I want to own Miroku... His heart, at least. But. That is Sango's. And
Rumiko Takahashis. Mainly Sango's. XD
I think I'll change my name to Sango..
Here is the fic
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The sun traced its fingers eagerly over the mountains, adorning the sky with a vibrant carnation and amber crown, gentle lilac tones like jewels encrusted into it. Soft light ran along the Earths chocolate and emerald toned flesh, causing day dwelling creatures to stir. With them woke the taijiya. Lifting her head with a sigh as the light ran along her eyelids, she couldn't help but glance around. The hut retained still it's near unpiercable darkness, other than the beams of light that had attempted to invade when the door had been opened, and fluttered closed.
Curiosity settled upon Sango. Glancing once more at the figures lingering still within the dark hut, she noted on to be missing. Though in the darkness one couldn't tell, her brows pulled together slightly. Standing slowly, she pushed open the obi, and stepped into the harsh light, the suns increase in altitude washing away the spectrum of color just moments before she did. Her brows pushing into a squint, she raised a hand, frowning lightly. Who had left she knew was Miroku.
Rolling her eyes, she heaved a soft sigh, wearily trailing in the direction she supposed he had gone. The forest.
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The trees towered high above his head, but the houshi paid them little heed. Even when one tossed a pinecone toward him as if to get a reaction, he hardly flinched. It was obvious he was in though.
Miroku took slow, deliberate steps, a smile upon his face that would suggest he was relishing in the beauty around him. Though by the fix of his violet pools once could tell he wasn't, if the well enough knew him. Luckily, very few knew him so well as that. Perhaps Sango alone. Pausing, the houshi fell to musing, eyes upon his cursed hand. Murmuring a soft sigh, he shook his head, ebony bangs dancing briefly as he did, his eyes closed for but that second.
Glancing up once again, Miroku eyed the sky, eyes dancing over the multitude of blue tones. Blue. Was that not the color of sorrow? Yet people preferred the powder blue sky to the cloud strewn silver sky. The blue bore the sun, and the gray bore rain. The rain was a sumptuous example of sorrow. While silver and gold were usually jovial. Thus one could easily assume each day to bear sorrow, if only in small quantities. So far through his nineteen years, the houshi had found so, even if the sorrow was subtle. He could never evade it, for he carried death with him.
Though before joining with Inuyasha and Kagome in their paired quest, he'd never feared, nor expressed sorrow for his oncoming death. Certainly it was something he never wanted, but he had accepted it. Yet upon meeting, and growing to know his friends, he had found fear and despair had been concealed long within him. He was like any other in that way. He feared loosing those he cared for. He feared loosing himself. Yet he marched with a smile upon his face to meet each day, and all obstacles it anchored.
Leaning and then sliding down the trunk of a tree, Miroku retained his gaze upon the sky. How many of the smiles he wore had been false. Had his concealment of his true emotion been so deep he had masked it from himself as well? It seemed he had. Until he had met Sango. That was when things began. That was when the truth began to leak from where it had been so well hidden, pouring to where he could recognize it. He wasn't sure if he cared for it. Though he realized he was far less virtuous than he had earlier imagined. He had succeeded in lying to himself. And to what avail? As Sango had been met, he shod away his self-protection. Luckily for him he managed to conceal the majority of emotion from the others. Simply he was living a lie. And he knew why, too. He clearly knew why his mask had cracked seeing Sango hurt. So near death. Because he loved her. Had she died with her would have gone all meaning the hosuhi had found in life, all purpose, all desire to live. With her would have gone a great chunk of himself. An amount so large he doubted he'd survive without it.
He'd had others torn from him before. And he feared it even more than the death that daily stalked him. He feared her demise above all else. If she was gone he was forfeit. And yet he must content himself with confiding the knowledge only within himself. In fear she returned his feelings, and was hurt upon his death. True he knew he could not keep her from loving him; he merely could pretend he could. Deepen the lie he already was consumed by. He longed to show the truth, but he feared it as well, because he didn't know the majority of it. He had forgotten himself. He knew he touched women where they objected, as well as asked them his vexing question to keep them at bay. No need in a sullen mood with his death that went further than friendship. That alone was nearly too much. He knew he was a follower of Buddha. He knew little else that was true.
