Prompt 323 Vice
Title Wasted On the Way
Author landofthekwt
Rating K
Prompt Vice (Inuyasha fanfic)
Word Count 250
Warning none
Summary Miroku drowns his sorrows
“What a waste” thought Miroku. Considering all the risk he had gone to divest the lord of his ill-gotten gains, he had managed to squander the pittance he had received for the goods from the black marketeers in one evening at the geisha house.
The food had been bad, the sake watered and the women fat and untrained. Was there no honor among thieves? He had least had justice on his side. The Lord had been squeezing his vassals to fatten his purse in times of strife.
As he had no way of returning the monies to the vassals he was forced to reduce his winnings to ready cash so that he could continue his search for Naraku. Now all he had to show for his endeavor was a shard of the sacred jewel that he had taken from the weasel.
Too bad he could not have taken the young woman from whom he had stolen the huge fragment of the sacred jewel. He loved women, but one had to have priorities. The choice was to steal the woman or the Jewel. At least he had obtained a getaway vehicle in the bargain.
Now all he had from his last two endeavors were sacred jewel fragments. Nothing to do but drown his sorrows. Tomorrow would be another day. There would be women to bed, lords to fleece and jewels to recover. He had only one real goal. Slaying Naraku to break the curse. Everything else was just flotsam and jetsam,
Author landofthekwt
Rating K
Prompt Vice (Inuyasha fanfic)
Word Count 250
Warning none
Summary Miroku drowns his sorrows
“What a waste” thought Miroku. Considering all the risk he had gone to divest the lord of his ill-gotten gains, he had managed to squander the pittance he had received for the goods from the black marketeers in one evening at the geisha house.
The food had been bad, the sake watered and the women fat and untrained. Was there no honor among thieves? He had least had justice on his side. The Lord had been squeezing his vassals to fatten his purse in times of strife.
As he had no way of returning the monies to the vassals he was forced to reduce his winnings to ready cash so that he could continue his search for Naraku. Now all he had to show for his endeavor was a shard of the sacred jewel that he had taken from the weasel.
Too bad he could not have taken the young woman from whom he had stolen the huge fragment of the sacred jewel. He loved women, but one had to have priorities. The choice was to steal the woman or the Jewel. At least he had obtained a getaway vehicle in the bargain.
Now all he had from his last two endeavors were sacred jewel fragments. Nothing to do but drown his sorrows. Tomorrow would be another day. There would be women to bed, lords to fleece and jewels to recover. He had only one real goal. Slaying Naraku to break the curse. Everything else was just flotsam and jetsam,