Akida- Well I guess its been awhile since I last updated. I was very ill
and typing didn't seem attractive at that time. I didn't expect to get a
lot of reviews on this, but it seems I've been proven otherwise. So now I
shall continue the saga!!
-:-Disclaimer-:- Oh come on, would I really write a disclaimer if I owned Inu-yasha? (I still wish I did though) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
My Dearest Miroku
By: Akida
Making Decisions
The calm chill of night had passed and dawns rosy fingers stretched over the horizon, bathing the earth in light once more. Another night had passed, yet the fogs remained churning up an ominous presence.
Miroku had slept fitfully waking at all hours of the night to adjust his weight, the accursed wound troubling him. It was morning by the time he found a satisfactory position, groaned irritably feeling the chill creep in through cracks.
'Wonderful, just when I've found a spot that won't bother my wound, the sun comes up!'
He sat up groggily trying to convince his limbs to move his body, and surveyed the dim room when his efforts failed. However, he was grateful that the relentless pounding in his head had subsided, and thanked whatever divine power had spared him of that nuisance.
The monks roaming eyes came to rest on a prone object on the floor, and his 'early-morning' wit registered minutes later that it was Sango. He shook his head and grinned slightly, memories of the previous nights groping attempts returning to him.
'She went easy on me that time, must be the cause of my injury. Maybe I should injure myself more often.'
He studied her face, vaguely flushed from the cold of night an expression of peace settling over her. He wondered what dreams could be displaying this external appearance of calm, and hoped that she would remain that way even in consciousness.
Gathering the heavy cloth that had shielded him from the drafts closely about his frame, he strode towards the entrance of the small room. Shivering from the fogs brush against his paled skin, he crouched down and starred out into the impenetrable blanket of mist, watching his breath rise in faint plumes.
'What should I do now? I have two options before me: Remain here and let deaths hand guide me to rest, or go forth and search for a possibly nonexistent cure.'
The monk grumbled realizing that either way the wound would take its toll on him, and leaned against the wooden structure, arms crossed, frustrated with his predicament and his vulnerable condition.
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Sango cracked an eye open and gathered the coverlet around her, feeling well rested for the first time in months. She sighed raising herself on an elbow to greet Miroku, assuming he was still awake, and froze at the empty place beside her.
'Where is he!?'
She scrabbled up hurriedly tripping herself in the process, and dashed outside in a panic when her search had been fruitless.
Miroku turned to stare at a haggard Sango and raised a confused eyebrow.
"Um..Sango, is something wrong?" He said quietly.
"Eh?" she started shaking her head laughing nervously. "Um no, no, nothings wrong, just thought I'd.uh.wake up earlier today you know. Got things to do and such."
"I see," he replied eyes fixed on the ground in profound thought. Sango donned a concerned look, kneeling down beside him.
"I think I should be asking ::you:: what's wrong. You don't look well Miroku." When she didn't get an answer, she moved to face him and crouched to his eye level.
"Miroku!" she said louder watching the mists of contemplation to leave his eyes.
"Eh," he replied dazedly and rushed into an apology before she swatted him for ignoring her. "P-Please forgive me Sango, I-I didn't mean to--"
'Nope, he is definitely not ok.' She shook her waving away his hurried explanations, laughing slightly to reassure him that she wasn't going to do anything damaging to him.
"Don't worry I'm not going to smack you monk, it wouldn't be fair to hurt an injured man." She said standing up to look down on him in, hands on hips eyeing him. "But, don't think just because you're wounded you can grope me and get away with it."
He cringed visibly, guessing that she hadn't forgotten the previous night's attempts. 'Well she certainly doesn't miss much, or let things slip easily.'
She smiled and averted her gaze hoping she hadn't noticed her starring, and turned towards the mist shrouded landscape. The fog had diminished significantly and didn't have its 'pea-soup' consistency, and she could finally see Kaede's hut in the distance.
"Miroku..what are you going to do now?" She said turning to him slowly.
"I don't know," he replied resting his chin on crossed arms. "There isn't much I can do regarding my current position. I can search for a cure that possibly does not exist, or I can remain her and meet my demise. Either way, I do not think I will survive this."
"Don't say that Miroku," she said placing a hand on his arm. "We have to consider that maybe this ::Healer:: Kaede was speaking of, could have knowledge of how to treat this injury. Besides, we still must see to Naraku's undoing that is why all of us are hear, because we want to end this once and for all. There's still a chance no matter how far fetched it may seem, and we can't give up on that."
The tired monk starred into her face seeing how sincere she felt about her words, and realized that she was doing everything in her power to ease his pain. Although there was some truth to it, he did want to destroy Naraku and rid himself of his curse, and he knew now that he decision based on these facts.
"Sango," he began with a stern look. "Your right I can't give up now, Naraku must be eliminated and we are the ones that must see to that job. I won't ever lose sight of that again, it wouldn't be very becoming of monk," he added raising his left hand in a praying position. "I thank you for keeping me on a just path, from which I would have strayed."
"Good," she nodded with a satisfied smile twitching an eyebrow. "Now before I have a chance to inflict any mortally painful injuries, perhaps you could remove your ::other:: hand from my chest?"
