Secrets and Poems
Disclaimer- I don't own Inuyasha... honestly!
~Chapter 4 -The depth of it all~
Inuyasha and Miroku had gone to the corner store to pick up a car magazine and a Playboy magazine, stuck them into their jackets, ran past the doorway with the owner screaming at them and threatening, and managed to make it six blocks away from the store. Then they bought two tickets to see some PG13 flick, then threw the tickets away once they were away from the ticket sellers and agreed to watch an 'interesting' movie instead. After a few minutes of Inuyasha and Miroku fighting over which movie to see, they agreed to sneak into an R rated movie that includes extreme violence and nudity. When the movie was over, they snuck right out without anyone noticing and ran to the park to get some fresh air.
"What a day. First we're stuck in detention with two beautiful girls, then we got two free magazines, then snuck into the best movie ever," Inuyasha ran to the playground and sat on one of the swings. Miroku joined him, sitting on the swing next to Inuyasha.
"I guess so, but didn't we steal those magazines?" Miroku inquired.
Inuyasha shrugged, "Oh well. Those magazines were screaming 'steal me'," both boys lightly swung on the swings for a few minutes. When it started to get darker, Miroku stood up. Inuyasha looked up at him.
"C'mon, we should go home now. My aunt and uncle will kill me if I don't get my butt back home before 6:00," Miroku was a few feet away from the swings when he stopped. He looked around at Inuyasha who was still on the swings.
"Well?" Miroku asked impatiently.
"Well what?" Inuyasha shot back. "I'm going home later. I'm just going to stay a few minutes. My dad won't mind, just as long as I come back before 6:30,"
Miroku shrugged and said, "Whatever you say, man."
Inuyasha watched as his best friend ran down the streets and a few blocks away until the he couldn't see Miroku because of the trees in the way. Sighing, Inuyasha swung back and forth until a quarter to eight when he lazily got up and trudged his way back home.
** Miroku opened the two French doors that lead into the foyer. After grabbing something form the fridge, he proceeded down the hall. He stopped suddenly when he heard the sound of paper's rustling in the room to his right. It was his Uncle's business room. His Uncle Arihodo was a doctor, and he usually didn't have free time to spend with anyone. But there was always those one-in-a-lifetime opportunities when he had a free weekend. Those were the time he spent with his aunt and him. His uncle had always felt so sympathetic to Miroku since both his parent's had died when he was seven. So he spent as much time that he could conjure and spent them with Miroku. Although Miroku was happy to spend time with his uncle, it wasn't like having his father. Nevertheless, his Uncle kept trying to please him by spending as much time possible.
Miroku sighed as he climbed the staircase. He was a near his uncle and aunt's bedroom when his aunt appeared. Miroku loved his aunt as much as he loved his uncle. She was fresh, fun, and generous. Almost like his real mother. Well, that was how others described her to be. His aunt looked busy as she carried a stack of books out of the room. The books almost reached the ceiling! Miroku took half of the pile of books and helped his aunt carry them to the room on the other side, or the library as some may call it. After handling ten or nine piles of books, they were finally finished.
His Aunt Ajuna wiped beads of sweat off of her forehead. Miroku's aunt worked as a librarian in the local library. She spent most of her time with either Miroku or the library. Sometimes Miroku would stop by and help out or read a book to past the time. His Aunt Ajuna loved Miroku like she would love her own son. Of course, she would never be able to bear a son. She sighed before giving Miroku a slight smile.
"Thank you, Miroku. Those books are really heavy," she chuckled a bit. Miroku smiled, his aunt was some lady. She was in her late thirties, but looked better than ever. She had dark brown hair, which she usually kept in a bun. That usually gave people the strict library vibe. But she wasn't anywhere near that. She was freer than the wind and was carefree when she needed to be.
"You're welcome. So, how was work at the library?" Miroku asked.
"Same old, same old. It's a library, and even though it's one of the joys in my life, it's always going to be same old," his aunt picked up a book and put it between two small books that were on the bookcase.
"So, how was school? Any girls? How about that girl you keep chasing? What was her name, I think it was Sago?" His aunt raised an eyebrow, which showed two twinkling brown eyes. Miroku bent his head over a book and just said, "Oh, you mean S-Sango. Well, like you said before, same old same old."
Miroku stood up and put the book he had held tightly and put it somewhere on the bookcase. Yep, he had been chasing Sango ever since he saw her almost beat the crap out of some guy when they were in preschool. He loved her hair, her eyes, her good nature, and he especially loved how she would hit him just enough for him not to obtain brain damage, even though it seems he has.
No, she'll never like a guy like me. She already doesn't like me; love is just out of the question. Miroku thought to himself. I'll always be that perverted Miroku Kokoro.
