Somewhere In Time
Disclaimer: Inuyasha is owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Sunrise Productions and Shogakukan Inc and Sunrise...blah, blah, blah...(more crap)...blah, blah...and Miroku belongs to Sango and vice versa. I do not claim Inuyasha, its anime & manga, for myself nor I plan to do so, so don't start with me! Why would I want to steal their characters, Miroku would surely be mad at me if I steal Sango from her...
AN: I really don't know how to put it, well it's basically boy meets girl, boy touches girl, girl slaps boy kind of thing, of course with some complications, twists and occasional laughter. I've tried to capture as much anime Miroku-ness & Sango-ness into their fic counterparts and added a few emotions & traits you wouldn't expect in the anime, so watch out for those. Lemon? Maybe lime for some "touchy" scenes, but no more than that. I suck at lemons anyway. The overall pacing is rather just right, with occasional slow-downs; it's to build up their relationship in a realistic sense of time, not too fast or too slow.
Additional Comments: Each chapter varies in length. One chapter may be short; the next one might be a lot longer than the first, then the following chapter can be average in length. I can't actually predict each chapter's length, so bear with me. Some chapters just have more action happening in them than others, thus the varying lengths.
Why the long fic? Well, I'm an unpredictable writer, and for me I usually don't write more than one fic for each character in the same anime, so probably this is the only Sango x Miroku fic I'm going to write, but even though, I've put everything Sango & Miroku on this single fic, so I'll make this one count for all of their fans out there
Yeah, yeah, so there are a lot of Sango x Miroku fics out there, but it wouldn't hurt adding just one more to the growing library...P Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading. For those still ignorant or just new to this very wonderful series, I've added a mini-dictionary for those hard-to-understand or just too-lazy-too-understand terms used in the fic.
TERMS:
hiraikotsu – "flying bone"; Sango's primary weapon, a huge boomerang
taijiya – a demon hunter/huntress
Tetsusaiga – pronounced as "tesayga", sword wielded by Inuyasha; made from the fang of his father, later from his own fang, can eradicate hordes of demons in one swing with the Kaze no Kizu (wound of the wind)
kazaana – air rip, a hole found in Miroku's left hand, a curse he got from his father made by Naraku. Can suck everything into it.
shakujou – the staff of Miroku
houshi – title given to a low-ranked monk
hanyou – a half-demon
yukata – a simple cloth or kimono
PROLOGUE Painful Solitude
The heavens began its solemn dance of colors once more. From a mix of deep red and crimson, the skies slowly turned to dull composite of dark violet and grey and then changing once more to display more shades of grey and dark blue before finally ending its celestial waltz with a final shift of hues to pure ebony and dark grey. The winds seemed to have joined heaven's dance and had started its own. A fierce gale began lashing the countryside as the deafening roar of thunder intertwined with the howl of the mighty wind. A storm was clearly evident, with massive dark clouds looming overhead. Thunder clapped once again, followed by the sharp wail of the gale, ending in a unison rustling of leaves. Slowly, rain started pouring. Soon, the sound of the rain joined the thunder and the wind, creating a disharmonious orchestra. Flashes of lightning interspersed throughout the darkened skies as the orchestra continued its encore.
He didn't mind after all. The chaos surrounding him. The noise, the wind, the rain...it didn't matter to him at all. He didn't feel the wetness as the continuous torrent of rain poured down on his robes. Nor the cold that enveloped his body and seeped through his skin onto his bones. He was in a deep state of trance. He gazed at his right hand, covered in a purple cloth bound by beads. He knew the horror lying beneath. He stared for a few more seconds before finally clenching his cursed fist. A trace of worry and anguish marred his face.
Someday I'll I die...anytime I can die...by my own hands...
A burst of memories flashed through his mind. That very faithful day haunted him once more. He awoke to the screams of his mother, unaware that she was already being swallowed up by his own father's cursed hand. How he wished he had the powerful legs he now possessed. He was little back then, and with tiny and feeble legs, he strutted hastily but to no avail. It was too late. His father was running outside their house. He tried to follow him, but Mushin's arms restricted his tiny body. He could clearly remember as he screamed 'Father!', and in a spur of the moment, a powerful vortex opened up and his father was no more.
Beads of sweat dropped down from his temple. He didn't even seem to have noticed, as he was already soaking wet. He gazed upon his hand again then quickly clenched it and punched it against the trunk of the massive tree where he was standing next to, from whence his young hanyou friend had been awakened. He punched it once more, this time with more force. The tree stood still and remained quiet. It was hard to tell whether he had felt the pain in punching such a massive behemoth or he was just feeling pathetic for himself for his face was torn in agony and remorse.
The rain had stopped, but the sorrow is yet to end.
He looked on towards the dimly lit huts some distance from him. Kaede's village was very near from where he was standing from, but as waves of thoughts and bitter memories crashed inside his head, it seemed like a distant place, a shimmering star slowly withdrawing its light as the nocturne heavens swallow it all...