Long, Long Way to Go
By Chichiri4488
Shippo: Merry Christmas Readers and Reviewers!
Chichiri4488: Yes yes! Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and over all- Seasons Greetings!
Shippo: That's a lot of holidays in one month...
Chichiri4488: Yups. Actually New Years is in January....
Shippo: We own nothing but the presents! We will conquer Santa for toys and candy! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!
Chichiri4488: o.0;;; I am never giving you sugar or caffeine again.
Chapter 7
~A month of pain and waiting~
(Miroku's POV)
This was a difficult answer to come up with. Yes she was dead, but no she didn't seem to be gone. If I say she's dead, then does that mean I am moving on and have accepted it? In many ways that would be a positive decision, but it was too hard to believe she could really be gone.
"Yes Shippo. Sango did die 5 years ago."
Nothing could have prepared me for his answer.
"No Miroku. She's with you, I can feel it."
Tears coursed down my cheek at the thought. Sango was with me. It was like the Lion King with the "he lives in you" ordeal.
"Thank you Shippo. Thank you so much." I whispered and pulled him towards me to hug the boy.
"Miroku?"
"Hai Shippo?"
"That also means then, that my real parents are dead?"
"That one should be talked over with your parents now shouldn't they?"
"Hai Miroku, Hai." He smiled lightly at me and sat back down as Inuyasha walked in.
"Everything running smoothly?" asked Inuyasha, not surprised to see me awake.
"Of course Inuyasha," I replied. "Just instructing the boy on the birds and the bees."
Inuyasha's face paled a bit and looked at Shippo questioningly.
"What's he mean by the birds and bees dad?" asked Shippo.
"We'll talk it over with your mother when we get home." Said Inuyasha picking him up. I started to laugh. One of the first real laughs I had had in a long time.
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A threw some cards down onto the bed I laid in. Two weeks in this stupid hospital had passed.
If it's one place on earth I can't stand, then it's the hospital. We need the buildings, and I'm grateful for them. It's just that I don't like being there...at all.
Small tumors had appeared over my spine in the past couple of weeks. I had to stay in bed, because as I walked my entire back would be filled with pain. My head always hurt now, and I had small symptoms of a concussion. I would have small attention spans at points, and it was becoming difficult to register all voices and parts of conversation.
My cancer was rapidly getting worse.
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"Miroku? We came to bring some holiday cheer." Said Kagome walking into the room with Shira, Shippo, and Inuyasha.
"Hi." I whispered. It was Christmas Eve. At least I think it was.
"Merry Christmas Uncle Miroku!" said Shira.
"Is it Christmas already?" I asked. I couldn't recall. Maybe it was Easter, or something. But Christmas?
'Oh, that would explain the wreath and holly in my room.' I thought.
"Merry Christmas Uncle Miroku. Here, we got you a gift." Said Shippo placing it on my bed.
I tried to undo the ribbon but couldn't. My fingers just couldn't grasp the thread correctly. I could barely even open the wrapping paper. I wanted to cry. I just felt so pathetic.
The tumor was causing some messages that my brain sent out to be delayed, showed, or even forgotten altogether. The pain that echoed in my skull each day was almost unbearable.
"Shira, why don't you open the gift for him?" said Inuyasha. I watched with tired eyes as she opened it and handed me a picture frame with a smile on her face.
Now I was crying. It was the same picture I had at home. Sango and I smiling and embraced with each other. My fingers curled around the smooth and new wooden frame it had been placed in.
"Aunt Sango was very pretty Uncle Miroku." Said Shira still smiling. The small girl hugged him and then ran into her adoptive father's arms.
"Thank you." I said in my sobs. Sango... I remembered her very clearly. I held the frame in my hands against my chest, only wishing it was her I had. But the picture was more than I could hope for.
"It was no trouble at all Miroku." Said Kagome.
"Is there anything that we can do for you?" asked Inuyasha.
"Just stay here with me for now. Please?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course. How's your back and head doing?" asked Inuyasha.
