It's Hard to Remember
By: Silver Teardrops
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to its rightful owner, and henceforth that is not me.
Chapter 3: Times Of Changes part 2/Staring Down The Path
Miroku moved along the wall, tearing out his hair, the news was hit-horribly. Misao was still crying, and Kagome is trying to soothe her, with Kotarou crying and trying his best to keep strong for Misao.
"Shit, what the fuck did I do, what did she do to deserve this? Why? Why couldn't it be me!!!" Miroku yelled falling to his knees and bending over the tears and pain overwhelmed him.
Inuyasha bent next to him and patted his back-trying his best to do anything to help.
____Flashback to earlier____
"We-it's-sir, your wife, she couldn't make it." The doctor bowed his head ashamed of his failure. Miroku who held a quieted but still shaking Misao in his arms broke loose then.
"No...no...NO!!!!!" Miroku pushed past the apologizing doctor and ran into the room that held his wife-his one and only Sango.
"Kasaan? Kasaan?" Misao jumped out of her otousan's grip and ran onto the bed. But the nurses there-one male nurse removed her while the other two women pulled a neatly ironed white sheet slowly from the foot to the head of the pale woman.
"No! SANGO!!!!" Miroku ran to the bedside and begged hte nurse to let him see her. They were crying because the pain you could feel emanting from the two family members of this deceased woman made you feel pity for them.
"Sango! PLease, open you eyes! I can't do this alone, I just can't -what happened to our life together? What? Please don't let this be true, let it be a nightmare! Sango...SANGO!" Miroku cried touching the cold face of his wife and his body shook with fear, pain, anger, everything just went through him and shook him to a crying fool.
"No...otousan, it can't be true." Misao whispered thorugh her tears. She was young but she knew about deaths, and she didn't want it to have happened to her kasaan.
"Misao...I can't do this." Miroku cried burying his head into the neck of Sango and crying with all his might.
"Misao-chan." Kagome gasped, trying to stop her tears, she held onto the child holding her tightly. Misao just lost it. She began thrashing and crying with emotions that shouldn't have been introduced to such youngsters.
"IIE! OKASAAN DON'T LEAVE MEEEE!" Misao screamed and Kotarou shook with the tears that came adn he ran to Misao and tried to calm her down. Kagome was crying with such fierce lost that Inuyasha had to hold her shoulders to stop her from shaking Misao too much.
"You...anata, you didn't even say good bye to me, to any of us." Miroku's quieted and hurtful whisper caught everyone's attention. Kagome knew that the most hurting right now, was Miroku and Misao. They lost that someone that made their lives complete.
"Why?" Miroku cried looking up into Sango's face, to see that at least she wore a smile to death. Miroku then turned around to see Misao crying her little frame to shake violently. He looked at her then at Kagome and Kagome let Misao go and Misao ran straight into Miroku's waiting arms.
"Otousan...why? I was a good girl wasn't I? Why?" Misao cried into his chest, taking small glances at her mother.
___End Flashback___
Misao was exhausted with her tears that racked her small body and soon drifted to an dreamless and full of pain kind of sleep. Kagome looked at the two suffering the most then at Kotarou who was trying to be strong but was found sitted beside her crying silently.
"Kotarou-let it all out, Misao's not awake." Kagome silently persuaded him and he did, curling into a ball on the chair and Kagome patted his head. Why, Sango was the one they will miss-why did it have to be her, why did it have to be anyone?
"Miroku---" Kagome whispered as she saw him thrashing about and falling to the pain and Inuyasha there to comfort him.
Miroku cried more-that people who passed the two men on the floor gave sympathy stares that bore into both of their bodies.
"Why? We had so much time left-why did her's have to come so soon?" Miroku asked anyone who could answer him.
"I don't know. But remember-don't do anything stupid. Misao is left to you-it's a gift from Sango, and she expects you to care for her, as she would care for the both of you." Inuyasha told him sternly. He knew how it was-his mother died and his own father was confused as to how to take care of a child, and so mostly he grew up-by the influence of others and not much help from his otousan.
"I'll try. Demo, it hurts."
"Don't you think that's what Misao-chan is going through? She was afterall taught to be wise beyond her years by the two best parents."
"I know that-but, how can we cope with such a big loss?"
"The best way you can." Inuyasha found Miroku crying still, but silently now-shaking his body with the heartwrenching sobs. Inuyasha he sat there-just being by his best friend's side. The way he has always been.
