Chapter 1
"Fine then! Leave. See if I care wench!" The usual. The two couldn't stop fighting for more then a few minutes. And even then, it was just long enough for them to catch their breath, before they started all over again.
"You...Stupid...Inconsiderate...BASTARD!" Kagome screeched at the hanyou "Sit boy! Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit!" She roared. InuYasha only had enough time to try to take a desperate lunge at her, snarling like mad right into the ground. Pulling himself up, his mind worked up a few more insults. But when he lifted his head out of the face mark in the ground beneath him, he only got to see the retreating back of Kagome.
"Wait Stupid!" He screeched. "Where the hell do you think your going!" He called after her storming, retreating back.
"MY NAME IS KAGOME! AND I'M GOING HOME!" She called over her back. Her voice filled with rage as she stomped off. Thinking off all kinds of nasty names to call the flustered hanyou: How dare he?
Bringing up her family, he had continued to pester her about why she would go back, and stays so long afterwards. She had brought up the fact that they were her family, and she loved them. Although she may have accidentally let slip the fact that "Just because nobody loves you as a son, doesn't mean that my parents don't love me!" Anger had risen to her head, and she hasn't even meant to say it. Although she now, very forcibly, regretted it. She had hit a sore spot, and InuYasha had growled. Insults streaming out of his mouth, ears nose, everywhere available to the light of day. The language and phrases use made Miroku and Sango hurriedly pull each other up. Dragging Shippo with them. Retreating away from the danger zone.
And that is where we had come in. Now... Kagome was gone. Leaving a very... very temperamental InuYasha to be dealt with by a houshi and a tai-iya, with the pestering of a tiny kitsune. Just what everybody needed to spicen up their day.
InuYasha growled and stormed off. His entire body shaking with rage as he stormed into the confines of InuYasha forest. Surely no doubt to vent out his rage on a poor innocent tree that had decided to grow in the wrong place. "Feh! Stupid bitch..." he snarled; "Insulting me...God Dammit She's lucky I didn't tear her apart on the spot." He snarled bringing his fist back he ground it deeply into a tree, ignoring the cracking of a few of his knuckles. "Someday..." He muttered. ~*~ "Do you think it's safe to go back now Miroku?" asked Shippo, his little green eyes glancing up expectantly. A grumble from his stomach made his reason clear. "I'm hungry." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I think one of them would have calmed down by now."
Miroku nodded, looking up at the quickly darkening sky. They had been staying on the far side of the village for quite some time now. "Or... Kagome would have gone back to her time." He pondered, standing up. "I suppose it would be safe to go back now Shippo. I think I could make you some Ramen to eat. Although my cooking would not be as tasty as Kagome or Sango's." He said self-consciously.
Shippo grinned happily. "Yay!" he squeaked, hopping up on his shoulder. "Lets goooo." He said impatiently as he pulled Miroku's ear impatiently. Wondering why the houshi still hadn't started moving.
"Where's Sango?" Miroku finally asked, breaking out of his reverie when he felt his ear being stretched. It was then that the houshi had noticed the absence of his female companion. Where had she gotten off to? Beginning to walk, although it was not in the direction of Old Lady Kaede's hut where they were staying, but in the direction that the main stretch of the village was. The laughs and cheerful shouts of young children tickled Shippo's ears as they approached some of the village children, dancing around Sango, who had prominently a daisy in her hair, and a bouquet of the delicate white flowers in her hands. The village children dancing around; singing to Sango while other children were seen in the distance picking more flowers with the other older villagers. Happy that the children were happy, everyone seemed to be happy.
Shippo laughed out joyfully, hunger forgotten as he launched from Miroku's shoulders, Jumping up and down around with the other children happily. His eyes dancing with sheer joy.
Miroku smiled as he watched the young youkai. His eyes alighting on Sango his expression softening as he gazed about her perfect figure and flowing hair. Noticing then that she had let it down, or that the children had taken out the ribbon. As she turned a brilliant smile across her features. Miroku nearly gasped in aw. Her eyes dancing as her hair flew out gently behind her, Kimonos flowing perfectly. And for that one moment, Miroku felt only sheer desire for her. A longing-ness surging through.
