Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, although I am happy that it is coming
back on tonight! (Aug. 25) With new episodes on top of that! Yea!!! I do
own the characters of Nekoyasha, Lotus, and Shinta (and a few others who
have only been mentioned).
Well, I haven't updated because of many things. The Summer session of school ended and hence I didn't work in a computer lab anymore. I went home to my parents house for a week and their computers are not up yet. Then there was the whole coming back to school rush. I also stopped writing because one of my chapters went in an odd direction and I havd to figure out how to get it back on track. Go figure.
Just a warning, I believe there is a bit of romantic fluff in this chapter.
Chapter 8: Rest
After the bandages had been changed, Nekoyasha and her grandchildren left the group alone to rest. The group had pushed the divider screen aside so they could speak with each other. Inuyasha was starting to get restless.
Kagome decided to see if she could see if she could get some answers out of him. "What did you mean by saying that Nekoyasha's eyes were still blue?"
"It means that she is still young." Kagome had a puzzled expression on her fact.
Sango decided to help a little. She petted Kirara in her lap. "Basically, for some cats, the eye color changes. Many of them are born with blue eyes as kittens and then the eyes usually turn gold when they become adults or when they become of mating age. So the fact that Nekoyasha's eyes are still blue means that she isn't quite an adult yet."
"Oh," was all Kagome could say. She thought for a moment more. "Then why did she say that it was Inuyasha's fault for them still being blue?"
"Because I was sealed on that tree for fifty years," Inuyasha growled.
"But, Inuyasha, if I may ask. What does the fact that you were sealed have to do with whether or not Lady Nekoyasha ages?" Miroku asked.
"We're bonded," was all that he replied.
"Bonded?" the girls asked in unison.
"Ewww. Inuyasha she's you cousin!" Miroku exclaimed.
"Not like that you pervert!" Inuyasha hit Miroku on the head. He sighed. "Cats and Dogs age slightly differently. Because we were both hanyous, it made since that we would always be around for the other, so both of us wouldn't be outcasts. When I was sealed, it stopped my aging, hence she also stopped aging."
The group fell silent. After a while Shinta came into the room.
"Is there anything that can be done for you?" He asked the group.
"Feh." Was Inuyasha's reply.
The child looked a little hurt. "Inuyasha is getting restless. I think we all might be. But I don't know if there is anything you could do about that," Kagome answered the boy gently.
"Oh, I'll go ask grandma." Shinta toed the ground slightly. Again Kagome was surprise by how much like Souta this boy was.
"Was there anything else?" she asked patiently.
"Well, I finished my chores, and I was wondering if Shippo like to play outside with me?" he asked shyly. Before anyone could say anything else, he quickly added, "Grandma said it would be okay, as long as it was ok with you."
Kagome smiled. She looked at Shippo who looked back at her hopefully. "I don't mind." She looked around at the rest of the group. Both Sango and Miroku nodded their heads yes. She looked at Inuyasha. "Well, Inuyasha?"
"Feh."
Kagome shook her head and smiled. "Yes, Shippo can go play." The two boys ran out of the room. A few minutes later, Nekoyasha came in.
"I hear that you are restless? Well, I guess it would be alright for a change of scenery. You are welcome to come outside. Just don't do anything to aggravate those wounds."
The group got up and followed her outside. Once out there they saw that Shinta and Shippo were playing with a ball. Lotus was shelling peas. Inuayasha found a tree and jumped up in it.
Nekoyasha laughed as she set herself down. "I thought only cats liked sleeping in trees." Before her was a canvas with a half drawn landscape on it. Kagome looked at it.
"It's beautiful," she said.
"Yes, it is. But I think I would enjoy seeing the real thing. Lady Sango, would you like to take a walk with me?" Miorku asked.
Sango was surprised. *He wants to take a walk with me? Probably to grope me again without anyone watching. Well, he hasn't tried to do that in a while. I hope he is feeling alright? And why does he have to look that good with his shirt off? Well, why not? I can still smack him if he tries anything.*
"Sure I'll take a walk with you. Just don't try anything, Hoshi."
Miroku held up his hands. "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing. Well, shall we?" He held out his arm for Sango. She took it and they started walking off.
Kagome stood by Nekoyasha. The healer looked over at the girl. "What do you wish to do? You are welcome to shell some peas if you want?" She smiled.
"I don't know," Kagome replied. She stood there for a moment, then turned back to Nekoyasha. "I'll be right back." She ran back into the house and came back out and sat by Nekoyasha and her granddaughter with one of her school books in hand. Nekoyasha was drawing again and glance over as the girls sat down beside her.
