Disclaimer~ I don't own Inuyasha or any related characters.
Dialog "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Authors note~ Miroku's guardian Mushin dies and he finds himself utterly alone in the world. He moves to a new city and tries to make a clean break. Unfortunately, Miroku's pain and frustration is pushed over the edge and he begins slitting his wrists. He believes nobody really cares for him and it shouldn't matter at all, that is until Sango gets involved.
Crimson Tears
Chapter 1
Miroku stood silently over his parent's graves. It had been 12 years after they had passed away on this day and now laying next to them was Mushin. A light breeze blew on the peaceful hillside. Miroku's bangs brushed in front of his face hiding his tears. He took a deep breath trying to keep him from crying. He bent down and placed flowers over his parent's and Mushin's graves. Miroku stared quietly at his loved ones graves, a great feeling of grief and frustration over took him. Miroku struggled to form words in his mouth. "I'm sorry things turned out this way. None of you deserved to die the way you did."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Miroku sat happily in his car seat with a huge grin on his face. "It's my birthday today and I'm five whole years old. That's this many!" Miroku held up his hand and showed it to his mother who was sitting in the passenger seat.
She nodded happily to her son. "Yes, I know Miroku, daddy and I are taking you somewhere special today."
Miroku's eyes shined brightly filled with glee. "Really!" The excitement in the young boy's voice was evident. Miroku's mother nodded happily to him. "Really, really. It's your 5th birthday after all. You're a big boy now."
Miroku laughed happily. "Thanks mommy, thanks daddy. I love." Miroku's words were cut short by a bone screeching crash. Miroku could here the screams of his mother and father. He watched in horror as the windshield shattered and glass flew everywhere. Blood was everywhere; Miroku was covered in the dark sticky liquid. He looked down at his hands; they were covered in blood. Not his blood, but his parent's blood. Tears were streaming down Miroku's face. His voice quivered in fear. "Mommy? Daddy? Are you alright?"
His parents didn't answer; they both had died immediately after the crash.
"Mommy! Daddy!" The young boy burst into tears and everything went black. Miroku opened his eyes wearily; he wasn't in the car any more. He was now riding in an ambulance. He looked up at a man in the white outfit sitting next to him. "Where are my mommy and daddy?"
The man bit down on his lip hard. He looked at the boy with a great deal of pity. "I'm sorry, they didn't make it. You'll never see your mommy and daddy again."
The words didn't seem to comprehend in Miroku's mind. His stuttered his speech. "W. Why?"
A small tear ran down the man's cheek. He bent down and gave the kid a small hug. "I'm so sorry kid, they're dead, and they're not coming back."
"Dead?" Miroku struggled with the word. He quickly burst into another sob. The tears were flowing like a never-ending river. 'Mommy. Daddy. Why?'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Another Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Miroku sat quietly at his desk. He was concentrating on his math homework. He bit down on hard on his pencil, biting of the eraser. "Damnit! I hate math!"
The doorbell sounded and an annoying ring rang out through the house. Miroku groaned and got up. He walked slowly over to the front door and turned the knob. "Who is it?" Miroku was immediately taken back. He looked at the woman standing before him in a police officers' uniform. He eyed her wearily. "Can I help you?"
The woman nodded. "Yes, are you Miroku Hatsaharu?"
Miroku nodded quickly. "Yes, that's me."
The woman grimaced. "I'm very sorry, I have some bad news regarding your guardian, Mushin Mimura."
Miroku's eyes stared down at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with the officer. "What sort of bad news?"
The officers looked sadly at Miroku. "As of today your guardian has now deceased. He was walking down the street and a car that had been speeding didn't see him and hit him head on. He died immediately at the scene and suffered severe head trauma. I'm very sorry."
Miroku merely nodded and closed the door. He sprinted up to his room and slammed the door tightly behind him. He jumped on his bed and covered his head over a pillow, crying silently to himself. "Why? Why did this have to happen? It just isn't fair." Miroku sat up and punched his fist into the wall, nearly putting a hole into it. "It just isn't fair." Miroku held his throbbing hand and crouched down into a corner. Holding himself tightly in his arms and gently crying.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Miroku gripped his hand tightly to the side. 'It was on this day I lost my parents and a week ago when I had lost Mushin. Strange how my birthday marks such bad memories for me.' Miroku's face turned deathly serious as he stared deeply at the graves. "I promise, I'll make you all proud of me. Today's my 17th birthday; I'm nearly a man now. Like a man I'll take responsibility for everything that happens from now on. I'll loose my fear and doubt and make it through this. You'll see, I'm not that hopeless kid everyone thinks I' am." Miroku turned his back to the graves and began walking down the hillside. "Good bye Mother. Good-bye father, and good-bye Mushin. I promise I'll visit you all again soon." A man standing next to a blue car became visible. Miroku grimaced. 'He looks angry, I must have taken too long.'