It was so rare that she smiled, and even more when she laughed. But obviously the children had been just what she had needed. One of the greatest ways to pass the time while there was a fight was to distract you. Miroku didn't need much for that... Just a few women. But it was so rare when Sango was out of her seemingly depressed feat, and happy.
Miroku smiled, taking a step towards her, the visual image of him sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her off as he would a bride. Shaking his head as he neared her. Her smile still glistened, although it wasn't as bright as Sango realized that Miroku was staring at her. She rolled her eyes, turning away to scoop of Shippo, although she still could feel Miroku's eyes on her. Causing her to blush a few shades of red.
Shippo squirmed in Sango's arms, hopping up onto Sango's shoulder. "Me and Miroku decided to go back to the hut, we think that it might be safe now." He said, peering down at Sango from the perch he had secured on the top of her head. Sango smiled, gently handing Miroku the bouquet of flowers to hold, while considering.
"I suppose it would be. Has Kagome left?" She asked allowed. Miroku sighed, his hand twitching as he held the flowers in his other, finally, he caved to his own desire, slipping his hand to the most appealing part of her autonomy (To him anyways) Groping for a second, before he got his response. Sango's face burned as she whirled around, slapping him hard enough to make him stumble back. "Hentai." She growled. Miroku sighed, slap mark prominently on his cheek as he sighed. "I'm sorry Lady Sango for my inexcusable behavior." He recited, before responding to her question.
"I do believe that She has probably left. I suppose that we will have to go to find out."
The comment sobered them all. If Kagome had left angrily, then she would not come back until InuYasha apologized. Meaning; that pretty well she would never come back. InuYasha would have to work himself into frenzy before he would go back. And Nobody... Would be able to know that he ever did such a thing. Meaning overall; that it would be an unwanted delay.
The threesome made their way throughout the village. Casting a lazy glance to the trees surrounding the area, the crimson blob that was InuYasha. Arms crossed the irritated Hanyou sat, staring at the full moon in front of him. His ear twitched to the sound of the houshi walking up, after ushering Sango and Shippo inside the hut. "InuYasha?" The sullen hanyou couldn't help but notice the bit of nervousness in Miroku's voice, although deep inside, he was relieved that there was no fear.
"What do you want now Houshi?" He snapped down at the monk who had stepped under the branch that InuYasha was sitting. Miroku sighed, taking a breath before speaking. "Where is Kagome-Sama?" He finally asked, his voice filled with apprehension at the response. And he was right in expecting what he did.
"Why do you expect me to know where that wench is?" InuYasha fused at Miroku, pulling himself up into an upright position, glaring down on the wincing houshi. "I don't keep track of what she does. She does what ever she feels like it." He snarled. Miroku quickly put his hands over his head, a mark of un-heart felt apologize. "I take it then she went home." He said to himself in an under tone.
"What did you say?" InuYasha asked, his voice angry as his ears twitched in annoyance.
"Ah...I said that your absolutely right...I'm sorry to bother you...Goodnight!" Miroku finished, hurriedly, before darting back into the hut. Pulling the rice paper door down he sighed. "She went back." He sighed, shaking his head. "Baka no hanyou." He muttered. "He pissed her off again. We had Naraku's trail even. It will be long cold by the time that they quit fighting."
Miroku sighed, Sango nodded. Shippo? Well, his stomach growled. "Miroku? I thought you said we would make some ramen!" Shippo reminded with a meaningful glance at the ramen and water by the fire pit of the hut. Miroku smiled at the little fox kitsune. He smiled, "Yes I suppose I did promise." He said with a smile.
Shippo smiled happily, bouncing into Sango's arms. "Okay Miroku, You make the food, while me and Sango get some fire-wood for the night..." The kitsune volunteered. Of course, Sango had not said anything about bringing in some wood. But deciding that some more fresh air couldn't kill her she smiled kindly down at Shippo. "Yes...Me and him shall do that." She smiled. "Alright?"
"Alright." Miroku agreed with a smile. Stepping to the ramen he began to put it in a pot. Gathering the remaining firewood and starting a fire.
Sango gazed for a moment at the houshi's robe covered back. Shaking her head she frowned, before responding to the tug on the bottom of her kimonos. "Sango...Lets go okay?" Shippo reasoned impatiently. Sango smiled and nodded, slipping out the door to the outside of the hut.
