**** Hey ya'll, sup? I FINALLY updated. Sorry to keep ya waiting. A friend
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Chapter 7 The Mysterious Wonderer
The wild blew his long hair from his dark brown eyes. The cloak, now stained in blood from his last encounter with demons, was in the lake soaking.
' Please, someone, let me remember.'
He couldn't remember anything of his past. Nothing before the past seven years. Nothing before he met his master, Naraku.
' Why don't I know, why cant I figure this puzzle out.'
He was human, he knew that. Naraku called him by the name of Jack. He was the servant of Naraku, always had been for the past seven years. Anything before that was darkness. Did he have a family? Was he cared for?
' How could anyone care for you, your just a puppet, a servant of a sickeningly powerful demon, and once he has no more use for you he will destroy you.' A voice mumbled in his mind.
Jack didn't mind. Maybe death would be his first peace. Maybe, if there was an afterlife, he could finally rest his tired soul. Sometimes he wanted to end it, to kill himself and be free. Naraku though would probably bring him back to life with a shard from the Shikon Jewel. Jack didn't doubt it.
' Plus, what would that get you anyways. You still wouldn't know who you really were, and what your purpose was in life.'
True, point taken. Slowly he stood up and dusted his armor off. For being a killer, he liked things clean. Everything of his had to be clean and polished. He didn't know where the obsession had started; maybe he had it before he was with Naraku. Looking down, he kicked a rock into the lake. Another habit, for some reason he loved kicking things. Anything round and could roll, he would hit with his boot. When he was alone sometimes he would even make up these little nets on the group or in between a tree and kick the round object into it. Dumb, but it was pleasurable.
Jack looked down and picked up the wet cloak, when he saw something fall out from his armor and dangle on his neck. Lifting it up to eye level, he let out a sad sigh.
A painting, so it seemed. But so much more perfect. He didn't know what it was, but for some reason he wanted to always keep it close. He believed it might be his family, though he didn't know.
'Does it really matter; if Naraku had his way, they are probably dead. Just leave it at that.'
Sighing again, he cleaned off his cloak and prepared his dinner.
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Miroku yawned, his white fangs glaring in the sunlight.
' Sleepy.so sleepy.'
Chuckling to himself, he slipped on his black robes and walked outside. He kept trying to cut his sharp nails, but about an hour after he would do so, they would grow again. Finally, he gave up. Another yawn and a scratch on his back and he was outside.
" Hello Miss Kagome, Lady Sango." He greeted with a nod.
Both girls smiled at him and went back to their conversation. Feeling a little rejected, he walked off the porch and toward the middle of the village, remembering his dream.
It wasn't like the one the other night; he couldn't even say it was a dream, more like a vision. There was a creature, some kind of dog or something, growling and biting at him. Then another creature, no, not a creature, a human. He looked sad and depressed, as if there was some type of huge responsibility weighing him down. Both seemed so different, but then again, so alike.
' Who in the seven hells were they?' he asked himself.
Miroku knew no one could answer him. Maybe he was loosing it, but something in his mind told him he wasn't. Those two were real, and could mean trouble for him and the gang.
Another vision of the man. Miroku felt suddenly bed for him. He seemed so sad, almost to the point of a breakdown. His aura was dark, black, almost as bad as Naraku's, but Miroku felt as if he was hiding something.
' I may be wrong, but maybe I should tell the gang.'
Quickly he put that thought aside. They would never believe him and his stupid thoughts. They knew he was a liar, why would they believe him? He never earned their trust, so there was no point in telling them.
' Oh well, guess I will just have to keep this one to myself then.'
Yawning, he stretched and headed back toward Keade's hut, ready for a good meal and probably a slap on the face.
**** Yeah! Short, I know, I'm sorry. Please R&R! I would be really happy ya know. LOL. If you don't, thanks for reading anyways. See ya!!! ****
Chapter 7 The Mysterious Wonderer
The wild blew his long hair from his dark brown eyes. The cloak, now stained in blood from his last encounter with demons, was in the lake soaking.
' Please, someone, let me remember.'
He couldn't remember anything of his past. Nothing before the past seven years. Nothing before he met his master, Naraku.
' Why don't I know, why cant I figure this puzzle out.'
He was human, he knew that. Naraku called him by the name of Jack. He was the servant of Naraku, always had been for the past seven years. Anything before that was darkness. Did he have a family? Was he cared for?
' How could anyone care for you, your just a puppet, a servant of a sickeningly powerful demon, and once he has no more use for you he will destroy you.' A voice mumbled in his mind.
Jack didn't mind. Maybe death would be his first peace. Maybe, if there was an afterlife, he could finally rest his tired soul. Sometimes he wanted to end it, to kill himself and be free. Naraku though would probably bring him back to life with a shard from the Shikon Jewel. Jack didn't doubt it.
' Plus, what would that get you anyways. You still wouldn't know who you really were, and what your purpose was in life.'
True, point taken. Slowly he stood up and dusted his armor off. For being a killer, he liked things clean. Everything of his had to be clean and polished. He didn't know where the obsession had started; maybe he had it before he was with Naraku. Looking down, he kicked a rock into the lake. Another habit, for some reason he loved kicking things. Anything round and could roll, he would hit with his boot. When he was alone sometimes he would even make up these little nets on the group or in between a tree and kick the round object into it. Dumb, but it was pleasurable.
Jack looked down and picked up the wet cloak, when he saw something fall out from his armor and dangle on his neck. Lifting it up to eye level, he let out a sad sigh.
A painting, so it seemed. But so much more perfect. He didn't know what it was, but for some reason he wanted to always keep it close. He believed it might be his family, though he didn't know.
'Does it really matter; if Naraku had his way, they are probably dead. Just leave it at that.'
Sighing again, he cleaned off his cloak and prepared his dinner.
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Miroku yawned, his white fangs glaring in the sunlight.
' Sleepy.so sleepy.'
Chuckling to himself, he slipped on his black robes and walked outside. He kept trying to cut his sharp nails, but about an hour after he would do so, they would grow again. Finally, he gave up. Another yawn and a scratch on his back and he was outside.
" Hello Miss Kagome, Lady Sango." He greeted with a nod.
Both girls smiled at him and went back to their conversation. Feeling a little rejected, he walked off the porch and toward the middle of the village, remembering his dream.
It wasn't like the one the other night; he couldn't even say it was a dream, more like a vision. There was a creature, some kind of dog or something, growling and biting at him. Then another creature, no, not a creature, a human. He looked sad and depressed, as if there was some type of huge responsibility weighing him down. Both seemed so different, but then again, so alike.
' Who in the seven hells were they?' he asked himself.
Miroku knew no one could answer him. Maybe he was loosing it, but something in his mind told him he wasn't. Those two were real, and could mean trouble for him and the gang.
Another vision of the man. Miroku felt suddenly bed for him. He seemed so sad, almost to the point of a breakdown. His aura was dark, black, almost as bad as Naraku's, but Miroku felt as if he was hiding something.
' I may be wrong, but maybe I should tell the gang.'
Quickly he put that thought aside. They would never believe him and his stupid thoughts. They knew he was a liar, why would they believe him? He never earned their trust, so there was no point in telling them.
' Oh well, guess I will just have to keep this one to myself then.'
Yawning, he stretched and headed back toward Keade's hut, ready for a good meal and probably a slap on the face.
**** Yeah! Short, I know, I'm sorry. Please R&R! I would be really happy ya know. LOL. If you don't, thanks for reading anyways. See ya!!! ****