"You're awfully quiet," Inuyasha pointed out to Miroku. "What's eating you? Sadako not a
good enough kisser for you?"
"That's not funny!" Miroku retorted with a look of anger on his face.
"I was just kidding, monk," Inuyasha said, shocked at Miroku's furious reaction. Pausing,
the hanyou leaned to get a closer look at him. He pointed to the bruised marks wrapped around the
monk's neck. "Hey, what exactly did you and Sadako do last night?"
"We just kissed," Miroku said defensively. Just a kiss... well, it was a pretty deep one, he
thought with tortuous guilt. But these marks are from that dream when my mother... no! not my
mother... that demon... tried to strangle me.
He placed his hand at his throat, which throbbed with every breath he took. That wench
knew that his weakness lied in wanting to see his mother again. Did Sadako know his other
weakness? Did she know about Sango?
If he had a second chance, he would never have followed Sadako to her room. He had only
done so to sooth his want for Sango, feeling as though the demon-slayer had no interest in him,
maybe even hated him. What he'd done was wrong, he knew that now. He hated Sadako and her
seductive ways. A thousand times he'd choose to spend his life with Sango over her.
"Inuyasha, about last night," Miroku began. He told the hanyou about the dream that had
almost killed him had Inuyasha not woken him up.
"Why does Sadako want to kill you so much?" Inuyasha asked.(Both had forgotten about
breakfast, leaving a grumbling Hochi and Shippou to manage the chore.)
"She said something about sending me to Hell. It's almost as though she's mistaken me for
someone else she's seeking to get revenge on. Through the chaos, I could sense the remnants of a
human soul in her body. Like she wasn't always a demon."
"Half snake, half woman," Inuyasha mused. He had heard of demons before who could
shape-shift in this way at will. But if the demon possessing Sadako was previously a human, where
had she gotten her demon power?
Miroku then cleared his throat and hesitantly confessed to his friend how much he loved
Sango and how he was tearing himself apart for the incident with Sadako.
"Well that's obvious," Inuyasha replied.
"Wuh... it is?" Miroku stumbled at the hanyou's response.
"Yeah." Inuyasha gazed into the distance as if to think of someone else. "When you look at
her, your eyes get all glazed over like you're possessed and in some fantasy land. And its not just a
lust look in your eyes, like a genuine want to be with her." Inuyasha shook his head as if to shake
off the sappiness of the rare moment in which he showed emotion. "You know what I mean, you get
this stupid look on your face," he concluded with a scowl.
"You're such a romantic," Miroku teased.
"Feh. So tell her how you feel and stop griping about it."
Miroku sighed, his soul became heavy with doubt. But would she understand? What if she
didn't feel the same way and thought him fool for expressing his desire to have a woman in his life?
There is a certain kind of love a woman can express to a man, whether the relation be mother
to son, or wife to husband. Every woman illuminates with a joyous affection, a heavenly sort of
glow that touches those she loves. When a mother holds her boy child, he feels the safe haven of her
arms enclosing him in complete love. Miroku had lost this kind of love long ago when his mother
died. He missed the feeling of simplicity and bliss that had passed on with her, leaving him behind.
This love a woman can give to her husband was what he needed now to feel complete again,
he needed the love of Sango. This warming glow surrounding a female... Inuyasha sensed it too,
around Kagome. He must have seen it once too around Kikyo, before she was bathed in the hate and
vengeful obsessions of Hell.
Could Sango ever understand? I must try, Miroku decided.
Suddenly, a scream of panic resounded through the trees, shaking the leaves to the ground
and bringing the two men to alertness. Surprised, Hochi yelped and knocked over his pot of boiling
water over onto Inuyasha's leg. The hanyou soundly thanked him for it with a smack on the head.
The scream come from the direction of the springs. A sense of anxiety leaped in their
stomachs as they bolted to Sango and Kagome's rescue.
"Inuyasha," Miroku panted as they ran. "Remind me why we're doing this. The last time
this happened, the girls didn't really need out help, then gave us head injuries that wouldn't let me
think without pain for a week, just for peeking at them."
"I thought you said it was worth the pain, monk," Inuyasha joked back.
Miroku smiled. "Right. That's a good reason."
They flew on light, hurried feet to the clearing to find Kagome in her school clothes looking
angry and frustrated.
Inuyasha started, "Kagome what's-"
"Sango!" she screamed hysterically, tears forming in her eyes. "We have to go save her! She
took Sango!" She grabbed her bow and arrows, then looked at the dumbfounded boys.
She stared at Inuyasha, who hadn't made a move yet. "What are you doing?! She took her-"
The hanyou grabbed her shoulders, "Kagome! Calm down and tell us what happened. Was it
Naraku?"
"Sadako! That evil woman came and kidnapped Sango!" she shook her head in frustration,
there was no time to talk. "She turned into this hideous monster and paralyzed Sango before she
could fight back."
Miroku looked at Sango's forgotten belongings. The Shikon Jewels were gone.
"My arrows weren't enough. Inuyasha, Miroku, I'm sorry," she hung her head in shame.
Miroku's voice fought to find its way. "Sadako's turf will be more dangerous to fight on, but
Sango's our companion. A strong, unfailing girl whose never abandoned us. We're going to save
her."
Kagome nodded determinedly. "If we hurry, we can make Rumiko by nightfall."
Note: I hope you guys are lovin it so far. Make sure to plz review! Oh, and about the whole section
on how special women are, I wasn't suggesting that all girls are all lovey and fluffy. Just that we
seem to have a sort of nurturing sense, you know?
good enough kisser for you?"
