Fox Emperor Chapter 2

 

All in this fic belongs to the creator of Inuyasha!

 

 

Remember it’s been 20 years since Shippo was last living in Japan, so things are bond to change, even people.

 

 

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(translation)

 

 

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Miroku was standing out side the palace waiting for Shippo and his assassins. He looked around the city still admiring the architecture of the fox demons. The palace was the biggest building here. In front of it was smaller buildings, which got smaller when closer to the middle. In the middle was some kind of statue of a diamond table with a huge golden star on it. The ball was made of the substance as the strange colored stones that line most of the roof. According to the fox demons, it’s called a glow stone.

 

 

Miroku sighed and looked at the palace door.

 

 

What’s taking them so long? He thought.

 

 

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In the palace basement the selected team was getting ready to depart. A young redish brown head male fox demon was watching them with envy. Just then the celling doors open and in came Shippo and his other advisor, Kalohu.

 

 

“We’re ready sire,” said one.

 

 

“Good,” said Shippo

 

 

He turn to the young male, who smiled at him.

 

 

“Shuro I need you to stay here and watch over the city while I’m gone,” Shippo ordered.

 

 

Shuro frowned.

 

 

But,” he started in protest “Je suis assez vieux pour combattre !” <I’m old enough to fight!>

 

 

“No,” Shippo said firmly, “You will stay here. Kalohu make sure he does.”

 

 

Kalohu bowed and said, “Yes sire.”

 

 

Shippo started to walk out behind the rest.

 

 

“Father!” Shuro shouted.

 

 

Shippo stopped and looked over his shoulder at him.

 

 

“Ce qui es-tu si peur de?” <What are you so afraid of?> Shuro asked.

 

 

Shippo look ed away.

 

 

“Votre mort.” <Your death.> he answered before he left.

 

 

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Miroku was standing out side the palace waiting for Shippo and his assassins. He looked around the city still admiring the architecture of the fox demons. The palace was the biggest building here. In front of it was smaller buildings, which got smaller when closer to the middle. In the middle was a statue of a diamond table with a huge golden star on it. The star was made up of the substance as the strange colored stones that line most of the roof. According to the fox demons, it’s called a glow stone. Miroku sighed and looked at the palace door.

What’s taking them so long? He thought.

 

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In the palace basement the selected team was getting ready to leave. A young redish brown head male fox demon was watching them with envy. Just then the celling doors open and in came Shippo and his other advisor, Kalohu.

“We’re ready sire,” said one.

“Good,” said Shippo.

He turn to the young male, who smiled at him.

“Shuro I need you to stay here and watch over the city while I’m gone,” Shippo ordered.

Shuro frowned.

“But,” he started in protest “Je suis assez vieux pour combattre !” (I’m old enough to fight!)

“No,” Shippo said firmly, “You will stay here. Kalohu make sure he does.”

Kalohu bowed and said, “Yes sire.”

Shippo started to walk out behind the rest.

“Father!” Shuro shouted.

Shippo stopped and looked over his shoulder at him.

“Ce qui es-tu si peur de?” Shuro asked. (What are you so afraid of?)

Shippo looked away.

“Votre mort.” he answered before he left. (Your death.)

 

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Miroku lead them to the eastern forest temple. It took them all day, but that didn’t bother the fox demons much. Especially the trained assassins. There were use to it. They were now at a wall that wasn’t guarded.

“My monks and I will distract the guards at the front while you and your people can sneak in through here,” Miroku instructed Shippo while pointing at the wall, “You can jump the wall, but we can’t. The high priest will be expecting us, but not you. Kill all the rest if you want, but make sure the high priest stays alive.”

“All right,” Shippo said, “We’ll wait for your signal.”

Miroku nodded and lead his party to the front. Once the guards were all there Shippo and the fox assassins moved toward the temple entrance.

“Une fois nous entrons, a divisé dans les groupes de trois,” ordered Shippo, “Une fois vous trouvez l’haut prêtre, l’entourez. Tuer tout dans votre chemin.” (Once we enter, divided in the groups of three. Once you find the high priest, surround him. Kill all in your path.)

