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Also, this is a yaoi so beware to those who don't like to read yaoi! Also! There is a bit of rape in the later chapters, and there are SPOILERS to the actual anime itself, especially the end so Please! Please! Beware of spoilers!
Everyone believed that once the evil of the demon Naraku and the Shikon Jewel were destroyed, that life would be calm and peaceful. Inu Yasha even waited patiently for the day that the well would open up and Kagome would return to him, but alas, it had been two years and Inu Yasha was getting wary that he'd never see her again. And while Inu Yasha waited, Miroku and Sango were talking about the future. They talked of marriage and children, and even of owning their own home but Sango was worried of shutting Inu Yasha out of their plans for fear that his loneliness would get the best of him, so they decided to wait a little while longer. It seemed that things in the Feudal Era were moving forward in a much happier light, unknowing of the darkness to come.
"Inu Yasha! Inu Yasha? Where are you?"
Yellow eyes peeked open as a light breeze fluttered over pale skin. He'd fallen asleep atop of the grassy mound he'd spend most of his days away on, meditating, thinking. He'd been out much later tonight and fallen asleep under the stars, wondering if Kagome were looking at them too.
"There you are." Sango stood above him, hands on her hips and a frown on her face that looked comical when upside down to Inu Yasha. He smiled and rolled over, getting up slowly from the cold that had seeped into his bones. "Are you alright?" She asked, worry lines forming on her brow.
He shrugged. "Of course. Just fell asleep. What did you want?" He yawned, scratching a small spot behind his ear.
Sango took a moment to look the hanyou over. His clothes were a mess, disheveled and unwashed. His hair was so unruly and tangled that he had all types of grass, twigs, and weeds in it. She could see that he was a mess; that he'd been getting worse this past year alone. She eyed him up and down but chose not to comment. "Dinner's been ready for a while now. Come and eat before it gets cold."
Nodding, he picked up his trusty Tetsusaiga, and headed on down the grassy mound. He could feel his stomach growling in protest to his tiny fast, which really was just Inu Yasha forgetting to eat anything all day. He knew he was hungry but he was really only eating to keep up what little appearances he could these days. Despite what his friends knew and saw, Inu Yasha felt pretty confident that others only saw his tough exterior and never knew that there lay a hole of depression deep within his chest. So much was unappealing these days but his pride to be the best still shone when there was a demon to fight and trouble afoot.
Dinner seemed to drag on, an awkward silence forming like a giant bubble between Inu Yasha, Miroku, Sango, and Shippo. Kirara lay in the background, rolled up in a tiny ball, purring away in her slumber, warmed by the small fire in the center of the small shack.
Inu Yasha pushed his food around the bowl with his chopsticks, deep in a memory of eating odd meals from Kagome's time with her seated next to him, explaining what everything was. He was so lost in thought that he began to stare intensely at the fire, watching the flames crackle beneath the iron pot that held their dinner. Everyone else had eventually stopped eating, watching their half-demon companion.
"Inu-"
"Shippo, go bring our leftovers to Lady Kaede." Miroku helped shovel the rest of the food in the pot into a small bowl and handed it to Shippo.
"But-"
Sango smiled and walked with Shippo to the door. "I'll go with you so you won't be alone." Shippo continued to protest down the pathway to their old friend's home. All the while, Inu Yasha was still watching the fire dance.
Miroku cleaned up a bit around the shack before sitting next to Inu Yasha. He nudged the others' shoulder with his own, causing the half-breed to stir and blink away the dark spots that formed in his vision from the bright light. "Sorry…" He set his bowl down next to himself and looked around. "Where are Sango and Shippo?"
Miroku nodded to the door. "They went to visit Lady Kaede." He sighed. "Yanno, we're all pretty worried about you."
Inu Yasha shrugged. "I don't see why-"
"Oh come on, you know why, Inu Yasha."
They sat in silence for a few moments before Inu Yasha shifted to an easier sitting position, causing Kirara to stir and yawn before snuggling back up into a tiny ball in the corner.
"I miss her." Was all he said. He didn't need to explain himself, not to Miroku. They'd been through hell and back together, they all had.
"I know. We all do." Sighing once more, he stood and took the last bowl to be washed. Inu Yasha watched him and got up when his raven haired friend headed on out to fill up a bucket with water. Following behind Miroku in silence, he took a moment to contemplate that he wasn't the only one suffering the loss of Kagome.