"That is an odd type of parchment," she said looking at the book.
Kagome smiled. "It is a book. Lots of scrolls bound together. I need it for school, which is a place you go to learn. I have a test coming up soon."
Nekoyasha shrugged and went back to her painting. "Is that why you were dreaming about two plus two?" she asked.
Kagome blushed a bit. "Yeah, something like that." Kagome opended her book and started studying. She studied for about half an hour or so. After her head began to hurt, she glanced over to the painting and noticed that Nekoyasha had added people to her painting. She saw the boys playing, a couple walking, and in a tree was a something red. "So did you paint all the paintings?"
Nekoyasha nodded. "Did you like them?" Kagome nodded back.
"I have some questions about them though."
The cat demon looked over at the girl. "How about we talk as we go make dinner?"
*****
Miroku and Sango had walked a little ways from the house. They could still see it in the distance. After they had started walking, Miroku had reached over and taken Sango's hand. She let him do that without putting up too much of a fight. She also noticed that he seemed to very quiet and contemplative. She didn't want to interrupt the comfortable silence they were having. *Why is he being so thoughtful? Why hasn't tried to grope me yet? I hope everything is okay with him.*
After a while they found a tree to sit under. Sango breathed in the air. It was crisp and clean and even she could smell the spring that was close by. The couple set side by side. Miroku still had a hold of her hand. She was glad. Truth be told she didn't want him to let go. She noticed that is hand was very warm. She glanced up at him. He was leaning up against the tree with his eyes closed. There were speckles of sunlight on his face. His legs were crossed and his hands were resting lightly on his knee. His left hand still held on to Sango's hand. He was in a meditative position, but Sango could tell that he was enjoying a moment of peace.
*Here he is meditating. I bet he would be better off right now if I just got up and left.* She tried to move her hand from his grasp. But he just gave it a gentle squeeze. Sango was shocked. *He wants me to stay? Why?* She looked at him. Then Nekoyasha's words hit her:
"He must have loved her as well. There is a rumor that she was the
only girl that he didn't ask his famous question to her the first
chance he got."
Sango looked back at the monk. He still had his eyes closed, but now he was gently massaging her hand. *Does he love me? No that can't be it. But I had to tell him that he never asked me that question. Could I possibly ... ? I don't know.*
Miroku on the other hand was thinking of his dream. He knew that he was being awfully quiet around Sango, but she didn't seem to mind. Part of him wanted to talk to her about it, but at the same time he knew that it would push her even futher away. As if Nekoyasha's words hadn't put the demon slayer on edge already.
That dream had been so real. He had felt the love between him and Sango. And it felt pure. It was not love that was built upon sex, but that which was built upon trust and understanding. That in itself gave him a peaceful feeling, and with him holding Sango's hand right now it made it almost feel real. That it hadn't been a dream.
He felt Sango try to move her hand away. He gently squeezed it. *No, I am not ready for you to leave yet. Why would you want to leave me, Sango?* He started to massage her hand. Her hand was so soft and yet tense at the same time. He sighed. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. She looked confused and seemed to be trying to figure out an inner conflict.
"Sango," He whispered. The girl looked up at him.
"Hoshi, I'm -" she started, but placed a finger upon her lips.
"Shh." He looked into her eyes. He knew that he was going to get slapped for what he was about to do, but right now it didn't matter. He leaned in a little and moved his hand to the back of her head and brought her forward. He placed his lips on hers in a feather light kiss. He pulled away ready to be smacked. But it never came.
Sango was in shock. Did this mean that he really did love her, or was he just cleverly trying to figure out how to get her into bed? She knew that she should slap him, but at the same time she didn't want to. That kiss was so soft, but so warm. She looked up at him with confusion in her eyes.
Miroku looked back at her with warmth in his eyes. He smiled warmly at her. Slowly he settled himself back against the tree. Letting go of her hand, he put his arm around her and drew her close to him.
She put her head against his chest. The skin there was warm too. She could hear his heartbeat. It was full of life and strong. She closed her eyes and just listened to it. She felt him idly playing with her hair.
Miroku smiled. Her hair was silky as he ran his fingers through it. He could feel her breath on his chest. This felt right to him. Granted she hadn't said that she would bear his child or anything. It didn't matter. He let his eyes close to the sound of her breathing.
They both would have fallen asleep there if a little kitsune hadn't come running up yelling, "Miroku! Sango! Dinner's ready!"