“Oui Empereur Shippo,” they said. (Yes Emperor Shippo.)

After a few moments the fox demons had the high priest surrounded. He pulled his blade out.

“That won’t work,” said Miroku coming through the crowd of fox demons, “these fox demons are the same ones that cut China’s population in half.”

The high priest’s eyes went big.

“Now if you be so kind as to come with me,” Miroku said, “The feudal lord has a few questions for you.”

The high priest glared at him.

“Long live Lord Hoku!” he yelled.

In a blink of an eye the high priest put his blade through his heart.

“Damn,” said Miroku.

He looked at Shippo.

“Thank you for your help, old friend,” he said. “I need to head back to my lord and give him the news.”

Shippo looked over at his people.

“Retourner à Solarira,” he ordered, “Je serai de retour dans quelques jours. Et un de vous aurait-il des objections disant mon fils pour ne pas s’inquiéter ?” (Return to Solarira. I’ll be back in a few days. And would one of you mind telling my son not to worry?)

“J’engendrerai,” said one of the assassins. (I will sire.)

“Merci,” said Shippo. (Thank you.)

He tun back to Miroku.

“I would like to meet this lord,” he said.

Miroku stared with his mouth open for a while.

“Okay, but don’t expect a royal greeting,” he said.

Shippo laughed.

“I don’t really mind,” he said.

 

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It took them half a day to get there. They were standing outside the gate.

“All right Shippo be ready to be amazed,” Miroku said.

They walked into the gate and Shippo gasped. This city was five times bigger then Solarira.

“Welcome to Demontra,” said Miroku, “the city were demons, half demons, and humans live together in piece.”

They went to the other side. Miroku bowed at the guards at the front entrance.

“Is the feudal lord in today?” he asked.

“Yes,” answered one of them, “He should be in the throne room.”

They went into the throne room. There a man with long silver hair, white puppy ears, wearing a red Kamoto with a white jacket was standing in front of the throne chair. Miroku bowed. Shippo hesitantly did the same.

“My lord I bring you some good news and some bad news,” said Miroku.

The lord’s golden eyes looked from him to Shippo then back at him.

“What is the bad news?” he asked.

“The high priest from the Eastern Forest Temple has taken his own life,” answered Miroku, “he was a loyalest of Hoku.”

The lord closed his eyes and sighed. He open them again.

“And the good news?” he asked.

Miroku pushed Shippo forward.

“I’m sure you have heard that the fox demons have come back?” Miroku asked.

The lord nodded.

“This is their Emperor,” said Miroku with a smile, “but doesn’t he look familiar to you?”

The lord looked at Shippo’s eyes.

“Yes,” he answered.

“Go ahead and tell him your name,” Miroku said.

“My name is Shippo,” he said.

The lord smiled.

“It’s been years,” the lord said.

Shippo just looked at him.

“I’m Inuyasha,” he said.

Shippo’s eyes widen.

Who died and made him lord? He thought.

Inuyasha laughed.

“I know that would surprise you,” he said.

Shippo smiled. Them a white blur dashed behind Inuyasha. Shippo lend to one side a little to look. He saw a boy with ears, hair, and eyes to match Inuyasha, but he also had a white tail and a crescent moon shape mark on his forehead. Inuyasha pushed the child in front of him.

“This is my son Yuko,” introduce Inuyasha, “Yuko this is Shippo, the kit I always talked about.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Yuko with a bow, “Um is it okay if I call you big brother?”

“Sure,” said Shippo with a smile and going down to his eye level, “How old are you?”

“Six,” Yuko answered.

“Two years younger than my son,” said Shippo.

“You have a son?” Inuyasha asked in surprise.

“Why yes,” answered Shippo getting back up, “How would you like to meet him and see our city?”

“I would love too,” he answered.

Shippo smiled. He couldn’t wait to bring the man that he always seen as his father since he was a kit to see the city he fought to long to bring to life.

 

 

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The French words are there ’till Amber’s brother gets done with the made up language.

Fox Emperor Chapter 1

Familiar characters (I.E. Inuyasha, ect.) belongs to the creator of Inuyasha. Made up characters belong to me.

