Dadum! Thanx to my reviewers. Your suspisions might be correct, and then
they might not be.
Ch.3 Haunting Memories
The woman holding the baby cowers as the man moves closer and closer.
" Stay away!" she shrieks.
The man moves closer.
" After I get him the world will be a better place. Hand him over and you won't get hurt." The man threatens.
" No!"
" Then I'm not sorry." the man pulls out a knife.
A young black-haired boy grabs the baby and runs away with him.
" Thank you, son!" the woman yells.
The man looks venomously at the woman.
" I will kill them, but first I'll get you."
The woman smiles.
" You won't get my sons."
The man raises his knife.
+_+
The blonde-haired boy sits up.
" Oh no........ I slept. If I .........sleep........he'll get me...........Miroku." The young boy swears.
He stands up lazily.
" I must.........get the man..........I must get............Miroku."
Hut
" Why haven't we left yet?" Inuyasha complains " Naraku has probably gotten many more shards in the past days!"
" Miroku says he can feel more pain from the kazaana. Fighting demons and sucking them in will not help Miroku." Kagome answers casually.
" That's not pain from the wind tunnel; that's pain from being hit too many times with Sango's weapon!" Inuyasha shouts.
Miroku sits quietly not listening to their conversation.
' The kazaana pains me, yet it doesn't grow. What can this mean?' Miroku muses.
Castle
" How dare that young boy call me weak?!" Naraku mutters " But compared to him I probably am weak."
Naraku laughs outloud.
" I wish I could see Inuyasha's face when he fights that boy. I can't begin to imagine what that'll do to his pride in the short time he's alive afterward." Naraku laughs.
From behind the curtain Kagura eavesdrops.
' If this boy is more powerful than Naraku he could probably slay him. Then I'd be free from his grasp at long last.' Kagura thinks enthusiastically.
Forest
The boy stumbles tiredly still; whamming into trees every few moments.
" I'm near.......Miroku.........I know..........because my palm burns." The boy says dryly.
~+~+~+~+~~+~+~+~+~+~+
I know it's short but I can't think of much to write without having two chapters left.
Ch.3 Haunting Memories
The woman holding the baby cowers as the man moves closer and closer.
" Stay away!" she shrieks.
The man moves closer.
" After I get him the world will be a better place. Hand him over and you won't get hurt." The man threatens.
" No!"
" Then I'm not sorry." the man pulls out a knife.
A young black-haired boy grabs the baby and runs away with him.
" Thank you, son!" the woman yells.
The man looks venomously at the woman.
" I will kill them, but first I'll get you."
The woman smiles.
" You won't get my sons."
The man raises his knife.
+_+
The blonde-haired boy sits up.
" Oh no........ I slept. If I .........sleep........he'll get me...........Miroku." The young boy swears.
He stands up lazily.
" I must.........get the man..........I must get............Miroku."
Hut
" Why haven't we left yet?" Inuyasha complains " Naraku has probably gotten many more shards in the past days!"
" Miroku says he can feel more pain from the kazaana. Fighting demons and sucking them in will not help Miroku." Kagome answers casually.
" That's not pain from the wind tunnel; that's pain from being hit too many times with Sango's weapon!" Inuyasha shouts.
Miroku sits quietly not listening to their conversation.
' The kazaana pains me, yet it doesn't grow. What can this mean?' Miroku muses.
Castle
" How dare that young boy call me weak?!" Naraku mutters " But compared to him I probably am weak."
Naraku laughs outloud.
" I wish I could see Inuyasha's face when he fights that boy. I can't begin to imagine what that'll do to his pride in the short time he's alive afterward." Naraku laughs.
From behind the curtain Kagura eavesdrops.
' If this boy is more powerful than Naraku he could probably slay him. Then I'd be free from his grasp at long last.' Kagura thinks enthusiastically.
Forest
The boy stumbles tiredly still; whamming into trees every few moments.
" I'm near.......Miroku.........I know..........because my palm burns." The boy says dryly.
~+~+~+~+~~+~+~+~+~+~+
I know it's short but I can't think of much to write without having two chapters left.