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suspense. Now here's one of my favorite chapters.
The moment Miroku's head hit the pillow, his mind wandered into a dream recently visited
before.
A field under a twilight sky unfolded before his subconscious. The light of the moon sang in
the night sky and whistled through the leaves in gusts of wind. One particular gust of air swept past
Miroku, ruffling his bangs. He gasped as he saw the glimmer of cherry blossoms riding on the wind.
Following the familiar flowers, he dashed into the forest.
It's too early for cherry flowers, Miroku thought as he traced the path of the floating flowers
through the forest, his heart thumping anxiously. In the distance, his eyes caught a white glowing
light emitting a sort of magical essence, it grasped a firm hold on his curiosity and drew him
forward.
Heart pounding from the search, Miroku stepping into a clearing and gazed at the blissful
light source before him.
Sweet and innocent, a sapphire-eyed beauty stood before him. Cherry blossoms adorned her
hair and floated in the pond at her feet. In her temple robes, she appeared very regal, this Lady
Sakura, glowing with a white light.
Realizing her son was there, Sakura turned toward him and opened her arms. "Miroku," she
whispered, her voice resonating in his head
"Mother," Miroku stepped forward then stopped, looking away. This had to stop, too long
had he suffered this recalling of painful memories. Why dream of his mother when she couldn't be
there in a veritable sense? "No," he breathed. "It hurts too much to awaken and discover you're not
real. Just... go away..."
"But I am real!" Sakura protested, firmly stepping forward. "And I miss you." She placed a
hand on his retreating back and he stopped. "Don't... leave me...," she said in a weakened,
whimpering voice.
The monk remembered the characteristics he'd admired and respected his mother so much
for. She had a strong, yet kind heart... so understanding and easy going... to chase away his fears.
Miroku knew one thing for sure now...
This impersonator was not her.
With this realization came a sudden wave of her true self. The demon threw her hand
forward, clasping his throat in her clawed grip, her nails extending like daggers, piercing his skin,
while the other arm swung around his neck.
"I've found a way," she hissed menacingly, her icy breath making him go rigid as warm
blood trickled down his neck. "I'll go to Hell before I allow you to live on without me."
Miroku felt the demon's body shift downward as her legs melted and twisted into a powerful
length of scaly hide and tight muscle. The tendons in her arms tightened under his chin. Sakura's
discarded kimono lay in shreds on the ground. Her transformed eyes were iridescent stones with an
angry glisten. The wicked spirit within Sadako smiled through the silver luster of her fangs.
Moonlight shown off her glassy clear nails as they snaked their way to the pressure points on his
neck and dug cruelly into his flesh. The wind vibrated with the foul intentions of the demoness.
"Now Seto, you die..."
Miroku gasped and heaved for want of air under the iron clasp of her hands. His heart beat
in desperation seeing that the air touching his lips could not pass his throat.
Suddenly, the ground and wind rushed around him as Sadako's power burned into his mind.
Dirt and rocks gave way, flying into his face as his hands began to sink through the debris. Falling
into the demon's despair, Miroku's eyes grew wide with pain as a long, hardened piece of debris
collided with his head.
* * * * * * * * *
"Lazy monk!" Inuyasha cursed to himself. "Do you want to die? Wake up!" He raised the
hilt of Tetsaiga to strike the monk again when Miroku's eyes flew open and his quick hand grabbed
Inuyasha's wrist.
"I'm awake! Stop!" Miroku put his hand to his sore head and looked around at the chaos.
"What- Where are-?"
"Kagome and Sango are already gone. Let's go!" Inuyasha ducked an attacker as he swung
a jagged, broken vase at the demon.
Sango, Miroko thought. The thought of her safety pushed his mind to fully awake mode as
he leapt out of the man's way, grabbed his staff and knocked him against the remaining glass wall.
Miroku and Inuyasha sped along Rumiko's streets, feet pounding, sweat in their eyes.
"Inuyasha! Miroku!" a familiar female voice yelled. "This way!" They turned and followed
Sango's cries to a bridge lit in the night's moon. Turning right, they plunged into a cluster of trees.
After confirming Sango was safe, Miroku's mind returned to his dream: how he had almost
died, and how Inuyasha had unknowingly saved his life.
suspense. Now here's one of my favorite chapters.
