Disclaimer~ I don't own Inuyasha or any related characters.
Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Authors note~ I've gotten a lot of good reviews for the 3rd chapter I'm really happy about that. I really appreciate all the reviews I've been getting and I just hope it keeps up. Thanks a whole lot you guys!
Chapter 4
Miroku put his hand up to his cheek feeling the impact of Kenji's fist. Miroku's first reaction was complete surprise. He just stared at Kenji wide- eyed for a moment.
Kenji sighed. "I'm sorry Miroku, but you're pushing me over the edge with this silent treatment bull shit of yours. I want to help you but I can't if you don't talk to me." Kenji took another step closer to Miroku trying to slowly comfort him.
"No." Miroku let his hand drop from his face to his side clenching it into a tight fist. "That's not a good reason for hitting me. Don't make excuses for yourself!" Miroku's anger began to flare up. He took a step towards Kenji as if he was challenging him. "You're just like everyone else! I don't need help, I need you to leave me the hell alone."
Kenji responded to Miroku's newfound aggression by landing another hard punch to his face.
Miroku was thrown back by the hard punch and fell to the ground. He immediately got up and wrestled Kenji to the ground and held him down tightly. "You're not my father and you don't have the right to hit me like that! Do you understand? You're not my father!"
Kenji gritted his teeth and broke Miroku's hold on him. He got up and kicked Miroku in the face. "You're right, I'm not your father. If I was I would have taught you some respect a long time ago. Miroku you should be more appreciative towards me. I took you in and took care of you when no one else would."
Miroku winced in pain and struggled to his feet. A small trickle of blood was running down from his mouth. "What are you talking about?"
Kenji sneered. "After Mushin died nobody wanted to take care of you. All of your mother's and father's friends thought you would be too big of a liability to them. When I heard about your situation I was hesitant to take you in but in the end I decided to." Kenji walked back over to Miroku and put his hand on his shoulder. "So, you see if it wasn't for me you'd be in a boys home or out on the streets somewhere. Now I expect you show proper respect to me or I'll be forced to apply discipline by any means necessary."
Miroku noticed Kenji's hand on his shoulder he wiped the blood off of his lips and smiled lightly. "You're right, I should be grateful. Let me extend my gratitude towards you." Miroku removed his other hand from Kenji's shoulder and used it to hit Kenji in the stomach.
Kenji lost his breath from the blow and fell to his knees gripping his stomach tightly. He let out a small cry of pain and got back on his feet. "You brat!" Kenji leaped on top of Miroku and tackled him to the ground. He sat on top Miroku and hit him numerous times on the face. After about the fifth or sixth blow Miroku's face was covered in blood. Kenji got off of Miroku and landed a hard kick to his side.
Miroku immediately cried out in pain, as he lay on the ground helpless covered in blood.
Kenji frowned. "I didn't enjoy doing that but hopefully that will teach you a lesson about respect." Kenji turned and walked out of Miroku's room slamming the door loudly behind him.
Miroku sat up a minute and coughed up a small amount of blood. He quickly wiped the blood from his mouth and dragged himself over to his bed. Miroku plopped on top of the bed and laid there silently staying completely still. Tears ran down Miroku's mixing with the blood that was still coming from his mouth. Miroku shut his eyes tightly and let out a small cry. 'Is life suppose to hurt this much? I feel like I'm dying here tonight and I wonder. Does anyone even care?
Sango stared down at the hot plate of steaming Ramen noodles sitting in front of her and sighed.
Sango's father turned to her with a small frown on his face. "Is there something wrong Sango? You've barely touched any of your food."
Kohaku nodded in agreement. "Yeah sis, what's bugging ya?"
Sango shrugged. "I guess I'm still upset over something that happened today with a boy from school." The image of Miroku's scared face flashed into her mind. 'He was so scared and frightened.'
