Well, well, well.....I've decided to change my writing style a bit, I've found that my chapter seems to get shorter and shorter as the chapter numbers get bigger and bigger...(is that supposed to happen?
--'') So, from now on I plan to put more into a chapter than just a couple of paragraphs and a dialogue.........
Yes, I am aware that Kagome is too sophisticated for Kagome and that was the entire plan from the beginning...it makes her more like Kikyou...somewhat, which isn't the point, but that's what draw IY's attentions to her. Basically, if IY wasn't so interested...I wouldn't have anything to babble on about...
Chapter 3
Meet the Monk Day
Inu Yasha sat by the bed, watching over the raven haired girl lying in bed. She had just fallen asleep after 3 hours of frantic apologies and random bursts into tear for hitting him over the head. He sat by the bed, leaning slightly, watching her as her chest puffed up and down under the bulky blankets. The sun had slowly begun to set and red and orange streaks of light pierced in through the windows, illuminating the room.
A small knock broke the silence and Inu Yasha slowly stood to open the door. Sango stood in the doorway, with a large smile on her face and a tray in her hand. In the tray sat a couple of small snacks and a matching cups with a large jug. Walking in, she set her tray down and unloaded the items onto a small table close to the bed.
Slowly she smoothed out the wrinkles and sat down on the bed. Sango looked up to see a pair of great big pair of deep brown eyes stare at her from the head of the bed. Sango smiled at her and she returned a smile, showing the small dimples on the sides of her face. Moving in closer to her, Sango placed a hand on her forehead and felt her temperature. Satisfied with the warmth of her brow, she brushed away some of the stray hairs on her head and smiled again.
Not looking away, Sango reached for the jug of water only to find her hand colliding with another and she felt a small spray of water on her right hand. Looking up, she met Inu Yasha's face, staring down at her; his hand holding a small cup of water and offering it to her. Smiling, once again, Sango took the cup and handed it to the girl.
Having somewhat difficulty sitting up, the girl strained to move and found her falling backwards into the bed. Sango's hand shot out and grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her into sitting position. Inu Yasha walked over and parked himself on the floor with his hands before him and his legs sticking out to the side, like a dogs, and watched the girl in bed. The girl turned to the half dog half human on the floor and looked away, pouting out her lips.
Sango smiled, again, and looked out the window. The sun was almost set and red streaks dashed across the horizon mixed in with orange. Sighing to herself, Sango turned back to the young girl.
"May I ask you your name?" Sango asked gently, scared to speak too loud. The girl turned to her and started at her, unblinking, with her brown eyes. Slowly a smile formed on her face.
"My name," She replied, feeling cheerful. "is Kagome."
"Kagome..." Sango repeated, remembering it.
"My name is Sango."
"Sango...."Kagome whispered. The two girls smiled at each other, suddenly both stopped as they felt a small shock seep through their bodies as if they had met before, a long time ago. Brushing aside the feeling Kagome moved slightly in the bed and lowered her body to bow to Sango.
"Thank you very much for saving me, and bringing me here." Kagome added smiling at Sango.
"No, no." Sango protested. "Don't thank me, I didn't do anything- I only own this place. The person you should thank is Inu Yasha. He's the one who brought you here." She added, pointing to the silver haired half breed who had made his way to a chair beside the bed.
"Thank...you." Kagome whispered, turning away. Inu Yasha looked at her and cocked his head to the side; letting out a small "Keh", but feeling very satisfied with himself.
Sango laughed to herself at the artist and turned her attention back to Kagome.
"So?," She asked, "what brings you to jolly old England?"
Kagome turned towards her and her face froze. "I..I..I..came here for my brother."
"Brother?" Sango asked.
"Yes, my brother is very sick and needs western medicine. We came here from Japan, in search of a cure for his illness."
"What's he sick with?" Sango asked. Kagome felt herself burn with anger.
"That's the problem!" She screamed burring her face into her covers. "We don't know what he's sick with and every doctor we've gone to doesn't know either." She replied, between sobs.
"I'm so sorry...for bringing it up." Sango added, picking up her things quickly and rushing out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Inu Yasha, seeing that Sango had left, moved onto the bed beside Kagome. Slowly, he lifted his hand and placed it on her head. Kagome froze and looked up, teary eyed. A pair of amber eyes looked her in the eyes and stared at her non stop. Kagome, feeling somewhat awkward screamed and pushed Inu Yasha with all her might, knocking him over, and grabbed the covers and hid.
Wrapping the covers tightly, she formed a small oval in the middle of the bed, and began to cry. Inu Yasha stayed where he was, lying down on the bed facing the ceiling.
'Goddamn stupid wench, what the hell is her problem? I try to help and she pushes me away..'
Lifting himself up again, he looked at the blob in the middle of the bed. Feeling frustrated, he crossed his arms and legs and sat at the end of the bed. His ears perked as he heard her sobs under the bed, and deciding to leave her alone, he sat there.
Sango ran down the stairs and stopped at the bar holding her mouth as tears dripped down her face. Her legs turned soft and she fell to the ground, covering herself with her arms Sango let go and began to cry. Kohaku's image began to appear in her mind, the little brother she had sent to America in hopes that he could become more than an Inn owner, like the rest of their family.
Sango secretly swore not to cry for her separation from her brother but it had become difficult after the sudden death of both their parents. One day they left the house, and that night, they never returned. The next morning, Sango heard about a murder on the path outside of England. Never did she consider that it would be her parents.
The floor was cold and hard as Sango spread herself over it. Kirara, her small cat walked towards her, mewing. Sango lifted her red face and pulled her in close, resting her teary eyes on her soft fur. Soon she began to sob again, with only the comfort of her cat, and she didn't hear the door open and a young man walk in, holding a staff in his hands.
