A/n: That's a lot better. I was wondering where all you people went or if my writing was just really
sucky. I'm glad you all want me to continue. Now, I'll try to jump-start my writing abilities. It
usually works pretty well. Also, how do you like my OCs? They aren't going to become main characters,
I just needed them to take care of the injured Inu-chan. Also, I know he was ooc last chapter, but
there was a reason that you'll find out soon. Like I promised, I'll put some Mir/Sango fluff in this...
I think. ::Laughs nervously:: Anywho, this is actually the beginning of the end, if you catch my
meaning. Miroku's POV!
Disclaimer: If I find a way to clone Inu Yasha, can I keep him? ::gets glares from lawyers:: Didn't
think so.
Regrets 9!!!
The scent of rain was in the air as the sun rose, and the grass was wet from last night's storm. I walk through the forest lazily, gathering medicinal herbs to replenish Kaede's supplies. As I finish my chore, I walk back towards the village. As I reach the edge of the forest, I see Sango walking towards it, leaning heavily on her weapon. I drop my bag of herbs, angry. What in the world does that girl think that she's doing? Stalking towards her, I see her collapse into the tall grasses. My heart jumps into my throat, and I dash towards her, hoping that she's alright. When I reach her side she's on her hands and knees, sobbing with pain and frustration. I fall to my own knees beside her. "Sango, what do you think you're doing! You're going to hurt yourself!" She stops her struggles for a moment, her tears falling into the dirt beneath her.
"Please... Please Houshi-sama. I need to bury my family." Her family? She doesn't even know where their bodies are. I begin to protest. Then I see that she has her brother's scythe in her hand. "I can't live with myself," she says softly. "Knowing that they're dead and I'm not. I can't sleep at night, because I see them when I close my eyes. I need to say... goodbye." I look at her, wanting to protect her from the pain she feels. I know that she should probably be resting, but this is something that she needs to do and....
"Sango," I ask quietly, "If I took you back right now, you would just try again later, wouldn't you?" She just looks at me silently. "I thought so." I mutter. I get to my feet and then bend down to pick her up in my arms. I walk slowly into the forest as she sobs quietly into my robes, her brother's weapon clutched tightly to her chest. My eyes linger on her chest for a moment before I shake myself clear of such thoughts. I really have to think of something else...
It seems strange, as I carry her into the forest, that such a courageous warrior seems so fragile and small in my arms. "You know, Sango... that you have no reason to feel guilty about being alive. I understand that you miss your family, but don't you think those who loved you would want you to stay alive, even if it meant you could not be together for a while." She nods, sniffling a bit.
"I know that, but what do I have now? I have no family, and I was the last to hear what happened in my village! I have noone!" She turns accusing eyes on me and I wince inwardly. I shouldn't have tried to keep it from her, but she would've only become more depressed! I had wanted to wait a while before letting her know. When I do not reply, she continues, now angry as well as miserable. Great Miroku, you're doing just a wonderful job of watching over this girl. "I trusted that you weren't keeping anything from me. You won't even let me deal with my own problems! I need to know some things. Don't you trust that I'm mature enough to deal with this?" She stops then says, quietly. "I'm sorry. I'm just venting my frustrations about Naraku. I should have just killed him when I had the chance, the slimy-" I trip. What? When had she been near Naraku? She looks at me strangely as I set her down by a tree and grasp her hand in my cursed one.
"Sango, please tell me everything you know about him. Do you remember anything? Anything at all?" She is suprised at my intensity.
"Um.. he was a young lord over a household in.." She gets a puzzled look on her face and turns to me quizzically. "I.. can't remember anything else!" I drop her hand and turn away, punching a tree trunk in my frustration. She watches me silently for a moment before she seems to realize something. "Miroku." I turn to her. "As much as I appreciate it, I don't need you to avenge me and my family. I'll do that myself." Shaking my head, I laugh bitterly as I look at my hand.
"Sango, as much as I would like to kill him for that reason... I have another." She looks at me, asking silently what other wrongs he had done. I look at her for a moment. I don't want her to know. I shake my head. "Nevermind."
