Bipolar
Prologue
We had to have been searching for at least six hours at that point. All of us were tired, hungry and wanted to go home and rest. No one would though. There was no giving up. Groups of police officers split up and had gone in different directions. I sat on a rock to take a small break while stretching my back, then Miroku flopped down next to me, releasing a long aggravated sigh. When I looked into his eyes I saw the sadness and remorse for his friend. I knew it too well because I also held the same painful emotions. Knots were placed at the pit of my stomach, grinding and tearing up my insides, and my heart held a constant pace. It was beating fast, as it had been all night, and I'm pretty sure Miroku could hear it. I thought it was going to explode from my chest and fall on the ground. The pain, the anguish, and the guilt of everything that had happened were slowly eating away at me. Bit by bit they would devour my soul until there was nothing left. I stood up and coughed a little as I spoke,
"Lets get moving, we shouldn't be wasting any time sitting here wallowing in our thoughts."
"Which way do you want to go?" Miroku's once happy go lucky nature had all but vanished. His voice was monotonous and dark.
"Down stream. The others are already a few miles up and will be working their way down from there. We will find him." I had to give Miroku some hope, something to hang on to.
We set off again, walking by the river with our large flashlights shining here and there, looking for any movement. Every time something would rustle in the bushes along the riverbank, my heart would jump and my head would spin in the direction of the sound followed by our flashlights aiming at the disturbance. Each time it would always be some small rodent, or a bat. At one point a few bats flew out of a tree and hit Miroku square in the face, knocking him off balance and then into the river. Under any other circumstance I would be laughing my ass off, but not this time. No, something just didn't want me to be happy inside or feel warm for even a moment. My face was still, unmoving, sad, and in pain. I didn't laugh, hell I didn't even smirk at the incident. I simply helped him out of the water. He was lucky enough to only have the top half of him soaked. He took of his sweater and then his shirt, throwing them on the ground and grunting.
"If you want to get back to your house to change that's fine."
"Theres no way I'm going anywhere. We move on, no matter what. I'll be fine."
"Here, you'll freeze without at least a shirt on."
Miroku took my jacket, mumbled his gratitude, and then we moved on. He was right though; there was no giving up. It had been our duty to protect him, we were responsible for him. Even if our hearts gave out, the guilt and regret would be enough to push us forward. We had to find him, and he had to be alive. Deep down we both knew the chances of him being alive were slim to none and at the same time neither of us could admit nor accept the possibility. It had to be just as hard for Miroku; they had been best friends practically since they were born. Miroku was always there for him, just as I was. This time however, neither of us were there to protect him. We both new we were to blame and that fact was killing us. I looked into Miroku's eyes and they were dull, still and void of emotion. He walked in defeat, ready to collapse at any moment. When his gaze met mine, I saw a small spark of hope. That just maybe, maybe we would make it out of this.
The cold January breeze had turned into a harsh winter wind and had begun to take a toll on our bodies. I almost regretted handing away my jacket so willingly, but I couldn't have Miroku dying of frostbite. Enough turmoil and pain were already digging at my conscience. The wind began to whip at our faces and it was getting harder to keep our eyes open. Just to make matters worse, I saw a small snowflake float down and land on my arm.
Snow began to slowly blanket the ground at our feet. Another hour had passed since the small storm had started. We were frozen, battered, and nearly broken as we marched through the snow that was now at our ankles. If there was any shot of his survival then we would need to find him within the next hour. By now we assumed that the police were no longer searching. The sound of the helicopters in the distance had faded into the cold night after the storm hit. It was getting worse by the minute and we both knew it. As we made our way through the blizzard we were lucky enough to come across an overpass. Hiding under the giant structure for warmth I cupped my hands and blew into them, hoping to get the blood flowing back through my hands and arms.
I began to think back, reminisce about the past. All of the good times before that one fateful day. We all used to be so happy. Everything in life was fun and carefree. I could see us running in the woods, or playing down by the lake. Fishing and sailing in the cool water. We could all stay on that boat for days and never get bored. I could still feel the warmth of the summer winds that gently blew in my face. Then I thought of that day... that horrible day that changed our lives forever. The comforting warmth had left and I could still smell the smoke, feel the heat, and see the devastating flames that engulfed our happy world. Suddenly I felt cold again and began to shake. I turned to Miroku and then my eyes went wide.
"What is it?"
Without answering his question I jumped up from my position and ran to the body that lay on the other side of the water. I rolled the body over as Miroku ran to my side. It was him; it was my brother... Inuyasha.
A/N: This aint the best, but it's something. I wanted to get something out there so anyone that was in fact reading my other story will know that I am in indeed, still alive. This is my new story that I've been thinking about doing. I am still trying to finish 'Into the Depths of Hell', but that's still not working out too well. I am trying to finish up the last chapter but I can't seem to do it. I appologize to everyone that was reading it, but know that I am still trying. Also, don't expect another chapter to this story anytime in the near future. I will try to write more soon, but I can't promise anything. Finally, tell me what you think about this story, review and share your thoughts whether they be good or bad.