Hashikkoi nodded (a/n hashikkoi means smart; clever; nimble; agile in Japanese. I didn't know if Sango's dad already had a name or not. If he does tell me that in the review so I can change it, thanks.) "I see. What exactly happened with this boy?"
Sango played around with her Ramen with her chopsticks. "Nothing really. He's a new student and just transferred to our school today. He already started a massive food fight in the cafeteria and blew up the staff bathroom with Inuyasha."
Kohaku sat there confused. 'That doesn't tell us anything. What's she hiding?'
"Sango dear, you didn't answer my question. You didn't tell me anything at all except that he's a trouble maker."
Sango looked up at her father and back at her plate. "Maybe. But there's something more to him. I don't know what it is about him but I get an odd feeling whenever I'm around him. It's like he's hiding some deep secret and I just can't help but want to get involved with him." Sango looked back up from her plate to her father and brother who were staring strangely at her. "What!?"
Kohaku giggled and cleaned off his plate. "It's nothing Sango, really." Kohaku left the kitchen and ran up to his room. He laid down on his bed and exploded in laughter. 'I can't believe Sango has the hots for a guy and doesn't even realize it herself. The look on her face was just classic.'
Sango turned her attention back to her father. "Dad, what have you been feeding Kohaku? I swear there's something wrong with that boy."
"There's nothing wrong with Kohaku dear, I think he just finds it funny that you've fallen for this guy you've been talking about."
"What! Have not!" Sango crossed her arms and pouted.
Hashikkoi chuckled. "Your feelings betray you Sango."
Sango mumbled something about a stupid father and went back to pouting. 'Then again.' Sango's expression softened and a light shade of pink spread across her cheeks. 'Maybe I do like him.' Sango shook her head wildly and ran upstairs to her room. She jumped on top of her bed and laughed nervously. 'I couldn't possibly like Miroku! Could I?'
Miroku opened his eyes and let out a small groan. He put his hand to his face and winced in pain. "It feels like someone did a tap dance on my face." Miroku got up and walked over to a small mirror hanging over his dresser. His face was swollen and puffy and a huge bruise was beginning to form. It looked like he got the shit beaten out of him, which he did. Miroku sighed and laid back down on his bed.
'How am I going to explain this at school? I would guess more than one of my teachers may be a little bit suspicious why I look like someone older and stronger manhandled me. Not to mention I may have to face that awful counselor again.' The image of the bitch counselor flashed in Miroku's mind. Miroku covered his hands over his face and took a deep breath. 'This is all too much. Everything is falling apart and nothing seems to be going right for me.'
Miroku rolled over on his side and fell to the floor. 'Great just great. I can't even lie down without falling.' Miroku sighed and banged his head against the floor. 'Maybe if I'm lucky I'll bang my head enough times to kill myself. Sometimes I just want to end it all. All this pain, all this torment, all this suffering. I feel so helpless and alone. If I were dead at least I could be with you mother and father. Mushin. All of you, I could live happily and not have to worry about any of this.' Miroku shook his head and got up off the floor and laid back down on his bed. 'What am I thinking? Do I really want to kill myself?'
These questions plagued Miroku's mind. Part of him wanted to live and part of him wished to die. 'There's no in-between. I can never truly be happy when I don't even know what I want.' Miroku sat on top of his bed and looked down at his hands tears dripped down and gently fell on top of them. Miroku closed his eyes as more tears escaped. 'I've got to get this pain out of me. I need to get rid of it. I gotta.' Miroku opened his eyes and turned to his dresser, sitting there was a pocketknife. He picked it up and took out the blade. He sat there staring at it for a moment, infixed with its beauty. 'Can I do this? Can I really go through with this?'
Miroku's hand began to shake at the thought of running the blade through his skin. Miroku shook his head and regained his composure. 'No, I can do this. I have to. I have to get rid of the pain.' Miroku closed his eyes and ran the blade through his wrist. A surging feeling of adrenaline rushed through him as blood began to flow out of the wound. Miroku looked down at his wrist in shock. He pressed his hand down in attempts to stop the bleeding but blood continued to pour from in-between his fingers. Miroku released his grip over his wrist and looked as his hand that was soaked in blood.