"Hand? What hand," he flustered innocently extracting his wandering limb and tried his best to look dignified. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Don't try your luck you letch," she replied icily getting to her feet laughing inwardly. "I'm giving you an immense amount of slack, don't screw it up."
"Ehehehe.."
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The sun had climbed higher in the sky, the fogs had long departed, leaving the lands alive with the bustle of activity, many going to and from the fields. Near Kaede's hut a group of children chased after a stray dog, their laughter doing nothing to subside the reverse setting within.
The group within sat in a tight half-circle focused on two figures: Kaede and Miroku. The monk listened intently to the old woman, taking in the whereabouts of the suggested Healer.
"He resides in the mountain village Shizen one day's journey from here, and goes by the name Sai. I advise that ye leave as soon as possible to save the time that is left," he nodded keeping his face emotionless. "I have great faith in his abilities Miroku, if there is anyone who can help you now it is him."
"Kaede," Kagome began. "Is there anything we can do to lessen the infections effects?"
"As I have told ye," she started spreading her arms wide. "This is far beyond my abilities."
"Then why aren't we leaving now eh? I sure as hell won't have ::his:: death on my shoulders." He muttered before he was eating a face full of wood floor.
Kagome glared at the sprawled fuming shape on the floor. "Maybe you want to leave, but we haven't even asked what Miroku wants to do! It's his decision this time Inuyasha! So ::sit:: still and wait for him to decide you jerk! "
With another 'don't-mess-with-me-now' glare at him, she turned a smiling cheerful face towards the monk. "Well, what do you want to do now Miroku? It's entirely up to you."
'Sheez, what rapid mood changes she has,' he contemplated laughing nervously and rose to follow. "Well Inuyasha ::is:: correct we should leave immediately."
"Alright then let's go," she said happily then exchanged glowering looks with Inuyasha.
Sango rose with Shippo clinging to her arm, which was safer than Kagome's for that moment, and trailed behind the two retreating figures but stopped to turn to Miroku.
"Are you sure you are well enough to begin this journey, we don't know how far we'll have to go if we do find a cure," She asked again to be sure.
"Don't worry about it Sango," he replied smiling thinly. "Besides the longer I wait the worse it may become."
Realizing he had already set his mind on it, she nodded and turned to Kaede. "I thank you for your advice we shall make the best of it."
The old woman bowed her head slowly and motioned for her to catch up with the others. Taking one last look at the old woman, she shouldered her Boomerang Bone hearing the soft padded feet of Kirara follow close behind her.
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Akida- Egh, writers block stinks. I think I kinda fudged up this chapter -_- ;; but don't run off without reviewing! Akida will greatly appreciate it!
-:-Disclaimer-:- Oh come on, would I really write a disclaimer if I owned Inu-yasha? (I still wish I did though) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
My Dearest Miroku
By: Akida
Making Decisions
The calm chill of night had passed and dawns rosy fingers stretched over the horizon, bathing the earth in light once more. Another night had passed, yet the fogs remained churning up an ominous presence.
Miroku had slept fitfully waking at all hours of the night to adjust his weight, the accursed wound troubling him. It was morning by the time he found a satisfactory position, groaned irritably feeling the chill creep in through cracks.
'Wonderful, just when I've found a spot that won't bother my wound, the sun comes up!'
He sat up groggily trying to convince his limbs to move his body, and surveyed the dim room when his efforts failed. However, he was grateful that the relentless pounding in his head had subsided, and thanked whatever divine power had spared him of that nuisance.
The monks roaming eyes came to rest on a prone object on the floor, and his 'early-morning' wit registered minutes later that it was Sango. He shook his head and grinned slightly, memories of the previous nights groping attempts returning to him.
'She went easy on me that time, must be the cause of my injury. Maybe I should injure myself more often.'
He studied her face, vaguely flushed from the cold of night an expression of peace settling over her. He wondered what dreams could be displaying this external appearance of calm, and hoped that she would remain that way even in consciousness.
Gathering the heavy cloth that had shielded him from the drafts closely about his frame, he strode towards the entrance of the small room. Shivering from the fogs brush against his paled skin, he crouched down and starred out into the impenetrable blanket of mist, watching his breath rise in faint plumes.
'What should I do now? I have two options before me: Remain here and let deaths hand guide me to rest, or go forth and search for a possibly nonexistent cure.'
The monk grumbled realizing that either way the wound would take its toll on him, and leaned against the wooden structure, arms crossed, frustrated with his predicament and his vulnerable condition.
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Sango cracked an eye open and gathered the coverlet around her, feeling well rested for the first time in months. She sighed raising herself on an elbow to greet Miroku, assuming he was still awake, and froze at the empty place beside her.
'Where is he!?'
She scrabbled up hurriedly tripping herself in the process, and dashed outside in a panic when her search had been fruitless.
Miroku turned to stare at a haggard Sango and raised a confused eyebrow.
"Um..Sango, is something wrong?" He said quietly.
"Eh?" she started shaking her head laughing nervously. "Um no, no, nothings wrong, just thought I'd.uh.wake up earlier today you know. Got things to do and such."
