Random Acts of Love- Chapter 3: "Reawakening"
By Matoko Shizaki
Standard disclaimers apply. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. If you do it I will seriously kick your ass. Thank you.
Notes: My fried and I were RPGing Sango and Miroku (I have the weird habit of trying to RP guys… don't ask…). We just so happened to stumble along a wonderful plot that reminded and inspired me to go with an old fan fic idea. Here it is!!!
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"It Was Our Day" By B*Witched
8 o'clock on the mornin' that you left
The day was dark, I sat in my room
They walked in an told me that you'd gone
That moment on I knew you'd be our angel…
The day I spent was the hardest day ever
Tried to paint a picture for you
Before my eyes were so many colors
Just for today, they all seemed blue
Heaven, heaven was calling you
Heaven, heaven needed you
We'll join our hands again some day
And trade kisses before night
Talk of the times we had
We'll be together all some day
And watch over the stars at night
Laugh at the fun we had
It was our day
I lay a rose beside you forever
And light a candle to remind me of you
Here in my heart, you'll be on my journey
Wherever I go, whatever I do
Heaven, heaven was calling you
Heaven, heaven needed you
We'll join our hands again some day
And trade kisses before night
Talk of the times we had
We'll be together all some day
And watch over the stars at night
Laugh at the fun we had
It was our day…
Our day…
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Darkness was over come but light as the pain seemed to fade from Miroku's body. Above him he could hear a familiarly squeaky voice. Slowly he opened his eyes to take in the sights. The figure looming over him was wide and puffy, with two bright eyes and a tail swishing back and forth behind it. Miroku could just barely make out the hakama he was wearing and immediately knew it was Hachi, his tanuki partner in crime.
"Miroku-sama!" Hachi gasped, realizing that the monk was awake.
"This isn't heaven… I must be in the other place… Hachi's here." Miroku muttered. Hachi frowned.
"That's not the way you thank the person who just saved your life! How about a reward?" He stretched out his hand for a prize but it was smacked away by someone next to him.
"Tanuki, this is not the time." they said. Miroku looked up, noticing that the speaker was an older looking woman, thin and slightly muscular. She smiled sweetly at Miroku.
"Tell me Houshi-sama, how are you feeling? Are your ribs alright? I bandaged them tightly but I hope they're not too tight."
For the first time, Miroku noticed that he wasn't in his customary robes but in a white kimono. The front was open, revealing that his chest had been neatly bandaged. No longer did he feel pain there.
"Old woman, I am very grateful for your help but I must be on my way." Miroku told her as he sat up an attempted to get to his feet. No matter how he tried, he couldn't stand or even move his legs.
"It's no use young man." the woman replied with a sigh. "You are paralyzed from the waist down. There is little hope that you will walk again… without help that is."
Miroku growled in frustration. "I must return to the village, whether I walk or crawl."
"The village where you were is too far off." Hachi explained. "You'd never make it."
"Hachi! I have to go!" Miroku cried, trying to force his way up. Hachi pushed him back into a lying down position.
"Listen Miroku-sama! This old healer's name is Chihiro. She can help you! All you need to do is stay here with her for about a year. Then you'll be able to return and walk again."
Miroku looked up at the old woman. "Is this true?" She nodded.
"I've had other cases such as yours. You will be on your feet within a year."
"Tell me, what happened? I thought this curse had devoured me…" Miroku mumbled fingering his cursed hand that now was bandaged with the beads over it because he had lost the cover he made.
"You must've fallen down the hill into the ravine. The soil is soft so you made a crater in it. You weren't 'devoured', only knocked out from the pain."
"I don't know about staying here for an entire year." Miroku said, getting off the subject.
"C'mon Miroku-sama! What have you got to lose?" Hachi asked.
"I guess you're right…" Miroku said with a sigh. "I'll try it."
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The tips of Sango's fingers ran delicately over her rounded stomach and she smiled. 'Me… a mother!' she thought gleefully. But there was sadness to her joy. The child would never know his father… and Miroku would never see the child he so longed for. She sighed and glanced up at the sunset.
"Don't worry Sango! I think you'll be a great mother!" Kagome chirped from behind her. She leaned on Sango's shoulder and smiled. "Are you excited?"
Sango nodded. "I am! I hope that nine months pass quickly… I'm just worried."
"About what?" Kagome asked taking a seat next to her.
"We still need to find the jewel shards. I'll only slow us down in my condition." Sango told her friend.
