Chapter 1: Paradise of the Wind tunnel
Summary:
Miroku gets sucked into his wind tunnel as had been anticipated. But- what's this? A paradise full of beautiful women, all wanting to bear Miroku's children? He spends alot of time thinking of Sango and the others, although he would have enjoyed such beautiful women before. When he met Sango he had fallen in love with her and her alone. He must now seek out a way to get back to the real world, to rejoin Sango and proclaim his love to her, but it would seem that the women of his so called paradise have other things in mind for him.
A/N I was actually watching Inuyasha when this idea hit me. I hope that I write it well- I'm really trying to do so this time... heh... sweat drops Not that I didn't ever try and write good chapters, but I don't think that I ever gave 100 of my effort, you know? Anyway, I hope that you enjoy the story.
Miroku awoke in the middle of the night with a terrible pain in his right hand. Instantly he pulled away the prayer beads and the flaps of his purple robes to reveal a strange vortex within the center ofit's palm. "The wind tunnel..." He murmured to himself, squeezing his eyes shut in agony, "I-it's acting up!"
Hurriedly he stumbled to his feet and moved away from his friends and the encampment. "It can't be!" He said, "It's too soon!"
His feet moved slowly and awkwardly, "Where do you think you're going?" Inuyasha's voice startled him from behind and he turned a weary gaze upon the golden-eyed Hanyou.
"Inuyasha." Miroku pleaded, "Tell Sango- Ahh!" The pain had worsened and Miroku could feel the sweat pouring off of his face in miniature rivers.
"Miroku, what's wrong?" Strangely he could hear concern in Inuyasha's voice.
"The wind tunnel!" Miroku's violet eyes slipped to Sango's sleepig form. Kirara lay near her mistress, deep within sleep.
He could feel tears spilling over his cheeks at the thought of Sango- he would never again be able to peer at her awing beauty. Her trim form, shown all the better within her demon slayer uniform. She slept on, unknowing that her houshi would soon be sucked into his cursed wind tunnel. Inuyasha's eyes had widened considerably and he took a step towards Miroku, "So soon?" He questioned, "but I thought that it would be years from now?"
"It must have been the last battle Inuyasha, my hand was cut by a demon that I was fighting, even then I found my hand to feel a little strange. The cut made the tunnel larger than it had been before, and now... now I'm going to be sucked into it's horrid debths whether I wish to or not." Miroku let out another exclamation of pain.
"What's going on?" Shippo's voice called sleepily, he looked between Inuyasha and Miroku before he was able to register the conversation that had awoken him to begin with, "Miroku's gonna get sucked into his wind tunnel!" He cried out loudly and with some fright.
The young fox kit was pulled into the air by his small, yet fluffy, tail by Inuyasha, "You just had to shout it didn't you?" He said in exasperation as both women and Kirara awoke with a start.
The tension in the air was warning enough, Sango's tired eyes fixated themselves on a very pained Miroku and instantly she pulled herself to her feet, tears welling up in her brown eyes. "Houshi-sama?" She whispered hoarsely.
Miroku nodded, pained as Kagome, too, pulled herself to her feet. "No," She murmured, "it's far to soon!"
Miroku grinned grimly, "Sango I lo-" He screamed in agony then, as his body was pulled visciously into the debths of his wind tunnel. The forest, dark with late evening, grew silent, not even the crickets were to be heard as a solemn sorrow filled the land.
'No...' he thought, 'it can't be... Sango, Sango!'
The sound of giggling brought him gradually to his senses, "Sh! He's waking up!" A soft, feminine voice purred.
"What- what's going on?" Miroku asked groggily, "Where am I?"
"The paradise of the Wind Tunnel of course!" Another of the girls giggled as though it had been a stupid question- as though he should have known about this 'paradise'.
"The- paradise of the wind tunnel?" Miroku asked stupidly, pulling himself into a sitting position to get a better view of the girls.
"Yes, Miroku dear, it is the paradise of the wind tunnel. This is the place that you are sent to." This woman was the first to speak directly to him.
Miroku noted that she was beautiful, her eyes were a blue-gold color that slanted slightly in a way that reminded him of Sango Dearest Sango I will miss you so in this odd world. Her lips were full and red, her breasts, too, were plentiful.
Miroku could not help but suck in a deep breath as he stood. "You truely are quite beautiful." He murmured to the three girls that stood before him in clothing that hugged their flawless forms tightly.
"Only the best for Miroku!" The third girl whom hadn't spoken said cheerily.
"Then I have a question for you." Miroku knelt before them, "Would any of you consider... bearing my children?" He got a flash of Sango's face, filled with such hurt and anger that he was startled, startled into a solemn silence at that.
The three girls blushed deeply, "Of course!" They all replied, "as would all of our village."
"All of... your village?" Miroku asked curiously, a perverted smirk crossing his face, an entire village was willing to bear his children!
"Yes, follow us now!" The three replied and tugged him through the lush grass that carpeted the ground beneath them.
