Random Acts of Love- Chapter 4: "Trial and Error"
By Matoko Shizaki
Standard disclaimers apply. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. If you do it I will seriously kick your ass. Thank you. Rose Diego © Stay the Nite (a band with it's roots in my town of Walpole, MA).
Notes: Hiya everyone! Just more rants for ya… Anyone going to the Otakon Anime Convention in Baltimore? It's August 8-10 I think… My friends Mei and Brittany, and yours truly are going to be there. If you want to find me, I'll be the weird girl who crossplays (cosplays as the opposite sex) every day. I'm being Irvine from FFVIII, Tasuki from Fushigi Yuugi, and Kai Shiden from Mobile Suit Gundam 0079. Mei's being Nuriko from Fushigi Yuugi, a rabid fangirl, and Laguna or Squall from FFVIII. Brittany's being Rinoa from FFVIII, Miaka from Fushigi Yuugi, and Lulu from FFX. Look for us!
Hey, thanks to my fans that have been contacting me and asking for me to continue. I would never get anywhere without you guys!
@~@~@~@~@
Rose Diego By Stay the Nite (One of the local bands that recently broke up and was renamed "Faraway")
Caught me by surprise and without warning.
Got no doubt in my mind that this had to be real.
You say the right things you make me smile.
I know it's sad but thanks for being you.
Keep in touch when you go away from me,
remind yourself that everything was meant to be.
'Cause your so far away from me.
And I don't know when it's you I'll see.
But I wish that it could be the same.
It's too late now,
remember us someday.
You're miles away if you were only here.
To be by my side,
to just hear your voice.
We might meet again,
the sooner the better.
I'll be here for you don't you worry about a thing.
I hope you know,
and I hope that you understand.
You'll be missed,
I hope you'll miss me too.
'Cause your so far away from me.
And I don't know when it's you I'll see.
But I wish that it could be the same.
It's too late now, remember us someday.
Pretending,
that this doesn't bother me.
But the sadness takes control of me.
Pretending,
that I'm feeling fine.
But it's hard not seeing you.
Pretending.
Pretending.
Pretending,
that I'm happy.
@~@~@~@~@
For the long, dreary night, Miroku's only company had been the flickering candle by his bed side and the ceiling his only scenery. Rain pattered on outside of his room as the seasons shifted slowly from summer to fall. He sighed, his hand held over his closed eyes. A sharp sigh escaped his throat as he removed his hand, letting it fall down over his hand. He couldn't help but wonder what Sango was doing and if she was alright. Despite his thoughts she was happy, he still knew what she must be like.
He could see it now… She was sitting awake, just like he was. The soft noises of sleeping companions and her sobs echoed through the night. Crying… that was all she could do… cry… The thought shook him.
Well… he was partially right.
@~@~@~@~@
Rain dripped down Sango's face as her dark hair furrowed around her shoulders. She was soaked to the bone, her clothes dripping wet, but she didn't care. Her eyes were set on the sky and the big, full moon. Her mind was silent, only flashing memories before her tear filled eyes.
Miroku opened one eye and then both when he noticed that Sango was standing on the grass watching him.
He planted a small kiss on her cheek.
It was strange. Usually Sango would have reached for her trusty boomerang, but she resisted. Miroku braced himself for a strong blow to his head but it never came. Sango hesitated. She didn't want to him… she had really enjoyed the kiss. Suddenly, her face flushed.
Her flight slowed as a hand gripped her waist and pulled her back into Miroku's strong embrace. Slowly, she turned to meet Miroku's gaze.
In happiness, Sango planted a kiss on his cheek and then paused. It felt so good… Her lips against his soft flesh. Again, she kissed him, this time his other cheek. 'He's… so wonderful to kiss!' Sango thought as she kissed his lips.
Her kimono fell to the ground, thrown into an untidy heap. Miroku's top and pants some joined it, his robes the only blanket for him and his love.
