Clash of the swords
Chapter Five: Solitary Desire
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or Sesshoumaru, or anyone from the anime or manga entitled Inuyasha. Rumiko Takahashi owns them for the last time!
Note: I was like, really cold when I wrote this. I just thought you should know. Also, I apologize for the long delay. I will try my best when writing this, don't know how well it'll go, but uh... Go effort!
I was like, cold when I wrote this. I just thought you should know. Also, I apologize for the long delay. I will try my best when writing this, don't know how well it'll go, but uh... Go effort!Last time: Inuyasha's eyes snapped open, and he found himself gazing into leaves of trees. He was perched on top of a tree branch, his weight shifted to one side, for his arm rested on a near branch. His heart beat wildly, his dream so real and vivid.
"I remember..." Inuyasha's mind dug deep in his memories, these were real events, he knew it to be true
The cold push of the wind struck Miroku continuously, his movements turning very stiff. His body had taken a beating from the harsh weather, but he refused to show defeat. He strived to make it to his father's grave, no matter how far it lay. He'd walked for one straight day, his determination strong. He didn't stop, except for...
"Mika. I can't believe I found a pretty woman out here who actually talked to me first, and I left her behind! Baka baka baka." This attitude only slowed the houshi down from his main goal. "Here to see father, not women. Father, not women."
The sky darkened itself to a haunting black, the moon pulling itself into view once more. It's cold glow only made the houshi more uncomfortable with his situation.
"I guess I should make camp..." Miroku stopped abruptly to examine the area. "Stupid Hachi, why couldn't he just take me to father's grave? This is ridiculous." The monk sat himself against a tree, and peered up into the moonlight. He pulled his staff behind his arms, so it rested against his chest. He hesitantly lowered his eyelids, until his eyes came to a close, and his vision was black. His thoughts were first uneasy, and about what he'd seen before he'd settled himself beside a random tree, but then softened into thoughts of him groping women. And of course... there was Sango!
"What're you doing, houshi-sama!" The slayer pressed her hands on her hips, and looked irritably at the houshi. Her long hair seemed to shimmer a bright brown in comparison to her complexion. Her beauty was undiminished even from her fury.
"I was merely talking to these wonderful maidens." Miroku nodded, already sensing what would occur next.
SMACK.
Yeah, the was pretty obvious. A red hand mark was implanted on the monk's face, clearly visible. This was not any different from any other day with Sango though, she was clearly the jealous type.
The monk opened his eyes, the last slap he'd received across the face tingling on his cheek, a reminder of what a lech he was. He simply smiled, before dozing off into a dream.
The monk sat on a hill of green, trees bristling around him. The wind was strong, but the weather was warm, comforting. The pair of feet made their way towards him, their arrival quite noisy.
The monk looked up to come face to face with Sango, the woman he loved, yet feared.
"Hello, houshi-sama." Sango smiled pleasantly, sitting herself beside the violet-eyed monk. She glanced at him, her smile calming.
"What brings you here?" Miroku asked. The girl merely shrugged, her hair folding from her shoulders down her back. The slayer leaned herself against the houshi, her body warm to the touch. "Sango..." Miroku's hand struggled, with whether or not to grope her butt.
"Houshi-sama, I miss you when you're not here."
"I miss you too." The temptation was too much, his hand couldn't restrain itself. His hand slid to Sango's bottom, rubbing it gently.
"Houshi-sama!" The slayer said, her voice growing rougher. He eyed the girl, wondering her thoughts. Before he knew it, he pressed his lips on hers. To his surprise, Sango merely returned the gentle kiss, folding her hands around Miroku's neck. (Hey, this is a dream!)
"Miroku-sama? Sango-chan?" Miroku's eyes darted to see a youthful school girl towering over the two. "What're you doing?"
"Isn't that much obvious?" The monk raised an eyebrow, the miko wasn't showing much intelligence. Kagome lowered herself beside the two, just watching them kiss.
The monk pulled the slayer closer, their bodies melting into each other. Sango's hands sunk deeper into his neck, the warmth between them increasing. Miroku didn't even care the Kagome was awkwardly sitting right there watching them, this was the response from Sango he'd wanted for some time.
"So.." Kagome piped up, acting as if she were engaged in some regular conversation.
"Sango?" The slayer was gone, out of sight. She disappeared from Miroku's grasp. "Where'd she go?"
"Who?" Kagome said, her eyes darting from the sky to Miroku.
"Sango."
"Oh, I don't know." The monk pushed himself beside the school girl, eyeing her suspiciously. "What?" The miko asked innocently.
"Why are you just watching Sango and I kiss? Usually you'd watch from a bush... oh wait, that's when Sango and I watch you and Inuyasha..." The school girl turned from the monk, resting her head on her knees. There was a long pause. "Something wrong, Kagome-sama?"
"Why're you talking about Inuyasha?"
"Uh... something wrong with that?" Miroku questioned. She chose not to answer immediately, for tears of sadness had sprung from her eyes, and drifted down her cheeks.
"He left me." Miroku raised a brow. Left could mean many things. Left to get something, left with Kikyou, died, left and right... "He ran off, and I'm so worried." Left to get something, or died.
"Don't worry, Kagome." Miroku said, wrapping an arm around the sobbing miko. Unfortunately, Kagome didn't get the hint Miroku was not trying to comfort her, he was trying to see if she'd let him touch her. Next the hand...
"Hentai!" She screamed, smacking the houshi.