**
Inuyasha crept silently through the door and listened closely. No one was here tonight. His brother, Sesshoumaru, was at his apartment. His brother is in college, trying to earn degree in therapy. His dad's a lawyer, so his dad wanted Sesshoumaru to learn everything about the business. But Sesshoumaru had other plans. That's the reason why his dad, Chikara Takihanou, never let's Sesshoumaru visit. The only time he ever has is when his dad isn't there. His visits are mainly because he needs to get something (Chikara didn't let him have his stuff back. So plainly he had to use the clothes he had until he went shopping, which wasn't for three weeks. Homework plainly). He didn't care, his brother and him were never really close. In short, they hated each other. Or maybe that's what they think.
Inuyasha was sot of rich. He wasn't as rich as Miroku, but he had a fairly large house, and Inuyasha liked it that way. He never interacts with his dad. Every few times they would pass each other in the corridor, but that was a long time ago. After an incident that had occurred when he was ten, Inuyasha was careful not to even pass him by.
Anyways, his dad is too busy to care. He became absorbed into his job when Inuyasha's mom had died. His mom, Amei Takihanou, was loving, although, that's how he remembers her. She had died when he was six. His dad started acting weird and started to get immensely involved with his work when Inuyasha was eight years old. Inuyasha started avoiding his dad when he was nine, and completely avoided all contact with his dad when he was ten. Plainly, his dad and him didn't have a father-son relationship.
Inuyasha walked upstairs, went into his room, and locked his door. Plopping on the bed, he started to get out his homework. After three textbooks, a huge headache, two Tylenols, and a banana, Inuyasha was done with his Godforsaken homework. Inuyasha took out a piece of binder paper and started scribbling on it. After looking at what he had just put on the paper, he stood up and went to his desk. After opening a drawer, he pushed a few stuff at the end and stuck his fingernails under the bottom. The bottom lifted and he found a journal underneath. Taking out the journal, he opened it up and stuck the piece of paper inside. He closed the drawer after putting the journal back into its hiding place and got ready for bed.
He felt the sharp pain run down his spine as he was forcefully pushed against the wall. Soon, he felt a fist smash against his ribcage as he fell on the floor, trying to hold back burning tears. Suddenly, he felt his face look up into two wild, black orbs. He let out a choked cry as his fingers dug deeper into his scalp. His face felt the floor as the hand that was grabbing his hair pushed his face down. Everything was dark and silent. He could feel every single bone break under the immense pressure. Suddenly, he felt his hands let go of his scalp. Sucking in a painful breath, he believed that time had actually stopped. That right now, it was just them. Stuck in this black void. He felt no pain, no worry. Just the silence and the dark that dare consume him. After a few minutes, he was brought back to the dark room. He felt pain surging through him as something crashed against his rib cage. He didn't know when everything stopped and he was finally alone, he just felt the throbbing. He lay motionless on the cold marble floor, holding in the pain, the angst, the problems. He didn't know it now, but this was just it. And it would say inside, never leaving his mind.
Miroku woke up suddenly. It felt like drops of his past, the past with his parents, had just came to him in a dream. He was trembling a bit. Taking in a reassuring breath, he fell back into his bed and tried to go back to sleep. But sleep wasn't coming. Miroku got out of bed and went out into the corridor. After walking down the spiral staircase, he went into the kitchen and grabbed a midnight snack. He had devoured a ham and cheese sandwich before going back to bed. With a nearly full stomach, he fell asleep.
Everything was dark, nothing but the dimming streetlight brought light into the dark street. He was holding hands with his mother and she was smiling broadly at him. He smiled the whole way through. Even though the coldness of the dark was in the air, he felt the warmth from his mother's love. A car parked near the curb, where his mother and him were holding hands. The driver opened the door, and just when she was about to get in, the sound of a gun shot through the hair like a scythe. Suddenly, everything was black. He couldn't feel the warmth from his mother anymore, he just felt the cold blood around him. A dark figure approached, and he lay on the ground motionless. Suddenly, the voice spoke. What he said, he couldn't hear. He just knew that the person who the voice belonged to gave him safety, although, right when he got up, the figure was gone. All that was there was a blood stained boy and the darkness.
"No!" Inuyasha sat up in bed, drenched in sweat. It felt like he had been holding his breath the whole time. Taking in quick breaths, he slowed down a bit. Resting his forehead on his palm, he tried to ignore the nightmare. He rested his head on the pillow and thought for a moment. Before he knew it, he too had drifted back to sleep, except he didn't have nightmares this time.
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A/N
Cherrie'zblozomz- did you like that chapter? Sorry it was short. I would have continued it, but it didn't add up with what had just happened. I hope you liked it and I promise to get back with the fifth chapter soon. Although I think the sixth or seventh chapter might come late.
Anywayz, I hope you're enjoying, even though not much has happened. In the next chappie-
A new character comes. Guess who it is.
