Act IV: "Asleep In My Arms"
(Scene: The Feudal Era, A voluptuous vacant field)
Miroku slowly opened one eye and looked around, the sun bouncing off his staff and into his face. The quiet chirping of birds as soft footsteps approched caught hs attention. He closed his eyes again, he didn't need to see, he knew who it was.
"So this is where you've been hiding out." Sango said sitting down next to him. Kielala jumped up onto her lap and nuzzled against her warm body. "Quite a beautiful area."
The forest surrounding cast shade from all directions save the patch Miroku and Sango sat in. A young cherry blossom grew in the center, the one they leaned against, while breathtaking flowers of countless colors stood in bloom all around.
"Where's Chippou?" Miroku asked as a wisp of wind cast over his face.
"He's at Kaiede's, sleeping." Sango replied stroking her fingers through the warm fur once more. "I can't believe Inu-Yasha went with Kagome."
"It's the only explaination for his disappearance. At least we won't have to deal with his worry and denial routine." A brisk breeze rustled the delicate petals above as he looked over. "It's the first time in a long time either of us has gotten to relax, and I intend to enjoy every moment of it."
'He's right.' Sango thought stroking Kielala 'We deserve a break for once. We fight on without rest, now we can just relax for a while without Kagome or Inu-Yasha's problems.' She leaned back and shut her eyes alloing her mind to phase everything out.
There was a 'twang' from aside, then another, but not of a bow. Sango looked over to see Miroku tuning some sort of odd, long stringed instrument. "What is that?"
Miroku strummed his fingers over the strings letting out a gorgous, rich sound. "This," he said strumming again "was my father's, he taught me how to play it before he passed. I've practiced for a long time." A high pitched whistle floated over the hills as Miroku turned to Sango. "A flute?" he questioned observing the silver piped instrument.
"Is it alright if I play with you?" she asked brightly. Miroku nodded and they began to play.
The lyrical melody floated through the woods and crept into the village nearby for all to hear. The almost haunting music made all stop to listen for a moment, no one could resist it's charm. They played for some time never ceasing to rest, then Sango stopped, and quickly followed Miroku.
"Miroku." She said turning to him, a slight chuckle in her voice "You've been humming something this whole time, why don't you just sing it?"
"Well, I don't know." Miroku said blushing hotly "It's not very good, and I don't like singing in public and all..."
"Please Miroku." She said batting her eyelashes knowing he would quickly give in. "Sing... if not for yourself, then for me."
Miroku sighed, then nodded slowly. 'Wow.' Sango thought preparing her flute. 'Kagome was right, that really has some pull with the boys.'
The two prepared themselves, then, as if directed by some unseen conductor, began to play again. For a moment Sango though Miroku was going to back out, but then, to her surprise, he began. His voice seemed to change, silky, yet rugged, as if the words were being carried by sacred souls.
Asleep In My Arms
By Scott "DarkArtimis" Dunn / Miroku
(It really was a joint effort.)
So many times before,
I'd look upon your eyes,
And you'd see the boundless love
That I've sent you.
And so many times before,
I'd look upon your soul'
And see the boundless love
You've hid from me.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll defend you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll protect you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll care for you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll love you always.
My heart quickens, whenever you're around
My resolve thickens, whenever you're near,
I can't breathe, whenever we touch,
When you're near, I never need to fear.
An endless hole in my soul grows,
I watch me life as it slows,
The seeds of my life are sewn,
And all I see is you.
Asleep in me arms,
I'll defend you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll protect you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll die for you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll love you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll always love you...
The sweet sounds died down, and Miroku nodded silently once more. He rested his instrument in the grass and sat back against the tree.
Keilala purred softly in Sango's lap as she rest asleep. A drop of water fell on her head waking her abruptly. 'Rain? No...'
"That was a beautiful song Miroku." Sango said wiping the tears from her eyes with her kimono. 'My god...' she thought 'I never knew he was so...' "It was absolutely beautiful." She repeated.
Miroku glance towards Sango, still crying to herself. "Thank-you." He said softly "My life's work made just for you." 'And only you.'
