Okay, ppl, if you remember, in chap three, my brain froze at the end and I couldn't remember that movie. Well, because of our awesome reviewing system, I can now tell you that the name of the movie was UPTOWN GIRLS, and the blonde little girl was the one I was talking about. Thank you, theslip666; I never would have remembered it!
She's Not Mine
Chapter seven:
You Care For Me?
The sun was up, and most everyone was already out of bed and eating breakfast. Miroku rolled over to his left, his daughter's back to him as she slept. He put an arm around her waist, and gently shook her to wake her, but she didn't move. He was a little confused at this, so he shook her shoulder, a little bit harder than before and called her name. Still no response. He was scared now, and quickly turned her over to check her breathing. Yes, she was alive, but why she wasn't waking up, he had no idea. Finally she stirred, and he relaxed, relieved that she was moving on her own. "Father?" she called softly, "Hold me, please." He gathered her in his arms, and rocked her slowly. She wrapped her arm around his waist and put a hand on his chest. They stayed like that for some time, until he noticed that it was getting hard for him to breathe. He started gasping for breath, then looked down at Katura, only to see that her eyes were red, and the hand on his chest was not just on it, but digging into it, crushing his air supply. He used all his strength to thrust her away from him just before his head spun from lack of oxygen. He looked over at her and she licked his blood from her hand, then stood up. "What is it, father?" she asked in a singsong voice, "Don't you recognize your DAUGHTER!" Her voice changed with that last word, and her skin turned green and scaly. Soon she had fully transformed into a giant serpent, her fangs dripping with her venom. She lunged for him, and he braced himself, but the strike never came. Instead there was a loud clang, and Miroku opened his eyes to find Inu Yasha standing in front of him, his sword pushing the deadly mouth back.
"I knew I smelt a demon," he said as he blocked the teeth yet again. "BACK LASH!" he yelled, the wind scar of his sword surrounding the snake, then tore it apart. It disappeared, nothing but ashes remaining. Sango came in and helped Miroku to his feet, tearing some of her kimono in attempts to stop the bleeding in his chest, but he ignored her.
"Inu Yasha!" he yelled, taking his staff and running at the half demon. He moved out of the way, tripping the monk, and sending him flying into the wall. He tried to stand, but the pain was too great for him to ignore. Sango ran over to him, chiding him for doing such a foolish thing when he was injured, but he only had ears for Inu Yasha.
"What's your problem, monk? I save your sorry hide, and you turn around and try to kill me?"
"You-you killed my daughter! I would rather have died at her hand than watch her die at yours!"
"Get a hold of yourself, Miroku! That wasn't your daughter. I'd know her scent anywhere, and that demon I just killed reeked of Naraku."
"N-Naraku? Then where is Katura?" He looked frantically between Inu Yasha and Sango, but neither could answer his question. He got up and headed for the door, and almost collapsed, had it not been for Sango's support.
"Miroku, you really should lie down. You're hurt badly." She tried to keep him from moving, but one look at his eyes, and she flinched. There was so much pain there it almost made her cry.
"Please, Sango," he begged, "I need to find her. I don't think it was coincidence that we both dreamed of a snake demon last night. I have to find her." He was so desperate that Sango complied and helped him hobble down the hallway. Kagome was walking towards them, and cocked her head at Miroku, not noticing his wounds at first.
"Miroku? Didn't you and Katura just leave?" she asked, and then saw the red on his robe. "What happened? Were you attacked just now?"
"What did you just say?" he asked horrified.
"I just saw you and Katura walking into the forest, so I asked where you were going and you said you'd be back later, so I let you go. Don't you remember?"
"Kagome, I just got out of bed. I couldn't pos-" he froze, realizing what must have happened. "It must have been a demon who can take the form of others. But wouldn't she have smelled that it wasn't me?"
"Not necessarily," said Inu Yasha, and everyone turned to him. "She was crying last night, so her nose could have been stuffed up this morning. It takes a lot longer for a demon to go back to normal after crying since it happens so rarely. She may not get her sense of smell back for a few days."
"But who would want to take her?" said Kagome, quite confused now.
