No reviews. I'm so depressed. L But that's very much okay!! I'm still gunna write!

Disclaimer: the word says it all.

This is the Miroku-centered part.

I'm thinking about lemon later. Any ideas? Sango/Miroku fer sure, but does anyone want any Inu/Kagome? *smirks evilly*

The chapter title might actually make sense with the chapter title! *Alleluia!!*

Glass House

"So many unkind words are spoken- You see my heart is hurting, but it's still open."

Miroku shifted on the cold stone floor of his prison. His hands were cold and wet with his sweat, or maybe it was his blood, he had no way of knowing. Was it night or day? How long had it been since his capture? It could have been hours or years; each minute stretched on interminably. He raised his bowed head, his face was caked with mud and blood from a gash across his cheek. His robes were half torn away from the beatings and his vision was already blurring.

'How did I get here again? Why didn't I fight and why do I submit to this torture time and time again?'

Sango.

The names resounded through the shell of his head.

Sango.

It danced through the recesses of his mind, and jumped into his consciousness.

'Because of Sango I am here.' The thought sliced him like a knife, and red hot anger flowed with the blood in his veins. 'No,' he corrected himself. 'Because of Naraku I am here. Wow, that's original. It's a third, or maybe a fourth? It's not to be unexpected. That bastard wants to kill Inuyasha and Kagome so bad, Sango and I are both in danger. No, Sango was in danger. Not any more. So much for a 'selfish hentai'. If Inuyasha could see me now, and know what I did for them… but he'll never know. He won't care, not even a little. What good was I to them or anyone else? Sango will be happy I'm gone. Come to think on it, the only one who might really miss me would be Shippou, and his heart is so large he could never be as cruel as the others. Or could he?'

The click of the door broke his chain of thought.

"Enjoying your stay, houshi?" Naraku drawled from the doorway. Suddenly he was standing beside Miroku, his baboon skin covering his whole body. "You want to know what I hear, Miroku?" he said, in a teasing tone.

Miroku opened his mouth to speak, but his throat and mouth were to dry to form the words.

"I hear laughter and celebrating. I hear joy and love. I hear voices, do you want to know what the voices are saying? Hmm, I suppose you know what the voices are saying, don't you, monk? But I can't just hear, I can also see. Do you know what I see, monk? I see starlight and moonlight falling of the group of people you once called your friends. I see Inuyasha and Kagome talking in the light, I see them, worn out from their celebration. Do they care you are missing? No, they are celebrating. I see Sango-" Miroku's mouth went dryer and he felt weaker then before. "-she's with another man, Miroku. And she is speaking- saying "I can't believe that stupid hentai actually believed I liked him." That's what she's saying. But Miroku, I can also feel, and do you know what I feel right now? Well, I can feel your anger, your sorrow, your fear, and your pain. But do you know what else I feel? I also feel myself smile at your predicament. Have fun in the darkness. Don't worry, soon you will be eternally in bright lights- in the fires of Hell." And Naraku was gone.

Tears fought to leave Miroku's eyes. 'He- he- that bastard- I- he must be- no, Sango-' he could feel himself growing weaker and unconsciousness coming like an ominous cloud of Death.

Words flew through his mind like Kagome's arrows, piercing him in his heart.

"Shin-e Miroku!"

"Yarou!"

"Ursai, Miroku. No one cares."

"No one cares about you."

"Yamero!"

"Just go away, Miroku. Haven't you done enough?"

"Love you? Zettai."

"Damn you Miroku."

"Stupid!"

'I gave up everything for you, but no one cares, do they? You degraded me and beat me down into the dust, and all I ever wanted was to be your friend, and to protect you! But all I could do is make mistakes. I can't last much longer- at least I can still fulfil one of your wishes- I'll die and you will never need to see me again.'

He began to slip into the blackness of unconsciousness, but instead fell into a deep but troubled sleep.

**DREAM**

Sango stood in front of him, her Hiraikotsu in her hand, and the transformed Kilala next to her.

"Sango!" he was calling, but making no sound. "Forgive me!"

Her eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand to point at him.

"No Miroku! You have gone too far and you have made to many mistakes. I will never forgive you. Rot in hell, Miroku!"

"But Sango!" his voice was lost in a torment of rushing blackness.

"It is to late to redeem your soul, Miroku!" a second voice cried out.

"Kagome?"

"You betrayed us all! You perverted monk! You betrayed us with your lies!" she notched an arrow in her bow and aimed it at his heart.

"Miroku! How could you!" Shippou cried, tears filling his eyes as he turned away, and walked into darkness.

"Shippou!" Miroku cried after him. The little fox-demon turned to look at him, slowly and mournfully. "You're the only one-!"

"How could I defend someone who betrayed my friends? Goodbye Miroku." Shippou walked into shadows, his body dissolving into nothingness.

"Shippou!"

"Feh. You really are pathetic, monk. You believed we were your friends, that we would help you. But you're all wrong. We played you for a fool, Miroku, gave you everything but nothing. So that when you betrayed us we could get our revenge." Inuyasha sneered to Miroku, drawing his tetsusaiga.

Sango walked to him, and bent to kiss his lips gently.

"We will give you your one wish. We will rid you of the curses wind tunnel in your hand." Sango said, softly, her voice glazed with malice.

"Naraku's curses do not last after death!" Inuyasha cried triumphantly.

Kagome's arrow struck him in the heart.

Inuyasha's slash ripped across his middle.

Kilala's claws ripped across his chest.

Sango's dagger went through his shoulder.

He lay, drowning in his own blood, and looked up at Sango's face.

She drew her katana and brought it above her head, driving it down-

**END DREAM**

Miroku woke in a cold sweat, tears falling down his face to mingle with his blood.

'Why do they torment me so, even in my dreams? Why do I cry for what I have lost, if I have lost nothing at all? They have betrayed me! I refused to fight that Sango might be spared, but she would end my life! Oh what am I thinking- that was a dream… but it was all so real, so like them.'

'How could I ever trust them again? Or, more importantly, how could they ever trust me again?'

Miroku stayed up the rest of the night, pondering his dream, what Naraku had told him, and how they'd been treating him these past few weeks. Treating him like an outcast, unwanted, vermin.

Blood stained the ground on which he lay- the blood he'd lost to save his friends- tainted black over the years by his hate and his love. His heart lay broken, in shatters in the recesses of his soul, and there was nothing to do but die.

The cold black kiss of death overwhelmed him, and when the black void of unconsciousness opened under him, he succumbed to its pull.

He lay, passed out and limp, on the floor of Naraku's dungeon.

"Wow, that took long enough. This is one damn tough monk I'm dealing with right here. Ah, well, Kohaku?"

"Hai?"

"Watch for the others while I tend to the monk. Can't have our bait up and die on us, can we now?"

TBC

My endings suck. :P oh well, I try, the whole cliffy thing isn't working at the moment.

The whole "you know what I hear" thing I kinda borrowed from "The Ten Commandments" 'cept mine was different and… yeah.

I'm being so mean to Miroku, ne?

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