"That's not funny!" Miroku retorted with a look of anger on his face.
"I was just kidding, monk," Inuyasha said, shocked at Miroku's furious reaction. Pausing,
the hanyou leaned to get a closer look at him. He pointed to the bruised marks wrapped around the
monk's neck. "Hey, what exactly did you and Sadako do last night?"
"We just kissed," Miroku said defensively. Just a kiss... well, it was a pretty deep one, he
thought with tortuous guilt. But these marks are from that dream when my mother... no! not my
mother... that demon... tried to strangle me.
He placed his hand at his throat, which throbbed with every breath he took. That wench
knew that his weakness lied in wanting to see his mother again. Did Sadako know his other
weakness? Did she know about Sango?
If he had a second chance, he would never have followed Sadako to her room. He had only
done so to sooth his want for Sango, feeling as though the demon-slayer had no interest in him,
maybe even hated him. What he'd done was wrong, he knew that now. He hated Sadako and her
seductive ways. A thousand times he'd choose to spend his life with Sango over her.
"Inuyasha, about last night," Miroku began. He told the hanyou about the dream that had
almost killed him had Inuyasha not woken him up.
"Why does Sadako want to kill you so much?" Inuyasha asked.(Both had forgotten about
breakfast, leaving a grumbling Hochi and Shippou to manage the chore.)
"She said something about sending me to Hell. It's almost as though she's mistaken me for
someone else she's seeking to get revenge on. Through the chaos, I could sense the remnants of a
human soul in her body. Like she wasn't always a demon."
"Half snake, half woman," Inuyasha mused. He had heard of demons before who could
shape-shift in this way at will. But if the demon possessing Sadako was previously a human, where
had she gotten her demon power?
Miroku then cleared his throat and hesitantly confessed to his friend how much he loved
Sango and how he was tearing himself apart for the incident with Sadako.
"Well that's obvious," Inuyasha replied.
"Wuh... it is?" Miroku stumbled at the hanyou's response.
"Yeah." Inuyasha gazed into the distance as if to think of someone else. "When you look at
her, your eyes get all glazed over like you're possessed and in some fantasy land. And its not just a
lust look in your eyes, like a genuine want to be with her." Inuyasha shook his head as if to shake
off the sappiness of the rare moment in which he showed emotion. "You know what I mean, you get
this stupid look on your face," he concluded with a scowl.
"You're such a romantic," Miroku teased.
"Feh. So tell her how you feel and stop griping about it."
Miroku sighed, his soul became heavy with doubt. But would she understand? What if she
didn't feel the same way and thought him fool for expressing his desire to have a woman in his life?
There is a certain kind of love a woman can express to a man, whether the relation be mother
to son, or wife to husband. Every woman illuminates with a joyous affection, a heavenly sort of
glow that touches those she loves. When a mother holds her boy child, he feels the safe haven of her
arms enclosing him in complete love. Miroku had lost this kind of love long ago when his mother
died. He missed the feeling of simplicity and bliss that had passed on with her, leaving him behind.
This love a woman can give to her husband was what he needed now to feel complete again,
he needed the love of Sango. This warming glow surrounding a female... Inuyasha sensed it too,
around Kagome. He must have seen it once too around Kikyo, before she was bathed in the hate and
vengeful obsessions of Hell.
Could Sango ever understand? I must try, Miroku decided.
Suddenly, a scream of panic resounded through the trees, shaking the leaves to the ground
and bringing the two men to alertness. Surprised, Hochi yelped and knocked over his pot of boiling
water over onto Inuyasha's leg. The hanyou soundly thanked him for it with a smack on the head.
The scream come from the direction of the springs. A sense of anxiety leaped in their
stomachs as they bolted to Sango and Kagome's rescue.
"Inuyasha," Miroku panted as they ran. "Remind me why we're doing this. The last time
this happened, the girls didn't really need out help, then gave us head injuries that wouldn't let me
think without pain for a week, just for peeking at them."
"I thought you said it was worth the pain, monk," Inuyasha joked back.
Miroku smiled. "Right. That's a good reason."
They flew on light, hurried feet to the clearing to find Kagome in her school clothes looking
angry and frustrated.
Inuyasha started, "Kagome what's-"
"Sango!" she screamed hysterically, tears forming in her eyes. "We have to go save her! She
took Sango!" She grabbed her bow and arrows, then looked at the dumbfounded boys.
She stared at Inuyasha, who hadn't made a move yet. "What are you doing?! She took her-"
The hanyou grabbed her shoulders, "Kagome! Calm down and tell us what happened. Was it
Naraku?"
"Sadako! That evil woman came and kidnapped Sango!" she shook her head in frustration,
there was no time to talk. "She turned into this hideous monster and paralyzed Sango before she
could fight back."
Miroku looked at Sango's forgotten belongings. The Shikon Jewels were gone.
"My arrows weren't enough. Inuyasha, Miroku, I'm sorry," she hung her head in shame.
Miroku's voice fought to find its way. "Sadako's turf will be more dangerous to fight on, but
Sango's our companion. A strong, unfailing girl whose never abandoned us. We're going to save
her."
Kagome nodded determinedly. "If we hurry, we can make Rumiko by nightfall."
Note: I hope you guys are lovin it so far. Make sure to plz review! Oh, and about the whole section
on how special women are, I wasn't suggesting that all girls are all lovey and fluffy. Just that we
seem to have a sort of nurturing sense, you know?