Some of you may be wondering about the last chapter's little thing in the beginning of the chapter. It's just things from Miroku's past. They don't always have something to do with the chapter. So you don't HAVE to read it I suppose
Also I won't post anymore chappies till I get more reviews cause then it makes me feel like I'm doing a crap job when I'm trying my best :'(
Life Span
Chapter 3: Restless Nights
Miroku sat in the darkness of his room, thinking. It had been four years since the murder (Miroku calls it a murder due to the fact that it was Naraku's fault that his father had died) of his father, yet the memory was fresh in his mind as though it were only yesterday. He looked down at the bandage around his wrist. It didn't hurt when he pressed the cold metal against his flesh, but now it stung like hell. The blood had stopped flowing, yet Hachi still remained nearby just in case.
The young boy took a deep breath and lied down onto his unmade bed. "Naraku, a shape shifting demon, who tricked Grandfather into thinking he was a courtesan where he then pierced his right hand, creating a void in his right hand. It's to be passed down through generation to generation," Miroku said quietly to himself. "So long as he lives..."
When everyone had returned to Kaede's home, they had a warm meal then fell asleep. Kagome was still angered by the loss of her cell phone, and the rest of them were happy just to have food in their stomachs and a warm place to rest. Miroku stopped worrying about his right hand, but something inside of him told him this was different from yearly growth of the void. He tossed and turned in his sleep.
His eyes opened to reveal he wasn't at Kaede's home, but rather at a temple. It was Naraku's castle, but he when he looked down at his own body he was a child. A few yards away from him were a large gust of wind, his father's death. Instinctively, Miroku ran towards him calling for his father. His hand outstretched as though he believed he could pull him out of it.
It seemed like he was running forever, never getting any closer like running on a treadmill. "Father!" Miroku yelled out. His surroundings changed from Naraku's palace to the inside of the large gust of winds. 'It's dragging me in! If only I could reach him!' Miroku thought searching for him through dust and debris. "Father, where are you?" He called out shielding his face. That was when he saw it. A hand attached to the void it was his father's. He outstretched his hand and grabbed the elder man's left hand. Miroku smiled as he looked up, but the smile quickly faded because the man whose hand he was holding didn't belong to his father it belonged to...
"It's me!" Miroku said looking at the older version, or present, self. "But- what is going on?" he quickly released his hand and looked around. Blurred figures could be seen through the wall of dust. It was Inuyasha, Miroku recognized his red clothing. Beside him was Kagome, in her odd other worldly summer dress, and Sango, dressed in her exterminator outfit. Kagome held her bow, armed with arrow, and pointed it at a blurred white figure, which Miroku assumed was Naraku. She let fly the arrow, but before Miroku had a chance to see if it hit or not he awoke in the comforts of Kaede's home. Sweat dripped from his forehead and slid down the hides of his face. He looked down at the void in his right hand to see it was still closed off by the rosary beads. His chest raised and lowered at a quick pace from his rapid breathing.
"You're father divined his own death..." Mushin's voice echoed in the back of his mind. Miroku placed his left hand over his face trying to calm himself down. He reminded himself it was only a dream, no, nightmare. "Nothing to be worked up about." Miroku whispered to himself.
"Something wrong, Miroku?" said a harsh, yet somewhat worried voice. It was Inuyasha. His eyes weren't even open, but he knew Miroku was distressed.
"I'm fine, Inuyasha, it was nothing more than a dream." Miroku reassured not only the half-demon, but also himself. 'A dream...'
"Then do me a favor, and don't make so much noise when you have one it's hard enough for me to sleep with all the noise outside." He looked over at Shippo who was sleeping in Kagome's covers. Kagome stirred in her sleep. Two words escaped her sleeping lips. "Inuyasha, sit!"
Inuyasha's body fell to the ground with much force, waking everyone within the home. "What'd ye do now, Inuyasha?" Kaede asked yawning a bit.
"I... didn't... do ANYTHING!" Inuyasha's body twitched from the pain.
"It appears Kagome talks in her sleep." Miroku stated with a smile on his face. This is what he needed to forget about such a dream.
"Inuyasha, do you mind?" Shippo said rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I'm trying to sleep!" A vein in Inuyasha's head throbbed. He leaped up and grabbed the small fox child and began hitting him upside the head. "You stupid little runt!" he said.
"Inuyasha, sit!" Kagome cried, this time wide-awake. "Honestly, who hits a child?" Inuyasha twitched in reply.
Once the excitement died down and everyone returned to sleep, even Inuyasha, Miroku lied wide-awake. The dream came drifting back to his thoughts. 'The strong winds? The nightmare? Could it be, that soon...' Miroku shook his head and cleared his mind of such thoughts. He laid his head to rest and fell asleep.
