As Jin got changed, putting his clothes back on, he looked at the finished article. He looked at the statue he made of Inari, completely naked and lying down on her front. He looked at the statue and the detail he included. The most noticeable aspects of her face and body. He didn't let up on a single detail and a single crevasse. As he looked at his body he gave a small gentle nod. It may have taken a bit longer than his other works, but he was happy with his work. He didn't want to sully his name in such a mystical place so the extra time was well worth the effort. Looking at the statue, he believed he sullied his name at all. The statue looked just as beautiful as the women it was made after.
Jin: So are you happy with the work?
Jin asked as his pay entirely depended on Inaris' happiness with his work. He didn't have a deposit, he didn't have a contract. He just trusted Inaris' word. He believed that was enough. So as he looked at Inari, she seemed to stare at it. Looking at every inch of the statue Jin had carved. Unlike the divine energy emanating from everything in Takamagahara, her statue had a gentle energy emanating from it. An earthly energy. She couldn't quite place her finger on what the energy felt like, but like the gentle breezes of earth and its slightly warmer sunshine, she liked it.
The energy wasn't radiant or powerful, it was soft. It felt like a gentle view of a rainbow. Jin's energy left remaining in the statue was a piece of Earth. A piece of Earth on Heaven.
It made Inari smile.
Inari: It's beautiful and not just because it's of me. You truly have a special talent Jin.
Jin: Thank you. It means a lot.
Inari: Now, shall we walk back to the main hall? There I can properly compensate you.
Inari with a magic circle had her clothes appear back on her. Smiling as she saw Jins small looks. Turning around, she walked away, swaying her hips in a hypnotic manner. She knew what she was doing, she knew her beauty well. The swaying of her hips was alluring and she felt a warm feeling in her chest knowing Jin at least took a glance. Not a lustful one, but really finding her beautiful.
However, Jin took a deep breath and calmed his mind. Something he was very good at. Looking up as Jin followed her. But two others also followed. Two pure white foxes, following not Inari, but Jin. Keeping close to him, not straying away from him.
Walking back through the gardens, where the two foxes didn't stray from Jin's side for a second, Inari and Jin walked into the main hall of the palace. Jin closed the sliding shoji doors behind him as he went and sat down opposite Inari. Sitting on the tatami mats on their knees, with the two foxes found comfort on his legs. All the while she looked at them with a small smile that didn't seem to disappear.
Inari: Now, I assume you would accept any earthly currency?
Jin: Pounds, Dollars, Yen, anything convenient to you. We haven't really written a contract nor have I made you sign one. So I'll let you decide what my work should be valued at. I've never worked on a statue so big, so I don't really know where to price it.
Inari looked at Jin, to have her decide the value herself was generous. A discount you could say. She could choose not to pay him at all. There was no way Jin could force her to pay. But Inari was a kind and generous Kami. In a small shining white magic circle, not only a pile of money appeared, but a container for it. A large black suitcase. All the stacks of bills were in large yen. Inari began piling it all in, she looked at Jin in complete shock and gave a little giggle. She didn't stop, having fun looking at his shock as she filled up the suitcase with cash. Cold, hard cash. When she finished filling it to the brim, to a point where it would be hard to close, she moved the full suitcase over to him.
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Duality (DxD) (Part 1)
FanfictionWhat would happen if you rejected the ideas of good and evil? Hero and villain. All because you had been both. You had saved some, yet killed others. You were someone small, but now bigger than many. You grew up and were no longer naive to believe y...