Trying to be good about updating as much as I can (Unlike my other stories, I'm bad for that)
Sango awoke, turning to her side to face Miroku. He was watching her intensively.
"You know its really creepy when you do that right?" She raised an eye brow at him.
"But my dearest Sango, it's so much fun to do." He smiled playfully at her.
She rolled her eyes, reaching for her pillow, striking him with it.
"Oh! You're so cruel to me." He laughed.
She stretched before standing up. "I'm gonna go check on the girls." She made her way to the doorway. It was rather early for them to be awake yet, it wasn't even light out yet.
Reaching the doorway, she noticed that the main room was empty, Where is Inuyasha?
She scanned the dim surroundings, he was no where to be found.
It's unlike him to be up this early...
After checking on the girls, content that they were still fast asleep, she returned to their bedroom to find Miroku tending to their newborn. He was holding her, gently swaying her back and forth, speaking softly to him.
She smiled, he really was something wasn't he? She approached him and he turned and smiled at her.
"He was fussing a little." He commented.
She nodded and they both just watched their little boy slowly drift back to sleep.
"Hmm.. Inuyasha is gone." Sango said quietly as Miroku placed the infant down on their bed.
"That's not like him." He commented.
Several hours had passed since the two had awoken to find an empty corner in their hut.
Sango knelt beside the fire, stirring the pot of stew she had prepared for lunch today. Every few moments she found her eyes shifting towards the doorway, half expecting Inuyasha to come through it.
He almost always comes by for lunch. She frowned, the doorway was still empty. Grabbing a bowl, she began scooping stew into the bowls. Passing them out to her children, who had already lined up patiently awaiting their meals.
"Would you go tell your father that lunch is ready." She spoke softly to one of the girls.
The young girl smiled, nodding to her mother before sprinting to the entrance to the hut. Poking her head outside, she called out.
"Papa! Lunch is ready!"
Miroku turned his head towards the hut, "Hai, I'll be right there!" He called back.
He had been sweeping the snow off the pathway leading to their hut from the village..
The snow had let up quite a bit, but had not entirely stopped. At least it was more manageable now.
As he made his way to the hut, he noticed some foot prints leading off into the forest.
They must be Inuyasha's, He noted before entering the hut.
They were heading exactly where he had thought they might. Towards the Tree of Ages...
He decided to keep it to himself for now, knowing full well that his wife would go out looking for him if he mentioned it at all.
It was late, and he still couldn't sleep. Instead, he just sat there, eyes closed, the scene playing over and over again in his head. He couldn't take it anymore. Opening his eyes, he realized that he was clenching his fist. He released his grip, lowering his head to rest it against his arm.
Groaning, he stood up. I can't take this anymore.. I just.. need some air. He made his way across the room to exit the hut.
Standing outside, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The night air was cool inside of his lungs. Fresh snow was sticking to his black hair as it slowly fell from the moonless sky.
He walked off into the forest, the snow was cold against his bare feet.
Damn it, my feet are beginning to go numb. I hate being human. He grunted.
He quickly realized that the random direction he had chosen had not been random at all. And before he knew it, he found himself standing in front of the Goshinboku Tree. Even now, I'm drawn to it.
Climbing up to one of the lower branches, he decided to perch himself until daybreak.
Well at least I'm out of the snow now...
He sat in silence as the snow continued to fall all around him. Eyes closed, he concentrated on keeping a blank mind, mentally cursing his human blood for making him feel this way.
There's only a couple more hours until morning, He kept reminding himself, insistent that all of these feelings would dissipate when his demon blood returned.
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