>>Hello, everyone! I'm so glad you're reading this story, as it is currently my favorite (and longest). Please send me a review!
>>I'd like to thank Kat Morning for the setting of my story, which is based on the alternate universe of her inu fanfic "Blood Ties."
>>Disclaimer: I do not own Miroku, Sesshomeru, Rin, or any other Inuyasha characters. They are owned by their author/creator, Rumiko Takahashi.
Chapter 5: Apologize
"Go away, Miroku, I'm trying to study for my exams. And would you stop pacing, puh-leeze." Kagome was very annoyed at her older brother, who had been acting weird all evening. Miroku scowled and moved his pacing into the kitchen, where his grandfather was slurping miso soup.
"Miroku, my boy, have I ever told you the history of miso? It comes from ancient--
"I'm not in the mood, gramps," Miroku cut him off.
"Oh? Then perhaps you'd like to tell me what it is that's bothering you? Not that you need to; at your age, it can only be one thing: girl trouble.
Miroku stopped pacing and stared up at the ceiling. "Am I that obvious?
"Yup. Only two things that can torment a man that much: girl trouble or constipation. Have you had some prunes?
Miroku started to storm out of the kitchen.
"One last thing, Miroku.
"What?
Miroku's grandfather looked at him with eyes that were suddenly clear and cunning. "Apologize to her. I've known women longer than you, boy, and if there's anything I've learned, it's apologize. Doesn't matter whose fault it was, just say you're sorry before she walks out of your life forever. Eh?
Miroku finished storming out of the kitchen, sourly noting that this girl was very unlikely to walk away. Getting dragged away in a body bag was more her style. Damn her stubbornness! Couldn't she see that she wasn't the only one hurting?
Miroku's mother was paying bills in the living room when he stalked in and threw himself down on the couch. "Honey?" She asked, "What's the matter?
"Nothing, mom.
She snorted. "I'm sure. You had a fight with your girlfriend. Don't give me that look, young man. You've been talking on your phone all evening, but every time you get a call you get more and more upset.
"Yeah, we had a fight. She flew off the handle and started ragging on me because I had a family and a life outside of-- I mean, Ôcause my life wasn't all about her.
"And?
"And what? It was her fault.
"Any idea why? Is it that time of the month?
Miroku thought, "No, mom, at Ôthat time of the month,' she goes on 12-hour vampire-killing sprees and eats ice cream by the pint and swears that having kids can't be worth monthly cramps. What she doesn't do is go off on suicide missions and attack people who care about her." Miroku closed his eyes.
His mother shrugged. "Maybe she's feeling lonely.
Miroku felt a devastating pang of guilt. Yeah, she was lonely. Probably afraid of dying, too, but she doesn't know how to do anything but fight. "I should be with her.
"I think you've figured out the solution." His mother smiled. "From what you've told me about her, she's a strong girl, but she probably has trouble asking for what she needs. If she's pushing you away, she needs you more than ever." She mock-scowled. "So what are you waiting for, young man? Get out of here; I don't want you to come back until you've told her you're sorry!
"Yes, mother dearest. Right away, mother dearest.
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Miroku pressed his hand against Kura's door. The warding spell glowed softly and disarmed. Miroku used the apartment's spare key, guessing that she might refuse to let him in if he knocked. "Kura? Are you home?" No, of course not. She was undoubtedly out decimating the vampire population of the city. He supposed it was at least as effective as punching a pillow for pent-up anger, although he himself tried to be calm and in control when he fought: the spiritual powers were more effective when controlled.
He found her cell phone on the counter; that was a bad sign. She only left that behind when she didn't want to be found. "Fine. I can wait." He sat down on the sofa, the same old one she had fallen asleep on the night they met. "Please, Kura, come home.
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At 5:30 AM, when the gray sky was lightening with dawn's approach, Miroku finally fell asleep holding one of Kura's sweaters.
>>I'd like to thank Kat Morning for the setting of my story, which is based on the alternate universe of her inu fanfic "Blood Ties."
>>Disclaimer: I do not own Miroku, Sesshomeru, Rin, or any other Inuyasha characters. They are owned by their author/creator, Rumiko Takahashi.
Chapter 5: Apologize
"Go away, Miroku, I'm trying to study for my exams. And would you stop pacing, puh-leeze." Kagome was very annoyed at her older brother, who had been acting weird all evening. Miroku scowled and moved his pacing into the kitchen, where his grandfather was slurping miso soup.
"Miroku, my boy, have I ever told you the history of miso? It comes from ancient--
"I'm not in the mood, gramps," Miroku cut him off.
"Oh? Then perhaps you'd like to tell me what it is that's bothering you? Not that you need to; at your age, it can only be one thing: girl trouble.
Miroku stopped pacing and stared up at the ceiling. "Am I that obvious?
"Yup. Only two things that can torment a man that much: girl trouble or constipation. Have you had some prunes?
Miroku started to storm out of the kitchen.
"One last thing, Miroku.
"What?
Miroku's grandfather looked at him with eyes that were suddenly clear and cunning. "Apologize to her. I've known women longer than you, boy, and if there's anything I've learned, it's apologize. Doesn't matter whose fault it was, just say you're sorry before she walks out of your life forever. Eh?
Miroku finished storming out of the kitchen, sourly noting that this girl was very unlikely to walk away. Getting dragged away in a body bag was more her style. Damn her stubbornness! Couldn't she see that she wasn't the only one hurting?
Miroku's mother was paying bills in the living room when he stalked in and threw himself down on the couch. "Honey?" She asked, "What's the matter?
"Nothing, mom.
She snorted. "I'm sure. You had a fight with your girlfriend. Don't give me that look, young man. You've been talking on your phone all evening, but every time you get a call you get more and more upset.
"Yeah, we had a fight. She flew off the handle and started ragging on me because I had a family and a life outside of-- I mean, Ôcause my life wasn't all about her.
"And?
"And what? It was her fault.
"Any idea why? Is it that time of the month?
Miroku thought, "No, mom, at Ôthat time of the month,' she goes on 12-hour vampire-killing sprees and eats ice cream by the pint and swears that having kids can't be worth monthly cramps. What she doesn't do is go off on suicide missions and attack people who care about her." Miroku closed his eyes.
His mother shrugged. "Maybe she's feeling lonely.
Miroku felt a devastating pang of guilt. Yeah, she was lonely. Probably afraid of dying, too, but she doesn't know how to do anything but fight. "I should be with her.
"I think you've figured out the solution." His mother smiled. "From what you've told me about her, she's a strong girl, but she probably has trouble asking for what she needs. If she's pushing you away, she needs you more than ever." She mock-scowled. "So what are you waiting for, young man? Get out of here; I don't want you to come back until you've told her you're sorry!
"Yes, mother dearest. Right away, mother dearest.
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Miroku pressed his hand against Kura's door. The warding spell glowed softly and disarmed. Miroku used the apartment's spare key, guessing that she might refuse to let him in if he knocked. "Kura? Are you home?" No, of course not. She was undoubtedly out decimating the vampire population of the city. He supposed it was at least as effective as punching a pillow for pent-up anger, although he himself tried to be calm and in control when he fought: the spiritual powers were more effective when controlled.
He found her cell phone on the counter; that was a bad sign. She only left that behind when she didn't want to be found. "Fine. I can wait." He sat down on the sofa, the same old one she had fallen asleep on the night they met. "Please, Kura, come home.
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At 5:30 AM, when the gray sky was lightening with dawn's approach, Miroku finally fell asleep holding one of Kura's sweaters.