Disclaimer~ I don't own Inuyasha or any related characters.
Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Authors note~ I've just been loving the reviews I've been getting for the story. I had a great turn out for chapter 9 and even though I've got a lot of homework I've decided to try and get this chapter up nice and early.
Chapter 10
Miroku began searching the streets for refuge somewhere. He knew he needed somewhere he could spend the night, but he wouldn't allow himself to beg strangers to take him in for a night or two. It was beginning to get dark outside and he was still looking for somewhere to go. Things were looking grim for him. He decided to delay his search for a while and rest somewhere. He noticed a small fast food restaurant at the corner of the street and walked inside thankful for a place to rest.
He let a sigh of relief as he sank down in his seat in a small booth. "Damn, now what am I going to do? I don't want to impose on any one and ask to spend the night, but I really don't want to stay out on the streets tonight or any other night."
He let out a small groan. "Perfect, I have no place to stay tonight and it's practically already tonight." He laid his head down against the table and drifted off into sleep. All the walking he had down today took its toll on him.
Sango stood on the front porch of Miroku's house. She was debating whether or not to knock on the door and visit him to see if he was okay. Part of her urged her own but the other part felt too embarrassed to. She took in a deep breath and knocked on the door. 'God I hope this was the right thing to do.'
Kenji came to the door and was instantly surprised to see a young female like Sango standing at his doorstep. "Can I help you?" Sango nodded. She was doing her best to not sound over concerned about Miroku but still worried about him. "Yes, my name is Sango. I'm one of Miroku's classmates. He wasn't at school today and I was wondering if he was okay." She paused, hoping Kenji wasn't upset. "Is here? Can I talk with him?"
Kenji frowned; he wasn't expecting one of Miroku's classmates to actually care enough to come check up on him. "I'm sorry he's not here."
Sango tried to hold back her surprise. She was really hoping, no expecting Miroku to be there safe and warm unharmed, over all just fine. "When is he coming back?"
Kenji's frown deepened. "He's not."
A tinge of heartache struck Sango. Her first reaction was sadness and fear that something had happened to him. Her next reaction was anger; she blamed herself for not knowing that something was going on. "Why? Why isn't he coming back!?" The frustration in her voice was easy to detect.
Kenji growled, he didn't like all these questions Sango was asking. "Because I threw him out of my house. He was a nuisance and troublemaker. I have no idea where he went off to and could really care less."
Sango's anger erupted inside of her, just like a volcano bringing with the explosion causalities. "What do you mean you threw him out and you don't care!? How can you say that!?"
"Listen! I'm not going to play twenty questions with you. If you give such a damn about him go find him yourself and don't bother me about him! I'm done putting up with him." He slammed the door in Sango's face leaving her there in disbelief and sheer anger.
The sudden reality of Miroku being kicked out of his house and him now being lost and alone somewhere in the city terrified her. She really cared for him and it pained her to think how alone and distraught he must be. She ran off the front porch disgusted to even be in the presence of a man like Kenji.
She wasn't very sure where she may find Miroku but was certainly going to be her best to find him. She had to, she couldn't loose him. "Miroku please be alright, I'm coming. I wont let you suffer like this, I'll be there for you."
Miroku could feel someone shaking him. He reluctantly opened his eyes seeing a janitor standing behind him. "What is it?"
"I have to lock up the restaurant now, and you need to be getting going. You can't stay locked in here."
Miroku nodded. "Yeah, sorry for troubling you." He got up and walked out of the shop, surprised to see darkness surrounding him. "It sure got dark real quick." He let out a small sigh. "Guess I can just wander around till I can find somewhere safe to spend the night. Great."
He wandered around the streets looking for a vacant alley or somewhere safe and out of everyone's attention. Everywhere he went he was shot cold stares and pitied glances from other passersby. Everyone judged his actions no one cared to ask about his situation. That's how people are now, most just care about themselves and their lives. They'd rather not get involved with someone else's bad situation.
Miroku tried to remain unfazed by the way people looked at him. It didn't bother him that they stared he didn't blame them but in the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder why people don't care to ask.
