Disclaimer~ I don't own Inuyasha or any related characters.
Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Author's note~ Wow, I'm so happy, I've gotten numerous amounts of threats from people who are going to come after me if I don't update soon. This makes me extremely glad, I know now how much you all care. Thanks a lot. Sorry, if this came out a bit later than planned, evil teachers, evil homework. You know the drill. Thanks for being patient.
Chapter 4
Sango fought with herself as she tried keeping her eyes open. She and Kirara had been wandering around for what felt like days, even though it was only a few hours. She hadn't picked up any word from other villages around the area about any strange occurrences, which meant she was on her own. However, a woman's intuition can only lead someone so far, in this case, she wasn't lead very far at all and was already getting lost.
Her eyes were nearly shut when a soft growl from Kirara awoken her. She smiled lightly and gave Kirara a small pet, "Sorry girl, I'm just getting a little tired. Let's take a break, you must be exhausted yourself."
Kirara replied with a light purr, this put a small smile on Sango's face, she was glad to know that she wasn't the only one who thought a break was a good idea. She hopped off her back and led the now untransformed Kirara over to a large tree where they could rest under for a little while.
"This feels nice," she said quietly to herself. There was a cool breeze rustling through the leaves gently lapping over her face, it was quite refreshing. For a second she was able to escape her bleak reality, but Sango's daze short lived, as she felt Kirara nuzzling up against her side; she slid her hand down and stroked her gently. A part of her felt at ease, it was nice getting away from the group and being independent, although, even this couldn't keep her thoughts from traveling back to Miroku.
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Kagura looked down curiously at the fallen monk/demon slayer lying on the ground. His eyes were open and he was staring up at her, but he hadn't said a word or moved an inch since she brought him to the hillside. She was starting to get a little paranoid. "Is anyone home?" she asked, as she gave him a hard kick in the side.
Miroku didn't even seem to acknowledge that she had just hit him; he stayed the exact same way he was before, he was like a statue. It was like he was sleeping with his eyes open. He was dead to the world.
This made Kagura even more furious. When you hit someone they're suppose to fight back, not just lie there like a zombie, it had to stop. "Wake up, stupid!" Kagura took another shot at him, this time connecting with his face. This seemed to knock something loose as his eyes moved to meet her face. Kagura smiled at her success, "Good, I've seem to have gotten your attention now. So listen up- -"
That hit she had made to his face seemed to have brought him out of the daze he was in. He was off in his own little world at the time, living in a daydream. A small coma that was much easier to wake up from, if you will. He had no sense for what was going on when he awoke and was terrified but unable to show it. Why? He didn't know why, and that scared him.
'My body, I can't move my body. My body, it's numb. I've got to go, this is wrong. There's something very wrong.'
His eyes were intently focused on the figure standing before him. He could see her lips moving but there was no sound, he couldn't hear a damn thing she was saying. Yet, some part of him recognized her. He could hear her voice in the back of his mind. The pupils in his eyes dilated as the voices grew louder.
"It's time, Dragon Dance."
"Was that all you're made of, houshi? Very well then."
"Ah, that was so touching. It brings tears to my eyes, really."
"Typical. People can never do anything the easy way."
These voices meshed around in his mind as he feverishly tried to put them together. They all seemed to mix together and make no sense to him; he focused harder on the voices hoping to get some sort of mental picture.
Blood, there was blood everywhere. He could see a giant pool of blood forming around someone. Screaming, there were agonizing screams filling the air, someone was screaming out in pain, in horror.
His eyes widened further as an image of a female passed through his eyes. She had long dark brown her tied up in a ponytail and was wearing a sleek black uniform. His heart jostled as he tried to get a better picture of her. Lightning flashed in the background lighting up her face, or lack of one. He couldn't see her face. Blood dripped down what looked like an empty canvas to him; she had no eyes, no nose, and no mouth. She was an empty shell.
He tried to reach out his hand to her but all at once a great pain jolted through him. He dropped to the ground and tried to reach out to her again, but the image was fading and the girl with no face had disappeared. Another flash of pain struck him and his body felt like it was on fire, his insides were burning. He let out a magnificent scream and when he opened his eyes the image was gone.
Everything was gone, and he was back on the peaceful hillside, alone. He clenched his chest tightly as he grew short of breath. "What the hell was that?" Beads of sweat dribbled down his face as he tried to gain a sense of where he was, and what had happened.
"Was that a dream?" He tried to flashback again and remember what happened but nothing came to him, he was drawing a blank. "It must of have been a dream but," He looked down at his hands, they were shaking uncontrollably, his whole body was trembling in fear. "But, it felt too real to be a dream. It's insane."
