Chapter 16: Reflections and Danger Ahead

Yuki sighed as she sat outside under the God tree, looking up at the bright blue sky above her. It had been amazing to hear exactly what was going on. Really she though she would not be waking up in this world but back in her own bed, laughing at the hilarity of the dream that she was having. But, alas, she woke up on a tatami mat with no heat or air conditioning. Yep, her worst nightmare had come true, all the time in the world without electricity.

She was jerked quite surprisingly out of her stupor by none other than Miroku. The monk smiled courteously at her before giving a small bow. "Miss Yuki? How do you fare this morning?" He asked, his small, charming smile still firmly planted on his lips as he sat a few feet from her, keeping a safe distance from her so Sango could say NOTHING about him being perverted with Yuki.

Yuki smiled softly, not exactly used to such proper addressing from the opposite sex. "Oh, hello Miroku, that's your name, right?" she asked, not wanting to get it wrong. He was a hunk after all, her first look at him told him that. He was probably a very nice and charitable man, seeing his status as a houshi, a very incorrect assumption, as she was about to find out.

Miroku smiled, sitting back with his staff in hand. "Well, you got it right the first time, so I'm pretty sure you will not get it wrong the next…" He said with a small chuckle, his dark violet eyes flashing up to her dark green optics. "Well… I saw you out here today, and I thought you'd like to have someone to talk to…" he said, softly scooching a bit closer, his charming smile still in full effect.

Yuki knew what the monk was up to, and she gave him a glare. "Monk… if you even think of touching me there… I swear to god…" She growled in warning to him gently, looking up into those gorgeous violet eyes.

Miroku gave her a soft smile as he smiled. "so… do you go to skool? Like Kagome does?" he asked with a small smile.

Yuki smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I'm one of Kagome's classmates! I've taken a class on your time period, it's a very, very interesting period of history…" She smiled. This part of history was one of her personal favorites, that was true.

Miroku cocked his head, looking interestedly up at her, "hmm… are we ever mentioned in history?" he asked, his eyes holding an earnestness and honesty that he only held in the most serious of situations.

Yuki smiled softly as she watched the white fluffy clouds float languidly above their heads, sighing as she snuggled back into the rough bark of the Goshinboku tree. She gave a small yawn as she looked up. "well… Naraku never made his mark on the history books, sorry about that Miroku…" she looked a bit embarresed about it, looking back into his eyes with a soft smile.

Miroku gave a soft laugh, "Ah well, thought I could have two wives, one in each time, but I guess its not the case…" He finished in a chuckle, looking down at a very interesting anthill. "And I wonder what this would be in 500 years, a giant anthill? The largest in the world? Who knows? You do…" he looked up at her once more, a mischievous, yet searching expression on his face, as though her were trying to feel out exactly how everything had changed between his time and hers.

Yuki giggled softly as she replied, "I'll get back to you on that, okay, Miroku?" She gave the monk another lookover. She couldn't help but ogle at him, and the way he sat let just the slightest bit of his chest appear from below his robes. It was only slightly pale, a few shades short of godly bronze, but that was alright with her, he was just so cute she wished she could have him in her closet so she could talk with him anytime she wanted… "Wait a sec… that's just odd," she thought, the expression of sudden confusion crossing her features quickly, then fleeting back to that usual flirtatious smile. Those eyes, that face, that body… mmm, and the fact that he was a holy man, a man of honor and dignity, was just so much of an attractive package that it basically stunned Yuki into the state of a she-wolf running across an untouched, downed moose. For some reason, she had to have him…

Miroku gave a soft chuckle as he leaned back in the soft grass of the clearing on the hill overlooking the village, also observing the white fluffy objects in the sky. "Such gorgeous weather…" he said in a marveled voice. It was quite different from the rain from yesterday, which the ground still held just barely, making the soil below their bodies still a bit squishy with dampness. He sighed as he added, "You know… I used to think days like this would never come, where I could just lay back and watch the world go by. I was living minute by minute back then, and I never had a chance to just totally relax like this." As he finished his little speech, he lay back totally, his purple robes soaking up a bit of the dampness that still beaded on the thin blades of grass, but he didn't mind it, and simply watched the world pass him by, looking sideways down the hill to the village, watching the villages going along with their lives.