'Don't people care anymore? Are we all so caught up in ourselves that we don't worry about others?" He shook the thoughts from his mind. 'No, it's my fault in the first place getting stuck in this bad situation but still. Does anyone care?'
He felt a cold breeze breach his skin and shivered. It was getting colder out and he didn't have a jacket or anything warm on. He only had a long sleeve shirt and a pair of pants. He wanted desperately to have a sweatshirt or something warm to cover him. He was beginning to freeze. He cursed himself mentally as it began to rain, and he was still without shelter.
'Damnit. At this rate I'll be a popsicle before I ever find a warm dry place to spend the night. Face it there's nowhere to go, I might as well curl up in some back alley and hope I make it through the night.'
He groaned. 'That's really not a good idea but if I don't have any other choice I'm going to have to.' The thought of spending the night in an alley didn't thrill Miroku, but he knew he was running out of options. He stopped and back tracked to the alley he just saw behind him.
His sneakers squeaked as he walked down the sidewalk the rain still poring down on him. He entered the dark alley and to his surprise found a small area covered by a roof. The area was an entrance to an abandon parts shop. The entrance to the shop was boarded up but there was still an overhang over the doorway allowing Miroku some shelter from the rain.
He brushed up against the door doing his best to stay under the overhang. He smiled slightly to himself. "Well at least I'm out of the rain this way. I'd prefer to have a blanket or something to cover me, but I guess you take what you get." He shivered, goose bumps crawled up his arms. "Damn, it's so cold."
A wicked wind blew piercing every inch of Miroku's body. The wind cut through him like a knife through butter, it was merciless. Every second a gust of wind picked up Miroku felt a thousand knives being pierced into his skin. Like a painful new acupuncture.
He choked a small smile. "This is fucking ridiculous. I'll be lucky if I make it through the night. I swear, somebody up there hates me." He grimaced as thunder began booming in the background. "I could use a guardian angel about now."
Sango continued her perilous search for Miroku. Not wanting to give up over a little rain.or a lot. She knew she had to be giving up soon, but she couldn't stand the thought of abandoning him when he needed her most. She ran up and down the streets, growing more frantic by the second. "Miroku! Miroku! MIROKU! Where are you!? Miroku!"
Miroku closed his eyes tightly, tears were rolling down his face. 'God, please don't let me die. Please let this all just be a nightmare. Just let me wake up, I can't take it anymore.' He let out a small anguished cry.
"Why!? Why me!? Everything I ever loved is taken from me, everything I once had is gone, and I'm cold and alone. I have nothing! Absolutely nothing! Why me god, why me!?"
Miroku's screaming rang out through the streets. His deafening cry nobody could ignore, his anguish and pain came rushing out. He couldn't hold back anymore it was all too overwhelming.
"Somebody just shoot me now, let the nightmare end. I'm tired of being so alone, so wet, and so cold. I don't want to live if things are going to be this way. I'd rather. I'd rather."
Dark thoughts invaded Miroku's mind. The sudden urge to want to cut himself came rushing back to him. His body shook nervously, he wanted to feel the sensation of being both dead and alive again. "I don't want to, but I can't stop myself. I have to cut myself."
He reached down into his pocket expecting to find his pocket knife. To his astonishment it wasn't there. 'Damn, the hospital must have found it when they took off my clothes.' He left the safety of the overhang to look for something sharp. Anything that could breach his skin. Success, he found a broken bottle.
Without hesitation he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his other marks from previous cuts. He picked up the bottle and gingerly ran it up and down his arm. Being careful not to press too deep and cause severe bleeding like last time. The edges of the bottle were just sharp enough to go through his skin with a little amount of applied pressure. He stopped a moment feeling the blood run down his arm. He squeezed his arm tightly not wanting it to bleed any further.
"I have to stop now or I'll end up dead. I don't want to really die, I just don't want to be here either. Everything is so hopeless, I have nothing or no one. I'm alone. I'm just alone."