He lifted up his hand and ran it back through his unbound hair; he loved having hair just long enough he could run his hands through. The soft feeling of his fingers running through his silky strands helped even out the shaking a little bit. "What now? Where does Xen, the great taiji-ya, go now?"
He scoffed gently at the word, great, as his eyes wandered over to his other hand, his right hand. He stared at it for a moment, he despised that hand. Ever sine he was a child he was forsaken from his village for supposedly being "cursed." He felt like it too, nobody ever talked to him or tried to get close. All that there was for him was training, and that's all he knew. He never thought of the reasons why he had such a curse or where it came from. All he wanted to do was to be the best taiji-ya there ever was, so that he could regain the respect of his fellow villagers.
'Foolish,' he thought to himself. "I was naive then, people never change. They disregard what they don't understand and are happy with that. However, it's sad what a tragic end the village came to, being burnt down like that. I wish I could have been there, now I'm the only one left to help save everyone."
A small smile passed over his lips at the thought of it, being the only one left, how ironic the cursed when got to become the hero. "Yes," he mused to himself, "The great Xen, last of his kind. Protector of the weak and defenseless, an unsung hero."
He let out a long rich laugh, "Some hero I' am, sitting around on a hillside recalling one's past. No, such things aren't important. What's really important is- -"
His speech was cut off by the sound of stomach growling, "Is getting some grub. I really should get up and go to the nearest village. Perhaps, they'll be kind enough to spare me something. Lord knows, I have no money."
He sat up and brushed his clothes off, then knelt down and grabbed his scythe, his weapon of choice for killing demons. He checked his side and made sure his katana was also present, it was. "Good, everything is in order, and now I can get something to eat." He headed down the hill and approached the village below, eager for a meal.
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A smile spread across Sango's face as another village came into her view. She was weary from all her traveling and was looking for an inn she and Kirara could stay at for the evening. She didn't want to camp out in the woods like they usually did when she was with the rest of the gang. "Not too far now, Kirara. We're almost there."
Miroku let out a small groan as he continued aimlessly walking around the village looking for someone who would be kind enough to spare a meal, no such luck. Nobody seemed to want to help out the young taiji-ya and he didn't have enough money to stay at an inn. Things were looking bleak.
"If I don't eat soon my stomach is going to start eating itself. It's a shame I can't find anyone wiling to help. If only I had some line about sensing an evil aura, then I could a little respect. But no, I have to be an honest idiot." He let out a long sigh and smacked himself in the head. "I should have known this was going to happen if only I- -"
Miroku's attention was immediately cut short as he saw a beautiful young woman walking towards him. She had dark brown, nearly black hair and was wearing a slender black outfit, just like his. He focused intently on her; positive she was also a demon slayer. "Strange, I thought everyone had died in the fire, apparently not."
Sango looked ahead of her, nearing an inn she saw a young man staring blankly at her. He had medium length black hair and a black uniform almost identical to hers. Her eyes widened in complete amazement and shock. She knew it wasn't Kohaku, so then, who was it? She had to know. She ran faster towards the figure with Kirara right behind her, she had to know who he was.
As her face came into better focus the more he became nervous and fearful. He gripped his hand tightly as she approached him, he knew her from somewhere. He didn't know where, but he knew something about her was familiar.
She caught up to him and what she saw nearly took her breath away. It was definitely someone she knew in that outfit, and it wasn't Kohaku. It was Miroku. Miroku was the one in the taiji-ya outfit, but why? She had to know, there were so many questions she wanted to ask him, so many things she didn't know. Unfortunately, instincts took over and her brain shut down.
All she could think of doing was to embrace him. Her body craved to feel his strong arms to hold her close. She lunged towards him and hugged him tightly, burying her face into his chest and started sobbing. "Miroku, I found you. Miroku. I'm so happy."
Miroku drew a blank as to how he should react to this. She was obviously confused about his identity and needed to be told he wasn't this, "Miroku" she had called him, but rather Xen. However, something odd was happening inside himself, and he couldn't control what was about to happen next. He pulled her deeper into him and closed his eyes tightly as tears rolled down his cheek. As if he had lost something and found it, and was now crying out of happiness. He was scaring himself, but he couldn't control it. He had an overwhelming need to hold her.
He knew there was some reason he felt whatever it was towards her, but he couldn't place her face. She didn't feel like a stranger to him, the complete opposite actually. He felt like he had known her his whole life.
Sango was going to speak up and ask him all the burning questions she had, but couldn't. She didn't want to open her mouth and speak; she was too caught up in the bliss of the moment. She whispered silently into his chest, "I missed you so much."