I pick her up again and go to a small clearing a bit further into the forest, where we dig a hole to bury the scythe in. As she prays for her family's spirits, I watch and clear my head of thoughts of Naraku. For now, my grievances against him would have to wait until Sango healed both physically and emotionally. Could she ever be whole again? Her words again rang through my head - "I have noone!" AS I carry her back to the villiage, I keep hearing her grief-stricken sobs that come at night. As I set her on the floor in Kaede's hut, I decide that I need to get away for awhile, because I keep wanting to say, 'I'll be there for you.' But I know in my heart that I can't be there for her. So instead I say: "I'll be back. I need to get your weapon and the herbs." Then I walk out the door, feeling her gaze on my back as I leave.
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Sango's POV
As I watch Miroku walk out the door, I wonder again what he was talking about earlier. Ever since I had brought up Naraku, he had been tense and secretive. The look in his eyes had been so... mournful on the way back. Naraku, a yong man maybe only a few years older than me who had just recently inherited his lands. Miroku was a bit older too. What could he have done to Miroku? Maybe his father? No... Miroku wasn't the type to hold grudges against a family. Or was he? I had only known him for about a week. I had no rights or evidence to make serious judgements about his character. He never told anything about himself besides his name, really. The fact that I didn't know him and he wouldn't tell me about himself made me upset. "I want to know more about him." I murmur quietly to myself.
"Don't we all?" says Kaede's quiet voice. I jump. I didn't even hear her come into the room. She crosses the room slowly as I ponder what she said. Even she doesn't know him? I ask her. "Well of course I don't know him." Shaking her head, she continues. "Doesn't let anyone in, that one. Not that he doesn't trust us, mind you, otherwise he'd never fight with us the way he does. I suppose it's because of the curse."
"Which curse? He's cursed?" Kaede's one eye widens a bit in surprise. "Tell me about it." I plead softly. She laughs a bit before speaking.
"I guess I supposed you already knew, given everone and their dog knows about it in this town. But I suppose the gossips don't bring it around anymore beacuse it's old news." She chuckles again to herself. "Well, it wasn't his curse in particular, but a family thing. Fifty years ago, Naraku-" I interrupt.
"Naraku? Fifty years ago?" I shake my head fervently. "That man couldn't be more than twenty." Again her face shows an expression of shock.
"Didn't you know, girl? Naraku's a demon." The room gets cold and I start to feel sick. I look up at her begging her to say it isn't true, but her expression is firm. Tears make their ways down my cheeks leaving burning trails behind. I gag, and though I don't throw up, the action makes my healing mucles go into convulsions and I curl up on the wooden floor, gasping in pain and horror. The pain starts to recede and I feel Kaede's rough, wrinkled hands smoothing over my face and hair. When I finally get myself under control, I demand she tall me everything she knew. About both Naraku and Miroku.
As she tells about the death of her sister and the trapping of Inu Yasha, I begin to realize just how many lives he has ruined. As I find out about Miroku's curse, It hits me full force. He had suffered just as much as I had at Naraku's hands. And with his mission to stop Naraku, the guilt of letting him destroy yet another life must have hit him hard. I knew for sure that he was the kind of person who would take that guilt onto his shoulders heavily. I didn't even need to know him very well to tell that he carried a very heavy burden. AS Kaede finished her story, he walked in the door. My eyes immediately went to him, and his hand. I told myself to stop staring, but my eyes wouldn't be drawn away from this man who cared so much for everyone, and who I had begun to care for.
He stopped momentarily in the doorway, then propped up my hiraikotsu in the corner and deposited the herbs there as well. He turned and saw me staring at his hand. He looked at it in shame then gave a grin that was more grimace.
"I didn't want you to know." He said simply, then walked back out. In the silence that followed, the howling winds just outside the windows seemed deafening. I wanted to go after him, but my legs refused to move, and I sat there as a new batch of tears made it's way down my face.