Turning finally his gaze from the sky, Miroku looked upon the kaza-ana. Sighing, he beheld it. Were it not for the dreaded curse, he'd be free to love, and receive it. To be himself.
A soft whisper of leaves as they clashed with one another drew his attention quickly. On his feet, Shakujou in hand and ready, the monk eyed the bushes with suspicion. When from them stepped the taijiya, he sighed in relief, before concern ebbed over his features. "Sango.. You ought not be walking just yet..."
The girl rolled her eyes.
Sighing, the monk nodded toward the village. "Let's head back. You really should be resting."
Her lips pursing slightly, Sango nodded, frowning almost imperceptibly. It was acknowledged and dismissed by the houshi, however, who had strode to her side. "Come on." Awaiting her to begin first, he took in her appearance. She was practically begging for each breath, the soft gasps she made proof enough of that. She hunched a bit in her stand, signifying her walk had been a bit more exerting than she allowed herself to know. Eyes rolling back, she fell foreword.
"Sango!" Miroku's eyes wide, he caught her, stopping her fall effectively. Frowning deeply at her state, he lifted her, holding her like a child against his chest, to carry the shakujou in his other hand. Brows pinching together, he began toward the village, walking in haste, should running upset her injury.
A scarlet flash before him caused him to stop, and peer about the sun bathed forest. A soft chirp sounded from his right, and he glanced toward it, nearly leaping at the beak a mere inch from his face. Following the beak, he met the eyes of a large scarlet bird. Blinking, he regarded the creature, which did the same in return to him. Blinking he began again to the village. "You know yourself, houshi.. You merely refuse to acknowledge it. Yet you can see your truth in yourself. You see it when you see your reflection, and often otherwise. You only try to hide it. As breaks day when this day is once more, you shall be whom you alone see. Your mirror image. Cast away the cloak you wear once you are true, because faster than the kaza-ana it will consume you." Turning again to the bird, he saw only a silver flash, as the bird leapt into the sky. Frowning, he turned once more, and ran toward the village pondering the words.
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Mew. I am so lazy. I don't want to load the pics yet. Will when the whole story has been written, and then post the links. XD
I think I'll change my name to Sango..
Here is the fic
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The sun traced its fingers eagerly over the mountains, adorning the sky with a vibrant carnation and amber crown, gentle lilac tones like jewels encrusted into it. Soft light ran along the Earths chocolate and emerald toned flesh, causing day dwelling creatures to stir. With them woke the taijiya. Lifting her head with a sigh as the light ran along her eyelids, she couldn't help but glance around. The hut retained still it's near unpiercable darkness, other than the beams of light that had attempted to invade when the door had been opened, and fluttered closed.
Curiosity settled upon Sango. Glancing once more at the figures lingering still within the dark hut, she noted on to be missing. Though in the darkness one couldn't tell, her brows pulled together slightly. Standing slowly, she pushed open the obi, and stepped into the harsh light, the suns increase in altitude washing away the spectrum of color just moments before she did. Her brows pushing into a squint, she raised a hand, frowning lightly. Who had left she knew was Miroku.
Rolling her eyes, she heaved a soft sigh, wearily trailing in the direction she supposed he had gone. The forest.
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The trees towered high above his head, but the houshi paid them little heed. Even when one tossed a pinecone toward him as if to get a reaction, he hardly flinched. It was obvious he was in though.
Miroku took slow, deliberate steps, a smile upon his face that would suggest he was relishing in the beauty around him. Though by the fix of his violet pools once could tell he wasn't, if the well enough knew him. Luckily, very few knew him so well as that. Perhaps Sango alone. Pausing, the houshi fell to musing, eyes upon his cursed hand. Murmuring a soft sigh, he shook his head, ebony bangs dancing briefly as he did, his eyes closed for but that second.
Glancing up once again, Miroku eyed the sky, eyes dancing over the multitude of blue tones. Blue. Was that not the color of sorrow? Yet people preferred the powder blue sky to the cloud strewn silver sky. The blue bore the sun, and the gray bore rain. The rain was a sumptuous example of sorrow. While silver and gold were usually jovial. Thus one could easily assume each day to bear sorrow, if only in small quantities. So far through his nineteen years, the houshi had found so, even if the sorrow was subtle. He could never evade it, for he carried death with him.
