Air Rip Worries
This fic takes place after Miroku's Air Rip widens, and he goes to his old master [can't remember his name at the moment] to get it fixed. This musing occurs while he is hiding inside his father's grave.
::Miroku's POV::
I sit here waiting for the end, and I can't help but feel mixed emotions. The first is of relief. For it seems like my mind will finally be relieved of it's never-ending stress. There is not a day that goes by where I do not that it will be my last day. The day I am swallowed into oblivion. My tortured mind can not take much more of it, and I fear of cracking and attacking my own friends. Ahh, my friends. They are of course, the cause of my second feelings. I do not want to leave this world, for it will mean me leaving them. I don't think I can stand idea. Shippo, the cheerful little kitsune, Kagome, the glue that keeps this group together, Inu-yasha, the... *pause* Well he does seem to love Kagome a lot...Ah! The protector of the group!! Phew, afraid I would not be able to find a compliment for him. And the last person of the group, but certainly not least, Sango. Sango, I can not explain in mere words. She is the main reason I do not want to leave this plane of existence. I am in love, and she at least tolerates me, so that is enough. As I sit in this grave, I can't help but think of my father. He... Ugh!! My energy is gone, and I can no longer keep up the barrier... And here come the youkai. Oh well, I've lived a good life, I've learned to love. I close my eyes in wait for death, but a white light interrupts my prayers... oh bother. But I open my eyes and find the youkai dead. Through the smoke a figure crouches. "You really are an idiot," An irritated voice rasps out. I laugh. My friends have come to my rescue. I guess I'll just have to live with more Air Rip Worries...
*Authors Note* Milantha: *blinkblink* That sorta turned into a comedy there...
Miroku: What's the big idea, turning my near death into some sorta joke?!
Milantha: Ummmmmm... Sorry, but I sorta have trouble making serious fics... even my few pure romance fics have some sort off comedy in them...
Miroku:! But you're planning a Sesshou-maru Pity fic too right?
Milantha: Not any more!
Miroku: Why?
Milantha: 'Cuz there's no way to make a comedy that includes Sesshou-maru in it… he'd keep on screwing everything up!
Miroku: *sweatdrop* Right…
This fic takes place after Miroku's Air Rip widens, and he goes to his old master [can't remember his name at the moment] to get it fixed. This musing occurs while he is hiding inside his father's grave.
::Miroku's POV::
I sit here waiting for the end, and I can't help but feel mixed emotions. The first is of relief. For it seems like my mind will finally be relieved of it's never-ending stress. There is not a day that goes by where I do not that it will be my last day. The day I am swallowed into oblivion. My tortured mind can not take much more of it, and I fear of cracking and attacking my own friends. Ahh, my friends. They are of course, the cause of my second feelings. I do not want to leave this world, for it will mean me leaving them. I don't think I can stand idea. Shippo, the cheerful little kitsune, Kagome, the glue that keeps this group together, Inu-yasha, the... *pause* Well he does seem to love Kagome a lot...Ah! The protector of the group!! Phew, afraid I would not be able to find a compliment for him. And the last person of the group, but certainly not least, Sango. Sango, I can not explain in mere words. She is the main reason I do not want to leave this plane of existence. I am in love, and she at least tolerates me, so that is enough. As I sit in this grave, I can't help but think of my father. He... Ugh!! My energy is gone, and I can no longer keep up the barrier... And here come the youkai. Oh well, I've lived a good life, I've learned to love. I close my eyes in wait for death, but a white light interrupts my prayers... oh bother. But I open my eyes and find the youkai dead. Through the smoke a figure crouches. "You really are an idiot," An irritated voice rasps out. I laugh. My friends have come to my rescue. I guess I'll just have to live with more Air Rip Worries...
*Authors Note* Milantha: *blinkblink* That sorta turned into a comedy there...
Miroku: What's the big idea, turning my near death into some sorta joke?!
Milantha: Ummmmmm... Sorry, but I sorta have trouble making serious fics... even my few pure romance fics have some sort off comedy in them...
Miroku:! But you're planning a Sesshou-maru Pity fic too right?
Milantha: Not any more!
Miroku: Why?
Milantha: 'Cuz there's no way to make a comedy that includes Sesshou-maru in it… he'd keep on screwing everything up!
Miroku: *sweatdrop* Right…