I DON'T OWN HIM. NOR WILL I EVER. NO MORE SAYING IT!! ::covers ears with hands and crawls into the fetal position::
Well, this chapter and the next are prolly going to resemble an episode of Inu Yasha... though I honestly don't mean for it too. More so the next one than this one, but anywhoo...on with the story with the really long-ass title for this chapter... -.-'
Oh, and all the Japanese names I come up with on my own come from a website that I found. Don't yell at me if they aren't right. They are according to what the website says!
Joyu: joy
Chapter Sixteen: When Family is There, What Changes in the Heart?
Miroku felt a light weight added to his stomach as he opened his purple eyes. A small girl with a bright smiling face was sitting across his stomach as he lay on his back in the grass. Her brown eyes glittered with happiness. He had seen those eyes before...so many times.
"Now it's your turn to get me!" The girl giggled and tried to get up. Miroku smiled and pulled her down into his arms.
"Oh, no you don't! I already have you." His long fingers danced on her ribcage as the air was filled with wild laughter coming from the small child. Another's laughter reached his ears. He stopped his attack on the helpless child and looked to his left.
An angel. She stood in a white kimono, her dark hair up in its usual ponytail, spilling over each of her shoulders. Her rosy cheeks turned up with a smile as her pearly whites shone through. In her hands was a bouquet of red roses, perfect contrast with the cloth around her. She slowly walked toward the two.
"Joyu, come get your flowers. You need to deliver them to your Aunt Kagome for her birthday. And you haven't said hello to your cousins in a long time." Her voice was like a church choir, a perfect blend: not too low and not too high for his liking.
"Can play with Uncle Inu Yasha's ears?" Hope sounded as Joyu spoke. Her eyes sparkled as she took the roses from her mother. The woman shook her head, the smile growing ever so much bigger. Joyu's bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "I never get to," she mumbled as she wiped the wrinkles out of her lavender kimono. Joyu kissed the cheek of her mother and gave Miroku a bone- crushing hug before darting off into the village.
Miroku stood and walked over to Sango. "You look beautiful," he said, embracing her tightly. She giggled lightly.
"You say that every morning. What makes today any different?"
'I've never seen you like this; I don't remember coming back to Keade's village with you; and something seems different with you; is that a good answer?' "And I mean it every time." Miroku kissed her lightly and took her hand with his cursed hand. He didn't think a thing of it. But she sorrowfully watched as she lifted her hand and his. She placed a light kiss on it.
"Why hasn't it gone away yet? We killed Naraku many years ago," she sighed heavily.
'Naraku's gone?' Miroku examined his hand. He could feel the wind tingling the edges of the kazaana. It burned like it had before. Nothing about it had changed. The cloth seemed a little aged and faded, but the sensations of the kazaana were the same as always. 'Why is this still here...wait... the girl...' he instantly became worried. From the gleam in her chocolate eyes, the shape of her face, and the dark hair that had bounced around her shoulders, he could tell she was his and Sango's. He looked at his wife.
"Has it carried to her? Joyu? Does she have it?" Sango's eyebrows raised in confusion.
"Miroku, you know as well as I do that she doesn't have a kazaana. She hasn't for all her six years. What made you ask?" Miroku's stature increasingly softened.
"Just forgetful, I guess, m'Lady." She playfully smacked him on the arm.
"I thought we said you wouldn't say that anymore?" He chuckled and kissed her.
"As you wish," he whispered. He noticed that Sango's face was still down cast. He put a hand on her cheek. "What troubles you, Sango? It will go away sooner or later. You have nothing to fear." Even as he spoke the words, he felt the doubt rise in him. It greater elevated as Sango spoke.
"Miroku, I wouldn't know what to do if something happened to you. I want to be with you forever, and if something happens, I want to go with you." Tears brimmed her eyes. "I don't want to think like that, but Miroku, I couldn't go on without you! I am so worried that something will keep you from me. I just...want to be with you in life and death." She laid her forehead against his chest.
"No, Sango." He wouldn't let her throw away her life. "You have to be here for Joyu. She needs you. If something should happen to me, you need to live, for her sake if no other reason." Miroku refused to let Sango throw away her life to die with him. She was too good for that kind of fate. If he truly would be swallowed by the kazaana in his hand, then he would make her stay. He would save her from a fate worse than death.
They stood there in each other's arms for a few moments. Miroku felt Sango shiver as Joyu approached. A cool wind had appeared seemingly from nowhere.
"Mom, Dad! Auntie and Uncle say hello! They want you to visit them soon," she announced as she latched onto Sango's white kimono. A sharp pain was sent through Miroku.
Starting just under the gold ring on his middle finger of his right hand, the jolt of hurt traveled quickly through his arm. He stumbled backward, grabbing his right wrist. Joyu clutched to her mother's side as she watched her father. Pain was etched onto his face as he looked up at them.
