InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ A Fruitful Palm ( Chapter 94 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: King Baka 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.18.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 491 | Visits: 556 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.18.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 491 | Visits: 556 | Status: Completed
Title: A Fruitful Palm
Community: IB4Y
Theme: Truth
Place Earned: 3rd
Rating: PG
Universe: canon
Word count: 299
Summary: Miroku has some fun with a favorite pastime.
Warnings: none
A Fruitful Palm
Miroku sighed, walking over to his hanyou companion. It was just the two of them out here, Inuyasha because he wanted some fresh air, and Miroku because he had engaged in one of his favorite pastimes—reading the palms of beautiful maidens.
“Whatsa matter, bouzu?” Inuyasha sneered. “Couldn’t convince a woman to bear your children?”
“It’s not just about that, Inuyasha,” Miroku replied honestly.
He was actually fairly proficient at reading palms. There were real signals there, signs of the person’s destiny. But just because he could read a person’s future didn’t mean he always reported exactly what he saw. He couldn’t bear to tell a young beauty, barely out of girlhood, that she had a mark indicating early death, probably from childbirth. He saw himself as a bringer of hope. Earning a smile from a good fortune brightened his day.
Inuyasha scoffed. “Don’t tell me you actually believe you can read people’s palms. What a load of crap.”
“Oh, really? Perhaps you’d care to allow me to examine your palm?”
“Just don’t ask me to have your child,” Inuyasha quipped, nevertheless extending out his hand, for curiosity’s sake.
Miroku grinned at what he saw. “This is actually a fruitful palm, Inuyasha. You will have many children.”
“Bullshit.”
“No, really. See this mark right here? It means—”
“You’re full of crap, bouzu. I ain’t never having any kids!” Inuyasha declared, his tone noticeably uncertain. For a moment his eyes panned to the side, then he flushed deep crimson. It was just a glance, but it was enough to reveal what—or who—currently occupied his thoughts.
“Sure, Inuyasha,” Miroku replied, wearing a knowing smirk.
“K-keh!”
Then the hanyou was gone, leaving Miroku to chuckle quietly to himself. Sometimes it was nice to be able to tell the truth.
A/N – In chapter 3 of Entrapment, I also wrote about Miroku’s palm reading, but took the opposite stance. In that story, Miroku knew nothing about reading palms, and only did it to make people smile (and proposition women, of course). I think both ways work well.
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Community: IB4Y
Theme: Truth
Place Earned: 3rd
Rating: PG
Universe: canon
Word count: 299
Summary: Miroku has some fun with a favorite pastime.
Warnings: none
A Fruitful Palm
Miroku sighed, walking over to his hanyou companion. It was just the two of them out here, Inuyasha because he wanted some fresh air, and Miroku because he had engaged in one of his favorite pastimes—reading the palms of beautiful maidens.
“Whatsa matter, bouzu?” Inuyasha sneered. “Couldn’t convince a woman to bear your children?”
“It’s not just about that, Inuyasha,” Miroku replied honestly.
He was actually fairly proficient at reading palms. There were real signals there, signs of the person’s destiny. But just because he could read a person’s future didn’t mean he always reported exactly what he saw. He couldn’t bear to tell a young beauty, barely out of girlhood, that she had a mark indicating early death, probably from childbirth. He saw himself as a bringer of hope. Earning a smile from a good fortune brightened his day.
Inuyasha scoffed. “Don’t tell me you actually believe you can read people’s palms. What a load of crap.”
“Oh, really? Perhaps you’d care to allow me to examine your palm?”
“Just don’t ask me to have your child,” Inuyasha quipped, nevertheless extending out his hand, for curiosity’s sake.
Miroku grinned at what he saw. “This is actually a fruitful palm, Inuyasha. You will have many children.”
“Bullshit.”
“No, really. See this mark right here? It means—”
“You’re full of crap, bouzu. I ain’t never having any kids!” Inuyasha declared, his tone noticeably uncertain. For a moment his eyes panned to the side, then he flushed deep crimson. It was just a glance, but it was enough to reveal what—or who—currently occupied his thoughts.
“Sure, Inuyasha,” Miroku replied, wearing a knowing smirk.
“K-keh!”
Then the hanyou was gone, leaving Miroku to chuckle quietly to himself. Sometimes it was nice to be able to tell the truth.
A/N – In chapter 3 of Entrapment, I also wrote about Miroku’s palm reading, but took the opposite stance. In that story, Miroku knew nothing about reading palms, and only did it to make people smile (and proposition women, of course). I think both ways work well.
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