Sango continued to wipe her eyes as Keilala looked at her in a sort of surprise. 'That song...' she thought still crying 'That beautiful song...' "Miroku?" Sango whispered as he turned back to her "Do you...love me?"
Miroku leaned over and kissed Sango gently on the forehead, then laid her head against his chest. He looed into the sky, breathed deeply, then shut his eyes.
"Sango. I have made love to many women, and I must admit, at first I wished to do the same to you. I did because I wish to have an offspring in the event I die before I destroy Naraku whether by enemy, or consumed by my own wind tunnel. But I no longer think that, I believe differently. That Naraku could be beaten in our time, because of you. I believe now, because you gave me hope."
He wrapped his arms around tightly and held Sango as close as he could. "Oh, Miroku..." she whisped, her eyes full of tears.
"I may have made love to many women Sango, but I have never loved a woman until now."
Sango closed her eyes and allowed her tears to roll freely. She focused and relaxed to the beat of Miroku's heart. The slow beat held her close, so close, until she fell asleep.
It's me, it's me, it's Artie to the 'D'
So, honestly tell me, what do you think of the song? It's suppost to be sung to something like a cross-breed (No pun Inu-Yasha) of "In Too Deep" and "Somewhere I Belong", maybe sung by "Metallica" or "Linkin Park", a real romance, but with rock in it. Anywho, reply if you thought it was good, and if you've got any specific questions or comments, e-mail me as always at DarkArtimishotmail.com and I'll respond A.S.A.P.
Enough of my crap though, here's the preview for next time.
Back in Kagome's world, Inu-Yasha spent all night modenizing himself via the tv. After a discussion on destroying her personal property, Kagome and Inu-Yasha relax by playing a fun game of... 'Twister'?
I guess an old demon can learn some new tricks, shown in: Act V: Twister.
Trust me, it's in 'interesting' chapter (No you pervert! Not like that!). So come on back anytime to read more of: Inu-Yasha's Totally Excellent Adventure.
May the ink flow in your favor...
DarkArtimis
(Scene: The Feudal Era, A voluptuous vacant field)
Miroku slowly opened one eye and looked around, the sun bouncing off his staff and into his face. The quiet chirping of birds as soft footsteps approched caught hs attention. He closed his eyes again, he didn't need to see, he knew who it was.
"So this is where you've been hiding out." Sango said sitting down next to him. Kielala jumped up onto her lap and nuzzled against her warm body. "Quite a beautiful area."
The forest surrounding cast shade from all directions save the patch Miroku and Sango sat in. A young cherry blossom grew in the center, the one they leaned against, while breathtaking flowers of countless colors stood in bloom all around.
"Where's Chippou?" Miroku asked as a wisp of wind cast over his face.
"He's at Kaiede's, sleeping." Sango replied stroking her fingers through the warm fur once more. "I can't believe Inu-Yasha went with Kagome."
"It's the only explaination for his disappearance. At least we won't have to deal with his worry and denial routine." A brisk breeze rustled the delicate petals above as he looked over. "It's the first time in a long time either of us has gotten to relax, and I intend to enjoy every moment of it."
'He's right.' Sango thought stroking Kielala 'We deserve a break for once. We fight on without rest, now we can just relax for a while without Kagome or Inu-Yasha's problems.' She leaned back and shut her eyes alloing her mind to phase everything out.
There was a 'twang' from aside, then another, but not of a bow. Sango looked over to see Miroku tuning some sort of odd, long stringed instrument. "What is that?"
Miroku strummed his fingers over the strings letting out a gorgous, rich sound. "This," he said strumming again "was my father's, he taught me how to play it before he passed. I've practiced for a long time." A high pitched whistle floated over the hills as Miroku turned to Sango. "A flute?" he questioned observing the silver piped instrument.
"Is it alright if I play with you?" she asked brightly. Miroku nodded and they began to play.
The lyrical melody floated through the woods and crept into the village nearby for all to hear. The almost haunting music made all stop to listen for a moment, no one could resist it's charm. They played for some time never ceasing to rest, then Sango stopped, and quickly followed Miroku.