*****
A/N: I don't like begging for reviews. But I feel unloved. Just one review per a chapter would make me happy. I would welcome any kind of questions, comments, anything. And I will keep writing. Or just e-mail me. Thanks.
Well, I haven't updated because of many things. The Summer session of school ended and hence I didn't work in a computer lab anymore. I went home to my parents house for a week and their computers are not up yet. Then there was the whole coming back to school rush. I also stopped writing because one of my chapters went in an odd direction and I havd to figure out how to get it back on track. Go figure.
Just a warning, I believe there is a bit of romantic fluff in this chapter.
Chapter 8: Rest
After the bandages had been changed, Nekoyasha and her grandchildren left the group alone to rest. The group had pushed the divider screen aside so they could speak with each other. Inuyasha was starting to get restless.
Kagome decided to see if she could see if she could get some answers out of him. "What did you mean by saying that Nekoyasha's eyes were still blue?"
"It means that she is still young." Kagome had a puzzled expression on her fact.
Sango decided to help a little. She petted Kirara in her lap. "Basically, for some cats, the eye color changes. Many of them are born with blue eyes as kittens and then the eyes usually turn gold when they become adults or when they become of mating age. So the fact that Nekoyasha's eyes are still blue means that she isn't quite an adult yet."
"Oh," was all Kagome could say. She thought for a moment more. "Then why did she say that it was Inuyasha's fault for them still being blue?"
"Because I was sealed on that tree for fifty years," Inuyasha growled.
"But, Inuyasha, if I may ask. What does the fact that you were sealed have to do with whether or not Lady Nekoyasha ages?" Miroku asked.
"We're bonded," was all that he replied.
"Bonded?" the girls asked in unison.
"Ewww. Inuyasha she's you cousin!" Miroku exclaimed.
"Not like that you pervert!" Inuyasha hit Miroku on the head. He sighed. "Cats and Dogs age slightly differently. Because we were both hanyous, it made since that we would always be around for the other, so both of us wouldn't be outcasts. When I was sealed, it stopped my aging, hence she also stopped aging."
The group fell silent. After a while Shinta came into the room.
"Is there anything that can be done for you?" He asked the group.
"Feh." Was Inuyasha's reply.
The child looked a little hurt. "Inuyasha is getting restless. I think we all might be. But I don't know if there is anything you could do about that," Kagome answered the boy gently.
"Oh, I'll go ask grandma." Shinta toed the ground slightly. Again Kagome was surprise by how much like Souta this boy was.
"Was there anything else?" she asked patiently.
"Well, I finished my chores, and I was wondering if Shippo like to play outside with me?" he asked shyly. Before anyone could say anything else, he quickly added, "Grandma said it would be okay, as long as it was ok with you."
Kagome smiled. She looked at Shippo who looked back at her hopefully. "I don't mind." She looked around at the rest of the group. Both Sango and Miroku nodded their heads yes. She looked at Inuyasha. "Well, Inuyasha?"
"Feh."
Kagome shook her head and smiled. "Yes, Shippo can go play." The two boys ran out of the room. A few minutes later, Nekoyasha came in.
"I hear that you are restless? Well, I guess it would be alright for a change of scenery. You are welcome to come outside. Just don't do anything to aggravate those wounds."
The group got up and followed her outside. Once out there they saw that Shinta and Shippo were playing with a ball. Lotus was shelling peas. Inuayasha found a tree and jumped up in it.
Nekoyasha laughed as she set herself down. "I thought only cats liked sleeping in trees." Before her was a canvas with a half drawn landscape on it. Kagome looked at it.
"It's beautiful," she said.
"Yes, it is. But I think I would enjoy seeing the real thing. Lady Sango, would you like to take a walk with me?" Miorku asked.
Sango was surprised. *He wants to take a walk with me? Probably to grope me again without anyone watching. Well, he hasn't tried to do that in a while. I hope he is feeling alright? And why does he have to look that good with his shirt off? Well, why not? I can still smack him if he tries anything.*
"Sure I'll take a walk with you. Just don't try anything, Hoshi."
Miroku held up his hands. "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing. Well, shall we?" He held out his arm for Sango. She took it and they started walking off.
Kagome stood by Nekoyasha. The healer looked over at the girl. "What do you wish to do? You are welcome to shell some peas if you want?" She smiled.
"I don't know," Kagome replied. She stood there for a moment, then turned back to Nekoyasha. "I'll be right back." She ran back into the house and came back out and sat by Nekoyasha and her granddaughter with one of her school books in hand. Nekoyasha was drawing again and glance over as the girls sat down beside her.
"That is an odd type of parchment," she said looking at the book.