'I really did it. I really cut myself. I feel so strange, it's almost like I enjoyed doing it.' Miroku picked up the knife and ran it through his skin again over his other cut. This time making it deeper and doing it with more aggression. This time a new feeling came over him, a feeling of relief. He watched as this deeper cut had quickly drenched his whole wrist in blood. Miroku drew in quick shallow breaths, the room was beginning to become fuzzy and his body was now numb.
Miroku lay on the floor with his eyes glazed over and blood still seeping from his wounds. 'I'm not alive, but I'm not dead. I've found the in- between of the two. Now that I've found what I've been looking for I don't know if I can ever stop. Please, someone make me stop.' Miroku closed his eyes and let the darkness embrace him.
Sango carefully opened her eyes and looked around her room. A small yawn escaped her mouth as she stretched out her arms and legs. 'I guess I was pretty exhausted after the day I had.' The image of Sango hugging Miroku flashed into her mind. 'Still, I can't help but wonder if he's alright. I wish I had his phone number so I could call him or something.' Sango smacked her hand on her forehead. 'What am I thinking!? I don't want to get involved with this guy, I barely even know him. Still, he needs help.' Sango sighed and picked up her phone and dialed Inuyasha's number. 'If anyone would know it's him.'
"Moshi moshi?"
"Inuyasha, I need a favor from you."
"This isn't Inuyasha, this is his half brother Sessho-maru."
"Gomen. Could you please get Inuyasha for me?"
"Yes, hang on a minute." Sessho-maru ran upstairs throwing his brother the phone. "Some wench is on the phone for you little brother."
Sango twitching after hearing what Sessho-maru said accidentally over the receiver
Inuyasha nodded. 'Must be that stupid Kagome again.' "Alright, get out of my room now Fluffy." Inuyasha picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Inuyasha, it's me Sango."
"Sango? What the hell are you calling me for?"
"It's a pleasure to talk with you too, Inuyasha. I'm calling to ask you a favor actually."
"A favor huh. What sort of favor?"
"Do you have Miroku's phone number?"
Inuyasha smirked. "Maybe, maybe not. All depends on why you want it."
'Damn you Inuyasha! I had hoped you wouldn't be this much of an ass about this.'
"Sango?"
"Huh? Oh sorry."
"Why do you want the number?"
Sango sighed. "Because I'm worried about him and I want to talk to him."
Inuyasha stroked his chin. "That's a good reason and I'd give the number to you if I had it, but I don't. Sorry."
"WHAT!?"
"Relax, I just like messing with you Sango."
"So you do have the number then?"
"Nope. Like I said, I just like messing with ya."
"Click." Sango threw the phone to the ground. "Damn you Inuyasha!" Sango sighed and laid back on her bed. 'I guess I can't call him. Miroku, please be alright.'
Miroku warily opened his eyes his head was killing him and he was still numb. "What happened?" Miroku looked down at his wrist which had dry blood crusted over it. "That's right, I had been slitting my wrists and passed out. Miroku got up and hobbled over to his desk. He grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil and furiously began to write.
I've thought of you over the years
And have cried a million tears.
When I think of what I am without,
I lie down and cut myself.
Memories of your forgotten smile,
Flashbacks of your loving embrace,
Such things I hold so dear to me.
It's now all clear to me,
I still am able to hold you near to me,
Still you aren't here for me.
I'm still alone.
I'm still without.
When I think of such things,
I go and cut myself.
I pretend I don't care,
When really I'm deep into despair.
I mask my emotions,
When really they yearn to be freed.
With every cut a draw into my skin,
I can feel all my pain escape from within.
Blood soaked clothes
And streams of tears.
The pain is still there,
It's never gone.
But with each swipe of the blade across my skin,
It reminds me how I'm only human.