The gentleman walked towards Sango and rested his staff on the ground. Placing a hand on Sango's shoulder he began to speak.
"Miss?" He asked, shaking her gently. Sango stopped crying and lifted her head to see a young monk's eyes staring back at her. His dark eyes, his small strands of hair falling over his face and his two gold earrings, one on each ear. "Miss, are you all right?" He asked, his voice deep and charming.
Sango lay flat on the floor, stunned by his sudden presence, which she had not detected, and the man himself. Lifting herself up slowly, she let go of Kirara and wiped furiously at her face, rubbing away all the fallen tears. The young boy lifted his hand and placed in on her face, moving up her cheek he wiped away a tear and smiled at Sango. Sango looked the monk in the eyes and felt her limbs go stiff.
The two sat on the ground, staring at each other. The monk put his hands down and grabbed Sango's with both hands. Lifting them up to his face he smiled.
"My name is Miroku," he began, "I have traveled from far away in search of something that I cannot find."
Sango, feeling mesmerized by his voice nodded. "My name... is Sango." She responded, "What is it that you search?" She asked.
"I am in search of a woman..."He added pulling Sango in closer to him, "to bear my children." Sango felt as if a rock landed on her head, pulling her hands out of his she quickly stood. Turing around quickly, she clenched a fist and knocked the stranger on the head, leaving a large bump.
"Such inhospitality, from such a fragile flower." Miroku said standing up. "I come in search of lodgment for the night." Sango looked at him and turned around to fetch a key in the back room. Miroku followed, picking up his staff as he stood.
Reaching up high, for the highest key, Sango's fingers lingered, trying to reach. Suddenly, she stopped. Turning around slowly, she felt a hand on her backside, where no hand should be. Turning she saw the Monk...with his hand on her rear. Clenching her hand into a fist once again, she brought it down on his head again, leaving a second bump. Shoving the key into his chest she stormed away angrily yelling as she left, "Find the room yourself, Hentai!"
Miroku stood in the middle of the small room, rubbing his head. Slowly, he let his hand fall to his side and a small smile smirked across his face.
"Ah," he said to himself, "that, was worth every bruise on my head." Throwing the keys into the air and catching them, he smiled as he walked off down the heated halls in search of room 001.
Inu Yasha sat impatiently on the bed, waiting for Kagome to come out. Soon, he grew irritated and reached for the blankets, giving it a big tug. Kagome grabbed onto the covers with all her might, and stopped them from moving. Inu Yasha tugged and again, the same result. Giving up he moved to the side of the bed and fingered away at the covers. Kagome tugged the sheet in closer and held on tight.
"Damn it, wench." Inu Yasha called, angrily.
"What did you call me?!" Kagome yelled back, muffled by the bedspread.
"Get the hell out of there before you suffocate yourself to death."
"Like you care!"
"Damn it, why the fuck do you have to be so goddamn stubborn."
"Why do you care?!" Kagome asked. Inu Yasha stepped back at the question.
"I...I..., well if you die, I would be in trouble wouldn't I? Not something I want."
"Ha, some reason that is. I don't care what you say I'm not getting out of here." Kagome replied and covered herself even tighter. Inu Yasha had had too much, stepping forwards he dug his nails into the blankets, creating small holes with his fingers and pulled with all his might. Kagome lost her hold on the blankets and the sheets flew off her face.
The bright light poured in from all around her and burned her eyes slightly. Her face as flush red from the crying and the muffling. Slowly, her face began to cool and she opened her eyes, to meet the same pair of eyes she had encountered earlier. She stared back into them as they gazed upon her with such gentleness.
Kagome quickly turned away as she felt the tears returning. Inu Yasha leapt over the bed and landed on the other side.
"Kagome." He said. "That's your name isn't it?" He waited for a response but received none, and assuming her was right her continued. "You know, you look familiar...like Kikyou." He said, as his voice slowly diminished to a whisper when he said her name.
'The queen's daughter?' Kagome thought to herself.
Inu Yasha looked at her longer before reaching into his shirt and pulling out a small charcoal pencil and a sheet of paper. Pulling up a chair, he began to scratch away at the paper, occasionally looking up at Kagome. After a few minutes, he put the pencil down and lifted his work. Walking over to her, he sat down and held up the sheet.
Kagome, slightly interested in what he had done, lifted herself off the bed and moved in closer to get a better look. On the paper, was a sketch of her, done roughly in dark lines. It was like looking into a mirror and having the reflecting staring back at her, with cold dark eyes. Kagome moved in closer to get a better look and her brushed his nose and face gently. Inu Yasha felt chills run down his spine as he felt her soft hair brushin gby her, leaving her intoxicating scent.
"My eyes aren't empty." Kagome added, reaching over and pointing at the picture, exposing her scarred arm in front of Inu Yasha. Inu Yasha turned to her and placed a hand on her arm. Kagome, seeing that she had left herself open to him tried to pull away, but he kept his grip firm on her arm. She turned her head and pulled with all her might, nothing happened.
'Stop fidgeting." He commanded, gently. Kagome turned to him, eyes wide. He stared back at her before looking down at her arm. "Tell me, who did this?" He demanded. Kagome remained silent.
"It's none of your business." She whispered, knowing that he could hear her with his ears.
"That's not the point." He replied. "Kagome, you are my inspiration, I can't have your hurt like this."
Kagome stared at him, straight in the eyes. She felt her heart jump madly inside her chest.
'What does he mean, inspiration?', she thought to herself, ' why does he care?'
