Naraku's dead, but where is she?

I had seen her, she was sent flying by one of his root things.

I ran towards the direction she was sent and found her on the ground, bleeding from a rip in her stomach.

"Miroku…"she said when I got to her.

"Sango…"

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

SLAM!

I threw the covers off of me and walked into the bathroom.

I splashed my face with cold water and looked in the mirror.

I went into my room and got some clothes to get dressed.

I figured out along time ago that I was psychic. I always had dreams like these and they usually came true. This was a bit of something that got me in with the right people.

"Houshi, you had better open this door!" a female voice shouted from outside my bedroom door.

It also got me in with people who currently wanna kill me, but that isn't due to my psyche. It was mostly due to my wandering hands.

Unfortunately, dreams like the one I had just had were gateways to my past. I was a marked man. I had been for a year. I told Kagome Higurashi to stay away from the well house at her family shrine.

That was two weeks before her fifteenth birthday. Two weeks is how long it takes for my predictions, my vision, my premonitions, if you will, to come true.

She had been gone from school a lot since then, not that my ever-so-caring roommate cared.

Just because they were friends in the past doesn't mean they have to be friends now; at least not for a while.

Miroku, please be okay… I heard her voice in my head. I had a connection with Sango in my head; she had a touch of telepathy, but only with me, and only because of our past together.

I'm fine Sango, just another bad dream. I reassured her mentally.

You have too many of those… She replied calmly, though he heard a soft THUNK of relief as her head hit the door.

I turned on the shower with a small chuckle.

I'm fine, don't worry, it's just one of those things.

Whatever…

I finished my shower, dressed, combed out my hair, and then went into the kitchen.

Sango was at the table just finishing a bowl of cereal. She smiled reassuringly when she saw me and I smiled back.

I grabbed a bowl and fixed some cereal for myself.

"InuYasha's back." I said suddenly. InuYasha was like our step father. He took us in, not as family but as a guardian, when our parents died. Mine when I was six, Sango's when she was twelve. We're both sixteen now, same age as Kagome.

I finished my bowl, put mine and Sango's in the sink, washed them, put them in the dish washer, and then got my skateboard.

"Later you two, Sango, stay out of trouble!" I called behind me as I left, picking up my backpack.

"Don't forget, we have plans later!" Sango called back.

I waved back saying I understood, dropped my board and rolled off in the direction of an unset destination.

I am Houshi Miroku, and I didn't know that my life was about to change that day, and that I would finally find a meaning in those insane dreams I'd been having.