I can't do without you,
I don't want to really hurt myself,
But here I am with the knife in hand.
I jab deep into my skin,
Cries of pain begin to ring out.
As I sit here alone
And cut myself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of chapter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, that's all for the 4th chapter. It wasn't as long as my other chapters but hey this seemed like a good place to end. Don't worry I'll be sure to update soon though. Or I'll try at least. Thanks to all the reviewers I had for this chapter. You all kick so much ass!
Inu-shounen~ I finally got the part you so desperately wanted to read. Hope it's everything you wanted it to be.
Rissi-Sama~ I'm sad cuz I need to be. This is a sad and dramatic story and it needs to be portrayed that way to get the full effect of the meaning of the story. Besides, at least Miroku got a good shot at Kenji.
Missy-bee~ The boy is already messed up enough without drugs. God knows how fucked up he'd be if Kouga got him addicted on those. And I don't want to add Kouga. This fic doesn't have a lot of room for other characters.
Blulily7~ Okay, crappy cliffy I know but it was a necessary evil you could say.
Aamalie~ Thanks for the compliment and I'll continue to try and update soon.
Rain angst~ It's good to see reviews from you. You too are a very loyal reviewer, thanks.
Sweet Chaos~ Thanks for telling me that, I'll be sure to fix it soon. Oh and it was a pleasure to read the rest of Truly Madly Deeply. It was a great fic.
Hush~ Glad you want more and I find it interesting that this brought up a moment for you. Counselors do suck ass.they must die. Any way, glad you're liking it and I hope you review again.
Lar-lar~ Thanks a lot for the compliment. I luv angst too! Hope this update came soon enough for you.
Well, that's all of my reviewers from this chapter. I hope to see more reviews from you guys. You all rock! ^_^
Next chapter, more school problems and Sango is continuing to get more and more drawn to Miroku. Along with this desire to learn more about him gives her even more suspicions of what's really going on with him than before. It should be interesting.
Adios for now,
Zero
Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Authors note~ I've gotten a lot of good reviews for the 3rd chapter I'm really happy about that. I really appreciate all the reviews I've been getting and I just hope it keeps up. Thanks a whole lot you guys!
Chapter 4
Miroku put his hand up to his cheek feeling the impact of Kenji's fist. Miroku's first reaction was complete surprise. He just stared at Kenji wide- eyed for a moment.
Kenji sighed. "I'm sorry Miroku, but you're pushing me over the edge with this silent treatment bull shit of yours. I want to help you but I can't if you don't talk to me." Kenji took another step closer to Miroku trying to slowly comfort him.
"No." Miroku let his hand drop from his face to his side clenching it into a tight fist. "That's not a good reason for hitting me. Don't make excuses for yourself!" Miroku's anger began to flare up. He took a step towards Kenji as if he was challenging him. "You're just like everyone else! I don't need help, I need you to leave me the hell alone."
Kenji responded to Miroku's newfound aggression by landing another hard punch to his face.
Miroku was thrown back by the hard punch and fell to the ground. He immediately got up and wrestled Kenji to the ground and held him down tightly. "You're not my father and you don't have the right to hit me like that! Do you understand? You're not my father!"
Kenji gritted his teeth and broke Miroku's hold on him. He got up and kicked Miroku in the face. "You're right, I'm not your father. If I was I would have taught you some respect a long time ago. Miroku you should be more appreciative towards me. I took you in and took care of you when no one else would."
Miroku winced in pain and struggled to his feet. A small trickle of blood was running down from his mouth. "What are you talking about?"
Kenji sneered. "After Mushin died nobody wanted to take care of you. All of your mother's and father's friends thought you would be too big of a liability to them. When I heard about your situation I was hesitant to take you in but in the end I decided to." Kenji walked back over to Miroku and put his hand on his shoulder. "So, you see if it wasn't for me you'd be in a boys home or out on the streets somewhere. Now I expect you show proper respect to me or I'll be forced to apply discipline by any means necessary."
