porridge laid out at the table. A set of steps led upwards, but the brave, handsome wolf knew no one was around. So Kouga went to the largest bowl, that was Naraku’s, and dug in.
“OW! This porridge is way too hot!” he yelped and whimpered as it burned his tongue.
Deciding it wasn’t right, he moved to the next bowl, Kagura’s. He ate some, and spat it out.
“Too cold! Yuck!” he snapped, really annoyed now. His eyes went to the third bowl, Akago’s, and it was the smallest of the three.
Even so, he tried it.
“Not bad, not bad at all!” Kouga nodded to himself, and ate every bite. Burping and full, he wanted to rest a bit after the terrible fright with the woodsman. So he went to watch a little cable, maybe relax some, and chose to find a comfortable chair.
The largest chair, Papa Naraku’s, was large, hard cushioned, and had a motif of evil dragons and tormented youkai and humans carved into it. He frowned, but sat in it anyway. He suddenly had a strange craving to control the world and also to cackle.
“This chair is too hard, and too creepy!” Kouga announced and jumped up.
He then chose the second chair, Mama Kagura’s, and he looked it over carefully. It seemed like a well padded and comfortable chair in a cheerful pink gingham. He sat carefully. Ahhh. Comfortable. He tried to reach for the remote and discovered he was still sinking into the chair.
“Help!” a scream as he desperately wriggled free of the enfolding gingham hell. Panting and frightened, but unwilling to show it, the handsome wolf stared at the smallest chair. Hm. Alrighty. So the handsome wolf sat. It was comfy. It was actually quite a nice little recliner.
He was also quite a bit over the suggested weight limit.
“Damn it!!” Kouga yelled as he found himself lying in splinters.
Furious, curious, he glared at the stairs leading up. He nodded to himself, and stalked up them, desperately tired and just wanting a rest.
He found three doors, and tried one, Papa Naraku’s room. One look, and he shut it firmly.
“Oh, hell no. Waaay to weird, not going in,” he said firmly.
The second door was Kagura’s, and he spotted more gingham and shuddered, deciding that it would be way too soft.
That left one, and he opened it. A nursery, with a crib. A big crib. He considered, yawned...and said what the hell. So the tired, handsome, too curious for his own good wolf curled up in Baby Akago’s crib for a little nap.
Some time later, the three youkai returned from the restaurant, to discover they were not alone!
“Someone was eating my porridge!” Papa Naraku said in a fine fury.
“Mine too, Naraku, and they actually spit it back into the bowl,” Kagura frowned.
“My porridge. It’s gone!” Akago looked furious.
“Hm, well now, it seems someone did dare to-irk,” Kagura clutched her chest as Naraku punished her for being a smart ass.
“My chair has been sat in. Kagura. Find and kill them,” Naraku instructed.
“Mine too, and will you look at that?” Kagura was flicking open her fan when she spotted the remnants of Akago’s chair. The baby incarnation was outraged.
“They will pay for this! I will devour their souls! Kagura! Take me to them,” the baby ordered.
“Don’t give me orders, kid,” the sorceress snapped, and read the winds. So. He was still here? Interesting. She did, however, pick up the still bitching infant on her way upstairs.
“I will eat his soul!”
“If he went into Naraku’s bedroom, he’ll be easy meat,” Kagura noted softly. She steeled herself and opened Naraku’s door. She shuddered, and shut it when she saw it was empty.
“Don’t judge Naraku for his love of the Smurfs, Kagura,” Akago chided.
“It’s the Smurfette shrine that’s too weird. Freak,” Kagura scowled.
“Perhaps,” the baby allowed, and Kagura checked her own room before she turned to the baby’s.
“Only one place left,” she said.
“He better not be in there!”
“Hm,” she opened the door, and stared at the handsome wolf in the crib, snorting and snoring softly in his sleep under the quilt.
“Wolf drool! He is dead!” Akago hissed.
“Probably,” Kagura smiled and opened her fan. “Wake up...Kougalocks!”
“Huh? Who-oh shit!” Kouga recognized them, alright. Also the story he’d wandered into.
“Dance of the-”
“Not in my room! Don’t you dare break my room up!” Akago yelled.
“Naraku’s orders! Dance of the-oof!” she was knocked over as the brave, handsome wolf fled. Out cold and with a footprint on her forehead, Kagura was unable to stop the wolf as he fled. Out the door, down the stairs, and past the chairs he ran, fast as fast could be. All the way home he fled, and screamed.
“NOOOOO....”
From that day on, Naraku locked his doors, and never again would Kougalocks break into someone’s home. Lessons learned, they all, well, you know...
Lived Happily Ever After.
Author’s notes-Thanks for reading!-Namiyo