"I see," he replied eyes fixed on the ground in profound thought. Sango donned a concerned look, kneeling down beside him.
"I think I should be asking ::you:: what's wrong. You don't look well Miroku." When she didn't get an answer, she moved to face him and crouched to his eye level.
"Miroku!" she said louder watching the mists of contemplation to leave his eyes.
"Eh," he replied dazedly and rushed into an apology before she swatted him for ignoring her. "P-Please forgive me Sango, I-I didn't mean to--"
'Nope, he is definitely not ok.' She shook her waving away his hurried explanations, laughing slightly to reassure him that she wasn't going to do anything damaging to him.
"Don't worry I'm not going to smack you monk, it wouldn't be fair to hurt an injured man." She said standing up to look down on him in, hands on hips eyeing him. "But, don't think just because you're wounded you can grope me and get away with it."
He cringed visibly, guessing that she hadn't forgotten the previous night's attempts. 'Well she certainly doesn't miss much, or let things slip easily.'
She smiled and averted her gaze hoping she hadn't noticed her starring, and turned towards the mist shrouded landscape. The fog had diminished significantly and didn't have its 'pea-soup' consistency, and she could finally see Kaede's hut in the distance.
"Miroku..what are you going to do now?" She said turning to him slowly.
"I don't know," he replied resting his chin on crossed arms. "There isn't much I can do regarding my current position. I can search for a cure that possibly does not exist, or I can remain her and meet my demise. Either way, I do not think I will survive this."
"Don't say that Miroku," she said placing a hand on his arm. "We have to consider that maybe this ::Healer:: Kaede was speaking of, could have knowledge of how to treat this injury. Besides, we still must see to Naraku's undoing that is why all of us are hear, because we want to end this once and for all. There's still a chance no matter how far fetched it may seem, and we can't give up on that."
The tired monk starred into her face seeing how sincere she felt about her words, and realized that she was doing everything in her power to ease his pain. Although there was some truth to it, he did want to destroy Naraku and rid himself of his curse, and he knew now that he decision based on these facts.
"Sango," he began with a stern look. "Your right I can't give up now, Naraku must be eliminated and we are the ones that must see to that job. I won't ever lose sight of that again, it wouldn't be very becoming of monk," he added raising his left hand in a praying position. "I thank you for keeping me on a just path, from which I would have strayed."
"Good," she nodded with a satisfied smile twitching an eyebrow. "Now before I have a chance to inflict any mortally painful injuries, perhaps you could remove your ::other:: hand from my chest?"
"Hand? What hand," he flustered innocently extracting his wandering limb and tried his best to look dignified. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Don't try your luck you letch," she replied icily getting to her feet laughing inwardly. "I'm giving you an immense amount of slack, don't screw it up."
"Ehehehe.."
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The sun had climbed higher in the sky, the fogs had long departed, leaving the lands alive with the bustle of activity, many going to and from the fields. Near Kaede's hut a group of children chased after a stray dog, their laughter doing nothing to subside the reverse setting within.
The group within sat in a tight half-circle focused on two figures: Kaede and Miroku. The monk listened intently to the old woman, taking in the whereabouts of the suggested Healer.
"He resides in the mountain village Shizen one day's journey from here, and goes by the name Sai. I advise that ye leave as soon as possible to save the time that is left," he nodded keeping his face emotionless. "I have great faith in his abilities Miroku, if there is anyone who can help you now it is him."
"Kaede," Kagome began. "Is there anything we can do to lessen the infections effects?"
"As I have told ye," she started spreading her arms wide. "This is far beyond my abilities."
"Then why aren't we leaving now eh? I sure as hell won't have ::his:: death on my shoulders." He muttered before he was eating a face full of wood floor.
Kagome glared at the sprawled fuming shape on the floor. "Maybe you want to leave, but we haven't even asked what Miroku wants to do! It's his decision this time Inuyasha! So ::sit:: still and wait for him to decide you jerk! "
With another 'don't-mess-with-me-now' glare at him, she turned a smiling cheerful face towards the monk. "Well, what do you want to do now Miroku? It's entirely up to you."
'Sheez, what rapid mood changes she has,' he contemplated laughing nervously and rose to follow. "Well Inuyasha ::is:: correct we should leave immediately."
"Alright then let's go," she said happily then exchanged glowering looks with Inuyasha.
Sango rose with Shippo clinging to her arm, which was safer than Kagome's for that moment, and trailed behind the two retreating figures but stopped to turn to Miroku.
"Are you sure you are well enough to begin this journey, we don't know how far we'll have to go if we do find a cure," She asked again to be sure.
"Don't worry about it Sango," he replied smiling thinly. "Besides the longer I wait the worse it may become."
Realizing he had already set his mind on it, she nodded and turned to Kaede. "I thank you for your advice we shall make the best of it."
The old woman bowed her head slowly and motioned for her to catch up with the others. Taking one last look at the old woman, she shouldered her Boomerang Bone hearing the soft padded feet of Kirara follow close behind her.
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Akida- Egh, writers block stinks. I think I kinda fudged up this chapter -_- ;; but don't run off without reviewing! Akida will greatly appreciate it!