Miroku threw the bottle at the wall of the alley and curled back up under his small shelter. He held himself tightly as blood continued to seeping out from under his shirt. He whispered a poem silently to himself.
I sit alone,
Cold and afraid.
Nothing to keep me warm,
But my own arms.
I grip myself tightly,
Trying to keep myself in reality.
The soft sound of rain pitter patting above me.
It soothes and comforts me.
Deep within me I'm terrified.
I try not to show it,
But rather hide.
It's easier to run
Than to let it all come out from inside,
I'm overwhelmed as everything breaks around me,
Just like glass it shatters.
Shards of everything I once had
Are scattered about me.
I'm still unable to pick up the pieces.
The sharp edges piercing my skin.
I give in!
I'll learn to live without,
After all it's all my fault.
I'm the one
Who cut myself...
"That's a nice poem buddy boy."
Miroku turned to his right seeing to his surprise a group of thugs. "What do you want?"
The man who appeared to Miroku to be the ring leader smiled. "Nothing, we was just wondering if we could trouble you for a couple dollars. You see we lost our wallets and we need some money to call our mothers." The man smiled, showing his crooked teeth.
Miroku stared coldly at him, showing no signs of emotion. "I don't have any money, so get lost."
The man frowned obviously upset over Miroku's reply. "That's a shame for you then buddy." The man balled up a tight fist. "We don't like punk kids coming around here not wanting to help someone out."
Miroku stood up, realizing he was going to be getting himself into a brawl. "No, I think you just like to pick on weaker people because it makes you feel better. Well go ahead, fight me, and beat the shit out of me, whatever. See what I care." Miroku readied himself for the beating, since he was injured he knew there was no way to win.
The man shrugged. "I was hoping you'd be a little more resilient, but you take what you get. Lets get'em boys!"
In a matter of seconds four guys were all over Miroku. Each one of them taking shots at the injured teen. He did his best to try and defend himself but it was a wasted effort. For every punch he blocked there was another blow hitting him somewhere. He himself landed a few good punches but it wasn't enough. These guys were tough, more than just street thugs.
Miroku backed away from the four men who were regrouping getting ready to pounce on him. He coughed up a fair amount of blood and kneeled down on knee. His vision was getting fuzzy and it was hard for him to see the four dark figures coming at him. He braced himself for the worst, and got it.
The four figures ganged up on him and unleashed hell. The ring leader picked him up slammed him against the wall over and over again. A few times the sound of his head banging against the pavement could be heard. He dropped him to the ground and let the others have their way with him.
Another man punched him in the face repeatedly, and didn't stop till his fist was covered in blood. The rest of the group had their fun kicking him around like he was a soccer ball.
Miroku shrieked out in pain. He couldn't hold it in anymore. It was all so unreal, so painful.
"That's enough", the ring leader shouted. "We don't need to fucking kill the kid although he maybe half dead right now. Pick him up and dispose of him then let's go."
A tall burley man picked Miroku up and slung him over his shoulder. He rested him on the street corner just outside the alley. "There, this way someone will be able to see you and get help if you're lucky. God speed kid, you'll need it."
The man walked away following the rest of the group leaving Miroku unconscious and severely beaten lying out on the sidewalk in plain view for anyone to find.
Sango stopped running a moment. She was panting trying to catch her breath after running so much. "Miroku, I wont give up. Not yet, I'll find you." She continued searching but slowed her pace. She was slowly approaching the shadier side of town and wanted to watch herself. She noticed a group of men walking opposite of her side of the street and grew more and more concerned.
"Oh god Miroku, please be alright." Her pace quickened, and her pulse intensified. She could sense she was getting closer. Then just off in the distance she saw something lying on the sidewalk. She ran to lump hoping it wasn't Miroku. "Miroku! Miroku!"
Miroku struggled to open his eyes. His whole body ached and it hurt to even shiver. "Sango? Is that you, Sango?"
"Miroku!" Sango ran to his side and held him tightly in her arms. "Oh god Miroku."