~*~
It did not take long, before InuYasha's sensitive dog nose could smell the delicious aroma of ramen drifting out of the small hut bellow. Unaware that Miroku had been watching carefully for when the hanyou might come down, he jumped down from the tree, slipping to the threshold of the house.
"Your welcome to come in and eat you know." Miroku called from the belly of the hut. A steaming bowl of ramen in one hand, chopsticks in the other, "There's plenty of ramen left if you want some."
InuYasha frowned; stepping into the hut he sat down between Shippo and Miroku, accepting a bowl of Ramen from Sango when she politely offered it to him. An awkward silence came over the diners. Nobody said a word.
"Well..." Miroku finally coughed to break the silence. InuYasha's ears twitched at the sound.
"Well what?" he asked back innocently, affixing his gaze on Miroku. Miroku raised an eyebrow, finishing his latest mouthful of noodles before he spoke again. "When are you going to apologize to Kagome?" He finally asked.
InuYasha's empty bowl was slammed to the ground. "Why should I apologize to her?" He asked angrily. "She was the one who insulted me! She should come back her and apologize to ME." He growled. Miroku sighed heavily, putting down his half finished bowl of Ramen. Sango and Shippo had suddenly grown very quiet.
Miroku of course did not want to argue with the hanyou either. "I see." He said, although inside he winced. It would be a very long while until Kagome came back, that much was obvious.
Once again, an even more awkward silence grew. InuYasha finally seemed to have had enough. Without any type of recognition or apologize for his outburst, he stood up, stalking back outside into the night.
All of them sighed deeply. "If they love each other. Then why are they always fighting?" Shippo finally piped up. Sango seemed sincerely taken aback. It had been somewhat apparent that they did have some kind of twisted feelings for each other. But when had it become so apparent to Shippo? She glanced at Miroku, and knew where the tiny kitsune had gotten it.
Although Miroku didn't seem to notice the glance, he leaned back against the wall of the hut, closing his eyes with a sigh.
"Their relation is quite complicated I would suspect. InuYasha is still dwelling upon the past, more importantly, Kikyo. And until he can break out of that reverie, and realize that a living woman loves him, or at least, seems to. I don't think he will ever really will take notice, then heed."
Both Sango and Shippo nodded at the wise words uttered from the monk.
A silence followed, broken only from the odd crackles from the fire that they were surrounded by. "It is rather late Shippo-kun." Sango finally spoke. "I suppose you should get to sleep." She brushed off the large sounds of protest emitted from the young kitsune during the process, it was not long before Shippo was curled up in his fathers pelt, clinging to the soft fur softly as he dozed.
But it was only the small kitsune who found peace that night. Each of the group was left in their own little realm of fear and un-assurances. Outside, InuYasha stared at the moon. His usual perch on the tree seemed very familiar to him. Inside, it brought back memories. His golden eyes glinted as he kept watch over the small hut. Knowing that inside, neither of his traveling companions slept except Shippo.
Miroku's visions were invaded by how close they had been to finding Naraku. His dream could have been fulfilled yet again. So many times Naraku invaded them. Perhaps they truly would not be able to find him by the time his time came. His slumber only resulted in small dozes, and every few minutes his head would shoot up, blinking several times before sinking back to doze for another few minutes.
Sango lay on her bedroll, staring into the darkness of the hut. Hearing Miroku's small mummers when he fretted in his non-sleep. Shippo's small wines every now and then, and the whistling of the wind through the trees. Knowing that in one of those trees InuYasha sat.
And back in the modern Era, Kagome sat on her bed, dressed in her nightclothes, staring out the window at the god tree, and the concealed well house through her window. Every now and then, looking back out hopefully, as if wishing that InuYasha would appear to make things right again. But she knew that he would be mad. She couldn't risk going back and having her heart torn up again. So she lay down, staring at the ceiling as Buyo curled up at her feet. Although the oblivion of sleep invaded her as well.
It seemed that some kind of dark cloud had fallen over them all. And far above them, in the mountains very far away. Watching them all in a special mirror, a wicked one sat. A smirk played across his cruel features. He would live again, scheme, and plot. Lay a new trap for them to fall into. This time he had a new toy to add to his game. Not an incarnation, but a tool. One to be used wisely.
And wickedly of course.