"Hurry it up! I've got to get you to school yet." A tall man with long black hair tied back in a ponytail and goatee stood impatiently tapping his fingers on the hood of the car.
Miroku nodded and ran to the car. "I'm sorry that took so long. I sort of got lost in thought."
The man sighed and nodded. "Yeah, it's alright. I just don't want you to be late for your first day at your new school. So, get in the car and let's go."
Miroku opened the door and got in. He buckled his seatbelt and prepared himself for the drive ahead. He looked out the window as the peaceful hillside began to vanish from view.
"Listen Miroku, I know this must be hard on you and all but don't worry things will work out. Besides, I think you're going to like your new school."
"Maybe. Miroku turned to the man driving. "Uh, Mr. Kenada? What sort of school is it exactly?"
"Miroku, you can call me Kenji. The school is called Kangaku High. (a/n kangaku means encouragement of learning. It was the best I could do.) It's an average high school nothing unusual about it."
"I see, I take it that means I'll have to wear one of those ugly school uniforms."
Kenji looked at Miroku sternly. "Miroku, we've already been over this. I know you don't like the uniforms, because they look too "preppy" but you just have to deal with it."
Miroku grumbled something and turned to look out the window again. 'Maybe I'll be lucky and there will be some punks there. They can't all be preps. Can they?'
The car came to an abrupt stop. "Well, we're here. I'm not going to go in with you I've got to be somewhere. Good luck on your first day, and try not to scare all your teachers right away, please."
Miroku shut the car door and smiled back at Kenji. "I can't make any promises. I'll see ya later."
"Sayonara Miroku, and good luck." Kenji peeled out of the parking lot and down the street.
Miroku shook his head and entered the school building. The magnitude of the building was fairly large and had a large amount of hallways. 'Great, this place wont be too hard to get lost in.' Miroku noticed a woman standing at a small table in the entrance and walked over to her. "Excuse me miss, where is the main office?"
The woman who was reading the paper pointed down a long hallway. "Go down this hallway all the way to the end and it should be the room to your right."
"Arigato." Miroku departed from the woman and began walking down the long hallway. After about five minutes of walking Miroku was beginning to get annoyed. 'Man, how much further is it?' Miroku's face brightened up a bit. To his right was the main office. He walked in and waited patiently in front of the secretary who was jabbering on the phone.
The secretary noticed him and gave him that 'I'll be done in a second glance.'
Miroku sighed and tapped his foot on the floor. Five minutes had passed and the woman still wasn't off the phone. Miroku gritted his teeth. 'Will this bitch ever get off the phone, so I can get to my first class?'
The woman noticed Miroku's anxiety and quickly finished her conversation with the other line. "Sorry about that. What can I help you with?"
"I'm a new student here, Miroku Hatsaharu." Miroku squirmed as he stood upright in front of the woman. He was starting to get extremely antsy.
"Well Mr. Hatsaharu, I have your class schedule and a map of the school for you." The secretary handed him his things with a sweet smile. "Have a good first day here at Kangaku High."
Miroku rolled his eyes. "Oh ya, I'm sure I will." He exited the door and headed to his first class. He quickly scrolled down his schedule. 'Okay, lets see here, I have math first with Mr. Kawada. Great, just great, I just love math.' Miroku took a quick glance at his map and headed for his first class. 'It's ironic how my first class is the class I despise the most. I wonder what sort of people I'll meet.' Miroku continued is long walk looking around at all the classrooms that all seemed to look the same. 'God, I have a feeling it's going to be a long day.' Miroku trudged on and eventually found his first class. He stood at the doorway and took a deep breath. "Well, here goes nothing." Miroku turned the knob and entered the classroom.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of chapter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, that's all she wrote for the first chapter. It's not too long but I didn't want to have a whole lot in the first chapter. I promise my next updates will be longer. I'll try updating as much and as often as possible. Sometimes that means a few days and other times that means almost a week. It all sort of depends. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, it was sort of meant to give you some background information for the story. Can't wait to get some good reviews from you people. Thanks to any one and everyone who reviews!
Next chapter, Miroku meets some interesting classmates and all ready starts raising hell. Expect the update to be around Friday or so.