He tried to smirk, hoping to ease Sango's fear. "Hey Sango, long time no see. I missed you."
His attempts failed, she was afraid. Tears quickly began running down her cheeks. "Oh Miroku, I'm so sorry. I'll call for help, you're going to be alright"
Miroku shook his head. "Don't please, I beg you. Don't call an ambulance or anything like that. I'll be fine, just help me stand up."
Sango shook her head. "No way! You're hurt, badly! You need help right away. I can't care for injuries like this."
He nodded understanding but still not wanting to give up. "Then do you know someone who can?"
"Yeah, I do know someone. My father is a trained physician, he can help you."
He halfheartedly smiled glad to be safe again. "Good, thanks, a lot. You don't have to help me like this. You could just leave me here."
"Don't talk like that! Of course I'd help you! I wouldn't just let you die out here cold and alone."
"Thanks Sango." He smiled and closed his eyes, letting himself fall unconscious yet again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of chapter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, that's all for this chapter. Miroku got the shit beat out of him and basically went through hell, but Sango was able to find him and will hopefully get him some help. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks to all my reviewers from last chapter.
Inu-Shounen~ Of course there will be more cutting, it's one of the main points in the fic.
Sango-chan~ Well, it wasn't a garbage can at least.
Blulily07~ He's going to get some help, I wouldn't let my boy be turned into a street kid.
Lar-lar~ Sango's reaction is coming soon, wait for it.
Rissi-sama~ You know me, I just love to end it at cliffies.
Fanfictiongeek63~ I never stop a story till I finish.
Insomnia-maniac~ It's okay, I maybe swamped but because I care I write. That's just the type of idiot I am.
That's all for the kick ass reviews for this chapter. Don't expect an update really soon again. I don't know why I update so quickly, out of a whim for you fans who really want to know what happened to our boy I guess. Any way read enjoy and please review. Thanks!
Next chapter~ Sango is pulled deeper into Miroku and his situation as she learns more and more about him and his pain he's been carrying with him.
Expect an update around Thursday or Friday.
Adios for now,
Zero.
Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Authors note~ I've just been loving the reviews I've been getting for the story. I had a great turn out for chapter 9 and even though I've got a lot of homework I've decided to try and get this chapter up nice and early.
Chapter 10
Miroku began searching the streets for refuge somewhere. He knew he needed somewhere he could spend the night, but he wouldn't allow himself to beg strangers to take him in for a night or two. It was beginning to get dark outside and he was still looking for somewhere to go. Things were looking grim for him. He decided to delay his search for a while and rest somewhere. He noticed a small fast food restaurant at the corner of the street and walked inside thankful for a place to rest.
He let a sigh of relief as he sank down in his seat in a small booth. "Damn, now what am I going to do? I don't want to impose on any one and ask to spend the night, but I really don't want to stay out on the streets tonight or any other night."
He let out a small groan. "Perfect, I have no place to stay tonight and it's practically already tonight." He laid his head down against the table and drifted off into sleep. All the walking he had down today took its toll on him.
Sango stood on the front porch of Miroku's house. She was debating whether or not to knock on the door and visit him to see if he was okay. Part of her urged her own but the other part felt too embarrassed to. She took in a deep breath and knocked on the door. 'God I hope this was the right thing to do.'
Kenji came to the door and was instantly surprised to see a young female like Sango standing at his doorstep. "Can I help you?" Sango nodded. She was doing her best to not sound over concerned about Miroku but still worried about him. "Yes, my name is Sango. I'm one of Miroku's classmates. He wasn't at school today and I was wondering if he was okay." She paused, hoping Kenji wasn't upset. "Is here? Can I talk with him?"
Kenji frowned; he wasn't expecting one of Miroku's classmates to actually care enough to come check up on him. "I'm sorry he's not here."
Sango tried to hold back her surprise. She was really hoping, no expecting Miroku to be there safe and warm unharmed, over all just fine. "When is he coming back?"
Kenji's frown deepened. "He's not."