Nipping up Sango's neck, Miroku savored the sweet taste of her soft flesh. Sango tilted her head back in passion and sighed.
A small digit was held to her lips silencing her and calming her in one simple touch. Once it was raised, she opened her mouth for protest but her lover's lips closed over hers and the need to talk no longer mattered. They were together in a sincere gesture of love and that was the only thought echoing through the reaches of Sango's mind.
The more she thought about those times, the more it stung. She winced and turned her head from the rain.
"Sango…? Sango, is that you?"
With a stifled gasp, Sango looked up to notice that Kagome was standing in the doorway, the animal skin pulled open so she could see out. Kagome threw aside the skin door and hurried over to Sango.
"You'll catch a cold if you stay out here!" Kagome scolded. She removed the blanket she had wrapped around her and draped it across her friend's shoulders. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Just… thinking…" Sango replied. Her voiced trailed off.
Kagome placed an arm around Sango's shoulders. "You need to stop mourning Sango." Kagome told her. "It's already been two months. If you keep worrying more about Miroku on the other side then yourself you'll put yourself and the baby in danger."
Sango leaned onto Kagome's shoulder. "I know… I should stop this. I just… can't help it."
"I'm sure where ever he is, he's very happy…" Kagome soothed.
@~@~@~@~@
"WAKE UP!"
Miroku sat up in bed, his head aching and eyes half closed from a lack of sleep. "What is it?" he muttered scratching his head.
Next to the bed sat Hachi, a big grin across his face. "Good morning Miroku-sama!" Tied to his head was a headband that read, "Work!" in bold letters. A fan had been tucked into his belt and he had already laid out all of the monk's clothes.
"What's the meaning of this? What time is it?" Miroku asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Sunrise." Hachi replied.
A scowl graced the monk's face and his eyebrow began to twitch. "And you woke me up this early for what?" He moved closer, a threatening glint in his eyes. Hachi scuttled backwards, away from the exhausted and cranky monk.
"You're training starts today." a voice said from the door.
It was the old woman, Chihiro, the very same that had tended to his healing wounds for two months now. She was dressed in a hakama, black pants and a white top. Her hair was braided back and hands clasped tightly behind her back.
"Training?" Miroku asked.
"You'll never heal if you don't train." She replied calmly.
"With all due respect, I still can't move my legs."
"I know." Chihiro turned around with a smile. "First we must exercise the other parts of your body to compensate for the lose of your legs."
"Then when are my legs going to heal? And how?"
This time the reply came from Hachi. The tanuki produced another cup of that awful potion from his side and, beaming, handed it to the monk.
"I had to ask…" Miroku sighed.
"After two more months on that potion, you'll be taken off. Then we try spiritual healing."
Once he had reluctantly choked down the nasty potion, Miroku coughed and looked back up at Chihiro. "What kind of exercise?"
Again… he had to ask…
@~@~@~@~@
"Ach!"
With a thud, Miroku landed on the ground. Panting, he rubbed his sore arms that had been doing pull ups for almost an hour now. They ached terribly and were blotched red and covered with calluses. He swore he must've had ten splinters in each hand by now.
"Why did you stop?" Chihiro inquired from where she sat on a rock nearby.
Miroku held up his hands. "Splinters, blisters, and fatigue have forced me to stop." Right now he wished to be back in the warm bed inside the same way he had been for a few months. Or better yet… back with Sango and the others fighting evil, even if it meant the void would swallow him whole. That's where he wanted to be… in her arms…
"You can't stop Houshi-sama. In order to heal, you need to push your body to the limit." She strolled over to where he was crumpled in a ball on the courtyard. "And while you're at it, clear your thoughts. A full mind won't help you any."
As soon as Miroku was hoisted back up to do pull-ups, he forgot Chihiro's words. He went right back to thinking about Sango. He couldn't help it. He missed her… terribly.
'I wonder what she's doing right now…'
THUD!
Down he came again with a small yelp.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO CLEAR YOUR MIND!!"