*****
The times were tough-especially since they still were living in the same house that brought so many memories of the deceased. So Miroku took it in his mind to move to another place-because neither of them, could stadn crying themselves to sleep every waking night.
So they relocated to a small apartment where it was just a few blocks within Inuyasha's house. Miroku was working still-but he had to make time for Misao now. Because she still could not go to school, unless he does some arrangement.
It's been almost 6 months since the incident, and things were not the same at all, no matter how much they acted-the truth always made it's way through.
"Kotarou's here." Miroku smiled at Misao who sat at the low table-drawing with crayons.
"Okay." Misao got up and went to the door to greet him-instead of tackling him like old times. Things changed his little girl, and she is no longer naiive she knows the pains of the heart.
"Misao-chan, I would like you to come to school with me today. Can she Miroku-jisan?" Kotarou looked at him and was glad to find relief in his eyes. Miroku nodded and went to fetch a light coat for Misao to wear.
"Be careful with her-okay, and bring her back safely, I'm counting on you." Miroku waved good bye to the laughing children.
*****
Misao was laughing, because she was thankful that she could get her mind off of the thought still-she being close to 6 years old but she could still remember everything as clear as what she sees now.
"Misao, this is the school I want you to come to, this year. Tell your otousan to let you. You know I'll be here to take care of you." Kotarou smiled sincerely at Misao and she nodded, glad for the invitation.
"I want to go with you to school. This looks fun."
"Come on-it's recess right now. Then you can come with me to class as a visitor, they'll gladly let you follow." Kotarou brought her to an available swing and she sat down with him pushing her.
"This-it's fun." Misao commented, enjoying the breeze she received as if it washed all her worries and problems away.
"I'm happy for you." Kotarou was glad he led her here. Maybe someday they'll be closer. Because right now-Misao's being distant to him to everyone in fact.
Misao sat on the swing enjoying the feel of air beneath her feet and the winds hitting her face and tossing her hair. Okasaan-I miss you a lot. Please send your love to me and best importantly to Otousan. Misao silently prayed and suddenly her heart felt lighter. This may be the road to recovery.
A/n: Been a long time- and it's rushed but I really want to write the present where Misao has to face hardships and Miroku faces challenges of being a single father who misses his wife dearly.
By: Silver Teardrops
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to its rightful owner, and henceforth that is not me.
Chapter 3: Times Of Changes part 2/Staring Down The Path
Miroku moved along the wall, tearing out his hair, the news was hit-horribly. Misao was still crying, and Kagome is trying to soothe her, with Kotarou crying and trying his best to keep strong for Misao.
"Shit, what the fuck did I do, what did she do to deserve this? Why? Why couldn't it be me!!!" Miroku yelled falling to his knees and bending over the tears and pain overwhelmed him.
Inuyasha bent next to him and patted his back-trying his best to do anything to help.
____Flashback to earlier____
"We-it's-sir, your wife, she couldn't make it." The doctor bowed his head ashamed of his failure. Miroku who held a quieted but still shaking Misao in his arms broke loose then.
"No...no...NO!!!!!" Miroku pushed past the apologizing doctor and ran into the room that held his wife-his one and only Sango.
"Kasaan? Kasaan?" Misao jumped out of her otousan's grip and ran onto the bed. But the nurses there-one male nurse removed her while the other two women pulled a neatly ironed white sheet slowly from the foot to the head of the pale woman.
"No! SANGO!!!!" Miroku ran to the bedside and begged hte nurse to let him see her. They were crying because the pain you could feel emanting from the two family members of this deceased woman made you feel pity for them.
"Sango! PLease, open you eyes! I can't do this alone, I just can't -what happened to our life together? What? Please don't let this be true, let it be a nightmare! Sango...SANGO!" Miroku cried touching the cold face of his wife and his body shook with fear, pain, anger, everything just went through him and shook him to a crying fool.
"No...otousan, it can't be true." Misao whispered thorugh her tears. She was young but she knew about deaths, and she didn't want it to have happened to her kasaan.
"Misao...I can't do this." Miroku cried burying his head into the neck of Sango and crying with all his might.
"Misao-chan." Kagome gasped, trying to stop her tears, she held onto the child holding her tightly. Misao just lost it. She began thrashing and crying with emotions that shouldn't have been introduced to such youngsters.
"IIE! OKASAAN DON'T LEAVE MEEEE!" Misao screamed and Kotarou shook with the tears that came adn he ran to Misao and tried to calm her down. Kagome was crying with such fierce lost that Inuyasha had to hold her shoulders to stop her from shaking Misao too much.