He blinked his eyes for a moment, her words being a wake up call for him. 'Miss me? She missed me? How? We don't know each other, do we?" He looked down a second at the girl he was holding in his arms, he definitely didn't know her, yet he felt at home in her arms. It was a strange and wonderful feeling. Part of him knew what was going on was very wrong but the other part felt everything was natural. Whatever his connection this woman was he was going to find out, but at the moment all he wanted to do was hug her. 'I don't know what's going on, but this feeling is just too great to ignore.'
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Okay, I know that was a crappy place to leave things, I was planning to write more but people kept bugging me to update so that's what I did. I hope you enjoyed it, and don't worry; it'll be a longer chapter next time. Aamalie~ You can't whack me! If you do then I'll fall unconscious and can't write anymore lovely angst for you. ^_~
Lar-lar~ I live on angst. I absolutely love it! And thanks for finding it all fantastic. I love that word! Thanks so much!
Backsplash007~ It's glad to see a new reader so enthusiastic, but I don't like getting hit over the hit with stuff in case you didn't know. I already have enough brain damage. Thanks a lot for a great review!
Doggeh~ Why do you people insist on threatening me into updating!? That doesn't help people! You guys just plain scare me, seriously. Oh well, as long as you keep giving good reviews I'm happy. Thank you.
Inu-shounen~ I promise there is a plot to this and you'll like where it's going. Just give me time; you'll like it. ^^
Wakadori Ramen~ Thanks a lot, I appreciate the compliment. I hope I eventually deem worthy of your favorite lists. Till then, just keep reviewing and I'll be extremely happy.
Small-Buttercup~ The pleasure was mine, I love updating and seeing reviewers responses. Thanks a whole bunch!
Rissi-sama~ Oh well, at least you didn't threaten me. Thanks.
Miroku's Girl~ My stories have comedy a little later on, first I lay the angst on thick. I love angst, but I'll have some humor too. Although, I really should change that genre listing. Any way, thanks a lot for the review and I hope you continue to.
I love all you reviewers! You're friggen awesome! Thank you so much for all your support and reviews. I'll try to update faster, you can blame my teachers for the delay of this update.
Expect the update around Friday of next week, I'm trying to update a week from when I last updated. It could be earlier, or possibly later. I'll try my best.
Adios for now,
Zero.
Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Author's note~ Wow, I'm so happy, I've gotten numerous amounts of threats from people who are going to come after me if I don't update soon. This makes me extremely glad, I know now how much you all care. Thanks a lot. Sorry, if this came out a bit later than planned, evil teachers, evil homework. You know the drill. Thanks for being patient.
Chapter 4
Sango fought with herself as she tried keeping her eyes open. She and Kirara had been wandering around for what felt like days, even though it was only a few hours. She hadn't picked up any word from other villages around the area about any strange occurrences, which meant she was on her own. However, a woman's intuition can only lead someone so far, in this case, she wasn't lead very far at all and was already getting lost.
Her eyes were nearly shut when a soft growl from Kirara awoken her. She smiled lightly and gave Kirara a small pet, "Sorry girl, I'm just getting a little tired. Let's take a break, you must be exhausted yourself."
Kirara replied with a light purr, this put a small smile on Sango's face, she was glad to know that she wasn't the only one who thought a break was a good idea. She hopped off her back and led the now untransformed Kirara over to a large tree where they could rest under for a little while.
"This feels nice," she said quietly to herself. There was a cool breeze rustling through the leaves gently lapping over her face, it was quite refreshing. For a second she was able to escape her bleak reality, but Sango's daze short lived, as she felt Kirara nuzzling up against her side; she slid her hand down and stroked her gently. A part of her felt at ease, it was nice getting away from the group and being independent, although, even this couldn't keep her thoughts from traveling back to Miroku.
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Kagura looked down curiously at the fallen monk/demon slayer lying on the ground. His eyes were open and he was staring up at her, but he hadn't said a word or moved an inch since she brought him to the hillside. She was starting to get a little paranoid. "Is anyone home?" she asked, as she gave him a hard kick in the side.
Miroku didn't even seem to acknowledge that she had just hit him; he stayed the exact same way he was before, he was like a statue. It was like he was sleeping with his eyes open. He was dead to the world.
This made Kagura even more furious. When you hit someone they're suppose to fight back, not just lie there like a zombie, it had to stop. "Wake up, stupid!" Kagura took another shot at him, this time connecting with his face. This seemed to knock something loose as his eyes moved to meet her face. Kagura smiled at her success, "Good, I've seem to have gotten your attention now. So listen up- -"
That hit she had made to his face seemed to have brought him out of the daze he was in. He was off in his own little world at the time, living in a daydream. A small coma that was much easier to wake up from, if you will. He had no sense for what was going on when he awoke and was terrified but unable to show it. Why? He didn't know why, and that scared him.