"Sango..." he breathed painfully. "Get out of here..." It was like dajia vu. They said it; they talked like something would happen, and now he was paying the price. He fell to his knees in the soft green grass, the wind blowing it softly to the left. Sango stood, firmly in place, tears streaming down her face in earth shattering sobs. She screamed his name more than once, calling him back to her. "Sango!" he screamed with every ounce of energy he possessed. "GET OUT OF HERE!!"
In a swift movement, Sango had Joyu in her arms as they ran off, still crying heavily. Miroku's heart shattered as he watched his one true love run away from him. He thought it would have been over when he and Sango started their family. All the shit that involved the kazaana would be over, and he could live happily ever after. But he knew he was only kidding himself. He had tasted pure happiness in that instant he was with Sango and Joyu; he knew it was too much to hope for. But he knew that it could have worked if only the damn kazaana was gone.
The wind blew violently, sending his hair and robes thrashing to the left. Leaves circled around him, whipping across his face and slicing the flesh. His right hand was clenched around the beads, praying and hoping to Buddha that it would cease and disappear. He felt the cloth become looser around his hand. They beads began to crack from the shear wind power. He kept his hand pointed away from his face.
He opened is right hand and placed the palm on the ground as the cloth what ripped to shreds. The force was remarkable. No void was seen, but the immense sucking action was felt as the earth shook beneath him. Miroku felt the flesh around the air void tear and spread. He say the cuts and gashes make their way around his hand, between and around his fingers. Blood poured from them, immediately being pulled into the void.
What had caused this? Why had this happened? A dark, menacing voice answered, saying one sentence, and then disappearing forever. "You doubted whether you would survive to love her."
Doubted? His eyes widened as the cuts in his skin continued up his arm and the pain increased. He didn't think he would live through the battle against Naraku. The battle... it seemed like so many minutes ago, he was just arriving in the castle, ready to save Kagome and kill Naraku. Now, he was dieing by the hellhole in his hand after six years of Naraku's rain of terror ending. That day, as they entered the castle grounds, he didn't think he would live.
The pain in his arm spread through his whole body. His limbs ached, his head spun, and he was losing the battle for his body. The kazaana was spreading and he was powerless to stop it. Every last drop of blood was sucked into the void, and bits of his flesh were beginning to have the same fate. 'There is no way to win against Naraku,' he thought as he let his right arm go numb. Darkness surrounded him.
"I love you, Sango."
END CHAPTER
::sniffle:: poor Miroku. That was terrible... I am such a bad person. I have put everyone in this story through hell. I am a terrible person. ::sniffle::
Inu Face
Well, this chapter and the next are prolly going to resemble an episode of Inu Yasha... though I honestly don't mean for it too. More so the next one than this one, but anywhoo...on with the story with the really long-ass title for this chapter... -.-'
Oh, and all the Japanese names I come up with on my own come from a website that I found. Don't yell at me if they aren't right. They are according to what the website says!
Joyu: joy
Chapter Sixteen: When Family is There, What Changes in the Heart?
Miroku felt a light weight added to his stomach as he opened his purple eyes. A small girl with a bright smiling face was sitting across his stomach as he lay on his back in the grass. Her brown eyes glittered with happiness. He had seen those eyes before...so many times.
"Now it's your turn to get me!" The girl giggled and tried to get up. Miroku smiled and pulled her down into his arms.
"Oh, no you don't! I already have you." His long fingers danced on her ribcage as the air was filled with wild laughter coming from the small child. Another's laughter reached his ears. He stopped his attack on the helpless child and looked to his left.
An angel. She stood in a white kimono, her dark hair up in its usual ponytail, spilling over each of her shoulders. Her rosy cheeks turned up with a smile as her pearly whites shone through. In her hands was a bouquet of red roses, perfect contrast with the cloth around her. She slowly walked toward the two.
"Joyu, come get your flowers. You need to deliver them to your Aunt Kagome for her birthday. And you haven't said hello to your cousins in a long time." Her voice was like a church choir, a perfect blend: not too low and not too high for his liking.
"Can play with Uncle Inu Yasha's ears?" Hope sounded as Joyu spoke. Her eyes sparkled as she took the roses from her mother. The woman shook her head, the smile growing ever so much bigger. Joyu's bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "I never get to," she mumbled as she wiped the wrinkles out of her lavender kimono. Joyu kissed the cheek of her mother and gave Miroku a bone- crushing hug before darting off into the village.
Miroku stood and walked over to Sango. "You look beautiful," he said, embracing her tightly. She giggled lightly.
"You say that every morning. What makes today any different?"
'I've never seen you like this; I don't remember coming back to Keade's village with you; and something seems different with you; is that a good answer?' "And I mean it every time." Miroku kissed her lightly and took her hand with his cursed hand. He didn't think a thing of it. But she sorrowfully watched as she lifted her hand and his. She placed a light kiss on it.
"Why hasn't it gone away yet? We killed Naraku many years ago," she sighed heavily.