"Fine then! Leave. See if I care wench!" The usual. The two couldn't stop fighting for more then a few minutes. And even then, it was just long enough for them to catch their breath, before they started all over again.
"You...Stupid...Inconsiderate...BASTARD!" Kagome screeched at the hanyou "Sit boy! Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit!" She roared. InuYasha only had enough time to try to take a desperate lunge at her, snarling like mad right into the ground. Pulling himself up, his mind worked up a few more insults. But when he lifted his head out of the face mark in the ground beneath him, he only got to see the retreating back of Kagome.
"Wait Stupid!" He screeched. "Where the hell do you think your going!" He called after her storming, retreating back.
"MY NAME IS KAGOME! AND I'M GOING HOME!" She called over her back. Her voice filled with rage as she stomped off. Thinking off all kinds of nasty names to call the flustered hanyou: How dare he?
Bringing up her family, he had continued to pester her about why she would go back, and stays so long afterwards. She had brought up the fact that they were her family, and she loved them. Although she may have accidentally let slip the fact that "Just because nobody loves you as a son, doesn't mean that my parents don't love me!" Anger had risen to her head, and she hasn't even meant to say it. Although she now, very forcibly, regretted it. She had hit a sore spot, and InuYasha had growled. Insults streaming out of his mouth, ears nose, everywhere available to the light of day. The language and phrases use made Miroku and Sango hurriedly pull each other up. Dragging Shippo with them. Retreating away from the danger zone.
And that is where we had come in. Now... Kagome was gone. Leaving a very... very temperamental InuYasha to be dealt with by a houshi and a tai-iya, with the pestering of a tiny kitsune. Just what everybody needed to spicen up their day.
InuYasha growled and stormed off. His entire body shaking with rage as he stormed into the confines of InuYasha forest. Surely no doubt to vent out his rage on a poor innocent tree that had decided to grow in the wrong place. "Feh! Stupid bitch..." he snarled; "Insulting me...God Dammit She's lucky I didn't tear her apart on the spot." He snarled bringing his fist back he ground it deeply into a tree, ignoring the cracking of a few of his knuckles. "Someday..." He muttered. ~*~ "Do you think it's safe to go back now Miroku?" asked Shippo, his little green eyes glancing up expectantly. A grumble from his stomach made his reason clear. "I'm hungry." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I think one of them would have calmed down by now."
Miroku nodded, looking up at the quickly darkening sky. They had been staying on the far side of the village for quite some time now. "Or... Kagome would have gone back to her time." He pondered, standing up. "I suppose it would be safe to go back now Shippo. I think I could make you some Ramen to eat. Although my cooking would not be as tasty as Kagome or Sango's." He said self-consciously.
Shippo grinned happily. "Yay!" he squeaked, hopping up on his shoulder. "Lets goooo." He said impatiently as he pulled Miroku's ear impatiently. Wondering why the houshi still hadn't started moving.
"Where's Sango?" Miroku finally asked, breaking out of his reverie when he felt his ear being stretched. It was then that the houshi had noticed the absence of his female companion. Where had she gotten off to? Beginning to walk, although it was not in the direction of Old Lady Kaede's hut where they were staying, but in the direction that the main stretch of the village was. The laughs and cheerful shouts of young children tickled Shippo's ears as they approached some of the village children, dancing around Sango, who had prominently a daisy in her hair, and a bouquet of the delicate white flowers in her hands. The village children dancing around; singing to Sango while other children were seen in the distance picking more flowers with the other older villagers. Happy that the children were happy, everyone seemed to be happy.
Shippo laughed out joyfully, hunger forgotten as he launched from Miroku's shoulders, Jumping up and down around with the other children happily. His eyes dancing with sheer joy.
Miroku smiled as he watched the young youkai. His eyes alighting on Sango his expression softening as he gazed about her perfect figure and flowing hair. Noticing then that she had let it down, or that the children had taken out the ribbon. As she turned a brilliant smile across her features. Miroku nearly gasped in aw. Her eyes dancing as her hair flew out gently behind her, Kimonos flowing perfectly. And for that one moment, Miroku felt only sheer desire for her. A longing-ness surging through.