Miroku noticed Kenji's hand on his shoulder he wiped the blood off of his lips and smiled lightly. "You're right, I should be grateful. Let me extend my gratitude towards you." Miroku removed his other hand from Kenji's shoulder and used it to hit Kenji in the stomach.
Kenji lost his breath from the blow and fell to his knees gripping his stomach tightly. He let out a small cry of pain and got back on his feet. "You brat!" Kenji leaped on top of Miroku and tackled him to the ground. He sat on top Miroku and hit him numerous times on the face. After about the fifth or sixth blow Miroku's face was covered in blood. Kenji got off of Miroku and landed a hard kick to his side.
Miroku immediately cried out in pain, as he lay on the ground helpless covered in blood.
Kenji frowned. "I didn't enjoy doing that but hopefully that will teach you a lesson about respect." Kenji turned and walked out of Miroku's room slamming the door loudly behind him.
Miroku sat up a minute and coughed up a small amount of blood. He quickly wiped the blood from his mouth and dragged himself over to his bed. Miroku plopped on top of the bed and laid there silently staying completely still. Tears ran down Miroku's mixing with the blood that was still coming from his mouth. Miroku shut his eyes tightly and let out a small cry. 'Is life suppose to hurt this much? I feel like I'm dying here tonight and I wonder. Does anyone even care?
Sango stared down at the hot plate of steaming Ramen noodles sitting in front of her and sighed.
Sango's father turned to her with a small frown on his face. "Is there something wrong Sango? You've barely touched any of your food."
Kohaku nodded in agreement. "Yeah sis, what's bugging ya?"
Sango shrugged. "I guess I'm still upset over something that happened today with a boy from school." The image of Miroku's scared face flashed into her mind. 'He was so scared and frightened.'
Hashikkoi nodded (a/n hashikkoi means smart; clever; nimble; agile in Japanese. I didn't know if Sango's dad already had a name or not. If he does tell me that in the review so I can change it, thanks.) "I see. What exactly happened with this boy?"
Sango played around with her Ramen with her chopsticks. "Nothing really. He's a new student and just transferred to our school today. He already started a massive food fight in the cafeteria and blew up the staff bathroom with Inuyasha."
Kohaku sat there confused. 'That doesn't tell us anything. What's she hiding?'
"Sango dear, you didn't answer my question. You didn't tell me anything at all except that he's a trouble maker."
Sango looked up at her father and back at her plate. "Maybe. But there's something more to him. I don't know what it is about him but I get an odd feeling whenever I'm around him. It's like he's hiding some deep secret and I just can't help but want to get involved with him." Sango looked back up from her plate to her father and brother who were staring strangely at her. "What!?"
Kohaku giggled and cleaned off his plate. "It's nothing Sango, really." Kohaku left the kitchen and ran up to his room. He laid down on his bed and exploded in laughter. 'I can't believe Sango has the hots for a guy and doesn't even realize it herself. The look on her face was just classic.'
Sango turned her attention back to her father. "Dad, what have you been feeding Kohaku? I swear there's something wrong with that boy."
"There's nothing wrong with Kohaku dear, I think he just finds it funny that you've fallen for this guy you've been talking about."
"What! Have not!" Sango crossed her arms and pouted.
Hashikkoi chuckled. "Your feelings betray you Sango."
Sango mumbled something about a stupid father and went back to pouting. 'Then again.' Sango's expression softened and a light shade of pink spread across her cheeks. 'Maybe I do like him.' Sango shook her head wildly and ran upstairs to her room. She jumped on top of her bed and laughed nervously. 'I couldn't possibly like Miroku! Could I?'
Miroku opened his eyes and let out a small groan. He put his hand to his face and winced in pain. "It feels like someone did a tap dance on my face." Miroku got up and walked over to a small mirror hanging over his dresser. His face was swollen and puffy and a huge bruise was beginning to form. It looked like he got the shit beaten out of him, which he did. Miroku sighed and laid back down on his bed.
