Hurting Hands
Betrayal
Miroku made his way briskly towards the toilets. He was determined not to loose Sango again, and so he'd left her standing by the fountain, under strict orders to stay there until he returned. He smiled, remembering the little sulk she'd had at being bossed around. Miroku chuckled. She was cute when she sulked. Pressing his fingers against the toilet doors, he pushed it open, and took a step in. He had just about reached the first sink, when something hard struck him from behind. The sound of the door slamming shut behind him muffled his cry of pain, and his legs gave way underneath him and he swung on his knee's, before hitting the ground. His back felt as though it was broken, but the pain was quickly numbing, so he tried to stand again. Another hard blow brought him crashing down again, and he lay motionless.
"I thought it'd be harder than this." A voice spoke out. He heard the sound of knuckles cracking, and the clank of metal, before a crowbar rolled into view. Miroku's eyes widened, and he lifted his head to find Kouga standing above him. He swore, and lifted himself to his knee's again, his head spinning.
"Seriously...your pathetic." Kouga hissed, and a fist came flying into his ribs. Miroku crumpled against the sinks behind him and he inhaled, thankful he'd not passed out yet. He breathed heavilly, looking up at the massive frame standing over him.
"I don't remember doing anything to deserve this!" He said, and he grabbed the edge of the sink, lifting himself uneasily.
"Me neither, I'm just carrying out orders." Kouga said, and swooped down to pick up his crowbar. He spent a second to inspect it, and then frowned.
"Oh, and you dented my crow bar. God dammit!" Kouga shouted, and swung it at Miroku's head. Miroku ducked, and flung his arms over his head as the mirrors smashed behind him. Shards of glass flew around him and rained onto the floor below. Miroku's patience snapped.
"Kouga enough!" He shouted, and grabbed Kouga's collar, pushing him backwards into the cubical doors.
"You've made your point, now tell me who the hell set you against me!" He shouted. Kouga's anger flared again, and Miroku was slammed back against the wall.
"I don't need to answer to you!" Kouga shouted, brushing off his clothes. Miroku opened his eyes, his vision blurry. He didn't need this. Not now. His eyes caught sight of a large piece of glass on the floor, and he stared at his reflection. Blood had trickled down his forehead, and smeared around his right eye, and a large gash had appeared on his temple. Miroku cursed, and stood up, fists clenched.
"Why are you doing this?" He demanded. Kouga swung the crowbar again, and it struck Miroku, just above his wrist. An sickening snapping sound made him stop, and Miroku clutched his arm, and swore.
"I swear to God Kouga, tell me or I'll kill you!" He hissed, standing up straight. Kouga laughed and wiped his brow.
"Seriously? This is the most fun I've had all day. I'm glad Shima suggested it." He said, and suddenly wished he hadn't. Miroku stopped dead, and his mind reeled. Shima? Shima had asked him to do this? Oh God... Miroku broke out of his dazed state, tightened his fists, and ran forward, slamming them into Kouga's face and stomach repeatedly, not stopping until he'd slumped onto the floor below him. He kicked the crowbar away from Kouga's shaking fingers, and it clattered against the shattered glass that lay around them.
"Jesus, I knew you were a jerk, but this is just pathetic. Pick yourself up!" Miroku spat, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. A sharp pain in his shoulder made him shudder slightly, and he realised that in his blind fury, Kouga had managed to deliver a few blows too.
"Get the hell up!" Miroku shouted. He was beyond peeved now, he had barely managed to stop himself from knocking Kouga out. Kouga remained motionless, and Miroku spat on him. Staggering towards one of the cubicles, he fetched some paper, and dabbed the blood from his suit.
"When you come round, I'm going to make sure you pay for another damn suit." Miroku said, and after a few minutes, flung the piece of blood soaked tissue paper down the toilet. Nausea hit him.
"God dammit!" He leaned over and vomited, his arms shaking under his weight.
...
It seemed like hours before he'd finished vomiting. Suddenly the sound of footsteps rang out.
"Miroku!" InuYasha flung the toilet door open, and cursed.
"What the hell happened?" He asked angrily. Miroku leaned up to catch his breath.
"Take a look around you Sherlock." He said, and got back onto his feet, leaning against the wall. InuYasha disappeared and then reappeared, his face pale.
"He's out cold." InuYasha said. Miroku nodded. He hadn't intended to do that. Not now anyway. Not like this. None of it was supposed to happen. He'd had a split second, when he pictured himself slapping Shima, but the image was quickly removed, and Miroku tried to calm himself.
"Jesus InuYasha, he just came right at me that damn crowbar." He stammered. InuYasha hooked Miroku's arm over his shoulder and let him lean against him. He watched as his friend tried to regain his breath.
"You okay?" He asked. Miroku looked up and smiled wearily.
"Wont be after the head finds out." He said.
"Let's get the hell out of here." InuYasha said, and he walked slowly towards the door, Miroku still leaning on him for support. Every step was agony. Miroku guessed he'd broken his arm, and bruised all of his back, and he dreaded to think how his face looked. He felt like crying there and then, but managed to keep it in.
"How about you don't tell the girls about this?" Miroku croaked, and InuYasha suddenly stopped, and slowly opened the toilet door, to reveal Kagome, Sango, and Shima. Miroku grabbed the door frame and lifted himself from InuYasha's support. Sango rushed forward to help him, when he nudged her away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Miroku shouted, his eyes focused on Shima. Tears fell down her cheeks, and Miroku noticed she'd already been crying. His chest heaved as another wave of nausea hit him.
"Bitch." He spat, and brushed past her, InuYasha at his side. The girls followed in silence, and the sound of Shima crying was the last thing they heard before the venue door slammed shut behind them.
...
"Miroku, please let me help you-"
"-I'm okay, it's not as bad as it-"
"-Just hold still!" Sango demanded, more out of concern than anger. Miroku stopped, and leaned against the brick wall, as Sango continued to dab at his wounds. InuYasha and Kagome stood nearby, watching. Sango shook her head, and bit her lip to stop herself from crying.
"We should take you to the hospital." She said. Miroku decided not to argue, and slumped down by the wall, the night air somewhat relieving him. InuYasha stepped forward, holding Kagome's hand.
"It's almost 11, we'll get you home, and then ring the hospital." He said. Miroku nodded. They'd just left the venue, with a few odd looks and questions, they'd managed to make it outside before Miroku collapsed again. Sango kneeled down and pulled open Miroku jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt. Kagome kneeled next to her.
"Ow..." Miroku winced as Sango touched his ribs, and she looked up at him.
"I think they're broken." She said. Miroku laughed breathlessly.
"Oh...great." He murmered. Sango sighed and pulled him into a hug, tugging his jacket closed again.
"Shima tried to warned us. She didn't think Kouga would go that far. She heard everything Miroku...she didn't realise-"
"I don't care. They're both the same." Miroku said bitterly. Kagome held his hand tightly.
"Can you walk?" She asked. Miroku managed to stand and he grinned.
"I ain't packed in yet." He said. He was thankful for the few smiles he received at his comment, and subconsciously took his phone out of his pocket.
"I'm going to ring Hachi..." He trailed off as he realised he's received nearly 7 missed calls from Christine. His heart raced, and a dull buzzing sound echoed in his ear. He'd received 1 text, also from Christine. It took him more than 10 seconds before he gathered the courage to open it. When he did, a cold chill shot down his spine.
Miroku, he's going to kill me.
OMG another cliffhanger!...I'm getting good at this :)
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