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Hakike Ga Shimasu & Tsukare!
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Sick & Tired!
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Miroku, Shippo, and Sango boorishly watched the ever familiar arguing' of Inu Yasha and Kagome, a small price to pay (but an annoying one) with traveling with the two.

They were arguing about whether Kagome should go home or not; again.

And they were stuck sitting on their butts until they resolved this useless quarrel.

Yet again.

They currently waited/lounged on a scratchy, plaid blanket that Kagome had brang from her age, incongruously looking up at the partly cloudy, partly sunny, fully unpredictable, spring sky; a robin egg blue color from what they could tell.

Shippo played with the fresh grass that had so recently arrived (some still lazing about under ground), while Sango, almost amusingly (if not for her large boomerang at her side, glinting dangerously in the half light; reminding you . . . ) made a surprisingly prim flower chain.

First she picked them in a delicate, yet oddly violent manner, then slit their ends neatly with a dagger from god-knows-where, but finishing it off beautifully by tidily weaving the split stalks together with a speedy proficiency that reminded one of a black widow spider at her web.

Miroku watched (out of the corners of his eyes and keeping a poker face other-wise) her careful movements, entranced, filling his mind of something, rather than the empty nothingness that comes with null surroundings and repetitive scenes.

He sighed, mentally drowning out the yells, curses, and crashes of an Inu/Kag quarrel ended with the signature SIT!' command.

He was tired.
Tired of the dull life he presently led.
Sick an tired in fact.
Why?

He finally had a routine and hated it.
Why?
Because he had learned, one too many times, that life could change at any second, it could be over in a second, so he couldn't get attached.

The other shard hunters were making him soft.




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Later that day, when it wasn't even day anymore, the last of the warm, sun's rays dyeing over the tree tops and gracing various object with an unearthly, golden glow, he decided.

He decided to go to the near by mountain hills to meditate, no one to stop him, nothing holding him back.

But then he saw the lone body of his' huntress, bathed in gentle light of the sun set she watched, and he froze. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous was she, but he knew she could take care of her self (to well; he rubbed a cheek ruefully), and Inu Yasha could too, but it didn't stop him from worrying. Sighing, he almost cried at ironicness of the situation.

He was leaving to escape these sort of bonds, and here he was worrying about them!

That dose it', he thought resolutely, I'm definitely going now.'

And so he left in the darkest of the black night, stars watching over him thoughtfully, moon shining in brilliance as if to guide his way. He smiled, now in a vast, endless field of long, bluish grass, and looked up at the even more awing sky. See, even the heavens agree with my decision'. But even that didn't stop the loneliness from coming to him as he lay in the said grass, leaning against the sole tree in that field; for him a wall.


All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something


He looked up at the huge sky again and wondered: was he running away from routine, or something else?

He rubbed his face; hard. This would be a long trip.


Hold on
Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why


The next morning came out slowly like a sunburn peeling, and like that same sort of peeling, at the end realization hit and it hurt. That exactly how Sango felt to find Houshi-sama' gone.


But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be...me








AN: Till next chappy: ja!