Life Span
Chapter 1: 50 years young!
"You must not go near, Miroku!" The old man yelled to the boy running towards his father
"Father!" Miroku yelled paying no heed to the man behind him
"You'll be sucked into the wind tunnel on your fathers palm!" The man yelled again
"Father...."
As Miroku came towards his father a giant gust of wind pushed him back. Once the dust cleared his father was gone and all the remained were a crater in which the ground once had been.
"Your father divined that his own death was soon approaching. That is why he entrusted your care to this temple."
Miroku was in shock as to the fact that he just witnessed his father's death. He was consumed by the hellhole in his right hand as well as one-day Miroku will be consumed as well.
"Master Mushin..." He whispered "Th- that will happen to me?"
Mushin led the boy towards the temple. He had no answer to Miroku's question and perhaps never will. Mushin left the boy in his new room so that he may be alone with his thoughts. The old monk knew what the boy experienced was nothing but a nightmare. Looking back at the closed door he hoped that this boy, Miroku, would break this curse by destroying the one who caused it, Naraku.
Miroku sat on his bed and brought his knees to his chest. He looked at his right hand, for it too had the hellhole. Tears fell from his eyes and onto his arms, legs, and bed. Eventually he allowed his head to fall onto the pillow and try to make comfort for his body.
"Curse you, Naraku, curse you." Miroku whispered, tears falling from his adolescent eyes.
Miroku's father had died so long ago, but the day of his death had been plaguing his sleep ever since. It was hard for him to get along without a mother or a father, so Mushin was sure to be a substitute father figure. Not the best considering that the old monk taught him both ways, bad and good, mostly bad. He had learned to pursue women and drink to his enlightenment from Master Mushin, but he had never learned to accept the curse that gave both his grandfather and father premature deaths. The young Miroku became depressed and began to take his own life. But now at the age of 19 (a/n: I believe that's his age that's what lots of people are saying) he wishes to end this curse, or, if he does not succeed, have his own child bore by a beautiful young woman, preferably Sango.
Sango was an angel in her own way. She had strength, brains, and beauty, but unfortunately for the monk Miroku she seems to hate him with a passion. Obviously, lecherous monks really aren't her type, but if Sango were to see what goes through his mind as he perversely touch her she'd understand that he can't help but feel her curves, her graceful skin. Even her hand that throws its self onto his cheek, he longs to sense her soft skin. Miroku never learned how to get girls in any other way, thanks to Mushin and the impressions he's left on Miroku's life.
"Miroku! Earth to Miroku, wake up!" It was Kagome's voice. Though her face was hidden in darkness, due to Miroku's eyes being closed, it was undoubtedly she who called him. His eyes opened slowly and painfully as the sunlight crept into his eyes. He blinked to allow himself to get used to it and looked up to see Kagome carrying a large pack of goods for their journey. She had just returned from another adventure through the well and back into her own time, the future, or rather the present to Kagome. It was the middle of her summer vacation so she didn't wear her sailor suit school uniform. Actually, two months ago was the last they'd see of it because Kagome had passed her high school entrance exams and was accepted into Iitari High School. Now her uniform was blue instead of green, it made her look more mature, but that wasn't what she wore now. Currently, she wore a floral dress that fit so perfect with her personality, considering that one of the flowers on her dress was a rose and it showed its thorns.
Miroku smiled back at her as a "Welcome back." To the side of Kagome was the half-demon Inuyasha. He was looking rather bored, but the monk couldn't blame him. From what Miroku could tell Kagome had been gone for a while considering the sun had moved quite a bit. He'd estimate two maybe three hours. What could she have done to take so long? Miroku knew better than to pry into Kagome's business. Especially since she had a mean temper, but unfortunately, Inuyasha didn't. "And what the hell took you so long?" Inuyasha asked, well, more like demanded.
"Not that's any of your business, Inuyasha, I had a few messages I had to take care of." Kagome placed her enormously large bag on her pink bike.
"Messages? Like what?" Inuyasha asked
"A few phone calls. Three from Eri, one from Yuka and Ayumi, and a few from Hojo. A few emails I had to send out and finally I had to tell my Grandpa not to tell anyone that I was sick over the summer. He's so stubborn it took a while to convince him. Hey! He's kind of like you Inuyasha! Stubborn, a terrible liar, and you're both old!" Kagome laughed placing a finger on her chin as though he were thinking. Inuyasha's vein throbbed and his fingers twitched.
"Old! What makes you say I'm old?" He screamed
"If you were attached to a tree for fifty years, I think you'd be considered old." Shippo dropped from a tree branch over head and fell onto Inuyasha's head with a plop! He was nodding in agreement with Kagome.
"She's right, Inuyasha. You are old!" The child fox was picked up off Inuyasha's head and brought down eye level. He laughed nervously at Inuyasha as he watched the corners of his mouth curve into a frightening smile. He muttered something like, "I'll show you old!" and began beating the child with his fists. Kagome placed her hands on her hips and screamed, "SIT!" Causing Inuyasha to fall face first into the grass below, unfortunately, that was where Shippo was. Miroku could only laugh at the three of them bicker. That was, until she came back.
Sango returned from Kaede's village on Kirara's, her cat demon friend, back. She climbed off and took a deep breath. Kirara burst into flame and returned to its cuter and smaller form, which jumped onto Sango's shoulder. The demon exterminator pushed her hair behind her ear and walked over to the bickering three. "Now what are you all fighting about?" Sango asked, pulling Shippo away from Inuyasha's pained body.
"You shouldn't worry, Sango, it's another pointless fight between the three of them." Miroku replied pushing himself off the cold ground. "How is Lady Kaede?"
"She's awaiting Kagome's return so she may speak to her about the gathering of the Shikon shards." Sango replied turning away from the yelling.
Miroku picked up his staff and walked past Sango, flashing her a smile as he did so. Behind Sango was the bickering non-couple. He raised his staff and brought it down on Inuyasha's head causing him to stumble forward. "What'd you do that for you perverted monk?" Inuaysha exclaimed grabbing the back of his head.
"If you spent all your time arguing over nothing we'll never find Naraku and the jewel shards!" Miroku explained. "And I naturally hit you because I can't hit a girl." He smiled at Kagome. "Shall we be off now?"