Miroku didn't even have to think. He broke free from Sango's grip and ran clumsily outside. He tripped on the stairs and landed on his stomach. Sango ran after him, but he was already getting to his knees. She grabbed his arms and kept him there. He struggled for a while, but eventually just threw his head back. "NARAKU!" he screamed. He gave in, and wrapped his arms around Sango, tears stinging his eyes. She held him, running her fingers through his hair, softly trying to comfort him. She looked up and saw Inu Yasha standing off a little, obviously trying to decide whether to put his arm around Kagome or not, since she had an arm around him. Kagome was looking sadly at Miroku, feeling sorry for him, a little unnerved since she'd never seen him cry before. Sango turned back to Miroku, and said softly, "We really should get your wounds dressed. I'm sure Inu Yasha will go track them for you." She looked up, and saw that he finally had put an arm around Kagome, but he just sighed and removed it as he ran into the forest.
Kagome met Sango's eyes, and nodded, knowing that she wanted to be alone with Miroku. "I'll go get the bandages." She went back inside to get them, leaving the two alone.
"I know it's hard Miroku. Believe me, I know." He sat up, and wiped his tears, blushing a little at his lack of a hold on himself. He knew she was talking about Kohaku, and looked at her.
"I finally know what you're going through, Sango. All this time, I've had no idea what it would be like to loose your family to your worst enemy, but now that Katura is with Naraku, I know what pain you're going through. I'm sorry I've been so insensitive about it."
"No, Miroku, if anything, you are suffering more than I am. I had already lost Kohaku once, but I've never experienced the loss of a child before."
"Sango..." he said, looking down at the ground, "Would- do you think you could-when we get Katura back, would you mind helping me raise her? As your own daughter?"
Sango blushed furiously. "You want me...to be her mother?" He nodded, and she went a few shades redder. "Well...I...why me? Why not Kagome, or Keade?"
He looked at her. "I want you, Sango, because I think you would make the best mother for her. Kagome won't always be here, and she's already raising Shipou with Inu Yasha, and Keade is too old to handle her. Besides, I trust you, and I think Katura respects you more than anyone else." He took her hand in his. If it were possible for Sango to go any shades more crimson, she would have. "I care for you, and I want someone who shares the same feelings as I do to share that with my child. If you don't want to, I'll understand."
"F-feelings? You really...care for me?"
"Of course, Sango. I have for a long time. I thought you had figured that out when-" Now it was his turn to blush a little.
"When what?" she asked, slightly panicked. How could she have missed it?
"In the forest...when I kissed you. I- I thought maybe you would have seen it, but I guess I chose the wrong time to show it. I didn't want to force anything on you, but seeing the circumstances, I thought it was the only way to make you understand that I didn't feel anything for Katura's mother. You mean much more to me than any woman, past or present. I wanted you to know that."
"Well...uh...I-I guess I could. Be her mother, that is."
"Does that mean..." he started to ask, looking back at the ground in defeat, but decided that he didn't want to know. Suddenly he felt a stitch in his chest, and remembered his wound. He bent over in pain, trying hard to breathe regularly. Sango put her hands on his shoulders, worried that the subject had caused his sudden spasm of pain. He tried to sit up, and eventually caught her eye. "S-Sango!" he gasped, then fell forward, into her arms unconscious.
"Kagome!" yelled Sango, and found that her friend had been hiding around the corner with Shipou, listening, but hadn't realized he had fainted. They rushed out and Sango helped her carry Miroku inside. Once he was in his bed, Sango began dressing his wounds. "Kagome?"
"Yes Sango?"
"Do you think you could leave me with Miroku? I'd really like to be in here alone when he wakes up." Her friend nodded and left the room. Sango sighed, then laid down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Please, Miroku," she whispered. "Please be okay. For me." She closed her eyes and fell asleep next to him, hoping that this wouldn't be the last time that she did.
He groaned, and tried to sit up, but he felt weight on his shoulder, and the monk realized that Sango had fallen asleep at his side. Miroku smiled at the thought of waking up beside her every morning, but he was sure she wouldn't be too thrilled with the idea. She hadn't returned his feelings before he blacked out, and it made him sad that she really didn't. He looked up at the ceiling, just thinking, when she began to stir. "Hello Sango," he said, and she jumped, immediately sitting up and blushing at being caught lying by him. 'Is she that repelled by me?' he thought sadly.
"I didn't think I'd sleep so long," she said hurriedly, trying to explain herself. "It's just...I was...worried. I didn't know if you would make it or not...and I wanted to be by your side when woke up. I just didn't mean it literally."