It was so rare that she smiled, and even more when she laughed. But obviously the children had been just what she had needed. One of the greatest ways to pass the time while there was a fight was to distract you. Miroku didn't need much for that... Just a few women. But it was so rare when Sango was out of her seemingly depressed feat, and happy.
Miroku smiled, taking a step towards her, the visual image of him sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her off as he would a bride. Shaking his head as he neared her. Her smile still glistened, although it wasn't as bright as Sango realized that Miroku was staring at her. She rolled her eyes, turning away to scoop of Shippo, although she still could feel Miroku's eyes on her. Causing her to blush a few shades of red.
Shippo squirmed in Sango's arms, hopping up onto Sango's shoulder. "Me and Miroku decided to go back to the hut, we think that it might be safe now." He said, peering down at Sango from the perch he had secured on the top of her head. Sango smiled, gently handing Miroku the bouquet of flowers to hold, while considering.
"I suppose it would be. Has Kagome left?" She asked allowed. Miroku sighed, his hand twitching as he held the flowers in his other, finally, he caved to his own desire, slipping his hand to the most appealing part of her autonomy (To him anyways) Groping for a second, before he got his response. Sango's face burned as she whirled around, slapping him hard enough to make him stumble back. "Hentai." She growled. Miroku sighed, slap mark prominently on his cheek as he sighed. "I'm sorry Lady Sango for my inexcusable behavior." He recited, before responding to her question.
"I do believe that She has probably left. I suppose that we will have to go to find out."
The comment sobered them all. If Kagome had left angrily, then she would not come back until InuYasha apologized. Meaning; that pretty well she would never come back. InuYasha would have to work himself into frenzy before he would go back. And Nobody... Would be able to know that he ever did such a thing. Meaning overall; that it would be an unwanted delay.
The threesome made their way throughout the village. Casting a lazy glance to the trees surrounding the area, the crimson blob that was InuYasha. Arms crossed the irritated Hanyou sat, staring at the full moon in front of him. His ear twitched to the sound of the houshi walking up, after ushering Sango and Shippo inside the hut. "InuYasha?" The sullen hanyou couldn't help but notice the bit of nervousness in Miroku's voice, although deep inside, he was relieved that there was no fear.
"What do you want now Houshi?" He snapped down at the monk who had stepped under the branch that InuYasha was sitting. Miroku sighed, taking a breath before speaking. "Where is Kagome-Sama?" He finally asked, his voice filled with apprehension at the response. And he was right in expecting what he did.
"Why do you expect me to know where that wench is?" InuYasha fused at Miroku, pulling himself up into an upright position, glaring down on the wincing houshi. "I don't keep track of what she does. She does what ever she feels like it." He snarled. Miroku quickly put his hands over his head, a mark of un-heart felt apologize. "I take it then she went home." He said to himself in an under tone.
"What did you say?" InuYasha asked, his voice angry as his ears twitched in annoyance.
"Ah...I said that your absolutely right...I'm sorry to bother you...Goodnight!" Miroku finished, hurriedly, before darting back into the hut. Pulling the rice paper door down he sighed. "She went back." He sighed, shaking his head. "Baka no hanyou." He muttered. "He pissed her off again. We had Naraku's trail even. It will be long cold by the time that they quit fighting."
Miroku sighed, Sango nodded. Shippo? Well, his stomach growled. "Miroku? I thought you said we would make some ramen!" Shippo reminded with a meaningful glance at the ramen and water by the fire pit of the hut. Miroku smiled at the little fox kitsune. He smiled, "Yes I suppose I did promise." He said with a smile.
Shippo smiled happily, bouncing into Sango's arms. "Okay Miroku, You make the food, while me and Sango get some fire-wood for the night..." The kitsune volunteered. Of course, Sango had not said anything about bringing in some wood. But deciding that some more fresh air couldn't kill her she smiled kindly down at Shippo. "Yes...Me and him shall do that." She smiled. "Alright?"
"Alright." Miroku agreed with a smile. Stepping to the ramen he began to put it in a pot. Gathering the remaining firewood and starting a fire.
Sango gazed for a moment at the houshi's robe covered back. Shaking her head she frowned, before responding to the tug on the bottom of her kimonos. "Sango...Lets go okay?" Shippo reasoned impatiently. Sango smiled and nodded, slipping out the door to the outside of the hut.