"Oh please," He folded his arms over his chest, and looked away. When he turned back, the school girl was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Miroku-sama, I just need someone to talk to, everyone is gone..." Kagome sobbed, before disappearing right before the monk's eyes.
"Ka-Kagome-sama? Oh no, Inuyasha's going to kill me!"
"Miroku-sama." an unfamiliar voice sprouted from behind him. The monk's head snapped back to see a fair woman standing over him. The monk's jaw dropped open. "I miss you... I love you." She smiled.
Miroku's eyes snapped open. Perhaps to first parts of his dream with Kagome and Sango were just fun and games, but this was real. "She's... nearby, isn't she?"
"Who is it, Sesshoumaru-sama?" The girl questioned. Her heart was beating wildly, for she knew the inu youkai's patience with her was almost up. Sesshoumaru did not look at her, but simply stared off into the sky. "Who... died...?"
"A woman." He started back to where Jaken was resting, before Rin pulled his hand into hers.
"Please, tell me." Sesshoumaru's eyes fell on her for an uncomfortable moment, though he quickly looked away, yanking his hand from her grasp.
"Don't ask me such foolish things." He said roughly. Sesshoumaru made his way towards Ah-un and Jaken, kicking the small toad harshly.
'Sesshoumaru-sama...'
The toad bolted up, his eyes darting to face Sesshoumaru eye to eye.
"Ready to leave, m'lord?" He tapped his nintoujou on the dirt, as if to symbolize he was alert. He walked away from the youkai Ah-un, and looked at the young girl standing off in the distance. "Well, come on Rin! You don't want to keep Sesshoumaru-sama waiting!" Rin nodded jogging towards her two companions.
The rest of the day was spent with Rin and Jaken trying to keep up with Sesshoumaru, who seemed to be walking at an incredible speed.
"Sesshoumaru-sama!" The girl and toad squeaked in unison. "Please wait!" No reply.
"Sesshoumaru-sama, we've been walking all day. I don't see your motivation here, but you've just kept walking and, we need to sit down. For... she is a human girl who needs rest!" Rin nodded. The inu youkai merely stopped in his tracks, faced the toad, shot him a death glare, then continued on his way.
"Sesshoumaru-sama." Rin whined, her feet in excruciating pain.
"Fine. We'll stop for the night." Jaken's face was taken by relief. He settled himself beside a tree, Rin likewise. The two conversed about things that really didn't matter for a time, while Sesshoumaru sat quietly on a near rock, facing into a river. He peered down at his reflection, no emotion displayed on his face.
The night grew colder, the sky would have appeared pitch black, had the moon not projected its astonishing light so brightly. Crickets sang nearby, their voices quite audible amongst all the silence. Rin and Jaken had already set themselves to sleep, or 'rest their eyes' as Jaken had titled it.
Sesshoumaru remained still on the rock he'd grown quite fond of sitting on for the night. The moon shimmered brightly on the water's surface, its reflection peering right back up to it.
'Sesshoumaru!' The woman smiled cheerfully at the youkai, while trying balance several things between her arms. "Where are you headed?" Sesshoumaru merely eyed the woman, his mouth remaining shut. The woman looked exhausted, her hair in knots that were quite visible.
"None of your concern." The youkai replied coldly.
His eyes widened, his thoughts quite vivid. He glanced down at his reflection, to see himself staring right back up.
"Please!" A shout came from behind Sesshoumaru, but he did not turn around. "Please Sesshoumaru! Help me! PLEASE!"
Buckets fell to the ground, gallons of water leaking into the earth. The trickle of the liquid was loud, but faded in the distance as unfamiliar youkai's roars overcame all else.
"Pitiful." His noise merely twitched at the smell of blood.
Sesshoumaru peered at his reflection once more, before shooting a glance at Rin. The girl slept quietly against a tree, her expression calm.
"Pitiful." He said, staring back at his reflection.
He shot up to see a tree branch race towards his forehead, the impact leaving a red mark of pain. He merely wiped his hand over his head, then shot his eyes back and forth, to see dark shades of green all around. Beads of sweat dripped down his temple, his heart racing.
"Another dream..." He shifted his weight uncomfortably, only to feel one side of his body drop off the branch he was perched on. He let out a shout, as he landed on another branch below him. He winced in pain, but after a time, he began to relax. Remembering where he was, the hanyou began to loosen up. His thoughts focused more on his memories, rather then his surroundings. The first figure that shot into his mind was Sesshoumaru, his could eyes shooting right through the half-demon. Inuyasha shook his head, as if to make the thought flee from his mind. Thinking about his brother would only make the demi-demon more pissed off then he already was.
"Kagome," The word was soothing to his mind, the smile he was so fond of seeing implanted right on Kagome's face, right there in front of him. She looked at him happily, but her happiness never lasted long, for it fell into a frown.
'Inuyasha, you love Kikyou more then me.'
"Damn it! No matter what I think of it always just pisses me off. I'm tired of my screwed up asshole brother, I'm tired of Kagome always being pissed at me, I'm tired of having to choose between Kikyou and Kagome, I'm tired of being sat!... I'm tired of everything!" Inuyasha's fist quickly met with the tree branch, the impact quite heavy, causing the branch to snap. "Dammit, I'm tired of the feeble tree breaking every few seconds!"
I can't write anymore, I planned to write something about Miroku here, but I am sooo tired. Okay, not that tired, but I have school, so I'm sure you all (my like 3 reviewers,) will understand. I'm sorry for the long delay, and I'm sorry the chap is short. Also, sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors, my spell check sucks a lot of poop. But I'm always sorry about something, ne? R&R Please and thank you.