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He stood staring at the sea... He knew that he used to love the view of the sea. But now all he could see was water, and sand, and gray clouds hanging over. He hadn't really been able to see beauty for a while now. Not since...
"Houshi-sama..." Spoke the soft voice of the taiji-ya from behind him. He looked over his shoulder. There she was.. What had once been radiant beauty to him, was now just a face, same as his own. Slanted eyes, nose, mouth.. Nothing special... It angered him that his appreciation for this sight had faded, but he knew it wasn't her fault.. It was his own.
"The others are eating now.. Do you want to join us?" Her eyes looked hopeful, though he couldn't see it.
"Certainly Sango.. If they don't mind me being there." He walked to her, putting his arms around her, dropping a kiss to her temple. He felt her flinch at the touch of his lips.. He had to admit,Sango was getting better at hiding them. He had barely felt that one. She had enjoyed his touch at one time... Before that had happened...
"Let's go, Houshi-sama." She gave a smile, but he still could feel no reaction to it.. She slipped her hand into his, leading him away.
Behind him, his shindamachu followed, slipping along like silent shadows, carrying souls of dead sailors from the nearby shipwreck to their master.
Author's Notes:
Shindamachu- Soulstealers. The things that follow Kikyo around after she comes back to life (or unlife however you want to look at it.)
Miroku has a set of them in this fic.. If you can't figure out why just yet... Come back and read the other chapters.
Houshi-sama- Sango's name for Miroku. Its an honorific title meaning "Lord Monk". Its a very formal title but she seems to have fallen into the habit of calling him that.
He stood staring at the sea... He knew that he used to love the view of the sea. But now all he could see was water, and sand, and gray clouds hanging over. He hadn't really been able to see beauty for a while now. Not since...
"Houshi-sama..." Spoke the soft voice of the taiji-ya from behind him. He looked over his shoulder. There she was.. What had once been radiant beauty to him, was now just a face, same as his own. Slanted eyes, nose, mouth.. Nothing special... It angered him that his appreciation for this sight had faded, but he knew it wasn't her fault.. It was his own.
"The others are eating now.. Do you want to join us?" Her eyes looked hopeful, though he couldn't see it.
"Certainly Sango.. If they don't mind me being there." He walked to her, putting his arms around her, dropping a kiss to her temple. He felt her flinch at the touch of his lips.. He had to admit,Sango was getting better at hiding them. He had barely felt that one. She had enjoyed his touch at one time... Before that had happened...
"Let's go, Houshi-sama." She gave a smile, but he still could feel no reaction to it.. She slipped her hand into his, leading him away.
Behind him, his shindamachu followed, slipping along like silent shadows, carrying souls of dead sailors from the nearby shipwreck to their master.
Author's Notes:
Shindamachu- Soulstealers. The things that follow Kikyo around after she comes back to life (or unlife however you want to look at it.)
Miroku has a set of them in this fic.. If you can't figure out why just yet... Come back and read the other chapters.
Houshi-sama- Sango's name for Miroku. Its an honorific title meaning "Lord Monk". Its a very formal title but she seems to have fallen into the habit of calling him that.