Also I won't post anymore chappies till I get more reviews cause then it makes me feel like I'm doing a crap job when I'm trying my best :'(
Life Span
Chapter 3: Restless Nights
Miroku sat in the darkness of his room, thinking. It had been four years since the murder (Miroku calls it a murder due to the fact that it was Naraku's fault that his father had died) of his father, yet the memory was fresh in his mind as though it were only yesterday. He looked down at the bandage around his wrist. It didn't hurt when he pressed the cold metal against his flesh, but now it stung like hell. The blood had stopped flowing, yet Hachi still remained nearby just in case.
The young boy took a deep breath and lied down onto his unmade bed. "Naraku, a shape shifting demon, who tricked Grandfather into thinking he was a courtesan where he then pierced his right hand, creating a void in his right hand. It's to be passed down through generation to generation," Miroku said quietly to himself. "So long as he lives..."
When everyone had returned to Kaede's home, they had a warm meal then fell asleep. Kagome was still angered by the loss of her cell phone, and the rest of them were happy just to have food in their stomachs and a warm place to rest. Miroku stopped worrying about his right hand, but something inside of him told him this was different from yearly growth of the void. He tossed and turned in his sleep.
His eyes opened to reveal he wasn't at Kaede's home, but rather at a temple. It was Naraku's castle, but he when he looked down at his own body he was a child. A few yards away from him were a large gust of wind, his father's death. Instinctively, Miroku ran towards him calling for his father. His hand outstretched as though he believed he could pull him out of it.
It seemed like he was running forever, never getting any closer like running on a treadmill. "Father!" Miroku yelled out. His surroundings changed from Naraku's palace to the inside of the large gust of winds. 'It's dragging me in! If only I could reach him!' Miroku thought searching for him through dust and debris. "Father, where are you?" He called out shielding his face. That was when he saw it. A hand attached to the void it was his father's. He outstretched his hand and grabbed the elder man's left hand. Miroku smiled as he looked up, but the smile quickly faded because the man whose hand he was holding didn't belong to his father it belonged to...
"It's me!" Miroku said looking at the older version, or present, self. "But- what is going on?" he quickly released his hand and looked around. Blurred figures could be seen through the wall of dust. It was Inuyasha, Miroku recognized his red clothing. Beside him was Kagome, in her odd other worldly summer dress, and Sango, dressed in her exterminator outfit. Kagome held her bow, armed with arrow, and pointed it at a blurred white figure, which Miroku assumed was Naraku. She let fly the arrow, but before Miroku had a chance to see if it hit or not he awoke in the comforts of Kaede's home. Sweat dripped from his forehead and slid down the hides of his face. He looked down at the void in his right hand to see it was still closed off by the rosary beads. His chest raised and lowered at a quick pace from his rapid breathing.
"You're father divined his own death..." Mushin's voice echoed in the back of his mind. Miroku placed his left hand over his face trying to calm himself down. He reminded himself it was only a dream, no, nightmare. "Nothing to be worked up about." Miroku whispered to himself.
"Something wrong, Miroku?" said a harsh, yet somewhat worried voice. It was Inuyasha. His eyes weren't even open, but he knew Miroku was distressed.
"I'm fine, Inuyasha, it was nothing more than a dream." Miroku reassured not only the half-demon, but also himself. 'A dream...'
"Then do me a favor, and don't make so much noise when you have one it's hard enough for me to sleep with all the noise outside." He looked over at Shippo who was sleeping in Kagome's covers. Kagome stirred in her sleep. Two words escaped her sleeping lips. "Inuyasha, sit!"
Inuyasha's body fell to the ground with much force, waking everyone within the home. "What'd ye do now, Inuyasha?" Kaede asked yawning a bit.
"I... didn't... do ANYTHING!" Inuyasha's body twitched from the pain.
"It appears Kagome talks in her sleep." Miroku stated with a smile on his face. This is what he needed to forget about such a dream.
"Inuyasha, do you mind?" Shippo said rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I'm trying to sleep!" A vein in Inuyasha's head throbbed. He leaped up and grabbed the small fox child and began hitting him upside the head. "You stupid little runt!" he said.
"Inuyasha, sit!" Kagome cried, this time wide-awake. "Honestly, who hits a child?" Inuyasha twitched in reply.
Once the excitement died down and everyone returned to sleep, even Inuyasha, Miroku lied wide-awake. The dream came drifting back to his thoughts. 'The strong winds? The nightmare? Could it be, that soon...' Miroku shook his head and cleared his mind of such thoughts. He laid his head to rest and fell asleep.