~*~
It did not take long, before InuYasha's sensitive dog nose could smell the delicious aroma of ramen drifting out of the small hut bellow. Unaware that Miroku had been watching carefully for when the hanyou might come down, he jumped down from the tree, slipping to the threshold of the house.
"Your welcome to come in and eat you know." Miroku called from the belly of the hut. A steaming bowl of ramen in one hand, chopsticks in the other, "There's plenty of ramen left if you want some."
InuYasha frowned; stepping into the hut he sat down between Shippo and Miroku, accepting a bowl of Ramen from Sango when she politely offered it to him. An awkward silence came over the diners. Nobody said a word.
"Well..." Miroku finally coughed to break the silence. InuYasha's ears twitched at the sound.
"Well what?" he asked back innocently, affixing his gaze on Miroku. Miroku raised an eyebrow, finishing his latest mouthful of noodles before he spoke again. "When are you going to apologize to Kagome?" He finally asked.
InuYasha's empty bowl was slammed to the ground. "Why should I apologize to her?" He asked angrily. "She was the one who insulted me! She should come back her and apologize to ME." He growled. Miroku sighed heavily, putting down his half finished bowl of Ramen. Sango and Shippo had suddenly grown very quiet.
Miroku of course did not want to argue with the hanyou either. "I see." He said, although inside he winced. It would be a very long while until Kagome came back, that much was obvious.
Once again, an even more awkward silence grew. InuYasha finally seemed to have had enough. Without any type of recognition or apologize for his outburst, he stood up, stalking back outside into the night.
All of them sighed deeply. "If they love each other. Then why are they always fighting?" Shippo finally piped up. Sango seemed sincerely taken aback. It had been somewhat apparent that they did have some kind of twisted feelings for each other. But when had it become so apparent to Shippo? She glanced at Miroku, and knew where the tiny kitsune had gotten it.
Although Miroku didn't seem to notice the glance, he leaned back against the wall of the hut, closing his eyes with a sigh.
"Their relation is quite complicated I would suspect. InuYasha is still dwelling upon the past, more importantly, Kikyo. And until he can break out of that reverie, and realize that a living woman loves him, or at least, seems to. I don't think he will ever really will take notice, then heed."
Both Sango and Shippo nodded at the wise words uttered from the monk.
A silence followed, broken only from the odd crackles from the fire that they were surrounded by. "It is rather late Shippo-kun." Sango finally spoke. "I suppose you should get to sleep." She brushed off the large sounds of protest emitted from the young kitsune during the process, it was not long before Shippo was curled up in his fathers pelt, clinging to the soft fur softly as he dozed.
But it was only the small kitsune who found peace that night. Each of the group was left in their own little realm of fear and un-assurances. Outside, InuYasha stared at the moon. His usual perch on the tree seemed very familiar to him. Inside, it brought back memories. His golden eyes glinted as he kept watch over the small hut. Knowing that inside, neither of his traveling companions slept except Shippo.
Miroku's visions were invaded by how close they had been to finding Naraku. His dream could have been fulfilled yet again. So many times Naraku invaded them. Perhaps they truly would not be able to find him by the time his time came. His slumber only resulted in small dozes, and every few minutes his head would shoot up, blinking several times before sinking back to doze for another few minutes.
Sango lay on her bedroll, staring into the darkness of the hut. Hearing Miroku's small mummers when he fretted in his non-sleep. Shippo's small wines every now and then, and the whistling of the wind through the trees. Knowing that in one of those trees InuYasha sat.
And back in the modern Era, Kagome sat on her bed, dressed in her nightclothes, staring out the window at the god tree, and the concealed well house through her window. Every now and then, looking back out hopefully, as if wishing that InuYasha would appear to make things right again. But she knew that he would be mad. She couldn't risk going back and having her heart torn up again. So she lay down, staring at the ceiling as Buyo curled up at her feet. Although the oblivion of sleep invaded her as well.
It seemed that some kind of dark cloud had fallen over them all. And far above them, in the mountains very far away. Watching them all in a special mirror, a wicked one sat. A smirk played across his cruel features. He would live again, scheme, and plot. Lay a new trap for them to fall into. This time he had a new toy to add to his game. Not an incarnation, but a tool. One to be used wisely.
And wickedly of course.