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A/N: Look forward to a new story from me and my friend soon! Anyway, my fingers and back are better, but I'm still having some mental problems, so I might get slower with updating soon. Sorry!
A Blast from the Past
Chapter 12-Miroku's Kazaana
The jump through the well seemed to take an eternity for Miroku, even though he knew it could only have been mere seconds. He felt almost stretched, a nonentity. Was this how Kagome and InuYasha felt when they traveled between the times? Soon enough though he became all too conscious of his surroundings when he found himself at the bottom of an empty, dirt floored well. Sango was beside him, her hands on hips as she looked up towards the top of the well. They'd have to climb out.
Miroku hoisted his wife out first, taking a brief moment to 'situate' his grip. After Sango was over the wooden rim Miroku himself climbed out, pulling himself over the edge and into the well-house. He looked around with a curious glance before he felt a sharp pain in his left hand. He looked down quickly, the feeling all too similar to when his Kazaana would widen. But there was nothing there.
Shaking it off as nerves, Miroku poked his head out of the small mini shrine they were in. Kagome and InuYasha had taken them out through the well several times before, but Sango and he had always preferred their own time. But this time they had a mission to accomplish. This wasn't a pleasure cruise.
"I want out!" Shippo whined from within the backpack slung over Sango's shoulders. Kirara mewed softly and wiggled around a bit. With a small sigh Sango dropped the bag and opened the top flap, letting the hyperactive youngster and the feline demon out of their confinements. Shippo himself had been through the well only two times, and still found the so called "present time" to be fascinating. He gazed around in awe and wonder, turning around and around until Miroku thought he'd make himself sick.
"Come on Shippo, you have to go back in that bag for a while." Sango coaxed, motioning to the fading yellow backpack on the ground. Shippo crossed his arms over his chest and puffed up his tail defiantly.
"InuYasha and Ryou don't have to hide themselves, so why do I?" Miroku closed his eyes and meditated briefly, drawing deep breaths. Usually he could tolerate the young youkai's whining and self-importance, but not today. They had something to accomplish. Hopefully Sango could make Shippo accede to being carried in the backpack.
"Yes, Shippo, but I cannot cast that concealing spell that Kagome can. She's a miko remember? I'm just a demon exterminator. You're going to have to get in the pack." Sango said forcefully. Shippo pouted momentarily before scrambling in, following by Kirara. Miroku smiled slightly as his wife rolled her eyes.
"Sango? Miroku? Is that you?" A curious voice sounded from the old house by the god-tree. Miroku turned around to see a young man striding towards them, waving his hands to get their attention. Miroku remembered him by his tousled black hair and bright brown eyes. It was Souta, Kagome's younger brother.
"Souta! It's good to see you!" Sango said happily, waiting as the young man approached them. Miroku watched him for a moment before looking down at his left hand. It had. . . twinged again. It was like a small rip in his palm, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing there. Time seemed to slow down for a moment, and he looked up. Sango was smiling, so beautiful. She motioned for him to come over and he took one step.
Time sped back up again in a rush that left Miroku on his knees, overpowered by the reek and taint of evil that suddenly hit him in full force. He tried to retch but was stopped by the wind rushing into his palm. With frightened eyes he grabbed his wrist and forced it away from him, redirecting the winds being sucked into the void. He thought he might have heard someone screaming, it sounded like Sango.
His Kazaana had reopened! He didn't know how, but it was sucking him in, and it was only through a supreme act of will that he kept it away from himself, his wife, and Souta. He hung his head and gritted his teeth. It was too bad that he was going to die here and now. He would have like to see a son or daughter.
Sango screamed and that was all she knew. The Kazaana in her husband's hand had appeared, and was widening. Already limbs from the goshinboku god tree were snapping off and spiraling into the void in Miroku's palm. With a quick mind she brought herself back into a calm state, grabbing Souta, who seemed frozen.
