Hello! I have had this idea in my head for a while but I've been a bit
sidetracked with my other stories. I don't think I can update this story
everyday or every other day like I do my others, but hey at least it'll get
my conscience to stop nagging me. Hop you like. Plz review.
Ch.1 Remembering Home
" Father, NO!" a young Miroku yelled.
Miroku looks on in terror as his father's kazaana grows second by second.
" Miroku, stay back!" his father demands.
Miroku's godfather grabs Miroku.
" Miroku, you can't help him now." He says. He has to try harder each moment to hold back the panicked boy.
" I should at least try!" Miroku yells at him. Miroku turns his attention back to his father. He was now screaming in agony. The wind from the tunnel grows stronger.
" AAAH!" he shrieks loudly.
A strong gust of wind creates an unmoving tornado. The wind stops, and where the man once stood is a deep hole. His father is no where to be found.
" Father, stop joking. You can come out now." Miroku chokes. No reply is heard.
" His fate was etched in stone to be this way. It was the curse of Naraku. Nothing we could do help him." His godfather looks down to the crying Miroku. Miroku is on his knees beating the ground unmercifully. " The only thing we can do in the future is slay Naraku, but that is easier said than done."
" I swear on my father's and grandfather's name that I will kill Naraku with my own two hands." Miroku says venomously. " I swear it. I swear it."
Miroku pulls his accursed hand into a tight fist.
" You can mark my words. I will get you, Naraku! I WILL GET YOU!" Miroku yells as a curse. " NARAKU!"
Hut
Miroku sits up panting heavily in a cold sweat.
" Curse!" Miroku pounds the ground. " Can't I get one peaceful night's sleep?"
Miroku finally takes time to observe his surroundings. The sun hasn't even risen yet. The early morning darkness is silent except for the chirping of early birds.
" I'm even up before Inuyasha." Miroku complains weakly. He sees Inuyasha leaning against the wall with the Tetsusaiga in his arms.
' How can he bear to sleep like that? I sleep on the floor and wake before the sun. Where as he sleeps sitting up and has decent rest every night. I will die of exhaustion or stress, not of the wind tunnel." Miroku says quietly to himself.
" I feel that a walk might do me some good." Miroku suggests to himself. Miroku grabs his staff, and walks slowly out of the hut.
Miroku walks for many minutes watching the waking nature around him. The birds climbing out of their nests then stretching out their wings. He sees the sun slowly rise above the horizon; lighting the landscape inch by inch.
' I bet the others will be awakening soon.' Miroku reasons and starts back.
Hut
" Inuyasha, do you know where Miroku went?" Kagome asks.
" Why would I know?" Inuyasha barks.
" It was just a question. Could you overreact some more?" Kagome whispers sarcastically.
" What was that?" Inuyasha snaps.
" Inuyasha, not this early." Shippo mutters while wiping his eyes.
" What's that supposed to mean?" Inuyasha barks again.
" I see everyone has awoken." Miroku states coming in through the door.
" Hoishi-sama, where go?" Sango asks curiously.
Miroku grabs Sango's hand.
" Were you worried my dear Sango?" Miroku asks.
Sango turns a shade of red and slaps Miroku.
" Hentai!" Sango yells.
Miroku whirls around dizzily.
" Could you just say no next time?" asks Miroku incoherently.
Miroku then sits from his dizziness.
" So does that mean you weren't worried?" Miroku asks only to get a bump on his head; courteously from Sango's hiraikotsu.
" When will Miroku learn?" Shippo asks no one inparticular.
Miles Away
A blonde- haired boy walks down a dirt path. He wears the clothes of a field worker. His blue eyes are dark and show obvious drowsiness. He wears a glove solely on his right hand. He limps along slowly. He looks very thin.
" Miroku.........Miroku........." he mutters quietly to himself. " You're probably enjoying yourself, aren't you?"
A demon launches out of the bushes. The boy seems not scared by the demon. He turns slowly toward the demon. He removes his glove, and a strong gust of wind blows the demon away.
" Foolish, insolent pest. I need not your bothersome antics." His voice is rough and hard, as if has not spoken in years.
