One Week Left
Hi, my name is Kimyco and this is my first story on Fanfiction ever, I hope you enjoy. Please try to follow along with the story, with the whole switching from Miroku's soul to Sango's, it's just alot easier for me to describe things and people when I put myself in their shoes. And truth be told; it's alot easier for me to tell a story in first person. But if I kept it at Sango or Miroku all the time it would get boring.
Summery; It has been three years since we last saw Inuyasha and the others. Mirokus time is wearing thin, he only has one week left to live! How will Sango react to this tragic truth? How will you?
It had been three years since Inuyasha, the inu hanyou (dog half demon), Kagome-sama (sama means lady, lord, master, and so on depending on the situation), the ningen omma (human woman) from the future who is also the reincarnation of Inuyasha's former love, the miko (priestess) Kikyo , Shippo, the young kitsune youkai (fox demon), Koga, the adult Ookami (wolf) youkai, Miroku, the perverted ningen Buddhist houshi (monk), Sango, the ningen omma taijiya (demon exersist) and Kirara, Sango's fateful omma two-tailed cat youkai comrade had begun their search together for the shards of the Shikon Jewel (Jewel of Four Souls), and Naraku, the foul hanyou and Inuyasha's group's sworn enemy.
Miroku knew his time was running short. He only had one week left before his Kazaana (wind tunnel) engulfed him and anything or anyone within twenty feet! His home was only two days away from the spot he was at with his friends and Sango. I think Miroku's spirit should take it from here. Hello, my name is Miroku. I'm here to tell you parts of the story of my last week, so listen carefully. I don't like to repeat myself.
I sat atop of a hill just outside the village Inuyasha, the others and Sango were staying in. The sun had just set the full moon and the cloudless sky plus the billions of bright stars made the perfect romantic atmosphere. I was looking at my right hand, the Kazaana hand. I was so focused on it that I didn't even hear the ningen omma taijiya that enchanted me so, walk up behind me. "Is something wrong Houshi-sama?" Sango asked. I jumped at the sudden voice. Again my mind went spiralling; all my thoughts and worries were gone at simply hearing Sango's voice, the voice that to me must have been Buddha's greatest creation aside from her graceful figure, perfect body, pure strength and courage, enough to give to everyone in the world; youkai, ningen and anything in between and still have so much left for her own needs, of course. Her kirei (beautiful) dark brown hair that I wanted to stroke so softly and elegant light brown eyes that were like a closed book with a combo lock attached that I just had to figure out the combination to. And lips that were so soft and tender, oh how I wanted to kiss those lips to no end. I wanted her to be mine, but the danger and heartbreak that came along with this love would change her into a creature so horrid and strong that Naraku would look like child's play. That was the reason I made Sango mad at me constantly, so her heart wouldn't get broken.
"No, nothing is wrong Sango." I answered. I wish she would call me by my name instead of calling me Houshi-sama all the time. How wonderful my name would sound coming from lips so tender, and a voice that would make even the mighty Buddha fall to his knees. I thought. "Why would you think something was wrong Sango?" I asked, looking again at her lips, as she sat beside me. I wish I could wrap my arms around her body and hold her closely, close enough that she could hear my heart beating rapidly. I thought. "You haven't been yourself lately. And when you aren't being yourself it means that something is wrong...or you've finally found your perfect omma." Sango said, hoping so dearly that it was the first reason I wouldn't be myself. You are my perfect omma. I thought. I had stopped being myself (a houshi captivated by pretty omma) about three weeks before. I had known my death was looming closer for that long. It was my last month to live; I decided that I shouldn't get Sango mad at me. Besides, I didn't want to die knowing Sango was mad at me. Of course I'd have rather not die at all, but that couldn't be helped. She has figured me out perfectly; her intelligents is far superior to that of most omma in this time, just another reason for me to love her. I thought happily. "So, what is wrong Houshi-sama?" Sango asked again. I can't hide the truth from her for long, I might as well tell her now. I'm sure she will understand that she mustn't come with me. I said in my head. "I...only have...one week left...before my Kazaana...sucks me in." I replied sadly. "WHAT?!" Sango yelled. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asked. (Alright time for Sango's spirit's turn) Hello, my name is Sango and I will also be telling you parts of the story of Miroku's last week.
"I didn't want to...worry you." Miroku answered. I was surprised I was able to talk to him at all on a night like this; it was so romantic I thought my mind would freeze up at any moment. His voice like nothing I had ever heard before yet I couldn't get enough of it, his hands were strong but gentle, everything about him made me feel like I could exersise any youkai. His dark brown hair made me want to be held in his arms, and his light purple eyes made me only realize how much I loved him. I would have gone to the ends of this era to save him if he needed it, but his voice, strength, hair and eyes weren't the only reason I loved him. But If I list them all it would be a very, very, very, very, very, very, very, long chapter. I felt my face turn red with embarrassment, as I turned my head to look in the opposite direction. He was the only person to ever make me feel that way, to ever make me blush at the mention of something a comrade would do anyway.
"I...I don't worry about you." I lied; I couldn't let him see me unable to control my emotions. "Oh. And to think I thought...you actually care about me." Miroku said he seemed a little sad by my reaction to his reply. "I do, I mean I don't, I mean..."I said, completely at a loss of words. I don't know...I mean I know I love you, but I can't tell you that. I thought. "I...I...I-" "Shhhhhhh. I know." Miroku said gently, placing one finger against my lips to stop me from making a fool of myself (which I might have already done by that point). I felt him pull me towards him, as he wrapped his arms around my body. I suddenly felt his lips press against my own. At first I tried to pull away, but as I did his grip on my body tightened. It wasn't enough to hurt me, just to keep me from running away. I could feel my control over my body slowly slipping away, I tried to get my thoughts strait but my mind had gone blank. There was only one thought that was still intact in my mind. It's finally happening, he's kissing me! I...I...I love everything about you, I know I do, this is my chance to show Miroku Houshi-sama! That was the only thought that I could get at, the rest of my mind was swirling and spinning, all my other thoughts were aw struck. I never actually lost control of my body, I simply thought I did. I felt my arms wrap around his neck, and my lips push against his. I never wanted this moment to end; it was what I had wanted since I first saw him.
After what seemed like an eternity, (but was probably only a few minutes), I felt my lips grow cold as Miroku pulled his lips from mine. Tears had begun dripping down my face. I wrapped my arms around his body as he held me in his strong, gentle arms. "Good bye." He whispered in my ear. I felt a sudden pain; it was the kind of pain that could knock out even a taijiya. I had been hit in the back of my neck. My conciseness began to drift away; I felt rain falling on my body as Miroku set me gently on the ground. "I'm so sorry Sango." He said as he walked away from the village, into the forest.