"You...anata, you didn't even say good bye to me, to any of us." Miroku's quieted and hurtful whisper caught everyone's attention. Kagome knew that the most hurting right now, was Miroku and Misao. They lost that someone that made their lives complete.
"Why?" Miroku cried looking up into Sango's face, to see that at least she wore a smile to death. Miroku then turned around to see Misao crying her little frame to shake violently. He looked at her then at Kagome and Kagome let Misao go and Misao ran straight into Miroku's waiting arms.
"Otousan...why? I was a good girl wasn't I? Why?" Misao cried into his chest, taking small glances at her mother.
___End Flashback___
Misao was exhausted with her tears that racked her small body and soon drifted to an dreamless and full of pain kind of sleep. Kagome looked at the two suffering the most then at Kotarou who was trying to be strong but was found sitted beside her crying silently.
"Kotarou-let it all out, Misao's not awake." Kagome silently persuaded him and he did, curling into a ball on the chair and Kagome patted his head. Why, Sango was the one they will miss-why did it have to be her, why did it have to be anyone?
"Miroku---" Kagome whispered as she saw him thrashing about and falling to the pain and Inuyasha there to comfort him.
Miroku cried more-that people who passed the two men on the floor gave sympathy stares that bore into both of their bodies.
"Why? We had so much time left-why did her's have to come so soon?" Miroku asked anyone who could answer him.
"I don't know. But remember-don't do anything stupid. Misao is left to you-it's a gift from Sango, and she expects you to care for her, as she would care for the both of you." Inuyasha told him sternly. He knew how it was-his mother died and his own father was confused as to how to take care of a child, and so mostly he grew up-by the influence of others and not much help from his otousan.
"I'll try. Demo, it hurts."
"Don't you think that's what Misao-chan is going through? She was afterall taught to be wise beyond her years by the two best parents."
"I know that-but, how can we cope with such a big loss?"
"The best way you can." Inuyasha found Miroku crying still, but silently now-shaking his body with the heartwrenching sobs. Inuyasha he sat there-just being by his best friend's side. The way he has always been.
*****
The times were tough-especially since they still were living in the same house that brought so many memories of the deceased. So Miroku took it in his mind to move to another place-because neither of them, could stadn crying themselves to sleep every waking night.
So they relocated to a small apartment where it was just a few blocks within Inuyasha's house. Miroku was working still-but he had to make time for Misao now. Because she still could not go to school, unless he does some arrangement.
It's been almost 6 months since the incident, and things were not the same at all, no matter how much they acted-the truth always made it's way through.
"Kotarou's here." Miroku smiled at Misao who sat at the low table-drawing with crayons.
"Okay." Misao got up and went to the door to greet him-instead of tackling him like old times. Things changed his little girl, and she is no longer naiive she knows the pains of the heart.
"Misao-chan, I would like you to come to school with me today. Can she Miroku-jisan?" Kotarou looked at him and was glad to find relief in his eyes. Miroku nodded and went to fetch a light coat for Misao to wear.
"Be careful with her-okay, and bring her back safely, I'm counting on you." Miroku waved good bye to the laughing children.
*****
Misao was laughing, because she was thankful that she could get her mind off of the thought still-she being close to 6 years old but she could still remember everything as clear as what she sees now.
"Misao, this is the school I want you to come to, this year. Tell your otousan to let you. You know I'll be here to take care of you." Kotarou smiled sincerely at Misao and she nodded, glad for the invitation.
"I want to go with you to school. This looks fun."
"Come on-it's recess right now. Then you can come with me to class as a visitor, they'll gladly let you follow." Kotarou brought her to an available swing and she sat down with him pushing her.
"This-it's fun." Misao commented, enjoying the breeze she received as if it washed all her worries and problems away.
"I'm happy for you." Kotarou was glad he led her here. Maybe someday they'll be closer. Because right now-Misao's being distant to him to everyone in fact.
Misao sat on the swing enjoying the feel of air beneath her feet and the winds hitting her face and tossing her hair. Okasaan-I miss you a lot. Please send your love to me and best importantly to Otousan. Misao silently prayed and suddenly her heart felt lighter. This may be the road to recovery.
A/n: Been a long time- and it's rushed but I really want to write the present where Misao has to face hardships and Miroku faces challenges of being a single father who misses his wife dearly.
