Title: I'll Wait Forever
Genre: Romance/Angst?
Summary: One of the 'unlucky' girls Miroku starts hitting on doesn't seem
to mind it. Here are her thoughts after she is 'rescued' from him.
Disclaimor: I. Don't. Own. Anything. Plain and simple.
A/N: Look, I've been feeling sorry for Miroku lately, I know he's a Hentai and all but he's my second favorite character. I decided to see what it would be like if one of the girls that was 'rescued' from him by the gang, didn't want to be rescued. Flames are welcome, I've never had anyand if you want to be the first go ahead. Flames make up a fire and Fire's my favorite element, so Flames are welcome. Criticism is also welcome, I have a kind of vague writing style, and need t oshape it up a bit I know. Has anyone ever wondered why it's called a writing style if we type it? Just something to ponder. If anyone likes it I may just make a sequel with Miroku's point of view as another chapter. OR I might o that anyway.
I stood in the back of the ally, watching as the only man who ever really talked to me was drug away.
So he was a little straightforward, and what about it if he needs a new pickup line?
Even though we was a tad to touchy-feely, he was cute anyway.
At least he actually showed some kind of interest in me.
I giggled when he asked me to 'bare his child' but, like I said he just needs a new pickup line.
I would have talked with him a little more anyway, he seemed a little lonely, even though a group of people did drag him away.
I wonder if they drag him away every time he starts talking to someone, it looks like it.
And the one girl had a 'not again' look on her face.
"but..."
I had started as they drug him away.
"Don't worry about it, he won't bother you anymore."
They left to quickly for me to say what I had wanted to, he wasn't bothering me, and I don't even know his name.
I wish I could go tell them to leave him alone, tell him he can come back, but they left before I could get the words out, and I'd follow but I'm not sure what way they went.
So biting my lip slowly I sit down and lean against the wall.
Something about him tells me that he's had about as lucky of a love life as me, but at least he's doing something about it, for whatever reason.
I'd leave, make a guess in the direction they had been headed in, then try to follow.
But it's silly, I don't want to follow them.
What if I was heading the wrong way and then he somehow got away and came back to look for me?
I'll wait here for him.
I'm sure he'll come back someday, I hope he'll come back someday.
My head seems to hang itself slowly, as I bite my lip harder.
Even if he never comes back, I'll wait for him forever.
After all, he did actually notice me, and that's an accomplishment in itself.
I'm fooling myself, I realize as I slowly fall asleep.
He didn't really have any interest in me, I was just there.
I was just the girl who happened to be there at the moment, but I still didn't care.
I'd wait anyway, there might not be anyone else who knows that but I will, so it won't matter.
I'll be here if he comes back.
Right where he left me.
Finally I let myself fall asleep, I'm only repeating things in my mind, and I'm so caught up with them, I ignore the distant rumble.
Sleeping restlessly as the stampede nears, and the dark fades to red.
A/N: Look, I've been feeling sorry for Miroku lately, I know he's a Hentai and all but he's my second favorite character. I decided to see what it would be like if one of the girls that was 'rescued' from him by the gang, didn't want to be rescued. Flames are welcome, I've never had anyand if you want to be the first go ahead. Flames make up a fire and Fire's my favorite element, so Flames are welcome. Criticism is also welcome, I have a kind of vague writing style, and need t oshape it up a bit I know. Has anyone ever wondered why it's called a writing style if we type it? Just something to ponder. If anyone likes it I may just make a sequel with Miroku's point of view as another chapter. OR I might o that anyway.
I stood in the back of the ally, watching as the only man who ever really talked to me was drug away.
So he was a little straightforward, and what about it if he needs a new pickup line?
Even though we was a tad to touchy-feely, he was cute anyway.
At least he actually showed some kind of interest in me.
I giggled when he asked me to 'bare his child' but, like I said he just needs a new pickup line.
I would have talked with him a little more anyway, he seemed a little lonely, even though a group of people did drag him away.
I wonder if they drag him away every time he starts talking to someone, it looks like it.
And the one girl had a 'not again' look on her face.
"but..."
I had started as they drug him away.
"Don't worry about it, he won't bother you anymore."
They left to quickly for me to say what I had wanted to, he wasn't bothering me, and I don't even know his name.
I wish I could go tell them to leave him alone, tell him he can come back, but they left before I could get the words out, and I'd follow but I'm not sure what way they went.
So biting my lip slowly I sit down and lean against the wall.
Something about him tells me that he's had about as lucky of a love life as me, but at least he's doing something about it, for whatever reason.
I'd leave, make a guess in the direction they had been headed in, then try to follow.
But it's silly, I don't want to follow them.
What if I was heading the wrong way and then he somehow got away and came back to look for me?
I'll wait here for him.
I'm sure he'll come back someday, I hope he'll come back someday.
My head seems to hang itself slowly, as I bite my lip harder.
Even if he never comes back, I'll wait for him forever.
After all, he did actually notice me, and that's an accomplishment in itself.
I'm fooling myself, I realize as I slowly fall asleep.
He didn't really have any interest in me, I was just there.
I was just the girl who happened to be there at the moment, but I still didn't care.
I'd wait anyway, there might not be anyone else who knows that but I will, so it won't matter.
I'll be here if he comes back.
Right where he left me.
Finally I let myself fall asleep, I'm only repeating things in my mind, and I'm so caught up with them, I ignore the distant rumble.
Sleeping restlessly as the stampede nears, and the dark fades to red.