That's all for now,
Zero.
Dialog "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Authors note~ Miroku's guardian Mushin dies and he finds himself utterly alone in the world. He moves to a new city and tries to make a clean break. Unfortunately, Miroku's pain and frustration is pushed over the edge and he begins slitting his wrists. He believes nobody really cares for him and it shouldn't matter at all, that is until Sango gets involved.
Crimson Tears
Chapter 1
Miroku stood silently over his parent's graves. It had been 12 years after they had passed away on this day and now laying next to them was Mushin. A light breeze blew on the peaceful hillside. Miroku's bangs brushed in front of his face hiding his tears. He took a deep breath trying to keep him from crying. He bent down and placed flowers over his parent's and Mushin's graves. Miroku stared quietly at his loved ones graves, a great feeling of grief and frustration over took him. Miroku struggled to form words in his mouth. "I'm sorry things turned out this way. None of you deserved to die the way you did."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Miroku sat happily in his car seat with a huge grin on his face. "It's my birthday today and I'm five whole years old. That's this many!" Miroku held up his hand and showed it to his mother who was sitting in the passenger seat.
She nodded happily to her son. "Yes, I know Miroku, daddy and I are taking you somewhere special today."
Miroku's eyes shined brightly filled with glee. "Really!" The excitement in the young boy's voice was evident. Miroku's mother nodded happily to him. "Really, really. It's your 5th birthday after all. You're a big boy now."
Miroku laughed happily. "Thanks mommy, thanks daddy. I love." Miroku's words were cut short by a bone screeching crash. Miroku could here the screams of his mother and father. He watched in horror as the windshield shattered and glass flew everywhere. Blood was everywhere; Miroku was covered in the dark sticky liquid. He looked down at his hands; they were covered in blood. Not his blood, but his parent's blood. Tears were streaming down Miroku's face. His voice quivered in fear. "Mommy? Daddy? Are you alright?"
His parents didn't answer; they both had died immediately after the crash.
"Mommy! Daddy!" The young boy burst into tears and everything went black. Miroku opened his eyes wearily; he wasn't in the car any more. He was now riding in an ambulance. He looked up at a man in the white outfit sitting next to him. "Where are my mommy and daddy?"
The man bit down on his lip hard. He looked at the boy with a great deal of pity. "I'm sorry, they didn't make it. You'll never see your mommy and daddy again."
The words didn't seem to comprehend in Miroku's mind. His stuttered his speech. "W. Why?"
A small tear ran down the man's cheek. He bent down and gave the kid a small hug. "I'm so sorry kid, they're dead, and they're not coming back."
"Dead?" Miroku struggled with the word. He quickly burst into another sob. The tears were flowing like a never-ending river. 'Mommy. Daddy. Why?'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Another Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Miroku sat quietly at his desk. He was concentrating on his math homework. He bit down on hard on his pencil, biting of the eraser. "Damnit! I hate math!"
The doorbell sounded and an annoying ring rang out through the house. Miroku groaned and got up. He walked slowly over to the front door and turned the knob. "Who is it?" Miroku was immediately taken back. He looked at the woman standing before him in a police officers' uniform. He eyed her wearily. "Can I help you?"
The woman nodded. "Yes, are you Miroku Hatsaharu?"
Miroku nodded quickly. "Yes, that's me."
The woman grimaced. "I'm very sorry, I have some bad news regarding your guardian, Mushin Mimura."
Miroku's eyes stared down at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with the officer. "What sort of bad news?"
The officers looked sadly at Miroku. "As of today your guardian has now deceased. He was walking down the street and a car that had been speeding didn't see him and hit him head on. He died immediately at the scene and suffered severe head trauma. I'm very sorry."
Miroku merely nodded and closed the door. He sprinted up to his room and slammed the door tightly behind him. He jumped on his bed and covered his head over a pillow, crying silently to himself. "Why? Why did this have to happen? It just isn't fair." Miroku sat up and punched his fist into the wall, nearly putting a hole into it. "It just isn't fair." Miroku held his throbbing hand and crouched down into a corner. Holding himself tightly in his arms and gently crying.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Miroku gripped his hand tightly to the side. 'It was on this day I lost my parents and a week ago when I had lost Mushin. Strange how my birthday marks such bad memories for me.' Miroku's face turned deathly serious as he stared deeply at the graves. "I promise, I'll make you all proud of me. Today's my 17th birthday; I'm nearly a man now. Like a man I'll take responsibility for everything that happens from now on. I'll loose my fear and doubt and make it through this. You'll see, I'm not that hopeless kid everyone thinks I' am." Miroku turned his back to the graves and began walking down the hillside. "Good bye Mother. Good-bye father, and good-bye Mushin. I promise I'll visit you all again soon." A man standing next to a blue car became visible. Miroku grimaced. 'He looks angry, I must have taken too long.'