A tinge of heartache struck Sango. Her first reaction was sadness and fear that something had happened to him. Her next reaction was anger; she blamed herself for not knowing that something was going on. "Why? Why isn't he coming back!?" The frustration in her voice was easy to detect.
Kenji growled, he didn't like all these questions Sango was asking. "Because I threw him out of my house. He was a nuisance and troublemaker. I have no idea where he went off to and could really care less."
Sango's anger erupted inside of her, just like a volcano bringing with the explosion causalities. "What do you mean you threw him out and you don't care!? How can you say that!?"
"Listen! I'm not going to play twenty questions with you. If you give such a damn about him go find him yourself and don't bother me about him! I'm done putting up with him." He slammed the door in Sango's face leaving her there in disbelief and sheer anger.
The sudden reality of Miroku being kicked out of his house and him now being lost and alone somewhere in the city terrified her. She really cared for him and it pained her to think how alone and distraught he must be. She ran off the front porch disgusted to even be in the presence of a man like Kenji.
She wasn't very sure where she may find Miroku but was certainly going to be her best to find him. She had to, she couldn't loose him. "Miroku please be alright, I'm coming. I wont let you suffer like this, I'll be there for you."
Miroku could feel someone shaking him. He reluctantly opened his eyes seeing a janitor standing behind him. "What is it?"
"I have to lock up the restaurant now, and you need to be getting going. You can't stay locked in here."
Miroku nodded. "Yeah, sorry for troubling you." He got up and walked out of the shop, surprised to see darkness surrounding him. "It sure got dark real quick." He let out a small sigh. "Guess I can just wander around till I can find somewhere safe to spend the night. Great."
He wandered around the streets looking for a vacant alley or somewhere safe and out of everyone's attention. Everywhere he went he was shot cold stares and pitied glances from other passersby. Everyone judged his actions no one cared to ask about his situation. That's how people are now, most just care about themselves and their lives. They'd rather not get involved with someone else's bad situation.
Miroku tried to remain unfazed by the way people looked at him. It didn't bother him that they stared he didn't blame them but in the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder why people don't care to ask.
'Don't people care anymore? Are we all so caught up in ourselves that we don't worry about others?" He shook the thoughts from his mind. 'No, it's my fault in the first place getting stuck in this bad situation but still. Does anyone care?'
He felt a cold breeze breach his skin and shivered. It was getting colder out and he didn't have a jacket or anything warm on. He only had a long sleeve shirt and a pair of pants. He wanted desperately to have a sweatshirt or something warm to cover him. He was beginning to freeze. He cursed himself mentally as it began to rain, and he was still without shelter.
'Damnit. At this rate I'll be a popsicle before I ever find a warm dry place to spend the night. Face it there's nowhere to go, I might as well curl up in some back alley and hope I make it through the night.'
He groaned. 'That's really not a good idea but if I don't have any other choice I'm going to have to.' The thought of spending the night in an alley didn't thrill Miroku, but he knew he was running out of options. He stopped and back tracked to the alley he just saw behind him.
His sneakers squeaked as he walked down the sidewalk the rain still poring down on him. He entered the dark alley and to his surprise found a small area covered by a roof. The area was an entrance to an abandon parts shop. The entrance to the shop was boarded up but there was still an overhang over the doorway allowing Miroku some shelter from the rain.
He brushed up against the door doing his best to stay under the overhang. He smiled slightly to himself. "Well at least I'm out of the rain this way. I'd prefer to have a blanket or something to cover me, but I guess you take what you get." He shivered, goose bumps crawled up his arms. "Damn, it's so cold."
A wicked wind blew piercing every inch of Miroku's body. The wind cut through him like a knife through butter, it was merciless. Every second a gust of wind picked up Miroku felt a thousand knives being pierced into his skin. Like a painful new acupuncture.
He choked a small smile. "This is fucking ridiculous. I'll be lucky if I make it through the night. I swear, somebody up there hates me." He grimaced as thunder began booming in the background. "I could use a guardian angel about now."
