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Miroku's Journal (It is not a Diary Shippo!)
Green Tree Day- (A Little After Sunrise) Kagome insists that today is September 4, though I disagree with her. That is the day in her era, with all of its strict rules and tall buildings with no trees. I believe in this day and age that nothing is set in stone, so the day 'Wednesday' has nothing to do with me. I am simply not interested in facts like that. Days should be named something cheerful, and since there seems to be an abundance of green trees (though this is basically everyday), today shall be named after them. I have discussed this with Shippou, who agrees with me and asked if tomorrow could be 'Shippou' day. I have told him I would consider, though I thought perhaps I would name it something nice. Like Not-Being-Attacked-By-Demons-So-We-Can-Rest Day, but it is highly unlikely. Still, I am hopeful.
Ahem. Perhaps I should state who I am and why I am even writing in this thing that Kagome says is a 'notebook'. Apparently, in her world, it is common place to have a little blank book bound with 'paper' that is much more thin and lined than the scrolls I have seen. And supposedly, these notebooks have no real purpose unless the person who bought them decides to use them for something. Kagome said that this was supposed to be her history notebook, but since she saw how interested I was in these notebooks, she gave me one. She told me she could get another one anyway, since they are only fifty cents.
Note to self: Find out what fifty cents is and then give it to Kagome. Or grope her when Inyuasha isn't looking. For a half demon not at all interested in the girl from another era, he is too protective of a woman he claims is not his.
Still, Kagome insisted perhaps I should write all my thoughts and days down in this 'journal' so that one day my children (no luck yet, but I am optimistic and my good looks assure some woman shall soon succumb to my wiles) can see what kind of person I was. I don't see what's wrong with having my wife (hehe) tell them about me, though if she is someone as jaded as Sango (she's been shooting me suspicious looks ever since I started writing, but mostly because I've been making an effort to whisper in a tone that suggests conspiracy with Shippou), perhaps this is wise. Not that I would marry Sango anytime soon. Well, maybe... hmm... certain parts of her
But moving on, I will introduce myself. My name is Miroku, a monk who is fortunate to travel with Inuyasha (half demon who is on a quest to become full demon or make Kagome or Kikyo his woman), Shippou (full demon who likes to draw with these 'crayons' Kagome brings us), Kagome (reincarnation of Inyuasha's priestess friend, Kikyo, who lives in modern day something or other who brings us nice things, like Ramen), and Sango (who is, might I add, the loveliest... addition to our party, and also the most lonely, but I could fix that )... hehe.
Perhaps I should also explain to you why I am so devilishly handsome. I have a flawless complexion, smooth pale skin that would make the moon turn green with envy, sleek black locks that form the smallest of ponytails at the nape of my neck, big blue eyes that are always twinkling with mischief that can also turn a soulful dark blue if I'm so inclined, and the fact that I'm taller than Inuyasha. Not very women really like short men, for you information.
Still, my hands aren't very smooth, with the digging of graves and knocking demons unconscious with my staff, which doesn't help my hands at all. I do have very slender and nice looking fingers. At least, I'd like to think so. Besides, calloused hands are fashionable now, are they not?
But, even with all of my perfections, I still have not managed to procure a woman who would be willing to bear my child. And why not? It's not like I'm Inuyasha, with a bad temper and fangs. Or claws. Though I suppose I do have something worse, but I don't feel like talking about it.
Even if I do have a horrendous gaping vacuum in the palm of my hand, it's not like I want it there. In fact, I need to create an heir because of the very reason, but I don't want to talk about that. Not yet anyway.
Besides, Kagome and Inuyasha are fighting again, which means today will be a relatively peaceful day today. It is my duty as a monk who believes profoundly in peace and the well being of others to go and gloat that I have no real women troubles while Inyuasha has more than a hand full, but no woman.
Green Tree Day (Noon)
Not much to report except a minor demon encounter. Did I mention how much I love those? It's always a good way to sneak a peek or two of Sango at her best. Lovely chocolate brown eyes narrowed in concentration, raven black hair pulled in a stylish ponytail, and did I mention her demon exterminating suit? Though I don't mind the innocent village girl look she has, the demon exterminating suit is one short step away from total leather dominatrix. Very fetching, very nice. Of course, when I point this out to Sango, she only rolls her eyes at me and tries to hide her smile.
Note to self: Get Sango to smile more often without having to say something particularly perverted that is usually accompanied by a painful slap. Still, I suppose any physical contact is better than none. Besides, I have a feeling Sango's hits are her way of displaying affection.
Currently, we are resting. Or rather, me, Shippou, Kirara, and Sango are resting. Kagome is studying for another one of those awful things she refers to as 'exams'. It seems that she frequently has one of those and in my opinion, I think that her 'teachers' should just do her a favor and bite her head off. It seems as effective as those tests and much more quick and painless. Poor Kagome.
And Inuyasha, who is in a foul mood since Kagome refused to let him do something or other, is perched in a tree, scouring the expanse of land with his gold eyes. Of course, Inuyasha is always doing something like this, for he hates to be caught off guard and always likes to know something before we do. Another one of his quirks of his being half-demon, but he forgets that Sango or I usually sense something just as soon as his nose does. Oh well, I suppose he needs something to make him feel better after Kagome and his frequent lover's fights. Not that I would ever tell him that of course. I would like to keep my body intact.
"Hey Miroku," Shippou is jabbering, waving his crayons in the air, "can I borrow your notebook?" I frown huffily at him, not sure if I trust him with this. Already I have put down some of my thoughts and am a bit attached to it. Though only a tinge. As much as I know Shippou would leave the pages I have written on alone, I would not like to get my journal back only to find it has pictures of Kagome in a cat outfit or something. As interesting as that would be, Inuyasha would have my head and wouldn't piece together it is Shippou's creative spirit, not my perverted imagination.
I tear out a page to satisfy him, when I notice Sango is looking at me, her gaze sad. I want to say something, anything to get her to smile, but I can't seem to think of anything. She's not really looking at me anyway, but rather, I'm in the place that her eyes are resting. I wonder what she's thinking about, but I won't ask. Sango respects my privacy, and I do the same. Except for maybe her personal bubble.
I smile and wave at her, and she snaps back to reality, looking a bit annoyed at me, but it's better than her sad expression. Her melancholy gaze never fails to get me a bit distressed.
Even if Sango isn't as cheerful as Shippou or loud as Kagome, one can always tell when she's feeling unhappy. Her usually blank mask cracks for just a moment and her eyes become a well of shimmering sadness. It's enough to break anyone's heart, if they care to gaze upon her then.
She notices that I'm still looking at her, and she inclines her head in a sort of half nod half shake that means she's fine. How strange that even though we rarely talk to each other about the meaning of our lives and such, I can almost understand her perfectly. Well, the side she chooses to show. The calm, cool, collected Sango who won't let anyone get in her way and is stronger than anyone I know in terms of will.
Think I'll close now. Perhaps I can cheer up Sango and get something in return. Something other than a slap.