"I see." He closed his eyes, accepting defeat.
"I'm glad you're okay, Miroku," she said, wondering why he was acting so sad all of a sudden. 'Well duh, he just lost his only daughter. Of course he's sad,' she thought to herself. "We will get your daughter back," she said, trying to encourage him to smile or something.
"Why are you here, Sango?" he asked looking up at her. She was taken aback by the question.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm awake and breathing. You said you wanted to be here when I woke, but why are you still here?"
"I told you Miroku, I was worried."
"Are you worried now?"
"Yes, I am. You seem really depressed, and it's not like you. I-I would have you smile again..."
He was really confused now. "Smile?"
"Yes. It breaks my heart to see you so hurt and upset. I want you to be happy, like your old self."
"I don't understand. I thought you were repelled by me."
"Wha-where would you get such an idea?" she leaned over so that he looked her in the eye. "Miroku-? Haven't you guessed it yet?"
"Was there something to guess?" he asked a little more bitterly than he meant. "You didn't return my feelings in the forest, or this morning. I thought I already guessed it."
"I didn't return them, because I didn't know how. In the forest, I was felt like I had been betrayed, and I didn't realize that you actually meant the kiss, and when Katura asked me if I loved you, I hesitated because I didn't know how you were going to react. You fainted before I could tell you this morning, and I thought I already had returned them by accepting your offer to take Katura in as my own."
"So...you do love me?"
"Of course Miroku. I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
"So if I tried to kiss you again, you wouldn't slap me?"
She smiled as she leaned down to answer his question.
Kagome walked in just as their lips touched, and she was so surprised that she dropped the bandages she was carrying. Sang pulled back at the clatter, but Miroku put his hand on the side of her face, bring her back to him. Kagome left otherwise unnoticed.
Hehe! You knew that was coming! Okay, R&R! I really need feed back ppl! This is the seventh chapter, and I've only gotten reviews from one person (of whom I am very grateful by the way).
Oh yeah! I almost forgot! I haven't disowned anything yet! Here it goes: I don't own anything already owned by someone else, namely the Inu Yasha series, 'Waiting' by Maren Ord, 'She's Too Fat For Me' by who knows what, or Scripture Mastery, which I think my church owns. If I forgot any thing, sorry, but I don't own that either. kk, ja ne!
She's Not Mine
Chapter seven:
You Care For Me?
The sun was up, and most everyone was already out of bed and eating breakfast. Miroku rolled over to his left, his daughter's back to him as she slept. He put an arm around her waist, and gently shook her to wake her, but she didn't move. He was a little confused at this, so he shook her shoulder, a little bit harder than before and called her name. Still no response. He was scared now, and quickly turned her over to check her breathing. Yes, she was alive, but why she wasn't waking up, he had no idea. Finally she stirred, and he relaxed, relieved that she was moving on her own. "Father?" she called softly, "Hold me, please." He gathered her in his arms, and rocked her slowly. She wrapped her arm around his waist and put a hand on his chest. They stayed like that for some time, until he noticed that it was getting hard for him to breathe. He started gasping for breath, then looked down at Katura, only to see that her eyes were red, and the hand on his chest was not just on it, but digging into it, crushing his air supply. He used all his strength to thrust her away from him just before his head spun from lack of oxygen. He looked over at her and she licked his blood from her hand, then stood up. "What is it, father?" she asked in a singsong voice, "Don't you recognize your DAUGHTER!" Her voice changed with that last word, and her skin turned green and scaly. Soon she had fully transformed into a giant serpent, her fangs dripping with her venom. She lunged for him, and he braced himself, but the strike never came. Instead there was a loud clang, and Miroku opened his eyes to find Inu Yasha standing in front of him, his sword pushing the deadly mouth back.
"I knew I smelt a demon," he said as he blocked the teeth yet again. "BACK LASH!" he yelled, the wind scar of his sword surrounding the snake, then tore it apart. It disappeared, nothing but ashes remaining. Sango came in and helped Miroku to his feet, tearing some of her kimono in attempts to stop the bleeding in his chest, but he ignored her.
"Inu Yasha!" he yelled, taking his staff and running at the half demon. He moved out of the way, tripping the monk, and sending him flying into the wall. He tried to stand, but the pain was too great for him to ignore. Sango ran over to him, chiding him for doing such a foolish thing when he was injured, but he only had ears for Inu Yasha.
