Note: I do not own Inu, wow that was a shocker. Hey all. School has started so there won't be much time for writing, but I'll make time. Also 1984, any thoughts? Now I'm all paranoid like...
"Alright then." Miroku was ready to begin. Ki lala watched him carefully as he took a seat close by Sango. 'Good Luck monk, just bring her back.' She whispered to him in a hushed tone. He nodded a silent agreement. He didn't know who knew about Ki lala's special 'talent' he didn't want to be the one who told them. It would be hard enough getting on the demon cat's good side again, if he was even on it to begin with.
The ritual was starting. Easing into a cross legged position with his staff draped over his lap, silently going deep in his own mind. He had to find the core of his thoughts or else he wouldn't have the power to go into Sango's.
This turned out harder than originally expected. 'Damn it.' Miroku cursed to himself. He knew exactly why this was so difficult. His emotions were so baffled lately it was hard to see or think strait. The effects of his own mind tap were starting to take effect. It was getting harder and harder to feel the energy.
'No! I can't fail.' There was no room for error. Nothing could go wrong at this point or all hope would be gone for Sango, and himself.
'I have to find it' Miroku angrily yelled to himself. Blindly searching worked in theory but was useless now. He realized the problem, now it was time to find a new solution.
The monk inhaled a deep breath inward, when suddenly he felt a warm sensation growing from the pit of his stomach. 'What is this?' Instinct quickly took over forcing Miroku to take a single step forward.
A blinding light overwhelmed Miroku. Blinking a few times he thought quietly 'I can see.' He was now hovering over his own body. His body was tense with deep concentration. 'Is that what I really look like?' Looking his body over again. "Man this sucks!' 'Wait oh yeah Sango...Sango!' There was no time to waste. Immediately his spirit dove into Sango's body.
'OW!' Miroku landed on the ground with a giant thud. 'No!' He couldn't of just failed his mission. What did I do wrong? With a giant heave he managed to get into a kneeling position. But after he took a good look around him and realized that he wasn't back in the hut.
He was in...a Village? It was truly beautiful. This village was on top of a mountain, with tall majestic houses. Little children were running around play fighting with one another. 'This place is so familiar. Have I been here before?'
Standing up Miroku started walking around taking in all the sights. While looking around he accidentally bumped into an old woman sweeping his pathway. "I'm sorry Mrs..."
The old woman just kept sweeping without noticing he was there. "Lady?" he tried saying again. She still didn't notice the presence of anyone but herself. 'Very peculiar.'
Walking a little further he decided to test his presence. He approached a wash bucket and dipped his hand into the water. Though he could feel the sensation of water flowing over his hand, the water just sat in the basin undisturbed.
Not knowing this place was bothering the monk very much. He walked around a little more and just tried to remember when he had been here, if he had ever been here. While pondering his thoughts he heard a deep sobbing. Which again sounded familiar yet not at the same time. 'Who could be causing that noise, and once again why aren't the villagers noticing it?'
Miroku discovered the source of the crying. A woman was tied up to a wooden beam of one of the houses. It took a moment but it hit him. It was Sango! He found her!
2nd note: Sorry this was so boring, but it sets up for an interesting next chapter. Hope you enjoy!