"Miroku." She said turning to him, a slight chuckle in her voice "You've been humming something this whole time, why don't you just sing it?"
"Well, I don't know." Miroku said blushing hotly "It's not very good, and I don't like singing in public and all..."
"Please Miroku." She said batting her eyelashes knowing he would quickly give in. "Sing... if not for yourself, then for me."
Miroku sighed, then nodded slowly. 'Wow.' Sango thought preparing her flute. 'Kagome was right, that really has some pull with the boys.'
The two prepared themselves, then, as if directed by some unseen conductor, began to play again. For a moment Sango though Miroku was going to back out, but then, to her surprise, he began. His voice seemed to change, silky, yet rugged, as if the words were being carried by sacred souls.
Asleep In My Arms
By Scott "DarkArtimis" Dunn / Miroku
(It really was a joint effort.)
So many times before,
I'd look upon your eyes,
And you'd see the boundless love
That I've sent you.
And so many times before,
I'd look upon your soul'
And see the boundless love
You've hid from me.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll defend you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll protect you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll care for you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll love you always.
My heart quickens, whenever you're around
My resolve thickens, whenever you're near,
I can't breathe, whenever we touch,
When you're near, I never need to fear.
An endless hole in my soul grows,
I watch me life as it slows,
The seeds of my life are sewn,
And all I see is you.
Asleep in me arms,
I'll defend you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll protect you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll die for you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll love you.
Asleep in my arms,
I'll always love you...
The sweet sounds died down, and Miroku nodded silently once more. He rested his instrument in the grass and sat back against the tree.
Keilala purred softly in Sango's lap as she rest asleep. A drop of water fell on her head waking her abruptly. 'Rain? No...'
"That was a beautiful song Miroku." Sango said wiping the tears from her eyes with her kimono. 'My god...' she thought 'I never knew he was so...' "It was absolutely beautiful." She repeated.
Miroku glance towards Sango, still crying to herself. "Thank-you." He said softly "My life's work made just for you." 'And only you.'
Sango continued to wipe her eyes as Keilala looked at her in a sort of surprise. 'That song...' she thought still crying 'That beautiful song...' "Miroku?" Sango whispered as he turned back to her "Do you...love me?"
Miroku leaned over and kissed Sango gently on the forehead, then laid her head against his chest. He looed into the sky, breathed deeply, then shut his eyes.
"Sango. I have made love to many women, and I must admit, at first I wished to do the same to you. I did because I wish to have an offspring in the event I die before I destroy Naraku whether by enemy, or consumed by my own wind tunnel. But I no longer think that, I believe differently. That Naraku could be beaten in our time, because of you. I believe now, because you gave me hope."
He wrapped his arms around tightly and held Sango as close as he could. "Oh, Miroku..." she whisped, her eyes full of tears.
"I may have made love to many women Sango, but I have never loved a woman until now."
Sango closed her eyes and allowed her tears to roll freely. She focused and relaxed to the beat of Miroku's heart. The slow beat held her close, so close, until she fell asleep.
It's me, it's me, it's Artie to the 'D'
So, honestly tell me, what do you think of the song? It's suppost to be sung to something like a cross-breed (No pun Inu-Yasha) of "In Too Deep" and "Somewhere I Belong", maybe sung by "Metallica" or "Linkin Park", a real romance, but with rock in it. Anywho, reply if you thought it was good, and if you've got any specific questions or comments, e-mail me as always at DarkArtimishotmail.com and I'll respond A.S.A.P.
Enough of my crap though, here's the preview for next time.
Back in Kagome's world, Inu-Yasha spent all night modenizing himself via the tv. After a discussion on destroying her personal property, Kagome and Inu-Yasha relax by playing a fun game of... 'Twister'?
I guess an old demon can learn some new tricks, shown in: Act V: Twister.
Trust me, it's in 'interesting' chapter (No you pervert! Not like that!). So come on back anytime to read more of: Inu-Yasha's Totally Excellent Adventure.
May the ink flow in your favor...
DarkArtimis