Well here's Chapter 4, the battle of a lifetime... Most people read this from my webpage, and this brought them to tears. How sad it is for two lovers to go against one another, for a simple jewel shard. You'll feel like you're in the battle and- ^_^; Well why am I spoiling this for you? Check it out for yourself.
Chapter Four- Miroku's Victory, Guilt Upon The Sacred Demon!
It was now the next day, windy at that. The sun had shown coward-ness, and surrendered to the stormy clouds, all on the day of a battle for a jewel shard. They were two hills, and a field in-between them. Miroku stood on the right hill, staff in one hand, very well certain the victory would be his. Kanisha on the other hand, stood on the left hill; her weapons though were not known. It would all be a surprise attack. Thoughts ran through Miroku's mind, as he glanced at the hill, with the one his heart beat for. He could always forfeit the match, but then, who would defeat Naraku? Miroku had set his mind on getting revenge at Naraku, for interfering with his bloodline, which gave him the hand he never wished to possess. The hand of the Wind Tunnel. "Are you ready, Miroku?" Miroku raised his head up, to see who had called him. He glanced over at Kanisha, who was slightly waving to get his attention. He let out a heavy sigh, closed his eyes and nodded. "A fight to the death it shall be... This isn't wanted from either one of us, but its strong destiny. I swear upon it, that it is against my religion to do such a thing, to a beautiful woman like you, and I wish you the best of luck." He said simply. Kanisha nodded, slightly disappointed of this battle. "And to you too, Miroku..." She whispered silently to herself.
The gong went off, as the two jumped into the field. Kanisha glanced at Miroku, the wind blowing her hair to the side. Her eyes were trembling in fear of who would make the first move. Miroku glanced back at her, he could instantly tell she was nervous to fight him, which was a good thing for him, he could beat her with no problem. But his heart skipped a beat, when he realized he had to kill her in order to get to the shard. His eyes slowly began to tremble as well, but he quickly shook his head and tore the prayer beads off his right arm, aimed directly at her. "WIND TUNNEL!!!" The winds quickly began to absorb things in its way, but Kanisha quickly flipped behind Miroku. Miroku wrapped the beads around his arm, and jumped backwards as she threw a dagger towards him. He glanced down at his robe, where a piece had been torn off, exposing his bare shoulder. He turned to look at Kanisha, who was ready for another attack. Miroku bit his lip slightly. "Is it possible as strong as I am, that she can beat me...?" He thought to himself. She then drew out a sword, jumping up and diving down at him to slash him, but he held up his staff against the sword to block it.
Kanisha forced the sword to go down, but it made not one budge against Miroku's staff. As soon as she started to weaken, he shoved her backwards with the staff, twirling it at his side. Kanisha crashed into the ground, the sword making a landing above her, blade first into the ground. She looked up at her sword, and stumbled up towards it, but Miroku hit her out of the way. She let out a slight yelp, as she hit a tree. She was weak... It was now or never.... "WIND TUNNEL!" Miroku once more removed the prayer beads and shot the storm at her, but that was when she slowly let her head up. Miroku's eyes widened slightly in mere confusion, why she wasn't moving at all against his wind tunnel. He then noticed the blood trickling down her chest, and that the beautiful figure had turned into a bloody, hell mess. He wrapped the beads, back around his arm and glanced at her blankly. "Was she dead...?" As his eyes traced for any sort of movement, his eyes caught onto the branch that had stabbed her into the heart. His eyes weakened immediately. The Wind Tunnel had apparently forced the branch forward to go through her. "Oh no..." He silently whispered to himself as he landed on his knees on the ground.
The wind grew stronger as it began to rain. "Kanisha..." His eyes filled with tears, but he shut them forcing them back, as he let his fist ram into the ground in a yell of rage at himself. "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" The thunder roared, as a flash of lightening crashed into a nearby tree. Miroku was shaking; the tears were now rolling freely unto the ground along with the rain. He slowly raised his head, weakly crawling towards Kanisha, pulling her body as slowly as he could to avoid any more damage to her towards his, hugging her weakly. "I won't let you go..." He said silently. "Don't...let me die..." She replied back in pain and cries, resting her head against his chest.