'How am I going to explain this at school? I would guess more than one of my teachers may be a little bit suspicious why I look like someone older and stronger manhandled me. Not to mention I may have to face that awful counselor again.' The image of the bitch counselor flashed in Miroku's mind. Miroku covered his hands over his face and took a deep breath. 'This is all too much. Everything is falling apart and nothing seems to be going right for me.'
Miroku rolled over on his side and fell to the floor. 'Great just great. I can't even lie down without falling.' Miroku sighed and banged his head against the floor. 'Maybe if I'm lucky I'll bang my head enough times to kill myself. Sometimes I just want to end it all. All this pain, all this torment, all this suffering. I feel so helpless and alone. If I were dead at least I could be with you mother and father. Mushin. All of you, I could live happily and not have to worry about any of this.' Miroku shook his head and got up off the floor and laid back down on his bed. 'What am I thinking? Do I really want to kill myself?'
These questions plagued Miroku's mind. Part of him wanted to live and part of him wished to die. 'There's no in-between. I can never truly be happy when I don't even know what I want.' Miroku sat on top of his bed and looked down at his hands tears dripped down and gently fell on top of them. Miroku closed his eyes as more tears escaped. 'I've got to get this pain out of me. I need to get rid of it. I gotta.' Miroku opened his eyes and turned to his dresser, sitting there was a pocketknife. He picked it up and took out the blade. He sat there staring at it for a moment, infixed with its beauty. 'Can I do this? Can I really go through with this?'
Miroku's hand began to shake at the thought of running the blade through his skin. Miroku shook his head and regained his composure. 'No, I can do this. I have to. I have to get rid of the pain.' Miroku closed his eyes and ran the blade through his wrist. A surging feeling of adrenaline rushed through him as blood began to flow out of the wound. Miroku looked down at his wrist in shock. He pressed his hand down in attempts to stop the bleeding but blood continued to pour from in-between his fingers. Miroku released his grip over his wrist and looked as his hand that was soaked in blood.
'I really did it. I really cut myself. I feel so strange, it's almost like I enjoyed doing it.' Miroku picked up the knife and ran it through his skin again over his other cut. This time making it deeper and doing it with more aggression. This time a new feeling came over him, a feeling of relief. He watched as this deeper cut had quickly drenched his whole wrist in blood. Miroku drew in quick shallow breaths, the room was beginning to become fuzzy and his body was now numb.
Miroku lay on the floor with his eyes glazed over and blood still seeping from his wounds. 'I'm not alive, but I'm not dead. I've found the in- between of the two. Now that I've found what I've been looking for I don't know if I can ever stop. Please, someone make me stop.' Miroku closed his eyes and let the darkness embrace him.
Sango carefully opened her eyes and looked around her room. A small yawn escaped her mouth as she stretched out her arms and legs. 'I guess I was pretty exhausted after the day I had.' The image of Sango hugging Miroku flashed into her mind. 'Still, I can't help but wonder if he's alright. I wish I had his phone number so I could call him or something.' Sango smacked her hand on her forehead. 'What am I thinking!? I don't want to get involved with this guy, I barely even know him. Still, he needs help.' Sango sighed and picked up her phone and dialed Inuyasha's number. 'If anyone would know it's him.'
"Moshi moshi?"
"Inuyasha, I need a favor from you."
"This isn't Inuyasha, this is his half brother Sessho-maru."
"Gomen. Could you please get Inuyasha for me?"
"Yes, hang on a minute." Sessho-maru ran upstairs throwing his brother the phone. "Some wench is on the phone for you little brother."
Sango twitching after hearing what Sessho-maru said accidentally over the receiver
Inuyasha nodded. 'Must be that stupid Kagome again.' "Alright, get out of my room now Fluffy." Inuyasha picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Inuyasha, it's me Sango."