'Naraku's gone?' Miroku examined his hand. He could feel the wind tingling the edges of the kazaana. It burned like it had before. Nothing about it had changed. The cloth seemed a little aged and faded, but the sensations of the kazaana were the same as always. 'Why is this still here...wait... the girl...' he instantly became worried. From the gleam in her chocolate eyes, the shape of her face, and the dark hair that had bounced around her shoulders, he could tell she was his and Sango's. He looked at his wife.
"Has it carried to her? Joyu? Does she have it?" Sango's eyebrows raised in confusion.
"Miroku, you know as well as I do that she doesn't have a kazaana. She hasn't for all her six years. What made you ask?" Miroku's stature increasingly softened.
"Just forgetful, I guess, m'Lady." She playfully smacked him on the arm.
"I thought we said you wouldn't say that anymore?" He chuckled and kissed her.
"As you wish," he whispered. He noticed that Sango's face was still down cast. He put a hand on her cheek. "What troubles you, Sango? It will go away sooner or later. You have nothing to fear." Even as he spoke the words, he felt the doubt rise in him. It greater elevated as Sango spoke.
"Miroku, I wouldn't know what to do if something happened to you. I want to be with you forever, and if something happens, I want to go with you." Tears brimmed her eyes. "I don't want to think like that, but Miroku, I couldn't go on without you! I am so worried that something will keep you from me. I just...want to be with you in life and death." She laid her forehead against his chest.
"No, Sango." He wouldn't let her throw away her life. "You have to be here for Joyu. She needs you. If something should happen to me, you need to live, for her sake if no other reason." Miroku refused to let Sango throw away her life to die with him. She was too good for that kind of fate. If he truly would be swallowed by the kazaana in his hand, then he would make her stay. He would save her from a fate worse than death.
They stood there in each other's arms for a few moments. Miroku felt Sango shiver as Joyu approached. A cool wind had appeared seemingly from nowhere.
"Mom, Dad! Auntie and Uncle say hello! They want you to visit them soon," she announced as she latched onto Sango's white kimono. A sharp pain was sent through Miroku.
Starting just under the gold ring on his middle finger of his right hand, the jolt of hurt traveled quickly through his arm. He stumbled backward, grabbing his right wrist. Joyu clutched to her mother's side as she watched her father. Pain was etched onto his face as he looked up at them.
"Sango..." he breathed painfully. "Get out of here..." It was like dajia vu. They said it; they talked like something would happen, and now he was paying the price. He fell to his knees in the soft green grass, the wind blowing it softly to the left. Sango stood, firmly in place, tears streaming down her face in earth shattering sobs. She screamed his name more than once, calling him back to her. "Sango!" he screamed with every ounce of energy he possessed. "GET OUT OF HERE!!"
In a swift movement, Sango had Joyu in her arms as they ran off, still crying heavily. Miroku's heart shattered as he watched his one true love run away from him. He thought it would have been over when he and Sango started their family. All the shit that involved the kazaana would be over, and he could live happily ever after. But he knew he was only kidding himself. He had tasted pure happiness in that instant he was with Sango and Joyu; he knew it was too much to hope for. But he knew that it could have worked if only the damn kazaana was gone.
The wind blew violently, sending his hair and robes thrashing to the left. Leaves circled around him, whipping across his face and slicing the flesh. His right hand was clenched around the beads, praying and hoping to Buddha that it would cease and disappear. He felt the cloth become looser around his hand. They beads began to crack from the shear wind power. He kept his hand pointed away from his face.
He opened is right hand and placed the palm on the ground as the cloth what ripped to shreds. The force was remarkable. No void was seen, but the immense sucking action was felt as the earth shook beneath him. Miroku felt the flesh around the air void tear and spread. He say the cuts and gashes make their way around his hand, between and around his fingers. Blood poured from them, immediately being pulled into the void.
What had caused this? Why had this happened? A dark, menacing voice answered, saying one sentence, and then disappearing forever. "You doubted whether you would survive to love her."
Doubted? His eyes widened as the cuts in his skin continued up his arm and the pain increased. He didn't think he would live through the battle against Naraku. The battle... it seemed like so many minutes ago, he was just arriving in the castle, ready to save Kagome and kill Naraku. Now, he was dieing by the hellhole in his hand after six years of Naraku's rain of terror ending. That day, as they entered the castle grounds, he didn't think he would live.
The pain in his arm spread through his whole body. His limbs ached, his head spun, and he was losing the battle for his body. The kazaana was spreading and he was powerless to stop it. Every last drop of blood was sucked into the void, and bits of his flesh were beginning to have the same fate. 'There is no way to win against Naraku,' he thought as he let his right arm go numb. Darkness surrounded him.
"I love you, Sango."
END CHAPTER
::sniffle:: poor Miroku. That was terrible... I am such a bad person. I have put everyone in this story through hell. I am a terrible person. ::sniffle::
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