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Forest green eyes looked out a window to the lava falls. This was the peacefullest thing these eyes have seen since their owner was 8. These eyes wittiness the murder of their last leader and the slavery or their owner’s people. Their lids hidden them when the owner winced when he remembered the sting of the wipes on his back. They snapped open when the owner herd his door opening.

“Forgive me for the interruption, your majesty,” said the intruder.

The owner turned his head to look at the intruder. It was a female fox demon named Shaleme. She was one of the owner’s two advisers. She bowed.

“There is a human high priest requesting to see you,” she said.

The owner turned back to the window.

“I’ll be down in a minuet,” he said, “Let the visitor know.”

Shaleme bowed again.

“Yes, Emperor Shippo,” she said before she left.

Shippo looked out once more, but not at the lava falls. He was staring out at the center of their new capital city, Solarira. Solarira is the name of their goddess and ruler of the sun. So it was fitting that they would build their new home in Mt. Fuji’s volcano. Shippo closed his eyes again at the memory of their landing and the building of the capital. He snorted. They haven’t been here for a full year and all ready getting visitors. Shippo open his eyes again and sighed.

“I guess it’s time to meet this human high priest,” he said before he left.

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Miroku was truly surprised. He had heard that the fox demons had migrated here from China. Miroku just shrugged it off as some rumor that the locals told the children so that they won’t go into the mountains. But here he was, high priest of the eastern sands temple, in the throne room of their emperor. Miroku had also herd that the humans of China enslaved them. If it wasn’t for the looks he got when he enter here he would have said that would just be a rumor as well. But the reason Miroku was here was by order of the feudal lord of the east. Just then the throne room door open. Miroku witched as a male fox demon, dressed in armor that fitted for a shaman, with his long reddish-brown hair tied in a pony tail, walked to the throne and sat down. The demon looked at Miroku. Miroku bowed in respect to the demon’s rank. He looked up at the emperor and thought that he looked strangely familiar.

“What business do you have with us, human?” the demon asked.

“I am here to ask you to lend me some of your assassins,” Miroku answered.

“What for?” the demon emperor asked.

“The priests of the eastern forest has betrayed my lord because of what he is,” Miroku answered.

The demon emperor leaned forward in the throne.

“And what would he be?” he asked.

“A half demon,” Miroku answered.

The emperor got up and walked to Miroku.

“It’s hard for me to believe someone when I can’t see their face, let alone not knowing their name.” he stated.

Miroku closed his eyes in embarrassment. He completely forgot to remove his sand mask. He took it off and noticed that the demon’s eyes widen.

“I am Miroku, high priest if the eastern sands,” he said.

The demon emperor smiled.

“Then I shall do your request,” he said with his turning to a toothy one, “as an old friend of mine.”

Miroku raised an eyebrow.

“Old friend?” he asked.

“I’m Shippo,” the demon answered, “Hopefully you remember me.”

Now it was time for Miroku’s eyes to widen. Here was the little kit that use to travel around with him and the rest when Kagome was with them, now all grown up and crowed by his people. Shippo laughed.

“My gods it’s been how many years since any of us last seen you?” Miroku asked.

“At least 20,” Shippo answered.

Miroku walked up to Shippo and gave him a hug. Which Shippo returned. Miroku took a few steps back, afterwords, to look at him.

“Wow,” was all he could say.

Miroku then remembered that Shippo left when he was 8 to train for any specific class that his people offered. Which brought a little curiosity in him.

“What class did you chose?” he asked.

“Shaman,” Shippo answered with a smile, “Of coarse when duty calls for it, I’m also a ninja and a healer.”

Miroku was left speechless.

“Now about your request,” Shippo said, “I would have to go with the assassins do to the trust they have for humans.”

“Of coarse,” said Miroku, “I and a few of the priests will be going there as well for support and to put a few of them in charge of the temple.”

“Alright,” said Shippo, “When do you want us to leave?”

“As soon as you can,” Miroku answered.

“Very well,” said Shippo walking to the door with Miroku, “We’ll be leaving in the after noon. Meet us at he eastern base of the mountains. You will have to lead the way.”

“Okay,” said Miroku, “see you there then.”