A/n: WAHHhhh! More sadness! I'm so terrible.
sucky. I'm glad you all want me to continue. Now, I'll try to jump-start my writing abilities. It
usually works pretty well. Also, how do you like my OCs? They aren't going to become main characters,
I just needed them to take care of the injured Inu-chan. Also, I know he was ooc last chapter, but
there was a reason that you'll find out soon. Like I promised, I'll put some Mir/Sango fluff in this...
I think. ::Laughs nervously:: Anywho, this is actually the beginning of the end, if you catch my
meaning. Miroku's POV!
Disclaimer: If I find a way to clone Inu Yasha, can I keep him? ::gets glares from lawyers:: Didn't
think so.
Regrets 9!!!
The scent of rain was in the air as the sun rose, and the grass was wet from last night's storm. I walk through the forest lazily, gathering medicinal herbs to replenish Kaede's supplies. As I finish my chore, I walk back towards the village. As I reach the edge of the forest, I see Sango walking towards it, leaning heavily on her weapon. I drop my bag of herbs, angry. What in the world does that girl think that she's doing? Stalking towards her, I see her collapse into the tall grasses. My heart jumps into my throat, and I dash towards her, hoping that she's alright. When I reach her side she's on her hands and knees, sobbing with pain and frustration. I fall to my own knees beside her. "Sango, what do you think you're doing! You're going to hurt yourself!" She stops her struggles for a moment, her tears falling into the dirt beneath her.
"Please... Please Houshi-sama. I need to bury my family." Her family? She doesn't even know where their bodies are. I begin to protest. Then I see that she has her brother's scythe in her hand. "I can't live with myself," she says softly. "Knowing that they're dead and I'm not. I can't sleep at night, because I see them when I close my eyes. I need to say... goodbye." I look at her, wanting to protect her from the pain she feels. I know that she should probably be resting, but this is something that she needs to do and....
"Sango," I ask quietly, "If I took you back right now, you would just try again later, wouldn't you?" She just looks at me silently. "I thought so." I mutter. I get to my feet and then bend down to pick her up in my arms. I walk slowly into the forest as she sobs quietly into my robes, her brother's weapon clutched tightly to her chest. My eyes linger on her chest for a moment before I shake myself clear of such thoughts. I really have to think of something else...
It seems strange, as I carry her into the forest, that such a courageous warrior seems so fragile and small in my arms. "You know, Sango... that you have no reason to feel guilty about being alive. I understand that you miss your family, but don't you think those who loved you would want you to stay alive, even if it meant you could not be together for a while." She nods, sniffling a bit.
"I know that, but what do I have now? I have no family, and I was the last to hear what happened in my village! I have noone!" She turns accusing eyes on me and I wince inwardly. I shouldn't have tried to keep it from her, but she would've only become more depressed! I had wanted to wait a while before letting her know. When I do not reply, she continues, now angry as well as miserable. Great Miroku, you're doing just a wonderful job of watching over this girl. "I trusted that you weren't keeping anything from me. You won't even let me deal with my own problems! I need to know some things. Don't you trust that I'm mature enough to deal with this?" She stops then says, quietly. "I'm sorry. I'm just venting my frustrations about Naraku. I should have just killed him when I had the chance, the slimy-" I trip. What? When had she been near Naraku? She looks at me strangely as I set her down by a tree and grasp her hand in my cursed one.
"Sango, please tell me everything you know about him. Do you remember anything? Anything at all?" She is suprised at my intensity.
"Um.. he was a young lord over a household in.." She gets a puzzled look on her face and turns to me quizzically. "I.. can't remember anything else!" I drop her hand and turn away, punching a tree trunk in my frustration. She watches me silently for a moment before she seems to realize something. "Miroku." I turn to her. "As much as I appreciate it, I don't need you to avenge me and my family. I'll do that myself." Shaking my head, I laugh bitterly as I look at my hand.
"Sango, as much as I would like to kill him for that reason... I have another." She looks at me, asking silently what other wrongs he had done. I look at her for a moment. I don't want her to know. I shake my head. "Nevermind."