~-~
Disclaimer- I don't own Inuyasha... honestly!
~Chapter 4 -The depth of it all~
Inuyasha and Miroku had gone to the corner store to pick up a car magazine and a Playboy magazine, stuck them into their jackets, ran past the doorway with the owner screaming at them and threatening, and managed to make it six blocks away from the store. Then they bought two tickets to see some PG13 flick, then threw the tickets away once they were away from the ticket sellers and agreed to watch an 'interesting' movie instead. After a few minutes of Inuyasha and Miroku fighting over which movie to see, they agreed to sneak into an R rated movie that includes extreme violence and nudity. When the movie was over, they snuck right out without anyone noticing and ran to the park to get some fresh air.
"What a day. First we're stuck in detention with two beautiful girls, then we got two free magazines, then snuck into the best movie ever," Inuyasha ran to the playground and sat on one of the swings. Miroku joined him, sitting on the swing next to Inuyasha.
"I guess so, but didn't we steal those magazines?" Miroku inquired.
Inuyasha shrugged, "Oh well. Those magazines were screaming 'steal me'," both boys lightly swung on the swings for a few minutes. When it started to get darker, Miroku stood up. Inuyasha looked up at him.
"C'mon, we should go home now. My aunt and uncle will kill me if I don't get my butt back home before 6:00," Miroku was a few feet away from the swings when he stopped. He looked around at Inuyasha who was still on the swings.
"Well?" Miroku asked impatiently.
"Well what?" Inuyasha shot back. "I'm going home later. I'm just going to stay a few minutes. My dad won't mind, just as long as I come back before 6:30,"
Miroku shrugged and said, "Whatever you say, man."
Inuyasha watched as his best friend ran down the streets and a few blocks away until the he couldn't see Miroku because of the trees in the way. Sighing, Inuyasha swung back and forth until a quarter to eight when he lazily got up and trudged his way back home.
** Miroku opened the two French doors that lead into the foyer. After grabbing something form the fridge, he proceeded down the hall. He stopped suddenly when he heard the sound of paper's rustling in the room to his right. It was his Uncle's business room. His Uncle Arihodo was a doctor, and he usually didn't have free time to spend with anyone. But there was always those one-in-a-lifetime opportunities when he had a free weekend. Those were the time he spent with his aunt and him. His uncle had always felt so sympathetic to Miroku since both his parent's had died when he was seven. So he spent as much time that he could conjure and spent them with Miroku. Although Miroku was happy to spend time with his uncle, it wasn't like having his father. Nevertheless, his Uncle kept trying to please him by spending as much time possible.
Miroku sighed as he climbed the staircase. He was a near his uncle and aunt's bedroom when his aunt appeared. Miroku loved his aunt as much as he loved his uncle. She was fresh, fun, and generous. Almost like his real mother. Well, that was how others described her to be. His aunt looked busy as she carried a stack of books out of the room. The books almost reached the ceiling! Miroku took half of the pile of books and helped his aunt carry them to the room on the other side, or the library as some may call it. After handling ten or nine piles of books, they were finally finished.
His Aunt Ajuna wiped beads of sweat off of her forehead. Miroku's aunt worked as a librarian in the local library. She spent most of her time with either Miroku or the library. Sometimes Miroku would stop by and help out or read a book to past the time. His Aunt Ajuna loved Miroku like she would love her own son. Of course, she would never be able to bear a son. She sighed before giving Miroku a slight smile.
"Thank you, Miroku. Those books are really heavy," she chuckled a bit. Miroku smiled, his aunt was some lady. She was in her late thirties, but looked better than ever. She had dark brown hair, which she usually kept in a bun. That usually gave people the strict library vibe. But she wasn't anywhere near that. She was freer than the wind and was carefree when she needed to be.
"You're welcome. So, how was work at the library?" Miroku asked.
"Same old, same old. It's a library, and even though it's one of the joys in my life, it's always going to be same old," his aunt picked up a book and put it between two small books that were on the bookcase.
"So, how was school? Any girls? How about that girl you keep chasing? What was her name, I think it was Sago?" His aunt raised an eyebrow, which showed two twinkling brown eyes. Miroku bent his head over a book and just said, "Oh, you mean S-Sango. Well, like you said before, same old same old."
Miroku stood up and put the book he had held tightly and put it somewhere on the bookcase. Yep, he had been chasing Sango ever since he saw her almost beat the crap out of some guy when they were in preschool. He loved her hair, her eyes, her good nature, and he especially loved how she would hit him just enough for him not to obtain brain damage, even though it seems he has.
No, she'll never like a guy like me. She already doesn't like me; love is just out of the question. Miroku thought to himself. I'll always be that perverted Miroku Kokoro.