"What's your problem, monk? I save your sorry hide, and you turn around and try to kill me?"
"You-you killed my daughter! I would rather have died at her hand than watch her die at yours!"
"Get a hold of yourself, Miroku! That wasn't your daughter. I'd know her scent anywhere, and that demon I just killed reeked of Naraku."
"N-Naraku? Then where is Katura?" He looked frantically between Inu Yasha and Sango, but neither could answer his question. He got up and headed for the door, and almost collapsed, had it not been for Sango's support.
"Miroku, you really should lie down. You're hurt badly." She tried to keep him from moving, but one look at his eyes, and she flinched. There was so much pain there it almost made her cry.
"Please, Sango," he begged, "I need to find her. I don't think it was coincidence that we both dreamed of a snake demon last night. I have to find her." He was so desperate that Sango complied and helped him hobble down the hallway. Kagome was walking towards them, and cocked her head at Miroku, not noticing his wounds at first.
"Miroku? Didn't you and Katura just leave?" she asked, and then saw the red on his robe. "What happened? Were you attacked just now?"
"What did you just say?" he asked horrified.
"I just saw you and Katura walking into the forest, so I asked where you were going and you said you'd be back later, so I let you go. Don't you remember?"
"Kagome, I just got out of bed. I couldn't pos-" he froze, realizing what must have happened. "It must have been a demon who can take the form of others. But wouldn't she have smelled that it wasn't me?"
"Not necessarily," said Inu Yasha, and everyone turned to him. "She was crying last night, so her nose could have been stuffed up this morning. It takes a lot longer for a demon to go back to normal after crying since it happens so rarely. She may not get her sense of smell back for a few days."
"But who would want to take her?" said Kagome, quite confused now.
Miroku didn't even have to think. He broke free from Sango's grip and ran clumsily outside. He tripped on the stairs and landed on his stomach. Sango ran after him, but he was already getting to his knees. She grabbed his arms and kept him there. He struggled for a while, but eventually just threw his head back. "NARAKU!" he screamed. He gave in, and wrapped his arms around Sango, tears stinging his eyes. She held him, running her fingers through his hair, softly trying to comfort him. She looked up and saw Inu Yasha standing off a little, obviously trying to decide whether to put his arm around Kagome or not, since she had an arm around him. Kagome was looking sadly at Miroku, feeling sorry for him, a little unnerved since she'd never seen him cry before. Sango turned back to Miroku, and said softly, "We really should get your wounds dressed. I'm sure Inu Yasha will go track them for you." She looked up, and saw that he finally had put an arm around Kagome, but he just sighed and removed it as he ran into the forest.
Kagome met Sango's eyes, and nodded, knowing that she wanted to be alone with Miroku. "I'll go get the bandages." She went back inside to get them, leaving the two alone.
"I know it's hard Miroku. Believe me, I know." He sat up, and wiped his tears, blushing a little at his lack of a hold on himself. He knew she was talking about Kohaku, and looked at her.
"I finally know what you're going through, Sango. All this time, I've had no idea what it would be like to loose your family to your worst enemy, but now that Katura is with Naraku, I know what pain you're going through. I'm sorry I've been so insensitive about it."
"No, Miroku, if anything, you are suffering more than I am. I had already lost Kohaku once, but I've never experienced the loss of a child before."
"Sango..." he said, looking down at the ground, "Would- do you think you could-when we get Katura back, would you mind helping me raise her? As your own daughter?"
Sango blushed furiously. "You want me...to be her mother?" He nodded, and she went a few shades redder. "Well...I...why me? Why not Kagome, or Keade?"
He looked at her. "I want you, Sango, because I think you would make the best mother for her. Kagome won't always be here, and she's already raising Shipou with Inu Yasha, and Keade is too old to handle her. Besides, I trust you, and I think Katura respects you more than anyone else." He took her hand in his. If it were possible for Sango to go any shades more crimson, she would have. "I care for you, and I want someone who shares the same feelings as I do to share that with my child. If you don't want to, I'll understand."
"F-feelings? You really...care for me?"
"Of course, Sango. I have for a long time. I thought you had figured that out when-" Now it was his turn to blush a little.
"When what?" she asked, slightly panicked. How could she have missed it?