The moment Miroku's head hit the pillow, his mind wandered into a dream recently visited
before.
A field under a twilight sky unfolded before his subconscious. The light of the moon sang in
the night sky and whistled through the leaves in gusts of wind. One particular gust of air swept past
Miroku, ruffling his bangs. He gasped as he saw the glimmer of cherry blossoms riding on the wind.
Following the familiar flowers, he dashed into the forest.
It's too early for cherry flowers, Miroku thought as he traced the path of the floating flowers
through the forest, his heart thumping anxiously. In the distance, his eyes caught a white glowing
light emitting a sort of magical essence, it grasped a firm hold on his curiosity and drew him
forward.
Heart pounding from the search, Miroku stepping into a clearing and gazed at the blissful
light source before him.
Sweet and innocent, a sapphire-eyed beauty stood before him. Cherry blossoms adorned her
hair and floated in the pond at her feet. In her temple robes, she appeared very regal, this Lady
Sakura, glowing with a white light.
Realizing her son was there, Sakura turned toward him and opened her arms. "Miroku," she
whispered, her voice resonating in his head
"Mother," Miroku stepped forward then stopped, looking away. This had to stop, too long
had he suffered this recalling of painful memories. Why dream of his mother when she couldn't be
there in a veritable sense? "No," he breathed. "It hurts too much to awaken and discover you're not
real. Just... go away..."
"But I am real!" Sakura protested, firmly stepping forward. "And I miss you." She placed a
hand on his retreating back and he stopped. "Don't... leave me...," she said in a weakened,
whimpering voice.
The monk remembered the characteristics he'd admired and respected his mother so much
for. She had a strong, yet kind heart... so understanding and easy going... to chase away his fears.
Miroku knew one thing for sure now...
This impersonator was not her.
With this realization came a sudden wave of her true self. The demon threw her hand
forward, clasping his throat in her clawed grip, her nails extending like daggers, piercing his skin,
while the other arm swung around his neck.
"I've found a way," she hissed menacingly, her icy breath making him go rigid as warm
blood trickled down his neck. "I'll go to Hell before I allow you to live on without me."
Miroku felt the demon's body shift downward as her legs melted and twisted into a powerful
length of scaly hide and tight muscle. The tendons in her arms tightened under his chin. Sakura's
discarded kimono lay in shreds on the ground. Her transformed eyes were iridescent stones with an
angry glisten. The wicked spirit within Sadako smiled through the silver luster of her fangs.
Moonlight shown off her glassy clear nails as they snaked their way to the pressure points on his
neck and dug cruelly into his flesh. The wind vibrated with the foul intentions of the demoness.
"Now Seto, you die..."
Miroku gasped and heaved for want of air under the iron clasp of her hands. His heart beat
in desperation seeing that the air touching his lips could not pass his throat.
Suddenly, the ground and wind rushed around him as Sadako's power burned into his mind.
Dirt and rocks gave way, flying into his face as his hands began to sink through the debris. Falling
into the demon's despair, Miroku's eyes grew wide with pain as a long, hardened piece of debris
collided with his head.
* * * * * * * * *
"Lazy monk!" Inuyasha cursed to himself. "Do you want to die? Wake up!" He raised the
hilt of Tetsaiga to strike the monk again when Miroku's eyes flew open and his quick hand grabbed
Inuyasha's wrist.
"I'm awake! Stop!" Miroku put his hand to his sore head and looked around at the chaos.
"What- Where are-?"
"Kagome and Sango are already gone. Let's go!" Inuyasha ducked an attacker as he swung
a jagged, broken vase at the demon.
Sango, Miroko thought. The thought of her safety pushed his mind to fully awake mode as
he leapt out of the man's way, grabbed his staff and knocked him against the remaining glass wall.
Miroku and Inuyasha sped along Rumiko's streets, feet pounding, sweat in their eyes.
"Inuyasha! Miroku!" a familiar female voice yelled. "This way!" They turned and followed
Sango's cries to a bridge lit in the night's moon. Turning right, they plunged into a cluster of trees.
After confirming Sango was safe, Miroku's mind returned to his dream: how he had almost
died, and how Inuyasha had unknowingly saved his life.