Sango continued her perilous search for Miroku. Not wanting to give up over a little rain.or a lot. She knew she had to be giving up soon, but she couldn't stand the thought of abandoning him when he needed her most. She ran up and down the streets, growing more frantic by the second. "Miroku! Miroku! MIROKU! Where are you!? Miroku!"
Miroku closed his eyes tightly, tears were rolling down his face. 'God, please don't let me die. Please let this all just be a nightmare. Just let me wake up, I can't take it anymore.' He let out a small anguished cry.
"Why!? Why me!? Everything I ever loved is taken from me, everything I once had is gone, and I'm cold and alone. I have nothing! Absolutely nothing! Why me god, why me!?"
Miroku's screaming rang out through the streets. His deafening cry nobody could ignore, his anguish and pain came rushing out. He couldn't hold back anymore it was all too overwhelming.
"Somebody just shoot me now, let the nightmare end. I'm tired of being so alone, so wet, and so cold. I don't want to live if things are going to be this way. I'd rather. I'd rather."
Dark thoughts invaded Miroku's mind. The sudden urge to want to cut himself came rushing back to him. His body shook nervously, he wanted to feel the sensation of being both dead and alive again. "I don't want to, but I can't stop myself. I have to cut myself."
He reached down into his pocket expecting to find his pocket knife. To his astonishment it wasn't there. 'Damn, the hospital must have found it when they took off my clothes.' He left the safety of the overhang to look for something sharp. Anything that could breach his skin. Success, he found a broken bottle.
Without hesitation he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his other marks from previous cuts. He picked up the bottle and gingerly ran it up and down his arm. Being careful not to press too deep and cause severe bleeding like last time. The edges of the bottle were just sharp enough to go through his skin with a little amount of applied pressure. He stopped a moment feeling the blood run down his arm. He squeezed his arm tightly not wanting it to bleed any further.
"I have to stop now or I'll end up dead. I don't want to really die, I just don't want to be here either. Everything is so hopeless, I have nothing or no one. I'm alone. I'm just alone."
Miroku threw the bottle at the wall of the alley and curled back up under his small shelter. He held himself tightly as blood continued to seeping out from under his shirt. He whispered a poem silently to himself.
I sit alone,
Cold and afraid.
Nothing to keep me warm,
But my own arms.
I grip myself tightly,
Trying to keep myself in reality.
The soft sound of rain pitter patting above me.
It soothes and comforts me.
Deep within me I'm terrified.
I try not to show it,
But rather hide.
It's easier to run
Than to let it all come out from inside,
I'm overwhelmed as everything breaks around me,
Just like glass it shatters.
Shards of everything I once had
Are scattered about me.
I'm still unable to pick up the pieces.
The sharp edges piercing my skin.
I give in!
I'll learn to live without,
After all it's all my fault.
I'm the one
Who cut myself...
"That's a nice poem buddy boy."
Miroku turned to his right seeing to his surprise a group of thugs. "What do you want?"
The man who appeared to Miroku to be the ring leader smiled. "Nothing, we was just wondering if we could trouble you for a couple dollars. You see we lost our wallets and we need some money to call our mothers." The man smiled, showing his crooked teeth.
Miroku stared coldly at him, showing no signs of emotion. "I don't have any money, so get lost."
The man frowned obviously upset over Miroku's reply. "That's a shame for you then buddy." The man balled up a tight fist. "We don't like punk kids coming around here not wanting to help someone out."
Miroku stood up, realizing he was going to be getting himself into a brawl. "No, I think you just like to pick on weaker people because it makes you feel better. Well go ahead, fight me, and beat the shit out of me, whatever. See what I care." Miroku readied himself for the beating, since he was injured he knew there was no way to win.
The man shrugged. "I was hoping you'd be a little more resilient, but you take what you get. Lets get'em boys!"
In a matter of seconds four guys were all over Miroku. Each one of them taking shots at the injured teen. He did his best to try and defend himself but it was a wasted effort. For every punch he blocked there was another blow hitting him somewhere. He himself landed a few good punches but it wasn't enough. These guys were tough, more than just street thugs.