Yuki sighed as she rose, then went to the side of the God tree that was closest to Miroku, taking a well deserved look at the village below them. Her mind was reeling at the thought that this area right here was to be Tokyo, the bustling metropolis in a half millennia. She let her gaze rise to stare off into the distance, finding large, grand mountains that were not farmiliar to her view from Kagome's house. "that's right, it must have been humans, or a great battle or something… maybe even the Americans bombing it that make it look so different… then…" she had almost said "now" but had caught herself, remembering that this was 500 years before she was born. She looked up as Miroku's staff gave a little jingle, and Miroku was looking at her, his staff drawn over his body in a defensive position.

He had looped an arm under her armpit, pulling her to her feet with a yelp of protest, which Miroku quickly silenced as he looked seriously down at her, speaking calmly, "I sense dark auras headed this way… we must get back… there are many of them, fairly weak, but still a formidable force…"

Yuki gave a sideways glance at the monk, letting her mind wander as to what these dark forces were… but didn't let her mind wander too far, so she wouldn't freak herself out. Wait, what was she talking about! She was about to freak out! She gave a soft gasp as she asked hesitantly, "what da…" her sentence was cut off as Miroku caught her up in her arms and began to hightail it back towards camp.

The monk looked around quickly to check his course and situation. They were all still behind them, "good," he thought, "better behind than ahead, I hope we can get organized and help defend the village just in case." No sooner had he thought this when a woman in full black, skin tight armor appeared, falling to a crouch before him. "Sango, there are…" he was cut off by an annoyed snap.

"Miroku, I know… you defend Yuki, Shippo is taking care of Hojou, Eri and Ayame, they are back at Kaede's." She said, looking up at her with her flashing grey eyes. She quickly dashed ahead, taking up a flanking position to Miroku's left.

Miroku nodded, a soft "hmm" of understanding and affirmation crossing him as he set down Yuki, turned and pulled his sutras from his robes. "Demons, they never seem to get it that we can take them… think were pathetic humans." He sighed, looking down at his staff and sutra's, then casually at his right hand. "Buddha, sometimes I actually wish I still had my wind tunnel." He cursed mentally at his former bane and boon. He braced himself, ready for a fight as the swarm of demons broke through the treeline, breaking over them like a massive wave, which Sango immediately cut through. She was methodical and almost a machine when it came to slaying demons. Her Hiraikotsu cut through demons like a hot knife through butter, splitting bone and ripping flesh, poison powder filling the air as she flung a batch out ahead of her, drawing her sword after she had a bad throw, sticking the large weapon into the trunk of a large tree. She continued the slaughter, bringing the blade down on demons big and small, slashing and rending as Miroku barraged the oncoming horde with his sutras, making them make animal screams of pain and anguish before they disappeared in a flash of whitish light.

In twenty minutes, each of which brought new horrors to Yuki's eyes, it was all over, the ground littered with the bodies of the dead and dying demons. Yuki gasped as she saw Sango's arm, it looked as though someone had taken a paint can full of red paint and splashed it all over her right arm. Sango was kneeling, wincing in what Yuki could only imagine was unbelievable pain.

As soon as he saw Sango's wound, Miroku sprang into action, cradling his wife gently in his arms. "Sango, lets get you back to Kaede's, alright?" Miroku said soothingly, cradling her in his arms and pulling her up so he held her, his purple robes getting redder and redder by the minute.

Yuki looked helplessly at the demon slayer and the monk, but then he turned and yelled "get back to Kaede's, quick!" Yuki didn't waste any time, making a beeline for the hut as fast as he legs could carry her.

Sango was getting a bit pale as she gave a feeble nod, then closed her eyes, snuggling into him as he began to run towards Kaede's hut, giving cries for help that brought Shippo bounding up to meet them. "Oh no! Sango! Are you hurt?" he said in his classic "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" voice, his face extremely worried.

Miroku gave an irritated twitch of an eyebrow as he mentally yelled, "what the hell does it look like Shippo? We were playing in the mud? Of course she's hurt!" However, he kept his cool, keeping his face calm as he ran faster. "Tell lady Kaede that Sango need immediate attention, she's bleeding profusely!"

Wow… I guess you can say that I'm back now, cant you? Well, everyone take care for now, I think ill continue this story now until I get it done, I hope to get it done before I start college in September, so toodles for now!