He carries on once he covers his hand again.
" Miroku......you......will......pay."
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Love and Peace! ~_^ ^_^
Ch.1 Remembering Home
" Father, NO!" a young Miroku yelled.
Miroku looks on in terror as his father's kazaana grows second by second.
" Miroku, stay back!" his father demands.
Miroku's godfather grabs Miroku.
" Miroku, you can't help him now." He says. He has to try harder each moment to hold back the panicked boy.
" I should at least try!" Miroku yells at him. Miroku turns his attention back to his father. He was now screaming in agony. The wind from the tunnel grows stronger.
" AAAH!" he shrieks loudly.
A strong gust of wind creates an unmoving tornado. The wind stops, and where the man once stood is a deep hole. His father is no where to be found.
" Father, stop joking. You can come out now." Miroku chokes. No reply is heard.
" His fate was etched in stone to be this way. It was the curse of Naraku. Nothing we could do help him." His godfather looks down to the crying Miroku. Miroku is on his knees beating the ground unmercifully. " The only thing we can do in the future is slay Naraku, but that is easier said than done."
" I swear on my father's and grandfather's name that I will kill Naraku with my own two hands." Miroku says venomously. " I swear it. I swear it."
Miroku pulls his accursed hand into a tight fist.
" You can mark my words. I will get you, Naraku! I WILL GET YOU!" Miroku yells as a curse. " NARAKU!"
Hut
Miroku sits up panting heavily in a cold sweat.
" Curse!" Miroku pounds the ground. " Can't I get one peaceful night's sleep?"
Miroku finally takes time to observe his surroundings. The sun hasn't even risen yet. The early morning darkness is silent except for the chirping of early birds.
" I'm even up before Inuyasha." Miroku complains weakly. He sees Inuyasha leaning against the wall with the Tetsusaiga in his arms.
' How can he bear to sleep like that? I sleep on the floor and wake before the sun. Where as he sleeps sitting up and has decent rest every night. I will die of exhaustion or stress, not of the wind tunnel." Miroku says quietly to himself.
" I feel that a walk might do me some good." Miroku suggests to himself. Miroku grabs his staff, and walks slowly out of the hut.
Miroku walks for many minutes watching the waking nature around him. The birds climbing out of their nests then stretching out their wings. He sees the sun slowly rise above the horizon; lighting the landscape inch by inch.
' I bet the others will be awakening soon.' Miroku reasons and starts back.
Hut
" Inuyasha, do you know where Miroku went?" Kagome asks.
" Why would I know?" Inuyasha barks.
" It was just a question. Could you overreact some more?" Kagome whispers sarcastically.
" What was that?" Inuyasha snaps.
" Inuyasha, not this early." Shippo mutters while wiping his eyes.
" What's that supposed to mean?" Inuyasha barks again.
" I see everyone has awoken." Miroku states coming in through the door.
" Hoishi-sama, where go?" Sango asks curiously.
Miroku grabs Sango's hand.
" Were you worried my dear Sango?" Miroku asks.
Sango turns a shade of red and slaps Miroku.
" Hentai!" Sango yells.
Miroku whirls around dizzily.
" Could you just say no next time?" asks Miroku incoherently.
Miroku then sits from his dizziness.
" So does that mean you weren't worried?" Miroku asks only to get a bump on his head; courteously from Sango's hiraikotsu.
" When will Miroku learn?" Shippo asks no one inparticular.
Miles Away
A blonde- haired boy walks down a dirt path. He wears the clothes of a field worker. His blue eyes are dark and show obvious drowsiness. He wears a glove solely on his right hand. He limps along slowly. He looks very thin.
" Miroku.........Miroku........." he mutters quietly to himself. " You're probably enjoying yourself, aren't you?"
A demon launches out of the bushes. The boy seems not scared by the demon. He turns slowly toward the demon. He removes his glove, and a strong gust of wind blows the demon away.
" Foolish, insolent pest. I need not your bothersome antics." His voice is rough and hard, as if has not spoken in years.
He carries on once he covers his hand again.
" Miroku......you......will......pay."
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Love and Peace! ~_^ ^_^