"You'll be no trouble! You'll be able to travel with us until your fifth month of pregnancy and then we'll probably just come back to the village until the baby is born. You're our responsibility now!" Kagome winked at her and gripped her hand tightly.
There was a pause and Kagome got up. "You know Sango, Miroku would be very proud of you."
The demon exterminator smiled. "I hope he would be."
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"Your not going to get better if you don't drink this!" Hachi growled, thrusting the cup of liquid into his monk friend's face again. Miroku pushed him away.
"I'm not going to drink that! You have to be crazy!"
In frustration, Hachi set the cup down. "You want to return right?!" Miroku nodded slowly. "Why?! You won't do anything to help your condition. What could be so important?!"
The monk grew unusually quiet. Hachi put on a wry smile and leaned in. "Ah, it's that Sango girl isn't it? You're in love with her."
"It's none of your business." Miroku told the shape shifter as he tightened his kimono. Hachi smirked.
"Then if you love her so much," Hachi shoved the medicine into his friend's face. "Get better soon and return to her!" Miroku sighed in defeat and took the cup.
"Fine." he muttered. Hachi watches anxiously as Miroku pushed himself up into a sitting position and snatched the cup. He paused for a moment, pondering his choice, but they tilted the cup back. Quickly, he gulped down the cup's contents and lurched forward.
"What an awful taste!" the monk gasped between coughs. Hachi laughed and patted Miroku on the back.
"That wasn't so hard now was it?" Hachi asked. He stopped his laughing as soon as he noticed that Miroku was glaring daggers at him. "Heh… never mind Houshi-sama…"
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SURPRISE!! Gotcha there for a second didn't I? Lol. Sorry, I love the suspense. Every time I read the reviews talking about how they were sad that Miroku died, I couldn't help but smile. He's too sexy to kill. So that probably made it so I killed off a lot of readers since things aren't going to get that exciting. Oh well. Short chapter too…
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So until next chapter, TTFN, ta ta for now!
By Matoko Shizaki
Standard disclaimers apply. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. If you do it I will seriously kick your ass. Thank you.
Notes: My fried and I were RPGing Sango and Miroku (I have the weird habit of trying to RP guys… don't ask…). We just so happened to stumble along a wonderful plot that reminded and inspired me to go with an old fan fic idea. Here it is!!!
@~@~@~@~@
"It Was Our Day" By B*Witched
8 o'clock on the mornin' that you left
The day was dark, I sat in my room
They walked in an told me that you'd gone
That moment on I knew you'd be our angel…
The day I spent was the hardest day ever
Tried to paint a picture for you
Before my eyes were so many colors
Just for today, they all seemed blue
Heaven, heaven was calling you
Heaven, heaven needed you
We'll join our hands again some day
And trade kisses before night
Talk of the times we had
We'll be together all some day
And watch over the stars at night
Laugh at the fun we had
It was our day
I lay a rose beside you forever
And light a candle to remind me of you
Here in my heart, you'll be on my journey
Wherever I go, whatever I do
Heaven, heaven was calling you
Heaven, heaven needed you
We'll join our hands again some day
And trade kisses before night
Talk of the times we had
We'll be together all some day
And watch over the stars at night
Laugh at the fun we had
It was our day…
Our day…
@~@~@~@~@
Darkness was over come but light as the pain seemed to fade from Miroku's body. Above him he could hear a familiarly squeaky voice. Slowly he opened his eyes to take in the sights. The figure looming over him was wide and puffy, with two bright eyes and a tail swishing back and forth behind it. Miroku could just barely make out the hakama he was wearing and immediately knew it was Hachi, his tanuki partner in crime.
"Miroku-sama!" Hachi gasped, realizing that the monk was awake.
"This isn't heaven… I must be in the other place… Hachi's here." Miroku muttered. Hachi frowned.
"That's not the way you thank the person who just saved your life! How about a reward?" He stretched out his hand for a prize but it was smacked away by someone next to him.
"Tanuki, this is not the time." they said. Miroku looked up, noticing that the speaker was an older looking woman, thin and slightly muscular. She smiled sweetly at Miroku.
"Tell me Houshi-sama, how are you feeling? Are your ribs alright? I bandaged them tightly but I hope they're not too tight."
For the first time, Miroku noticed that he wasn't in his customary robes but in a white kimono. The front was open, revealing that his chest had been neatly bandaged. No longer did he feel pain there.
"Old woman, I am very grateful for your help but I must be on my way." Miroku told her as he sat up an attempted to get to his feet. No matter how he tried, he couldn't stand or even move his legs.