He caught up to Miroku. "I can't think you'd be missing Kagome as much me. At least you have Sango."
The words lingered in the air for abit, giving the boys time to make it to a nearby river. The crickets were out chirping among the fields, playing a lovely song. It had started to get colder with fall on the way. Most of the trees they passed were turning brown, orange, and red; ready to fall with a slight whisper from the wind. When they had reached the river, Miroku rolled up his sleeves, stopping to stare at his right hand that now lay uncovered and would be for the rest of his life. Clenching his fist and shaking thoughts of the past away, he set out to wash the dishes, listening to Inu Yasha settle down in a grassy spot near him. "Sango decided we should wait just a little while longer on our plans."
Inu Yasha cocked a darkened brow, his yellows eyes brightly burning in the moonlit dark of the night. "She having second thoughts?"
He nodded. "She's worried about you so she thinks it's best if we wait so that we don't leave you behind."
Lying back on the grass, Inu Yasha rested his heads on his arms. He stared at the stars for a while and sighed. "Way to make me feel guilty."
"I'm not trying to make you feel guilty. It's just a fact." Once he'd finished washing the last dish, he packed all the rest back in the bucket and sat back comfortably. "At least that's what was decided in the beginning. I'm finding it hard to imagine a life with her at all anymore." When he saw Inu Yasha stir to sit up, he shook his head and smiled. "It's alright. None of it is your fault really. Sometimes people just fade apart from each other."
At this, Inu Yasha did spring up. "But not you guys! You two were supposed to be together. Kagome and I are separated by time, you guys are as close as close can get."
"Why do you care?" Miroku shot a quizzical look towards the other.
Inu Yasha flushed a bit and lay back down. "I don't…I'm just saying…"
Miroku joined him and lay back on the grass to stare up at the sky. "Hm." Time passed between the two as they lay watching the sky pass overhead. A chill had set in the wind that blew softly at the blades of grass. Miroku yawned and sat up, turning to his companion. "Let's get back. We need some slee-oh." Inu Yasha lay sleeping, a peaceful look on his face. At least the half breed wasn't losing any sleep, so Miroku grabbed the bucket of dishes and headed back to the shack. He didn't want to disturb Inu Yasha and knew he'd be better sleeping outside than indoors.
Sango and Shippo were awaiting Miroku back at the shack. Shippo was fast asleep curled up next to Kirara but Sango was sitting up, staring at the fire in the middle of the room. She looked up when Miroku entered and smiled. "Is everything okay?" She was tired, he could tell just by looking at the dark circles forming beneath her eyes. She'd been just as worried about Inu Yasha as Inu Yasha had of ever seeing Kagome again. Miroku nodded and set down the bucket of clean bowls. "Yeah, he's sleeping down by the river. I didn't want to wake him." He glanced at Sango. "Are -you- okay?"
She smiled and nodded, bringing out a mat to sleep on. "Were you going to be up much longer?"
Miroku was exhausted. That day he'd managed to wrangle five barrels of rice from a neighboring village and had to lug it all home on a cart by himself. He weighed the prospect of falling asleep next to Sango for a good night's rest but his heart just wasn't in it anymore. "Yeah, you go ahead and sleep. I'll be there shortly." He lied to her. He'd been doing that a lot lately.
She nodded slowly and put out the fire before settling into her covers. She turned to face the wall and shut her eyes, welcoming sleep shortly after. Miroku sat and stared out the small window the shack had. He shut his eyes briefly, chasing a memory, many memories, of wanting to do nothing but lay with Sango, pursue her until she agreed to live with him for however long his lifespan was back in the days of Naraku, and bare many of his children.
He opened his eyes and looked back at her sleeping form, the moonlight shining through the shape of the window. He'd waited so long and now…now what? He'd gotten what he wanted, a longer lifespan, a beautiful bride-to-be, a chance to be happy. He'd fully agreed to wait with Sango, agreed that it'd be better to help Inu Yasha over his grief but he'd also grown impatient to start a life of his own. He'd waited so long that he had already started falling out of love with the supposed woman of his dreams.
Sighing once more, he scooted to the corner of the shack and leaned against it, sitting comfortably next to his staff that sat against the wall as well. He watched Kirara and Shippo sleeping soundly and fell into his own rhythmic sleep soon after.