"Very painful." I said slowly.
"Just rest and relax Miroku. That's the way you'll get better." Said Kagome.
Better? To get better would be a miracle. No cure, treatment or even slight discovery had been made towards my cancer.
"Yash?"
"What is it Miroku?" he replied.
"Put me by Sango.....please."
"What do you mean?"
"Please, bury me...by her...that's all I ask."
It was so hard to breath. My head just couldn't cope with even some basic functions of the food. I was fed through a tube, and a machine helped my heart and lungs. I wouldn't be alive if those things were off.
"You're not dying Miroku!" said Kagome.
"I'm already dead," I said and allowed a single tear to fall down my face. "Sango, take me please."
*~*~*~Inuyasha's POV~*~*~
That was the last thing I heard him say.
The monitor held out a long note. He was dead. My best friend was dead, on Christmas Eve.
But his wish would be done.
THE END
Epilogue:
Inuyasha and Kagome Tarashite had Miroku Houshidon buried in Tokyo Central Cemetery next to his beloved wife Sango Houshidon. They continued to raise their children Shira and Shippo.
Although they had another son. A boy that now carried on the name of Miroku and Sango's almost born son. Toji.
Toji Houshidon Tarashite.
Chichiri4488: It is complete.
Shippo: About time.
Chichiri4488: I'm so proud of it! Even if I got a low amount of reviews.
Shippo: They probably hated you for writing about death and sadness and crap.
Chichiri4488: I was inspired and held onto the idea! I think it turned out quite well. ^_^ Oh! Just to clear something up real quick, Shira and Toji would be Inuyasha and Kagome's biological kids, but Shippo was who they adopted and their oldest child. There ya go!
Shippo: I think you're delusional.
Chichiri4488: Thank you readers and reviewers! The story is now complete, as you probably realized... However I have two other stories in progress (that are humor) and I would love for you to read them!
Shippo: Idiot.
Chichiri4488: Thank you so much to for reviewing! Enjoy your holidays everyone! Ja ne!
By Chichiri4488
Shippo: Merry Christmas Readers and Reviewers!
Chichiri4488: Yes yes! Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and over all- Seasons Greetings!
Shippo: That's a lot of holidays in one month...
Chichiri4488: Yups. Actually New Years is in January....
Shippo: We own nothing but the presents! We will conquer Santa for toys and candy! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!
Chichiri4488: o.0;;; I am never giving you sugar or caffeine again.
Chapter 7
~A month of pain and waiting~
(Miroku's POV)
This was a difficult answer to come up with. Yes she was dead, but no she didn't seem to be gone. If I say she's dead, then does that mean I am moving on and have accepted it? In many ways that would be a positive decision, but it was too hard to believe she could really be gone.
"Yes Shippo. Sango did die 5 years ago."
Nothing could have prepared me for his answer.
"No Miroku. She's with you, I can feel it."
Tears coursed down my cheek at the thought. Sango was with me. It was like the Lion King with the "he lives in you" ordeal.
"Thank you Shippo. Thank you so much." I whispered and pulled him towards me to hug the boy.
"Miroku?"
"Hai Shippo?"
"That also means then, that my real parents are dead?"
"That one should be talked over with your parents now shouldn't they?"
"Hai Miroku, Hai." He smiled lightly at me and sat back down as Inuyasha walked in.
"Everything running smoothly?" asked Inuyasha, not surprised to see me awake.
"Of course Inuyasha," I replied. "Just instructing the boy on the birds and the bees."
Inuyasha's face paled a bit and looked at Shippo questioningly.
"What's he mean by the birds and bees dad?" asked Shippo.
"We'll talk it over with your mother when we get home." Said Inuyasha picking him up. I started to laugh. One of the first real laughs I had had in a long time.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A threw some cards down onto the bed I laid in. Two weeks in this stupid hospital had passed.
If it's one place on earth I can't stand, then it's the hospital. We need the buildings, and I'm grateful for them. It's just that I don't like being there...at all.
