Chapter Two
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Miroku ran out the door with Kriselle at his heel. They had to find Inuyasha, because they both knew that he could cause a lot of unnecessary damage. He was heading for the woods. Thank God for footprints, thought Kriselle, trying to keep up with Miroku. The sky was gray, and it looked like it might rain. Kriselle was lost in thought. What was going to happen to Inuyasha? Had he snapped?
She continued walking, not realizing that Miroku had stopped. It was only when he had come up behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist that Kriselle realized what she was doing. She spun around and kissed him softly, the wind picking up and blowing her deep chestnut hair into her face. Miroku brushed it out of her eyes and smiled down at her.
A part of her wanted to stay in this spot forever, but she knew that they had to find Inuyasha before something happened. "We have to go," she said, pulling away from him. She pulled her wind blown hair up and continued down the path. Miroku looked saddened. She knew this look, and as much as she wanted to keep kissing him she knew it could not be done. She turned back and smiled at Miroku, then began to walk again. It was not long before they reached a fork in the path, and could no longer see the footprints in the dark. "We'll have to camp," said Miroku, sitting on a nearby log. Kriselle sat down, and was not at all amused at the feeling of sitting on a pile of sharp rocks.
Miroku stifled a giggle. "What?" She exclaimed, crossing her arms in a huff. "Of course YOU'VE never known the feeling of having a sharp rock up your." The statement was cut off by the sound of familiar nearby growling. It couldn't be. Inuyasha? She thought, trying to find Miroku in the dark. Shit, where are you Miroku? The growling began to get louder and louder, and it appeared that Miroku was not on the log like before. Kriselle was not good in the dark. And it didn't help that someone was there, growling like a wolf.
She let out a small shriek when something grabbed her arm. A hand slapped over her mouth, and, whatever it was, whispered in her ear. "It's only me," came Miroku's calm voice, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He held her close as the growling began to get farther and farther away. Whatever it was, it was gone.
"That was Inuyasha," Miroku didn't need to tell her this, since it was obvious. And they would have to follow him. Here they were, no shelter or food, deep into the woods, far from civilization. Unable to fend for themselves.
"Lets just go," suggested Kriselle finally. "But there are two paths," Miroku pointed this out. They both knew what they were going to have to do. Split up. Neither of them had much experience traveling, let alone fighting, alone, but they didn't have much choice in the matter. So, it was decided-Miroku would take the left path and Kriselle the right. And they began on their way.
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Miroku ran out the door with Kriselle at his heel. They had to find Inuyasha, because they both knew that he could cause a lot of unnecessary damage. He was heading for the woods. Thank God for footprints, thought Kriselle, trying to keep up with Miroku. The sky was gray, and it looked like it might rain. Kriselle was lost in thought. What was going to happen to Inuyasha? Had he snapped?
She continued walking, not realizing that Miroku had stopped. It was only when he had come up behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist that Kriselle realized what she was doing. She spun around and kissed him softly, the wind picking up and blowing her deep chestnut hair into her face. Miroku brushed it out of her eyes and smiled down at her.
A part of her wanted to stay in this spot forever, but she knew that they had to find Inuyasha before something happened. "We have to go," she said, pulling away from him. She pulled her wind blown hair up and continued down the path. Miroku looked saddened. She knew this look, and as much as she wanted to keep kissing him she knew it could not be done. She turned back and smiled at Miroku, then began to walk again. It was not long before they reached a fork in the path, and could no longer see the footprints in the dark. "We'll have to camp," said Miroku, sitting on a nearby log. Kriselle sat down, and was not at all amused at the feeling of sitting on a pile of sharp rocks.
Miroku stifled a giggle. "What?" She exclaimed, crossing her arms in a huff. "Of course YOU'VE never known the feeling of having a sharp rock up your." The statement was cut off by the sound of familiar nearby growling. It couldn't be. Inuyasha? She thought, trying to find Miroku in the dark. Shit, where are you Miroku? The growling began to get louder and louder, and it appeared that Miroku was not on the log like before. Kriselle was not good in the dark. And it didn't help that someone was there, growling like a wolf.
She let out a small shriek when something grabbed her arm. A hand slapped over her mouth, and, whatever it was, whispered in her ear. "It's only me," came Miroku's calm voice, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He held her close as the growling began to get farther and farther away. Whatever it was, it was gone.
"That was Inuyasha," Miroku didn't need to tell her this, since it was obvious. And they would have to follow him. Here they were, no shelter or food, deep into the woods, far from civilization. Unable to fend for themselves.
"Lets just go," suggested Kriselle finally. "But there are two paths," Miroku pointed this out. They both knew what they were going to have to do. Split up. Neither of them had much experience traveling, let alone fighting, alone, but they didn't have much choice in the matter. So, it was decided-Miroku would take the left path and Kriselle the right. And they began on their way.