"It's no use young man." the woman replied with a sigh. "You are paralyzed from the waist down. There is little hope that you will walk again… without help that is."
Miroku growled in frustration. "I must return to the village, whether I walk or crawl."
"The village where you were is too far off." Hachi explained. "You'd never make it."
"Hachi! I have to go!" Miroku cried, trying to force his way up. Hachi pushed him back into a lying down position.
"Listen Miroku-sama! This old healer's name is Chihiro. She can help you! All you need to do is stay here with her for about a year. Then you'll be able to return and walk again."
Miroku looked up at the old woman. "Is this true?" She nodded.
"I've had other cases such as yours. You will be on your feet within a year."
"Tell me, what happened? I thought this curse had devoured me…" Miroku mumbled fingering his cursed hand that now was bandaged with the beads over it because he had lost the cover he made.
"You must've fallen down the hill into the ravine. The soil is soft so you made a crater in it. You weren't 'devoured', only knocked out from the pain."
"I don't know about staying here for an entire year." Miroku said, getting off the subject.
"C'mon Miroku-sama! What have you got to lose?" Hachi asked.
"I guess you're right…" Miroku said with a sigh. "I'll try it."
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The tips of Sango's fingers ran delicately over her rounded stomach and she smiled. 'Me… a mother!' she thought gleefully. But there was sadness to her joy. The child would never know his father… and Miroku would never see the child he so longed for. She sighed and glanced up at the sunset.
"Don't worry Sango! I think you'll be a great mother!" Kagome chirped from behind her. She leaned on Sango's shoulder and smiled. "Are you excited?"
Sango nodded. "I am! I hope that nine months pass quickly… I'm just worried."
"About what?" Kagome asked taking a seat next to her.
"We still need to find the jewel shards. I'll only slow us down in my condition." Sango told her friend.
"You'll be no trouble! You'll be able to travel with us until your fifth month of pregnancy and then we'll probably just come back to the village until the baby is born. You're our responsibility now!" Kagome winked at her and gripped her hand tightly.
There was a pause and Kagome got up. "You know Sango, Miroku would be very proud of you."
The demon exterminator smiled. "I hope he would be."
@~@~@~@~@
"Your not going to get better if you don't drink this!" Hachi growled, thrusting the cup of liquid into his monk friend's face again. Miroku pushed him away.
"I'm not going to drink that! You have to be crazy!"
In frustration, Hachi set the cup down. "You want to return right?!" Miroku nodded slowly. "Why?! You won't do anything to help your condition. What could be so important?!"
The monk grew unusually quiet. Hachi put on a wry smile and leaned in. "Ah, it's that Sango girl isn't it? You're in love with her."
"It's none of your business." Miroku told the shape shifter as he tightened his kimono. Hachi smirked.
"Then if you love her so much," Hachi shoved the medicine into his friend's face. "Get better soon and return to her!" Miroku sighed in defeat and took the cup.
"Fine." he muttered. Hachi watches anxiously as Miroku pushed himself up into a sitting position and snatched the cup. He paused for a moment, pondering his choice, but they tilted the cup back. Quickly, he gulped down the cup's contents and lurched forward.
"What an awful taste!" the monk gasped between coughs. Hachi laughed and patted Miroku on the back.
"That wasn't so hard now was it?" Hachi asked. He stopped his laughing as soon as he noticed that Miroku was glaring daggers at him. "Heh… never mind Houshi-sama…"
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SURPRISE!! Gotcha there for a second didn't I? Lol. Sorry, I love the suspense. Every time I read the reviews talking about how they were sad that Miroku died, I couldn't help but smile. He's too sexy to kill. So that probably made it so I killed off a lot of readers since things aren't going to get that exciting. Oh well. Short chapter too…
Now for some fic advertisements!
Anime Anarchy- Book 1: This is by my friend, Mei. I did some joint work in it but she should get most of the credit. Sorry I don't remember her pen name on this site.
Distant Thunder: I think this is by cacat angel. Can't remember. Sorry, I have a really bad memory. Anyway, it's an Inu Yasha fic, one of the best I've read. It focuses on Hiten. ~_^ Well written. Check it out if you get the chance.
In His Eyes: This is so sad… not the fic but me. This is one of my fics, a FFVIII fic with Quistis/Seifer pairing. Man I am corny!!!
Gravity of Love: Another FFVIII fic written by one of my friends. Sad things is, I don't remember her pen name… -.-;; It's a Rinoa/Squall song fic using a song by the band Enigma. The song is called… you guessed it! The Gravity of Love!
So until next chapter, TTFN, ta ta for now!