Small tumors had appeared over my spine in the past couple of weeks. I had to stay in bed, because as I walked my entire back would be filled with pain. My head always hurt now, and I had small symptoms of a concussion. I would have small attention spans at points, and it was becoming difficult to register all voices and parts of conversation.
My cancer was rapidly getting worse.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Miroku? We came to bring some holiday cheer." Said Kagome walking into the room with Shira, Shippo, and Inuyasha.
"Hi." I whispered. It was Christmas Eve. At least I think it was.
"Merry Christmas Uncle Miroku!" said Shira.
"Is it Christmas already?" I asked. I couldn't recall. Maybe it was Easter, or something. But Christmas?
'Oh, that would explain the wreath and holly in my room.' I thought.
"Merry Christmas Uncle Miroku. Here, we got you a gift." Said Shippo placing it on my bed.
I tried to undo the ribbon but couldn't. My fingers just couldn't grasp the thread correctly. I could barely even open the wrapping paper. I wanted to cry. I just felt so pathetic.
The tumor was causing some messages that my brain sent out to be delayed, showed, or even forgotten altogether. The pain that echoed in my skull each day was almost unbearable.
"Shira, why don't you open the gift for him?" said Inuyasha. I watched with tired eyes as she opened it and handed me a picture frame with a smile on her face.
Now I was crying. It was the same picture I had at home. Sango and I smiling and embraced with each other. My fingers curled around the smooth and new wooden frame it had been placed in.
"Aunt Sango was very pretty Uncle Miroku." Said Shira still smiling. The small girl hugged him and then ran into her adoptive father's arms.
"Thank you." I said in my sobs. Sango... I remembered her very clearly. I held the frame in my hands against my chest, only wishing it was her I had. But the picture was more than I could hope for.
"It was no trouble at all Miroku." Said Kagome.
"Is there anything that we can do for you?" asked Inuyasha.
"Just stay here with me for now. Please?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course. How's your back and head doing?" asked Inuyasha.
"Very painful." I said slowly.
"Just rest and relax Miroku. That's the way you'll get better." Said Kagome.
Better? To get better would be a miracle. No cure, treatment or even slight discovery had been made towards my cancer.
"Yash?"
"What is it Miroku?" he replied.
"Put me by Sango.....please."
"What do you mean?"
"Please, bury me...by her...that's all I ask."
It was so hard to breath. My head just couldn't cope with even some basic functions of the food. I was fed through a tube, and a machine helped my heart and lungs. I wouldn't be alive if those things were off.
"You're not dying Miroku!" said Kagome.
"I'm already dead," I said and allowed a single tear to fall down my face. "Sango, take me please."
*~*~*~Inuyasha's POV~*~*~
That was the last thing I heard him say.
The monitor held out a long note. He was dead. My best friend was dead, on Christmas Eve.
But his wish would be done.
THE END
Epilogue:
Inuyasha and Kagome Tarashite had Miroku Houshidon buried in Tokyo Central Cemetery next to his beloved wife Sango Houshidon. They continued to raise their children Shira and Shippo.
Although they had another son. A boy that now carried on the name of Miroku and Sango's almost born son. Toji.
Toji Houshidon Tarashite.
Chichiri4488: It is complete.
Shippo: About time.
Chichiri4488: I'm so proud of it! Even if I got a low amount of reviews.
Shippo: They probably hated you for writing about death and sadness and crap.
Chichiri4488: I was inspired and held onto the idea! I think it turned out quite well. ^_^ Oh! Just to clear something up real quick, Shira and Toji would be Inuyasha and Kagome's biological kids, but Shippo was who they adopted and their oldest child. There ya go!
Shippo: I think you're delusional.
Chichiri4488: Thank you readers and reviewers! The story is now complete, as you probably realized... However I have two other stories in progress (that are humor) and I would love for you to read them!
Shippo: Idiot.
Chichiri4488: Thank you so much to for reviewing! Enjoy your holidays everyone! Ja ne!