Chapter Four- Miroku's Victory, Guilt Upon The Sacred Demon!
It was now the next day, windy at that. The sun had shown coward-ness, and surrendered to the stormy clouds, all on the day of a battle for a jewel shard. They were two hills, and a field in-between them. Miroku stood on the right hill, staff in one hand, very well certain the victory would be his. Kanisha on the other hand, stood on the left hill; her weapons though were not known. It would all be a surprise attack. Thoughts ran through Miroku's mind, as he glanced at the hill, with the one his heart beat for. He could always forfeit the match, but then, who would defeat Naraku? Miroku had set his mind on getting revenge at Naraku, for interfering with his bloodline, which gave him the hand he never wished to possess. The hand of the Wind Tunnel. "Are you ready, Miroku?" Miroku raised his head up, to see who had called him. He glanced over at Kanisha, who was slightly waving to get his attention. He let out a heavy sigh, closed his eyes and nodded. "A fight to the death it shall be... This isn't wanted from either one of us, but its strong destiny. I swear upon it, that it is against my religion to do such a thing, to a beautiful woman like you, and I wish you the best of luck." He said simply. Kanisha nodded, slightly disappointed of this battle. "And to you too, Miroku..." She whispered silently to herself.
The gong went off, as the two jumped into the field. Kanisha glanced at Miroku, the wind blowing her hair to the side. Her eyes were trembling in fear of who would make the first move. Miroku glanced back at her, he could instantly tell she was nervous to fight him, which was a good thing for him, he could beat her with no problem. But his heart skipped a beat, when he realized he had to kill her in order to get to the shard. His eyes slowly began to tremble as well, but he quickly shook his head and tore the prayer beads off his right arm, aimed directly at her. "WIND TUNNEL!!!" The winds quickly began to absorb things in its way, but Kanisha quickly flipped behind Miroku. Miroku wrapped the beads around his arm, and jumped backwards as she threw a dagger towards him. He glanced down at his robe, where a piece had been torn off, exposing his bare shoulder. He turned to look at Kanisha, who was ready for another attack. Miroku bit his lip slightly. "Is it possible as strong as I am, that she can beat me...?" He thought to himself. She then drew out a sword, jumping up and diving down at him to slash him, but he held up his staff against the sword to block it.
Kanisha forced the sword to go down, but it made not one budge against Miroku's staff. As soon as she started to weaken, he shoved her backwards with the staff, twirling it at his side. Kanisha crashed into the ground, the sword making a landing above her, blade first into the ground. She looked up at her sword, and stumbled up towards it, but Miroku hit her out of the way. She let out a slight yelp, as she hit a tree. She was weak... It was now or never.... "WIND TUNNEL!" Miroku once more removed the prayer beads and shot the storm at her, but that was when she slowly let her head up. Miroku's eyes widened slightly in mere confusion, why she wasn't moving at all against his wind tunnel. He then noticed the blood trickling down her chest, and that the beautiful figure had turned into a bloody, hell mess. He wrapped the beads, back around his arm and glanced at her blankly. "Was she dead...?" As his eyes traced for any sort of movement, his eyes caught onto the branch that had stabbed her into the heart. His eyes weakened immediately. The Wind Tunnel had apparently forced the branch forward to go through her. "Oh no..." He silently whispered to himself as he landed on his knees on the ground.
The wind grew stronger as it began to rain. "Kanisha..." His eyes filled with tears, but he shut them forcing them back, as he let his fist ram into the ground in a yell of rage at himself. "WHAT HAVE I DONE?!" The thunder roared, as a flash of lightening crashed into a nearby tree. Miroku was shaking; the tears were now rolling freely unto the ground along with the rain. He slowly raised his head, weakly crawling towards Kanisha, pulling her body as slowly as he could to avoid any more damage to her towards his, hugging her weakly. "I won't let you go..." He said silently. "Don't...let me die..." She replied back in pain and cries, resting her head against his chest.