1 - Miroku

Miroku stared at the white wall. Bloodred scratches spread on it. Everything started to turn dark and sepia shaded.

Why doesn't anyone else see this? Why isn't anyone scared? Nobody else than Miroku. He grabbed his temples and bit his teeth. He was panting and looked like he was dying of pain.

No. Calm down. Now he should stay calm and tell the nurses about this, so that at least someone could get saved from this, eh, end of the world?

First he thought about his friends and roomie Inuyasha. He should tell him. But Miroku hadn't seen him since breakfast. He sure had heard him shout a while ago, but that's it.

Finally Miroku's self-control broke. He heard a low voice in his head:

"We will meet in hell..." it whispered. Miroku crashed on floor on his knees. He saw two nurses running to him. They stopped in front of him, but didn't say anything.

"Hey, you!" Miroku shouted and got on his feet, wobbling. "Evacuate the house! It's crashing!"

"Now listen, Miroku..." the nurse tried to calm him down.

"W-w-where is Inuyasha?!" Miroku stammered his voice shaking. He could smell carbon monoxide. There was a fire somewhere.

"He is in the isolation room, so-" The nurse's phrase was cut by Miroku turning around and running away.

And so Miroku ran to the wing of isolation rooms and crashed down against the room no. 4 door. He banged it with his fist and shouted:

"Inuyasha! Inuyasha, are you there?!"

And yes he was. With glowing, red eyes, long, silver hair and dog ears, sitting on floor, sniffing and coughing a few times. He turned his eyes towards the door, but did nothing else.

No. He couldn't believe it. Had Inuyasha already died? Of carbon monoxide poisoning? The man leaned against the door, barely able to breath. Suddenly he started feeling sick. He held his mouth and gagged.

"Over there!" a shout was heard from the other side of the wing. Four nurses ran towards him. Miroku stared at them as they stopped in front of him. One of them had a glass of water and a small pill in a small cup. And another had a syringe, filled with transparent fluid.

"Miroku, we want to help you", the nurse with the pill-cup said. "Now we have two options; you take this pill – Diazepam – oraly and go to the relaxing room for a while, or then we give you this syringe, and you go to the isolation room for a while. Well?"

Miroku sat on the floor, but, wobbling, got up and leaned against the wall. Slowly he reached out to the glass.

"It is poison..." the voice said. This made the nurses smile, but suddenly Miroku slammed the cup on floor with his fit and tried to attack the nurse.

But, of course, Miroku was no match with four nurses. They pulled his pants down and stung the man. Everything went blurry.

In a few hours, Miroku started to wake up. Now he, too, was in an isolation room – of course not the same as Inuyasha. And unlike Inuyasha's room, this was a padded cell. He was laying on the soft floor on his back, trying to think thinks up. He wasn't dead? Now the whole building seemed fine. It hadn't crashed. What about the blood? The fire?

Miroku got up from the floor and walked to the door. It was a sturdy, metallic door, with no knoor knob inside. There was a small window.

"Excuse me! Is there anyone?" he shouted so loud it must be heard outside the door. Soon a nurse came to him.

"Hi, Miroku. Feeling any better?" she asked.

"What the hell is this? Why am I in the padded cell?" Miroku asked, sincerely astounded.

"You were severely delusional a couple of hours ago – don't you remember?"

"...Sure?" Miroku raised his eyebrow. Did he get this right – he was drugged and locked up because he wanted to warn others of the world's end? Man, these people were weird...

Because there was no clock in the room, Miroku had no idea, how long he still laid on the floor. The nurses and brought him some juice but he hadn't drank a sip – if it was poisonous?

But finally he started hearing the door knob rattle. It opened, and he got up from the floor.

Calm, Miroku walked out of the room. There he met not only a nurse, but the doctor.

"Nice t see you calmed down", the doctor smiled and closed the door. "Go now. Jusct remember to come ask for help if you need."

Still all astounded, Miroku got on his way to the west wing, where his room was. One room's door was open. Behind it peeked a cheerful guy. He jogged to Miroku and hugged him tight.

"My friend! I have been missing you!" he shouted with a woman's voice, even though he was a man.

"Good evening, Jakotsu. Are you feeling good?" Miroku asked with a fake smile and pushed the man away from him.

"No!" Jakotsu cried out. "Nobody told me they were watching a movie in the activity room! I just sat on my bed and-!"

"Well, next time then!" Miroku nodded and waved his hand. As he walked away, Jakotsu puffed, disappointed.

Soon Miroku got to his room's door. Actually, his AND Inuyasha's room. They shared a room, that's how it always had been. They got along very well.

But where was the boy? Oh no, not still isolated?

Miroku sighed, depressed, and closed the door after him and wobbled to his bed, tired. He crashed down and turned to the window, seeing only his transparent reflection in the dark, summer night. It was all quiet.


Okay, I just started re-writing this. It could be I do that only to the first few chapters, but yea.