Kagome smiled. "It is a book. Lots of scrolls bound together. I need it for school, which is a place you go to learn. I have a test coming up soon."
Nekoyasha shrugged and went back to her painting. "Is that why you were dreaming about two plus two?" she asked.
Kagome blushed a bit. "Yeah, something like that." Kagome opended her book and started studying. She studied for about half an hour or so. After her head began to hurt, she glanced over to the painting and noticed that Nekoyasha had added people to her painting. She saw the boys playing, a couple walking, and in a tree was a something red. "So did you paint all the paintings?"
Nekoyasha nodded. "Did you like them?" Kagome nodded back.
"I have some questions about them though."
The cat demon looked over at the girl. "How about we talk as we go make dinner?"
*****
Miroku and Sango had walked a little ways from the house. They could still see it in the distance. After they had started walking, Miroku had reached over and taken Sango's hand. She let him do that without putting up too much of a fight. She also noticed that he seemed to very quiet and contemplative. She didn't want to interrupt the comfortable silence they were having. *Why is he being so thoughtful? Why hasn't tried to grope me yet? I hope everything is okay with him.*
After a while they found a tree to sit under. Sango breathed in the air. It was crisp and clean and even she could smell the spring that was close by. The couple set side by side. Miroku still had a hold of her hand. She was glad. Truth be told she didn't want him to let go. She noticed that is hand was very warm. She glanced up at him. He was leaning up against the tree with his eyes closed. There were speckles of sunlight on his face. His legs were crossed and his hands were resting lightly on his knee. His left hand still held on to Sango's hand. He was in a meditative position, but Sango could tell that he was enjoying a moment of peace.
*Here he is meditating. I bet he would be better off right now if I just got up and left.* She tried to move her hand from his grasp. But he just gave it a gentle squeeze. Sango was shocked. *He wants me to stay? Why?* She looked at him. Then Nekoyasha's words hit her:
"He must have loved her as well. There is a rumor that she was the
only girl that he didn't ask his famous question to her the first
chance he got."
Sango looked back at the monk. He still had his eyes closed, but now he was gently massaging her hand. *Does he love me? No that can't be it. But I had to tell him that he never asked me that question. Could I possibly ... ? I don't know.*
Miroku on the other hand was thinking of his dream. He knew that he was being awfully quiet around Sango, but she didn't seem to mind. Part of him wanted to talk to her about it, but at the same time he knew that it would push her even futher away. As if Nekoyasha's words hadn't put the demon slayer on edge already.
That dream had been so real. He had felt the love between him and Sango. And it felt pure. It was not love that was built upon sex, but that which was built upon trust and understanding. That in itself gave him a peaceful feeling, and with him holding Sango's hand right now it made it almost feel real. That it hadn't been a dream.
He felt Sango try to move her hand away. He gently squeezed it. *No, I am not ready for you to leave yet. Why would you want to leave me, Sango?* He started to massage her hand. Her hand was so soft and yet tense at the same time. He sighed. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. She looked confused and seemed to be trying to figure out an inner conflict.
"Sango," He whispered. The girl looked up at him.
"Hoshi, I'm -" she started, but placed a finger upon her lips.
"Shh." He looked into her eyes. He knew that he was going to get slapped for what he was about to do, but right now it didn't matter. He leaned in a little and moved his hand to the back of her head and brought her forward. He placed his lips on hers in a feather light kiss. He pulled away ready to be smacked. But it never came.
Sango was in shock. Did this mean that he really did love her, or was he just cleverly trying to figure out how to get her into bed? She knew that she should slap him, but at the same time she didn't want to. That kiss was so soft, but so warm. She looked up at him with confusion in her eyes.
Miroku looked back at her with warmth in his eyes. He smiled warmly at her. Slowly he settled himself back against the tree. Letting go of her hand, he put his arm around her and drew her close to him.
She put her head against his chest. The skin there was warm too. She could hear his heartbeat. It was full of life and strong. She closed her eyes and just listened to it. She felt him idly playing with her hair.
Miroku smiled. Her hair was silky as he ran his fingers through it. He could feel her breath on his chest. This felt right to him. Granted she hadn't said that she would bear his child or anything. It didn't matter. He let his eyes close to the sound of her breathing.
They both would have fallen asleep there if a little kitsune hadn't come running up yelling, "Miroku! Sango! Dinner's ready!"
*****
A/N: I don't like begging for reviews. But I feel unloved. Just one review per a chapter would make me happy. I would welcome any kind of questions, comments, anything. And I will keep writing. Or just e-mail me. Thanks.