"I'M TRYING!!"
By Matoko Shizaki
Standard disclaimers apply. Plagiarism will not be tolerated. If you do it I will seriously kick your ass. Thank you. Rose Diego © Stay the Nite (a band with it's roots in my town of Walpole, MA).
Notes: Hiya everyone! Just more rants for ya… Anyone going to the Otakon Anime Convention in Baltimore? It's August 8-10 I think… My friends Mei and Brittany, and yours truly are going to be there. If you want to find me, I'll be the weird girl who crossplays (cosplays as the opposite sex) every day. I'm being Irvine from FFVIII, Tasuki from Fushigi Yuugi, and Kai Shiden from Mobile Suit Gundam 0079. Mei's being Nuriko from Fushigi Yuugi, a rabid fangirl, and Laguna or Squall from FFVIII. Brittany's being Rinoa from FFVIII, Miaka from Fushigi Yuugi, and Lulu from FFX. Look for us!
Hey, thanks to my fans that have been contacting me and asking for me to continue. I would never get anywhere without you guys!
@~@~@~@~@
Rose Diego By Stay the Nite (One of the local bands that recently broke up and was renamed "Faraway")
Caught me by surprise and without warning.
Got no doubt in my mind that this had to be real.
You say the right things you make me smile.
I know it's sad but thanks for being you.
Keep in touch when you go away from me,
remind yourself that everything was meant to be.
'Cause your so far away from me.
And I don't know when it's you I'll see.
But I wish that it could be the same.
It's too late now,
remember us someday.
You're miles away if you were only here.
To be by my side,
to just hear your voice.
We might meet again,
the sooner the better.
I'll be here for you don't you worry about a thing.
I hope you know,
and I hope that you understand.
You'll be missed,
I hope you'll miss me too.
'Cause your so far away from me.
And I don't know when it's you I'll see.
But I wish that it could be the same.
It's too late now, remember us someday.
Pretending,
that this doesn't bother me.
But the sadness takes control of me.
Pretending,
that I'm feeling fine.
But it's hard not seeing you.
Pretending.
Pretending.
Pretending,
that I'm happy.
@~@~@~@~@
For the long, dreary night, Miroku's only company had been the flickering candle by his bed side and the ceiling his only scenery. Rain pattered on outside of his room as the seasons shifted slowly from summer to fall. He sighed, his hand held over his closed eyes. A sharp sigh escaped his throat as he removed his hand, letting it fall down over his hand. He couldn't help but wonder what Sango was doing and if she was alright. Despite his thoughts she was happy, he still knew what she must be like.
He could see it now… She was sitting awake, just like he was. The soft noises of sleeping companions and her sobs echoed through the night. Crying… that was all she could do… cry… The thought shook him.
Well… he was partially right.
@~@~@~@~@
Rain dripped down Sango's face as her dark hair furrowed around her shoulders. She was soaked to the bone, her clothes dripping wet, but she didn't care. Her eyes were set on the sky and the big, full moon. Her mind was silent, only flashing memories before her tear filled eyes.
Miroku opened one eye and then both when he noticed that Sango was standing on the grass watching him.
He planted a small kiss on her cheek.
It was strange. Usually Sango would have reached for her trusty boomerang, but she resisted. Miroku braced himself for a strong blow to his head but it never came. Sango hesitated. She didn't want to him… she had really enjoyed the kiss. Suddenly, her face flushed.
Her flight slowed as a hand gripped her waist and pulled her back into Miroku's strong embrace. Slowly, she turned to meet Miroku's gaze.
In happiness, Sango planted a kiss on his cheek and then paused. It felt so good… Her lips against his soft flesh. Again, she kissed him, this time his other cheek. 'He's… so wonderful to kiss!' Sango thought as she kissed his lips.
Her kimono fell to the ground, thrown into an untidy heap. Miroku's top and pants some joined it, his robes the only blanket for him and his love.