"In the forest...when I kissed you. I- I thought maybe you would have seen it, but I guess I chose the wrong time to show it. I didn't want to force anything on you, but seeing the circumstances, I thought it was the only way to make you understand that I didn't feel anything for Katura's mother. You mean much more to me than any woman, past or present. I wanted you to know that."
"Well...uh...I-I guess I could. Be her mother, that is."
"Does that mean..." he started to ask, looking back at the ground in defeat, but decided that he didn't want to know. Suddenly he felt a stitch in his chest, and remembered his wound. He bent over in pain, trying hard to breathe regularly. Sango put her hands on his shoulders, worried that the subject had caused his sudden spasm of pain. He tried to sit up, and eventually caught her eye. "S-Sango!" he gasped, then fell forward, into her arms unconscious.
"Kagome!" yelled Sango, and found that her friend had been hiding around the corner with Shipou, listening, but hadn't realized he had fainted. They rushed out and Sango helped her carry Miroku inside. Once he was in his bed, Sango began dressing his wounds. "Kagome?"
"Yes Sango?"
"Do you think you could leave me with Miroku? I'd really like to be in here alone when he wakes up." Her friend nodded and left the room. Sango sighed, then laid down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Please, Miroku," she whispered. "Please be okay. For me." She closed her eyes and fell asleep next to him, hoping that this wouldn't be the last time that she did.
He groaned, and tried to sit up, but he felt weight on his shoulder, and the monk realized that Sango had fallen asleep at his side. Miroku smiled at the thought of waking up beside her every morning, but he was sure she wouldn't be too thrilled with the idea. She hadn't returned his feelings before he blacked out, and it made him sad that she really didn't. He looked up at the ceiling, just thinking, when she began to stir. "Hello Sango," he said, and she jumped, immediately sitting up and blushing at being caught lying by him. 'Is she that repelled by me?' he thought sadly.
"I didn't think I'd sleep so long," she said hurriedly, trying to explain herself. "It's just...I was...worried. I didn't know if you would make it or not...and I wanted to be by your side when woke up. I just didn't mean it literally."
"I see." He closed his eyes, accepting defeat.
"I'm glad you're okay, Miroku," she said, wondering why he was acting so sad all of a sudden. 'Well duh, he just lost his only daughter. Of course he's sad,' she thought to herself. "We will get your daughter back," she said, trying to encourage him to smile or something.
"Why are you here, Sango?" he asked looking up at her. She was taken aback by the question.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm awake and breathing. You said you wanted to be here when I woke, but why are you still here?"
"I told you Miroku, I was worried."
"Are you worried now?"
"Yes, I am. You seem really depressed, and it's not like you. I-I would have you smile again..."
He was really confused now. "Smile?"
"Yes. It breaks my heart to see you so hurt and upset. I want you to be happy, like your old self."
"I don't understand. I thought you were repelled by me."
"Wha-where would you get such an idea?" she leaned over so that he looked her in the eye. "Miroku-? Haven't you guessed it yet?"
"Was there something to guess?" he asked a little more bitterly than he meant. "You didn't return my feelings in the forest, or this morning. I thought I already guessed it."
"I didn't return them, because I didn't know how. In the forest, I was felt like I had been betrayed, and I didn't realize that you actually meant the kiss, and when Katura asked me if I loved you, I hesitated because I didn't know how you were going to react. You fainted before I could tell you this morning, and I thought I already had returned them by accepting your offer to take Katura in as my own."
"So...you do love me?"
"Of course Miroku. I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
"So if I tried to kiss you again, you wouldn't slap me?"
She smiled as she leaned down to answer his question.
Kagome walked in just as their lips touched, and she was so surprised that she dropped the bandages she was carrying. Sang pulled back at the clatter, but Miroku put his hand on the side of her face, bring her back to him. Kagome left otherwise unnoticed.
Hehe! You knew that was coming! Okay, R&R! I really need feed back ppl! This is the seventh chapter, and I've only gotten reviews from one person (of whom I am very grateful by the way).
Oh yeah! I almost forgot! I haven't disowned anything yet! Here it goes: I don't own anything already owned by someone else, namely the Inu Yasha series, 'Waiting' by Maren Ord, 'She's Too Fat For Me' by who knows what, or Scripture Mastery, which I think my church owns. If I forgot any thing, sorry, but I don't own that either. kk, ja ne!