Though before joining with Inuyasha and Kagome in their paired quest, he'd never feared, nor expressed sorrow for his oncoming death. Certainly it was something he never wanted, but he had accepted it. Yet upon meeting, and growing to know his friends, he had found fear and despair had been concealed long within him. He was like any other in that way. He feared loosing those he cared for. He feared loosing himself. Yet he marched with a smile upon his face to meet each day, and all obstacles it anchored.
Leaning and then sliding down the trunk of a tree, Miroku retained his gaze upon the sky. How many of the smiles he wore had been false. Had his concealment of his true emotion been so deep he had masked it from himself as well? It seemed he had. Until he had met Sango. That was when things began. That was when the truth began to leak from where it had been so well hidden, pouring to where he could recognize it. He wasn't sure if he cared for it. Though he realized he was far less virtuous than he had earlier imagined. He had succeeded in lying to himself. And to what avail? As Sango had been met, he shod away his self-protection. Luckily for him he managed to conceal the majority of emotion from the others. Simply he was living a lie. And he knew why, too. He clearly knew why his mask had cracked seeing Sango hurt. So near death. Because he loved her. Had she died with her would have gone all meaning the hosuhi had found in life, all purpose, all desire to live. With her would have gone a great chunk of himself. An amount so large he doubted he'd survive without it.
He'd had others torn from him before. And he feared it even more than the death that daily stalked him. He feared her demise above all else. If she was gone he was forfeit. And yet he must content himself with confiding the knowledge only within himself. In fear she returned his feelings, and was hurt upon his death. True he knew he could not keep her from loving him; he merely could pretend he could. Deepen the lie he already was consumed by. He longed to show the truth, but he feared it as well, because he didn't know the majority of it. He had forgotten himself. He knew he touched women where they objected, as well as asked them his vexing question to keep them at bay. No need in a sullen mood with his death that went further than friendship. That alone was nearly too much. He knew he was a follower of Buddha. He knew little else that was true.
Turning finally his gaze from the sky, Miroku looked upon the kaza-ana. Sighing, he beheld it. Were it not for the dreaded curse, he'd be free to love, and receive it. To be himself.
A soft whisper of leaves as they clashed with one another drew his attention quickly. On his feet, Shakujou in hand and ready, the monk eyed the bushes with suspicion. When from them stepped the taijiya, he sighed in relief, before concern ebbed over his features. "Sango.. You ought not be walking just yet..."
The girl rolled her eyes.
Sighing, the monk nodded toward the village. "Let's head back. You really should be resting."
Her lips pursing slightly, Sango nodded, frowning almost imperceptibly. It was acknowledged and dismissed by the houshi, however, who had strode to her side. "Come on." Awaiting her to begin first, he took in her appearance. She was practically begging for each breath, the soft gasps she made proof enough of that. She hunched a bit in her stand, signifying her walk had been a bit more exerting than she allowed herself to know. Eyes rolling back, she fell foreword.
"Sango!" Miroku's eyes wide, he caught her, stopping her fall effectively. Frowning deeply at her state, he lifted her, holding her like a child against his chest, to carry the shakujou in his other hand. Brows pinching together, he began toward the village, walking in haste, should running upset her injury.
A scarlet flash before him caused him to stop, and peer about the sun bathed forest. A soft chirp sounded from his right, and he glanced toward it, nearly leaping at the beak a mere inch from his face. Following the beak, he met the eyes of a large scarlet bird. Blinking, he regarded the creature, which did the same in return to him. Blinking he began again to the village. "You know yourself, houshi.. You merely refuse to acknowledge it. Yet you can see your truth in yourself. You see it when you see your reflection, and often otherwise. You only try to hide it. As breaks day when this day is once more, you shall be whom you alone see. Your mirror image. Cast away the cloak you wear once you are true, because faster than the kaza-ana it will consume you." Turning again to the bird, he saw only a silver flash, as the bird leapt into the sky. Frowning, he turned once more, and ran toward the village pondering the words.
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Mew. I am so lazy. I don't want to load the pics yet. Will when the whole story has been written, and then post the links. XD