Miroku backed away from the four men who were regrouping getting ready to pounce on him. He coughed up a fair amount of blood and kneeled down on knee. His vision was getting fuzzy and it was hard for him to see the four dark figures coming at him. He braced himself for the worst, and got it.
The four figures ganged up on him and unleashed hell. The ring leader picked him up slammed him against the wall over and over again. A few times the sound of his head banging against the pavement could be heard. He dropped him to the ground and let the others have their way with him.
Another man punched him in the face repeatedly, and didn't stop till his fist was covered in blood. The rest of the group had their fun kicking him around like he was a soccer ball.
Miroku shrieked out in pain. He couldn't hold it in anymore. It was all so unreal, so painful.
"That's enough", the ring leader shouted. "We don't need to fucking kill the kid although he maybe half dead right now. Pick him up and dispose of him then let's go."
A tall burley man picked Miroku up and slung him over his shoulder. He rested him on the street corner just outside the alley. "There, this way someone will be able to see you and get help if you're lucky. God speed kid, you'll need it."
The man walked away following the rest of the group leaving Miroku unconscious and severely beaten lying out on the sidewalk in plain view for anyone to find.
Sango stopped running a moment. She was panting trying to catch her breath after running so much. "Miroku, I wont give up. Not yet, I'll find you." She continued searching but slowed her pace. She was slowly approaching the shadier side of town and wanted to watch herself. She noticed a group of men walking opposite of her side of the street and grew more and more concerned.
"Oh god Miroku, please be alright." Her pace quickened, and her pulse intensified. She could sense she was getting closer. Then just off in the distance she saw something lying on the sidewalk. She ran to lump hoping it wasn't Miroku. "Miroku! Miroku!"
Miroku struggled to open his eyes. His whole body ached and it hurt to even shiver. "Sango? Is that you, Sango?"
"Miroku!" Sango ran to his side and held him tightly in her arms. "Oh god Miroku."
He tried to smirk, hoping to ease Sango's fear. "Hey Sango, long time no see. I missed you."
His attempts failed, she was afraid. Tears quickly began running down her cheeks. "Oh Miroku, I'm so sorry. I'll call for help, you're going to be alright"
Miroku shook his head. "Don't please, I beg you. Don't call an ambulance or anything like that. I'll be fine, just help me stand up."
Sango shook her head. "No way! You're hurt, badly! You need help right away. I can't care for injuries like this."
He nodded understanding but still not wanting to give up. "Then do you know someone who can?"
"Yeah, I do know someone. My father is a trained physician, he can help you."
He halfheartedly smiled glad to be safe again. "Good, thanks, a lot. You don't have to help me like this. You could just leave me here."
"Don't talk like that! Of course I'd help you! I wouldn't just let you die out here cold and alone."
"Thanks Sango." He smiled and closed his eyes, letting himself fall unconscious yet again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of chapter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, that's all for this chapter. Miroku got the shit beat out of him and basically went through hell, but Sango was able to find him and will hopefully get him some help. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks to all my reviewers from last chapter.
Inu-Shounen~ Of course there will be more cutting, it's one of the main points in the fic.
Sango-chan~ Well, it wasn't a garbage can at least.
Blulily07~ He's going to get some help, I wouldn't let my boy be turned into a street kid.
Lar-lar~ Sango's reaction is coming soon, wait for it.
Rissi-sama~ You know me, I just love to end it at cliffies.
Fanfictiongeek63~ I never stop a story till I finish.
Insomnia-maniac~ It's okay, I maybe swamped but because I care I write. That's just the type of idiot I am.
That's all for the kick ass reviews for this chapter. Don't expect an update really soon again. I don't know why I update so quickly, out of a whim for you fans who really want to know what happened to our boy I guess. Any way read enjoy and please review. Thanks!
Next chapter~ Sango is pulled deeper into Miroku and his situation as she learns more and more about him and his pain he's been carrying with him.
Expect an update around Thursday or Friday.
Adios for now,
Zero.