The trees were full of blossoms that had only just began to fall- making the scene rather romantic and beautiful. 'What's going on here?' he thought, 'Why are all of these beauties being so... kind to me?'
"Do you want some wine?" Three sets of eyes stared at him questioningly as they reached the village.
"No, thank you." Miroku replied casually, 'Sango would kill me if I got drunk.' He thought automatically before realizing that he would never see his love again.
"Oh come on, it's a very good year Miroku, a lovely red wine." They pleaded.
In resignation Miroku sighed and gave his consent, "alright then, we will have the wine." He sighed heavily, wishing only to forget that which he had lost forever, the face that would forever haunt him in this so called paradise.
A cheer arose among the women of the village and shortly they had him sipping at the wine. Miroku laughed jovially as he drank more and more of the luscious red wine and his thoughts slipped farther and farther away from Sango and the others. "Sybil dear," He drawled to the prettiest of the women.
"Yes?" The girl asked timidly, stepping foreward.
A strange glint in her eye sent a shudder of foreboding down the back of Miroku and he found that he could not continue as suspicion clouded his mind, "more... w-wine?" He stuttered, trying not to give away his muddled suspicions.
Back With the Others
Sango stared desparingly upon the crater that rested before her- the final spot on which Miroku had stood before he had been taken. "Sango?" Kagome called timidly, moving to comfort the other girl.
"I've lost so many people." Sango said in a monotonous voice, "My brother... the village... and now I must add Miroku to that list."
"Sango?" Kagome's voice wavered as she stared at the other girl's distraught features.
"My h-houshi-sama is gone!" Sango burst out suddenly, burying her face into Kagome's shoulder, "I will never/hic/ see him again Kagome! Damn that Naraku, damn him!" Her voice rose to a wavery cry filled with pain and sorrow.
"I'm... so sorry." Kagome murmured, feeling her throat tightening up and the burning sensation of tears rising in her mud brown eyes, "Sango, we'll find a way to bring him back, surely Naraku cannot create a curse without there being an antidote after all?" She whispered in a voice filled with hope, "This can't be the end- it just can't!"
"Kagome, I loved- love him so very much, how is he gone? Why did he leave me!" Sango's voice echoed about them.
"Is she going to be alright?" Shippo turned consolingly to Inuyasha who was staring distantly into the sky.
He felt the sorrow deep within himself, but he didn't dare release it, lest Kagome be forced to bear an even larger burden of sorrow upon her shoulders, "What?" Inuyasha's eyes blinked slowly and he flung a strand of white hair out of his face.
"I said, is she going to be alright?" Already Shippo's voice was hitching- he had once more lost someone... first it had been his father and now one of his close friends- Miroku.
"She'll be fine Shippo, humans just need to wear their emotions... on their sleeves sometimes, you know? To properly bear the burdens of their hearts." Inuyasha stated, looking pityingly at the women crying in each other's arms, "and they are women after all..." He said almost as an after thought, "they aren't as stubborn as human men who find it weak to shed a tear or show sorrow for lost ones in the public eye."
Shippo nodded in understanding as a sudden thought came to him, "Do you think that... that maybe his being sucked into the wind tunnel was so very bad after all Inuyasha? I mean, what if there was something better than here within his wind tunnel? Nobody knows, right? I mean we all expect Naraku to have some kind of torture planned- but what if he doesn't?"
Inuyasha grew thoughtful for a moment, "We'll never truely know what resided within Miroku's wind tunnel now, he's gone and we can't do anything to help that."
Shippo sighed heavily and patted Kirara's head as she mewed longingly for the return of Miroku. "What if there is a way to bring him back?" Shippo questioned.
"Shippo, there is no way- once Miroku is sucked into his wind tunnel there is no bringing him back." Inuyasha sighed heavily and bowed his head in sorrow, not even daring to strike Shippo for his persistance as he tended to do- they were all lost within their own pits of sorrow, and even though Inuyasha always claimed to be one without emotion- he couldn't help but miss Miroku too.
Tears flooded over Shippo's tiny cheeks and he did something that he had never done which surprised both he and Inuyasha- he leaped into the other's lap and buried his face in the red hairoi. Inuyasha's arms instinctively closed over the shaking form to comfort the crying kitsune. They had all lost someone that day. They had lost Miroku, a close companion.
A/N I think that I'll end it there for now... after all it is 4:30 in the morning as I am writing this... couldn't sleep... I blame it upon the author in me... shrugs
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Next time:
Chapter 2: Seeking a way home, suspicions
Miroku begin to suspect that maybe his paradise isn't really a paradise after all. He begins to spy upon the villagers when they believe themselves to be in private conversations and also, he begins to search for a way to return to his Sango... He will let nothing stand in his way of returning home.
What's this? Inuyasha falls violently ill and it is up to a distraught Kagome and Sango to care for him... What brought on this sudden illness, will Inuyasha be okay? The group is attacked during Inuyasha's illness and he is powerless to help as Kagome and Sango fight off their attackers...
How will this end? Find out in the next chapter! Until then... Ja ne!