"Hurry it up! I've got to get you to school yet." A tall man with long black hair tied back in a ponytail and goatee stood impatiently tapping his fingers on the hood of the car.
Miroku nodded and ran to the car. "I'm sorry that took so long. I sort of got lost in thought."
The man sighed and nodded. "Yeah, it's alright. I just don't want you to be late for your first day at your new school. So, get in the car and let's go."
Miroku opened the door and got in. He buckled his seatbelt and prepared himself for the drive ahead. He looked out the window as the peaceful hillside began to vanish from view.
"Listen Miroku, I know this must be hard on you and all but don't worry things will work out. Besides, I think you're going to like your new school."
"Maybe. Miroku turned to the man driving. "Uh, Mr. Kenada? What sort of school is it exactly?"
"Miroku, you can call me Kenji. The school is called Kangaku High. (a/n kangaku means encouragement of learning. It was the best I could do.) It's an average high school nothing unusual about it."
"I see, I take it that means I'll have to wear one of those ugly school uniforms."
Kenji looked at Miroku sternly. "Miroku, we've already been over this. I know you don't like the uniforms, because they look too "preppy" but you just have to deal with it."
Miroku grumbled something and turned to look out the window again. 'Maybe I'll be lucky and there will be some punks there. They can't all be preps. Can they?'
The car came to an abrupt stop. "Well, we're here. I'm not going to go in with you I've got to be somewhere. Good luck on your first day, and try not to scare all your teachers right away, please."
Miroku shut the car door and smiled back at Kenji. "I can't make any promises. I'll see ya later."
"Sayonara Miroku, and good luck." Kenji peeled out of the parking lot and down the street.
Miroku shook his head and entered the school building. The magnitude of the building was fairly large and had a large amount of hallways. 'Great, this place wont be too hard to get lost in.' Miroku noticed a woman standing at a small table in the entrance and walked over to her. "Excuse me miss, where is the main office?"
The woman who was reading the paper pointed down a long hallway. "Go down this hallway all the way to the end and it should be the room to your right."
"Arigato." Miroku departed from the woman and began walking down the long hallway. After about five minutes of walking Miroku was beginning to get annoyed. 'Man, how much further is it?' Miroku's face brightened up a bit. To his right was the main office. He walked in and waited patiently in front of the secretary who was jabbering on the phone.
The secretary noticed him and gave him that 'I'll be done in a second glance.'
Miroku sighed and tapped his foot on the floor. Five minutes had passed and the woman still wasn't off the phone. Miroku gritted his teeth. 'Will this bitch ever get off the phone, so I can get to my first class?'
The woman noticed Miroku's anxiety and quickly finished her conversation with the other line. "Sorry about that. What can I help you with?"
"I'm a new student here, Miroku Hatsaharu." Miroku squirmed as he stood upright in front of the woman. He was starting to get extremely antsy.
"Well Mr. Hatsaharu, I have your class schedule and a map of the school for you." The secretary handed him his things with a sweet smile. "Have a good first day here at Kangaku High."
Miroku rolled his eyes. "Oh ya, I'm sure I will." He exited the door and headed to his first class. He quickly scrolled down his schedule. 'Okay, lets see here, I have math first with Mr. Kawada. Great, just great, I just love math.' Miroku took a quick glance at his map and headed for his first class. 'It's ironic how my first class is the class I despise the most. I wonder what sort of people I'll meet.' Miroku continued is long walk looking around at all the classrooms that all seemed to look the same. 'God, I have a feeling it's going to be a long day.' Miroku trudged on and eventually found his first class. He stood at the doorway and took a deep breath. "Well, here goes nothing." Miroku turned the knob and entered the classroom.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of chapter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, that's all she wrote for the first chapter. It's not too long but I didn't want to have a whole lot in the first chapter. I promise my next updates will be longer. I'll try updating as much and as often as possible. Sometimes that means a few days and other times that means almost a week. It all sort of depends. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, it was sort of meant to give you some background information for the story. Can't wait to get some good reviews from you people. Thanks to any one and everyone who reviews!
Next chapter, Miroku meets some interesting classmates and all ready starts raising hell. Expect the update to be around Friday or so.
That's all for now,
Zero.