Nipping up Sango's neck, Miroku savored the sweet taste of her soft flesh. Sango tilted her head back in passion and sighed.
A small digit was held to her lips silencing her and calming her in one simple touch. Once it was raised, she opened her mouth for protest but her lover's lips closed over hers and the need to talk no longer mattered. They were together in a sincere gesture of love and that was the only thought echoing through the reaches of Sango's mind.
The more she thought about those times, the more it stung. She winced and turned her head from the rain.
"Sango…? Sango, is that you?"
With a stifled gasp, Sango looked up to notice that Kagome was standing in the doorway, the animal skin pulled open so she could see out. Kagome threw aside the skin door and hurried over to Sango.
"You'll catch a cold if you stay out here!" Kagome scolded. She removed the blanket she had wrapped around her and draped it across her friend's shoulders. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Just… thinking…" Sango replied. Her voiced trailed off.
Kagome placed an arm around Sango's shoulders. "You need to stop mourning Sango." Kagome told her. "It's already been two months. If you keep worrying more about Miroku on the other side then yourself you'll put yourself and the baby in danger."
Sango leaned onto Kagome's shoulder. "I know… I should stop this. I just… can't help it."
"I'm sure where ever he is, he's very happy…" Kagome soothed.
@~@~@~@~@
"WAKE UP!"
Miroku sat up in bed, his head aching and eyes half closed from a lack of sleep. "What is it?" he muttered scratching his head.
Next to the bed sat Hachi, a big grin across his face. "Good morning Miroku-sama!" Tied to his head was a headband that read, "Work!" in bold letters. A fan had been tucked into his belt and he had already laid out all of the monk's clothes.
"What's the meaning of this? What time is it?" Miroku asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Sunrise." Hachi replied.
A scowl graced the monk's face and his eyebrow began to twitch. "And you woke me up this early for what?" He moved closer, a threatening glint in his eyes. Hachi scuttled backwards, away from the exhausted and cranky monk.
"You're training starts today." a voice said from the door.
It was the old woman, Chihiro, the very same that had tended to his healing wounds for two months now. She was dressed in a hakama, black pants and a white top. Her hair was braided back and hands clasped tightly behind her back.
"Training?" Miroku asked.
"You'll never heal if you don't train." She replied calmly.
"With all due respect, I still can't move my legs."
"I know." Chihiro turned around with a smile. "First we must exercise the other parts of your body to compensate for the lose of your legs."
"Then when are my legs going to heal? And how?"
This time the reply came from Hachi. The tanuki produced another cup of that awful potion from his side and, beaming, handed it to the monk.
"I had to ask…" Miroku sighed.
"After two more months on that potion, you'll be taken off. Then we try spiritual healing."
Once he had reluctantly choked down the nasty potion, Miroku coughed and looked back up at Chihiro. "What kind of exercise?"
Again… he had to ask…
@~@~@~@~@
"Ach!"
With a thud, Miroku landed on the ground. Panting, he rubbed his sore arms that had been doing pull ups for almost an hour now. They ached terribly and were blotched red and covered with calluses. He swore he must've had ten splinters in each hand by now.
"Why did you stop?" Chihiro inquired from where she sat on a rock nearby.
Miroku held up his hands. "Splinters, blisters, and fatigue have forced me to stop." Right now he wished to be back in the warm bed inside the same way he had been for a few months. Or better yet… back with Sango and the others fighting evil, even if it meant the void would swallow him whole. That's where he wanted to be… in her arms…
"You can't stop Houshi-sama. In order to heal, you need to push your body to the limit." She strolled over to where he was crumpled in a ball on the courtyard. "And while you're at it, clear your thoughts. A full mind won't help you any."
As soon as Miroku was hoisted back up to do pull-ups, he forgot Chihiro's words. He went right back to thinking about Sango. He couldn't help it. He missed her… terribly.
'I wonder what she's doing right now…'
THUD!
Down he came again with a small yelp.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO CLEAR YOUR MIND!!"
"I'M TRYING!!"