'My body, I can't move my body. My body, it's numb. I've got to go, this is wrong. There's something very wrong.'
His eyes were intently focused on the figure standing before him. He could see her lips moving but there was no sound, he couldn't hear a damn thing she was saying. Yet, some part of him recognized her. He could hear her voice in the back of his mind. The pupils in his eyes dilated as the voices grew louder.
"It's time, Dragon Dance."
"Was that all you're made of, houshi? Very well then."
"Ah, that was so touching. It brings tears to my eyes, really."
"Typical. People can never do anything the easy way."
These voices meshed around in his mind as he feverishly tried to put them together. They all seemed to mix together and make no sense to him; he focused harder on the voices hoping to get some sort of mental picture.
Blood, there was blood everywhere. He could see a giant pool of blood forming around someone. Screaming, there were agonizing screams filling the air, someone was screaming out in pain, in horror.
His eyes widened further as an image of a female passed through his eyes. She had long dark brown her tied up in a ponytail and was wearing a sleek black uniform. His heart jostled as he tried to get a better picture of her. Lightning flashed in the background lighting up her face, or lack of one. He couldn't see her face. Blood dripped down what looked like an empty canvas to him; she had no eyes, no nose, and no mouth. She was an empty shell.
He tried to reach out his hand to her but all at once a great pain jolted through him. He dropped to the ground and tried to reach out to her again, but the image was fading and the girl with no face had disappeared. Another flash of pain struck him and his body felt like it was on fire, his insides were burning. He let out a magnificent scream and when he opened his eyes the image was gone.
Everything was gone, and he was back on the peaceful hillside, alone. He clenched his chest tightly as he grew short of breath. "What the hell was that?" Beads of sweat dribbled down his face as he tried to gain a sense of where he was, and what had happened.
"Was that a dream?" He tried to flashback again and remember what happened but nothing came to him, he was drawing a blank. "It must of have been a dream but," He looked down at his hands, they were shaking uncontrollably, his whole body was trembling in fear. "But, it felt too real to be a dream. It's insane."
He lifted up his hand and ran it back through his unbound hair; he loved having hair just long enough he could run his hands through. The soft feeling of his fingers running through his silky strands helped even out the shaking a little bit. "What now? Where does Xen, the great taiji-ya, go now?"
He scoffed gently at the word, great, as his eyes wandered over to his other hand, his right hand. He stared at it for a moment, he despised that hand. Ever sine he was a child he was forsaken from his village for supposedly being "cursed." He felt like it too, nobody ever talked to him or tried to get close. All that there was for him was training, and that's all he knew. He never thought of the reasons why he had such a curse or where it came from. All he wanted to do was to be the best taiji-ya there ever was, so that he could regain the respect of his fellow villagers.
'Foolish,' he thought to himself. "I was naive then, people never change. They disregard what they don't understand and are happy with that. However, it's sad what a tragic end the village came to, being burnt down like that. I wish I could have been there, now I'm the only one left to help save everyone."
A small smile passed over his lips at the thought of it, being the only one left, how ironic the cursed when got to become the hero. "Yes," he mused to himself, "The great Xen, last of his kind. Protector of the weak and defenseless, an unsung hero."
He let out a long rich laugh, "Some hero I' am, sitting around on a hillside recalling one's past. No, such things aren't important. What's really important is- -"
His speech was cut off by the sound of stomach growling, "Is getting some grub. I really should get up and go to the nearest village. Perhaps, they'll be kind enough to spare me something. Lord knows, I have no money."
He sat up and brushed his clothes off, then knelt down and grabbed his scythe, his weapon of choice for killing demons. He checked his side and made sure his katana was also present, it was. "Good, everything is in order, and now I can get something to eat." He headed down the hill and approached the village below, eager for a meal.
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A smile spread across Sango's face as another village came into her view. She was weary from all her traveling and was looking for an inn she and Kirara could stay at for the evening. She didn't want to camp out in the woods like they usually did when she was with the rest of the gang. "Not too far now, Kirara. We're almost there."
Miroku let out a small groan as he continued aimlessly walking around the village looking for someone who would be kind enough to spare a meal, no such luck. Nobody seemed to want to help out the young taiji-ya and he didn't have enough money to stay at an inn. Things were looking bleak.
