Betrayal
authors note- ^_^ Thanks for the reviews! I'm so happy I'll update again! Oh, and the dreams that Miroku have are rated R due to Naraku's evil mind. If you don't like it, please don't flame. It's my very first attempt at a really horrific scene.
Disclaimer- no... i don't own it...
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Chapter 7
Memory
Miroku was dreaming about it again. The night where his entire world changed.
Dream Scene
Naraku was standing there, an evil smirk on his face. Miroku felt whipped. Terror filled his veins when he noticed the look in Naraku's eyes. "Come with me..." Naraku said, and, unknowingly, Miroku followed.
"Let me go," Miroku said, angrily. "Let me go!" Suddenly, arms pushed the monk down on the ground.
"Now, why should I do that?" Naraku asked, before it all went black.
End Dream
Miroku woke up in a cold sweat. He looked around, and realized he was still in Sango's room, next to Sango's bed. He looked at the taiji-ya who was still sleeping. 'I don't deserve to be here,' he thought. 'I don't deserve a second chance.' He stood up, and walked out of the room, his eyes downcast.
He couldn't shake off the horrific memories he had when he was forced to be Naraku's slave. The youkai had destroyed him inwardly. The monk walked past the children's rooms, when he heard Shippou's voice.
"Miroku? Where are you going?"
"Nowhere special," Miroku whispered. "Just home." Shippou's face contorted, showing his confusion.
"Isn't this home, now?" Shippou asked. "Inuyasha and Kagome-chan are offering for us to live here, now. Isn't this our home?"
"Hai, it's your home. But---" Miroku stopped. "I can't stay here."
"Why not? Inuyasha forgave you! It can't possibly be about Sango-chan, now!"
"It's not... I don't deserve to be forgiven," Miroku answered. "If any of the others ask, tell them I'm gone. Just, don't tell them where. Ne?"
"Okay... but... return, ne?" Shippou said. Miroku gave the kitsune a small smile.
"I'll try," He said, and walked downstairs, and eventually, out of the house.
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Miroku's Memory
Miroku woke up, painful and in the dungeons of Naraku's palace. Dried blood covered his chest, and he saw a few dozen scratches on his body.
"I told you not to agree with him," A voice said. He looked to see Kagura sitting next to him. "He's got a sick mind, and he's done that to every one of us. Even myself." She pulled up her sleeve to show him a pale scar on her arm. "Even with my healing, the scars won't go away. They'll never go away, and neither will the memories."
Miroku noticed a tear run down Kagura's cheek.
"Even your friends can't help. He'll eventually get that reincarnation and force her, and then the taiji-ya, and finally... he'll even force the hanyou..." Kagura murmured.
"He can't touch them. He made a deal with me. I help him, and he gets rid of the kazaana and leaves them alone," Miroku said. "I did this for them."
"Hai..." Kagura whispered, another tear fell from her ruby eyes. "But even that won't stop him..."
End of Memory
Miroku's eyes narrowed at the memory. He gave up his freedom, his life... all of it... for them. They had no idea what kind of hell Naraku put him through. No woman would want to touch him now.
Remembering everything now was making him feel... unclean. Just as it did the moment that he saw the group again, when they killed Naraku.
He stomped over to the shrine, and looked back at the house, where his old friends still slept, unknowing that one was leaving. For good. He leapt in.
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When Sango woke up, she was slightly confused about her whereabouts. The last she remembered was walking with Miroku and Inuyasha to the house. Then... she asked him to carry her home. She flushed at the thought.
"Where is he now?" She wondered, out loud. She got out of bed, and walked downstairs to get some breakfast when she heard crying from the living room. She walked into the room, and saw Shippou sobbing.
"What's wrong, Shippou-chan?" She asked, sitting next to the kitsune, and hugging him.
"He... he left...!" Shippou yelled. "Miroku... left!" Sango's eyes widened.
"But, why?" She asked. "Where? When?"
"He... didn't tell me," Shippou lied. "He told me... that he was leaving, and he left!"
"I'm going after him," Sango said. Shippou shook his head. "I am, and that's final!"
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Miroku was back in the Sengoku Jidai, feeling oddly... afraid. He felt a cold chill down his back, and he turned to see Sesshoumaru and Kagura standing there.
The wind youkai hadn't really changed much during the past four years. Her eyes still seemed cold, and unyielding.
"What are you doing here?" Miroku asked.
"You should answer that," Sesshoumaru answered. "Where's that kitsune that keeps following you?"
"Gone..." Miroku answered.
"I should've known. You're remembering, aren't you?" Kagura asked. Miroku looked up at the youkai, not doing anything. "You can feel his aura again, can't you? I know he's back, I can feel it."
"That's impossible," Miroku said.
"Nothing's impossible," Sesshoumaru answered. "He's back, and I can smell his disgusting scent."
"Where are you headed?" Kagura asked. Miroku shrugged.
"Anywhere but here," He answered.
"Come with us," She offered.
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A/n- So sorry about how the story's turning. It's gonna get darker. Really darker. Should I bump up the rating? Please tell me in a review. Gotta go! Ja!