**
Inuyasha crept silently through the door and listened closely. No one was here tonight. His brother, Sesshoumaru, was at his apartment. His brother is in college, trying to earn degree in therapy. His dad's a lawyer, so his dad wanted Sesshoumaru to learn everything about the business. But Sesshoumaru had other plans. That's the reason why his dad, Chikara Takihanou, never let's Sesshoumaru visit. The only time he ever has is when his dad isn't there. His visits are mainly because he needs to get something (Chikara didn't let him have his stuff back. So plainly he had to use the clothes he had until he went shopping, which wasn't for three weeks. Homework plainly). He didn't care, his brother and him were never really close. In short, they hated each other. Or maybe that's what they think.
Inuyasha was sot of rich. He wasn't as rich as Miroku, but he had a fairly large house, and Inuyasha liked it that way. He never interacts with his dad. Every few times they would pass each other in the corridor, but that was a long time ago. After an incident that had occurred when he was ten, Inuyasha was careful not to even pass him by.
Anyways, his dad is too busy to care. He became absorbed into his job when Inuyasha's mom had died. His mom, Amei Takihanou, was loving, although, that's how he remembers her. She had died when he was six. His dad started acting weird and started to get immensely involved with his work when Inuyasha was eight years old. Inuyasha started avoiding his dad when he was nine, and completely avoided all contact with his dad when he was ten. Plainly, his dad and him didn't have a father-son relationship.
Inuyasha walked upstairs, went into his room, and locked his door. Plopping on the bed, he started to get out his homework. After three textbooks, a huge headache, two Tylenols, and a banana, Inuyasha was done with his Godforsaken homework. Inuyasha took out a piece of binder paper and started scribbling on it. After looking at what he had just put on the paper, he stood up and went to his desk. After opening a drawer, he pushed a few stuff at the end and stuck his fingernails under the bottom. The bottom lifted and he found a journal underneath. Taking out the journal, he opened it up and stuck the piece of paper inside. He closed the drawer after putting the journal back into its hiding place and got ready for bed.
He felt the sharp pain run down his spine as he was forcefully pushed against the wall. Soon, he felt a fist smash against his ribcage as he fell on the floor, trying to hold back burning tears. Suddenly, he felt his face look up into two wild, black orbs. He let out a choked cry as his fingers dug deeper into his scalp. His face felt the floor as the hand that was grabbing his hair pushed his face down. Everything was dark and silent. He could feel every single bone break under the immense pressure. Suddenly, he felt his hands let go of his scalp. Sucking in a painful breath, he believed that time had actually stopped. That right now, it was just them. Stuck in this black void. He felt no pain, no worry. Just the silence and the dark that dare consume him. After a few minutes, he was brought back to the dark room. He felt pain surging through him as something crashed against his rib cage. He didn't know when everything stopped and he was finally alone, he just felt the throbbing. He lay motionless on the cold marble floor, holding in the pain, the angst, the problems. He didn't know it now, but this was just it. And it would say inside, never leaving his mind.
Miroku woke up suddenly. It felt like drops of his past, the past with his parents, had just came to him in a dream. He was trembling a bit. Taking in a reassuring breath, he fell back into his bed and tried to go back to sleep. But sleep wasn't coming. Miroku got out of bed and went out into the corridor. After walking down the spiral staircase, he went into the kitchen and grabbed a midnight snack. He had devoured a ham and cheese sandwich before going back to bed. With a nearly full stomach, he fell asleep.
Everything was dark, nothing but the dimming streetlight brought light into the dark street. He was holding hands with his mother and she was smiling broadly at him. He smiled the whole way through. Even though the coldness of the dark was in the air, he felt the warmth from his mother's love. A car parked near the curb, where his mother and him were holding hands. The driver opened the door, and just when she was about to get in, the sound of a gun shot through the hair like a scythe. Suddenly, everything was black. He couldn't feel the warmth from his mother anymore, he just felt the cold blood around him. A dark figure approached, and he lay on the ground motionless. Suddenly, the voice spoke. What he said, he couldn't hear. He just knew that the person who the voice belonged to gave him safety, although, right when he got up, the figure was gone. All that was there was a blood stained boy and the darkness.
"No!" Inuyasha sat up in bed, drenched in sweat. It felt like he had been holding his breath the whole time. Taking in quick breaths, he slowed down a bit. Resting his forehead on his palm, he tried to ignore the nightmare. He rested his head on the pillow and thought for a moment. Before he knew it, he too had drifted back to sleep, except he didn't have nightmares this time.
~*~
A/N
Cherrie'zblozomz- did you like that chapter? Sorry it was short. I would have continued it, but it didn't add up with what had just happened. I hope you liked it and I promise to get back with the fifth chapter soon. Although I think the sixth or seventh chapter might come late.
Anywayz, I hope you're enjoying, even though not much has happened. In the next chappie-
A new character comes. Guess who it is.
~-~