"Souta! Tell me! Do you have any blessed cloth and sutra beads in your shrine?" Souta blinked and snapped into the reality, nodding quickly. Without a word he raced in the direction of the shrine and Sango followed as quickly as she could, praying that her husband would merely hold on long enough for her to save him. She had no idea why the Kazaana had opened again. Naraku was dead, and she didn't know what to think anymore.
"It's here. . . somewhere." Souta said quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush. He opened an old door covered in seals and warding sigils. She pushed passed it and cast her eyes about in desperation. Her eyes found it quickly, a pale pink bolt of cloth with a symbol of blessing embroidered into it, and a long string of purple sutra beads. With nary another thought she grabbed them up and raced back outside again, roughly dropping the pack from her back.
As she ran back she tore the cloth into a few strips, wrapping them around her wrist before dropping the rest and holding it firmly between her two hands. Miroku was clutching his hand and trying to turn it away, but she could see it crack wider, blood etching along the sides as grass, small rocks, braches, and debris were sucked into it. She maneuvered behind him and leapt forward at the moment she knew was right.
She drifted in limbo for a brief moment as the Kazaana tried to catch her lithe form, but she fought it and held the cloth out. She closed her eyes tightly and prayed. She felt the cloth catch after a few moments. With her heart pounding she opened her eyes and saw the pink cloth bound across Miroku's palm and she swiftly threw the purple sutra beads over and around, tying it securely before simply falling in heap on the monk's lap.
They lay there for a while, panting and trying to regain their lost breath. Finally Sango propped herself up on her elbows and looked at Miroku. He sat up and smiled dashingly at her, having cheated death once again. She smiled back and settled with the fact that he was alright.
"Sango, dear. . ." Miroku said, looking at her seriously. She looked back. "I am very grateful for you having saved my life and all. . ." He paused, stretching out a pregnant pause. He lifted his hand, bound by the cloth and sutra beads. "But did you have to pick pink?" Sango allowed herself a sigh before slapping him.
A/N: Sorry it's so short!!
A/N: Look forward to a new story from me and my friend soon! Anyway, my fingers and back are better, but I'm still having some mental problems, so I might get slower with updating soon. Sorry!
A Blast from the Past
Chapter 12-Miroku's Kazaana
The jump through the well seemed to take an eternity for Miroku, even though he knew it could only have been mere seconds. He felt almost stretched, a nonentity. Was this how Kagome and InuYasha felt when they traveled between the times? Soon enough though he became all too conscious of his surroundings when he found himself at the bottom of an empty, dirt floored well. Sango was beside him, her hands on hips as she looked up towards the top of the well. They'd have to climb out.
Miroku hoisted his wife out first, taking a brief moment to 'situate' his grip. After Sango was over the wooden rim Miroku himself climbed out, pulling himself over the edge and into the well-house. He looked around with a curious glance before he felt a sharp pain in his left hand. He looked down quickly, the feeling all too similar to when his Kazaana would widen. But there was nothing there.
Shaking it off as nerves, Miroku poked his head out of the small mini shrine they were in. Kagome and InuYasha had taken them out through the well several times before, but Sango and he had always preferred their own time. But this time they had a mission to accomplish. This wasn't a pleasure cruise.
"I want out!" Shippo whined from within the backpack slung over Sango's shoulders. Kirara mewed softly and wiggled around a bit. With a small sigh Sango dropped the bag and opened the top flap, letting the hyperactive youngster and the feline demon out of their confinements. Shippo himself had been through the well only two times, and still found the so called "present time" to be fascinating. He gazed around in awe and wonder, turning around and around until Miroku thought he'd make himself sick.
"Come on Shippo, you have to go back in that bag for a while." Sango coaxed, motioning to the fading yellow backpack on the ground. Shippo crossed his arms over his chest and puffed up his tail defiantly.
"InuYasha and Ryou don't have to hide themselves, so why do I?" Miroku closed his eyes and meditated briefly, drawing deep breaths. Usually he could tolerate the young youkai's whining and self-importance, but not today. They had something to accomplish. Hopefully Sango could make Shippo accede to being carried in the backpack.
