A/N: This is the Miroku version. I don't plan on really going any further with any of these, but if anybody would like to read more I might keep writing, just let me know! I have so many projects and I just have a bad habit of writing whatever is on my mind, I'm so sorry _ Back to drafting the next chapter of Feudal World haha.

Miroku

Don't ask me what day it is.

I stopped keeping track somewhere around December when I just decided to stay inside for an unknown amount of time, funding my nourishment through canned kidney beans and a lifetime supply of Monster.

But if I had to guess, I'd say we were somewhere in the middle of Spring. When I pass through the outskirts of the city in search of some new water source, for whenever my current one runs out, I can see glimpses of the cherry blossoms opening up again.

I like to pretend they're not there though, anything remotely pink gives me strong acid reflux, and I'm starting to run out of the over counter meds I use for it, that I confiscated-leaving behind a good amount of IOU's, don't you worry- from all the drug stores left in this desolate, deserted city.

I actually ran out of the sleeping pills a while ago.

So I've been downing large doses of diphenhydramine alongside my usual prescription of a bottle of vodka, saltine crackers, and self-depreciation. I'm normally passed out before I remember to eat the crackers.

And then I see them again.

I hear their voices.

The little girls with their sticky fingers, reaching out for me, their forks clattering to the wooden floor boards.

Their mother standing behind them with a knowing grin on her face; her gorgeous, flawless, face.

"Miroku," She'd say, "-look, now you've got them all riled up."

The smell of blueberry pancakes in the morning.

The feel of the air conditioner as it sits comfortably on my naked arms.

It's real.

It's all so real.

And then I'm awake in a pool of my own vomit and the next unknown day, on an unmarked calendar of my new life starts its cycle again. Everything is as it was the day before; everything is as it will remain forever, until one of my attempts to kill myself actually succeeds.

Or worse…

I've propped myself up on the window, my back to the corner of the wall. I think about going to the outskirts of the city again to map out some more river banks, but I'm not feeling it. I decide to ditch the idea as I run my palm against my greasy mop of hair, sliding it down my stubble of beard. I guess I should shave instead.

It's a gray day today, the Sun's hiding somewhere behind a cluster of angry storm clouds. They might be angry but probably not as frustrated as I am. I hate being alive. I fully intended to be dead by now, but something keeps holding me back, and I'm slowly beginning to accept that maybe its fear.

But what could I possibly be afraid of?

A flash of white races across the empty street beyond the window, and my heart drops down my leg and rolls between my toes, stopping for a full five seconds until I catch my breath again.

It was fur. And it was attached to four long legs.

A dog!

A dog?! Here?! In the city? How was it not dead by now? How had none of the creatures consumed it yet? Infected it yet? How was it still alive?!

I forget that I'm still drunk as I fumble with the door's lock, and tumble down the porch steps in my haste to see the animal with my own two eyes, without the window as our barrier.

I land in a pile of warm dried up mud and my head feels unbearably heavy but I lift it anyway, willing to hack off my right hand, if it only meant that this animal was still in front of me and still alive.

And it was.

I held its gaze for what felt like half a day, but would could have only been a few seconds before it bared it's fangs-pink, healthy uninfected gums, underneath his curled up black lips-and growled at me in a low savage tone.

I struggle to find my voice, "I'm not going to hurt you."

It sounds foreign to my own ears, like a stranger that's asked you for directions on the subway.

It must have been abnormal to the dog too, because it immediately stopped growling, its ears tight against its white head. Golden eyes staring straight into my own.

It knew of human companionship, I just know it.

I lift a knee to balance myself up on my two feet, but before I could even get one solid foot on the ground- It's gone.

A/N: This is how it happens in the book, compared to the movie! Did you like this one more than the Inuyasha one? :O This one made me a little sadder just because I know who those two little girls are and his wife. Review if you're feeling up to it ;)