"Sango? What the hell are you calling me for?"
"It's a pleasure to talk with you too, Inuyasha. I'm calling to ask you a favor actually."
"A favor huh. What sort of favor?"
"Do you have Miroku's phone number?"
Inuyasha smirked. "Maybe, maybe not. All depends on why you want it."
'Damn you Inuyasha! I had hoped you wouldn't be this much of an ass about this.'
"Sango?"
"Huh? Oh sorry."
"Why do you want the number?"
Sango sighed. "Because I'm worried about him and I want to talk to him."
Inuyasha stroked his chin. "That's a good reason and I'd give the number to you if I had it, but I don't. Sorry."
"WHAT!?"
"Relax, I just like messing with you Sango."
"So you do have the number then?"
"Nope. Like I said, I just like messing with ya."
"Click." Sango threw the phone to the ground. "Damn you Inuyasha!" Sango sighed and laid back on her bed. 'I guess I can't call him. Miroku, please be alright.'
Miroku warily opened his eyes his head was killing him and he was still numb. "What happened?" Miroku looked down at his wrist which had dry blood crusted over it. "That's right, I had been slitting my wrists and passed out. Miroku got up and hobbled over to his desk. He grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil and furiously began to write.
I've thought of you over the years
And have cried a million tears.
When I think of what I am without,
I lie down and cut myself.
Memories of your forgotten smile,
Flashbacks of your loving embrace,
Such things I hold so dear to me.
It's now all clear to me,
I still am able to hold you near to me,
Still you aren't here for me.
I'm still alone.
I'm still without.
When I think of such things,
I go and cut myself.
I pretend I don't care,
When really I'm deep into despair.
I mask my emotions,
When really they yearn to be freed.
With every cut a draw into my skin,
I can feel all my pain escape from within.
Blood soaked clothes
And streams of tears.
The pain is still there,
It's never gone.
But with each swipe of the blade across my skin,
It reminds me how I'm only human.
I can't do without you,
I don't want to really hurt myself,
But here I am with the knife in hand.
I jab deep into my skin,
Cries of pain begin to ring out.
As I sit here alone
And cut myself.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of chapter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, that's all for the 4th chapter. It wasn't as long as my other chapters but hey this seemed like a good place to end. Don't worry I'll be sure to update soon though. Or I'll try at least. Thanks to all the reviewers I had for this chapter. You all kick so much ass!
Inu-shounen~ I finally got the part you so desperately wanted to read. Hope it's everything you wanted it to be.
Rissi-Sama~ I'm sad cuz I need to be. This is a sad and dramatic story and it needs to be portrayed that way to get the full effect of the meaning of the story. Besides, at least Miroku got a good shot at Kenji.
Missy-bee~ The boy is already messed up enough without drugs. God knows how fucked up he'd be if Kouga got him addicted on those. And I don't want to add Kouga. This fic doesn't have a lot of room for other characters.
Blulily7~ Okay, crappy cliffy I know but it was a necessary evil you could say.
Aamalie~ Thanks for the compliment and I'll continue to try and update soon.
Rain angst~ It's good to see reviews from you. You too are a very loyal reviewer, thanks.
Sweet Chaos~ Thanks for telling me that, I'll be sure to fix it soon. Oh and it was a pleasure to read the rest of Truly Madly Deeply. It was a great fic.
Hush~ Glad you want more and I find it interesting that this brought up a moment for you. Counselors do suck ass.they must die. Any way, glad you're liking it and I hope you review again.
Lar-lar~ Thanks a lot for the compliment. I luv angst too! Hope this update came soon enough for you.
Well, that's all of my reviewers from this chapter. I hope to see more reviews from you guys. You all rock! ^_^
Next chapter, more school problems and Sango is continuing to get more and more drawn to Miroku. Along with this desire to learn more about him gives her even more suspicions of what's really going on with him than before. It should be interesting.
Adios for now,
Zero