"Yes, Shippo, but I cannot cast that concealing spell that Kagome can. She's a miko remember? I'm just a demon exterminator. You're going to have to get in the pack." Sango said forcefully. Shippo pouted momentarily before scrambling in, following by Kirara. Miroku smiled slightly as his wife rolled her eyes.
"Sango? Miroku? Is that you?" A curious voice sounded from the old house by the god-tree. Miroku turned around to see a young man striding towards them, waving his hands to get their attention. Miroku remembered him by his tousled black hair and bright brown eyes. It was Souta, Kagome's younger brother.
"Souta! It's good to see you!" Sango said happily, waiting as the young man approached them. Miroku watched him for a moment before looking down at his left hand. It had. . . twinged again. It was like a small rip in his palm, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing there. Time seemed to slow down for a moment, and he looked up. Sango was smiling, so beautiful. She motioned for him to come over and he took one step.
Time sped back up again in a rush that left Miroku on his knees, overpowered by the reek and taint of evil that suddenly hit him in full force. He tried to retch but was stopped by the wind rushing into his palm. With frightened eyes he grabbed his wrist and forced it away from him, redirecting the winds being sucked into the void. He thought he might have heard someone screaming, it sounded like Sango.
His Kazaana had reopened! He didn't know how, but it was sucking him in, and it was only through a supreme act of will that he kept it away from himself, his wife, and Souta. He hung his head and gritted his teeth. It was too bad that he was going to die here and now. He would have like to see a son or daughter.
Sango screamed and that was all she knew. The Kazaana in her husband's hand had appeared, and was widening. Already limbs from the goshinboku god tree were snapping off and spiraling into the void in Miroku's palm. With a quick mind she brought herself back into a calm state, grabbing Souta, who seemed frozen.
"Souta! Tell me! Do you have any blessed cloth and sutra beads in your shrine?" Souta blinked and snapped into the reality, nodding quickly. Without a word he raced in the direction of the shrine and Sango followed as quickly as she could, praying that her husband would merely hold on long enough for her to save him. She had no idea why the Kazaana had opened again. Naraku was dead, and she didn't know what to think anymore.
"It's here. . . somewhere." Souta said quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush. He opened an old door covered in seals and warding sigils. She pushed passed it and cast her eyes about in desperation. Her eyes found it quickly, a pale pink bolt of cloth with a symbol of blessing embroidered into it, and a long string of purple sutra beads. With nary another thought she grabbed them up and raced back outside again, roughly dropping the pack from her back.
As she ran back she tore the cloth into a few strips, wrapping them around her wrist before dropping the rest and holding it firmly between her two hands. Miroku was clutching his hand and trying to turn it away, but she could see it crack wider, blood etching along the sides as grass, small rocks, braches, and debris were sucked into it. She maneuvered behind him and leapt forward at the moment she knew was right.
She drifted in limbo for a brief moment as the Kazaana tried to catch her lithe form, but she fought it and held the cloth out. She closed her eyes tightly and prayed. She felt the cloth catch after a few moments. With her heart pounding she opened her eyes and saw the pink cloth bound across Miroku's palm and she swiftly threw the purple sutra beads over and around, tying it securely before simply falling in heap on the monk's lap.
They lay there for a while, panting and trying to regain their lost breath. Finally Sango propped herself up on her elbows and looked at Miroku. He sat up and smiled dashingly at her, having cheated death once again. She smiled back and settled with the fact that he was alright.
"Sango, dear. . ." Miroku said, looking at her seriously. She looked back. "I am very grateful for you having saved my life and all. . ." He paused, stretching out a pregnant pause. He lifted his hand, bound by the cloth and sutra beads. "But did you have to pick pink?" Sango allowed herself a sigh before slapping him.
A/N: Sorry it's so short!!