"If I don't eat soon my stomach is going to start eating itself. It's a shame I can't find anyone wiling to help. If only I had some line about sensing an evil aura, then I could a little respect. But no, I have to be an honest idiot." He let out a long sigh and smacked himself in the head. "I should have known this was going to happen if only I- -"
Miroku's attention was immediately cut short as he saw a beautiful young woman walking towards him. She had dark brown, nearly black hair and was wearing a slender black outfit, just like his. He focused intently on her; positive she was also a demon slayer. "Strange, I thought everyone had died in the fire, apparently not."
Sango looked ahead of her, nearing an inn she saw a young man staring blankly at her. He had medium length black hair and a black uniform almost identical to hers. Her eyes widened in complete amazement and shock. She knew it wasn't Kohaku, so then, who was it? She had to know. She ran faster towards the figure with Kirara right behind her, she had to know who he was.
As her face came into better focus the more he became nervous and fearful. He gripped his hand tightly as she approached him, he knew her from somewhere. He didn't know where, but he knew something about her was familiar.
She caught up to him and what she saw nearly took her breath away. It was definitely someone she knew in that outfit, and it wasn't Kohaku. It was Miroku. Miroku was the one in the taiji-ya outfit, but why? She had to know, there were so many questions she wanted to ask him, so many things she didn't know. Unfortunately, instincts took over and her brain shut down.
All she could think of doing was to embrace him. Her body craved to feel his strong arms to hold her close. She lunged towards him and hugged him tightly, burying her face into his chest and started sobbing. "Miroku, I found you. Miroku. I'm so happy."
Miroku drew a blank as to how he should react to this. She was obviously confused about his identity and needed to be told he wasn't this, "Miroku" she had called him, but rather Xen. However, something odd was happening inside himself, and he couldn't control what was about to happen next. He pulled her deeper into him and closed his eyes tightly as tears rolled down his cheek. As if he had lost something and found it, and was now crying out of happiness. He was scaring himself, but he couldn't control it. He had an overwhelming need to hold her.
He knew there was some reason he felt whatever it was towards her, but he couldn't place her face. She didn't feel like a stranger to him, the complete opposite actually. He felt like he had known her his whole life.
Sango was going to speak up and ask him all the burning questions she had, but couldn't. She didn't want to open her mouth and speak; she was too caught up in the bliss of the moment. She whispered silently into his chest, "I missed you so much."
He blinked his eyes for a moment, her words being a wake up call for him. 'Miss me? She missed me? How? We don't know each other, do we?" He looked down a second at the girl he was holding in his arms, he definitely didn't know her, yet he felt at home in her arms. It was a strange and wonderful feeling. Part of him knew what was going on was very wrong but the other part felt everything was natural. Whatever his connection this woman was he was going to find out, but at the moment all he wanted to do was hug her. 'I don't know what's going on, but this feeling is just too great to ignore.'
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Okay, I know that was a crappy place to leave things, I was planning to write more but people kept bugging me to update so that's what I did. I hope you enjoyed it, and don't worry; it'll be a longer chapter next time. Aamalie~ You can't whack me! If you do then I'll fall unconscious and can't write anymore lovely angst for you. ^_~
Lar-lar~ I live on angst. I absolutely love it! And thanks for finding it all fantastic. I love that word! Thanks so much!
Backsplash007~ It's glad to see a new reader so enthusiastic, but I don't like getting hit over the hit with stuff in case you didn't know. I already have enough brain damage. Thanks a lot for a great review!
Doggeh~ Why do you people insist on threatening me into updating!? That doesn't help people! You guys just plain scare me, seriously. Oh well, as long as you keep giving good reviews I'm happy. Thank you.
Inu-shounen~ I promise there is a plot to this and you'll like where it's going. Just give me time; you'll like it. ^^
Wakadori Ramen~ Thanks a lot, I appreciate the compliment. I hope I eventually deem worthy of your favorite lists. Till then, just keep reviewing and I'll be extremely happy.
Small-Buttercup~ The pleasure was mine, I love updating and seeing reviewers responses. Thanks a whole bunch!
Rissi-sama~ Oh well, at least you didn't threaten me. Thanks.
Miroku's Girl~ My stories have comedy a little later on, first I lay the angst on thick. I love angst, but I'll have some humor too. Although, I really should change that genre listing. Any way, thanks a lot for the review and I hope you continue to.
I love all you reviewers! You're friggen awesome! Thank you so much for all your support and reviews. I'll try to update faster, you can blame my teachers for the delay of this update.
Expect the update around Friday of next week, I'm trying to update a week from when I last updated. It could be earlier, or possibly later. I'll try my best.
Adios for now,
Zero.