I pick her up again and go to a small clearing a bit further into the forest, where we dig a hole to bury the scythe in. As she prays for her family's spirits, I watch and clear my head of thoughts of Naraku. For now, my grievances against him would have to wait until Sango healed both physically and emotionally. Could she ever be whole again? Her words again rang through my head - "I have noone!" AS I carry her back to the villiage, I keep hearing her grief-stricken sobs that come at night. As I set her on the floor in Kaede's hut, I decide that I need to get away for awhile, because I keep wanting to say, 'I'll be there for you.' But I know in my heart that I can't be there for her. So instead I say: "I'll be back. I need to get your weapon and the herbs." Then I walk out the door, feeling her gaze on my back as I leave.
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Sango's POV
As I watch Miroku walk out the door, I wonder again what he was talking about earlier. Ever since I had brought up Naraku, he had been tense and secretive. The look in his eyes had been so... mournful on the way back. Naraku, a yong man maybe only a few years older than me who had just recently inherited his lands. Miroku was a bit older too. What could he have done to Miroku? Maybe his father? No... Miroku wasn't the type to hold grudges against a family. Or was he? I had only known him for about a week. I had no rights or evidence to make serious judgements about his character. He never told anything about himself besides his name, really. The fact that I didn't know him and he wouldn't tell me about himself made me upset. "I want to know more about him." I murmur quietly to myself.
"Don't we all?" says Kaede's quiet voice. I jump. I didn't even hear her come into the room. She crosses the room slowly as I ponder what she said. Even she doesn't know him? I ask her. "Well of course I don't know him." Shaking her head, she continues. "Doesn't let anyone in, that one. Not that he doesn't trust us, mind you, otherwise he'd never fight with us the way he does. I suppose it's because of the curse."
"Which curse? He's cursed?" Kaede's one eye widens a bit in surprise. "Tell me about it." I plead softly. She laughs a bit before speaking.
"I guess I supposed you already knew, given everone and their dog knows about it in this town. But I suppose the gossips don't bring it around anymore beacuse it's old news." She chuckles again to herself. "Well, it wasn't his curse in particular, but a family thing. Fifty years ago, Naraku-" I interrupt.
"Naraku? Fifty years ago?" I shake my head fervently. "That man couldn't be more than twenty." Again her face shows an expression of shock.
"Didn't you know, girl? Naraku's a demon." The room gets cold and I start to feel sick. I look up at her begging her to say it isn't true, but her expression is firm. Tears make their ways down my cheeks leaving burning trails behind. I gag, and though I don't throw up, the action makes my healing mucles go into convulsions and I curl up on the wooden floor, gasping in pain and horror. The pain starts to recede and I feel Kaede's rough, wrinkled hands smoothing over my face and hair. When I finally get myself under control, I demand she tall me everything she knew. About both Naraku and Miroku.
As she tells about the death of her sister and the trapping of Inu Yasha, I begin to realize just how many lives he has ruined. As I find out about Miroku's curse, It hits me full force. He had suffered just as much as I had at Naraku's hands. And with his mission to stop Naraku, the guilt of letting him destroy yet another life must have hit him hard. I knew for sure that he was the kind of person who would take that guilt onto his shoulders heavily. I didn't even need to know him very well to tell that he carried a very heavy burden. AS Kaede finished her story, he walked in the door. My eyes immediately went to him, and his hand. I told myself to stop staring, but my eyes wouldn't be drawn away from this man who cared so much for everyone, and who I had begun to care for.
He stopped momentarily in the doorway, then propped up my hiraikotsu in the corner and deposited the herbs there as well. He turned and saw me staring at his hand. He looked at it in shame then gave a grin that was more grimace.
"I didn't want you to know." He said simply, then walked back out. In the silence that followed, the howling winds just outside the windows seemed deafening. I wanted to go after him, but my legs refused to move, and I sat there as a new batch of tears made it's way down my face.
A/n: WAHHhhh! More sadness! I'm so terrible.
