I think this is the funniest chapter in this story. What do you think? Please tell me ^^
Chapter 5 – The God
"Why are you still here?" a voice asked.
"I'm trying, but there's no way out", Miroku answered calm. He sat alone on a sofa at the end of the western corridor.
"You know your place is not here."
"But do I have a choice?"
"You will make up something. Maybe you should ask the God?"
"The God of this world? What would He know of out world?" Miroku sighed. How many times did he have to tell it to Them. Are They stupid?
"Find I way. You have to decide soon. You can't be in between worlds. You either come home with us or stay here with these freaks. Remember; we can help you."
Miroku sighed again. Time was running out. He had to make up a way to get out of here. But the only way he hadn't tried was suicide. There was nothing in this ward you could kill yourself with. Nothing.
But then he got it!
Miroku got on his way, wandering around the ward, looking for Inuyasha. He was nowhere to be seen. Not in the livingroom, not in the dining hall, not in the activity room... Oh no, not in the box again?
No. He was in their room. He was lying on the top of his closet, scratching the ceiling.
"My friend!" Miroku greeted and waved his hand. Inuyasha turned his head towards the man.
"I need your help". Miroku said a bit mysteriously and closed the door, so no outsider would hear. "Now my time to leave this world has come. They won't wait for me very much longer."
Inuyasha listened without moving an inch.
"I need you help, please kill me!" Miroku pleaded and showed his throat. "Can you slash my carotid? Or would you think of a better way to kill me?"
Inuyasha's face stayed deadpan. Within a few seconds he turned back towards the ceiling.
"I thought I could trust you. That you would help a friend in need", Miroku sighed, sad. Well, why would the creatures of this world want to help him? He knew they were a lot primitive than him and the creatures of his world. And so he left the room.
The ward's oldest patient wandered around the corridors. His name was Naraku, but he ordered only the name "God". He had been here for six years, and he would be moved to the next ward soon. He was well known in this ward among the patients.
The main reason was that he was the best "pillsnatcher" of the ward. He could get any kind of a medicine pill snatched, and then sold them to other patients for items, not money. And as impossible as it sounds, the nurses had no idea of this black market, even though it had lasted for six years.
There was one other reason he was known, too. Sometimes he didn't have all his clothes on. Even now he was wandering around in boxers. He held his hands towards the ceiling (heaven).
"Don't be afraid, you lost souls, you children of Satan! I am here to purify your souls!"
That shouting was heard by a woman named Kagura, who stood at the activity room's doorway. She was a youkai, and had belonged to an organization. They killed humans, only humans, not youkais or hanyous. Kagura was first and at least for now the only member of it to get caught. But no matter how much Kagura was interrogated, she didn't tell anything. She had been diagnosed mentally ill, so she wasn't put in jail, but her stay in here would be long.
Kagura was absolutely fed up with Naraku's raving and God-gaming. She was maybe the only person in this ward who didn't call him God.
Annoyed Kagura stepped into the activity room. This time there were a lot of people, and the tumult was loud. Kagura sat down at the table. Opposite her sat Jakotsu; a very disturbed, homosexual, sadistic, rapist murderer. He was a very strange person. He was a very cheerful nature; he usually greeted all passerbies (male gendered) by hugging and sometimes also kissing, but at the same time he was actually dangerous if he got anything sharp in his hands, and as said, he was a complete sadist. He loved seeing blood and people suffering, even those who he had "fallen in love" with. He had proceeded in his treatment somewhat. He no longer had molested any of the ward's patients. Back those days when he did, he groped, licked and tried to rape them. But that was years ago. From the outside he seemed like a very cheerful guy (gay).
But now something was wrong. Jakotsu seemed depressed. He had made a violet card, with a pink heart on it's lid. Now he was writing something on the back. He sighed, miserable.
"What is wrong with you?" Kagura snorted.
"Inuyasha doesn't take in my love!" Jakotsu wailed and tapped the pen against the table, having problems thinking what to write. This was some kind of a love letter for Inuyasha. Jakotsu made these very often, slid them in to the isolation rooms where Inuyasha was.
"Come on, you do know nobody gets any kind of a contact in Inuyasha!" Kagura grunted. "You are an idiot if you think he ever even speaks to you!"
"But I won't give up! I've been praying the God every morning and night, asking Inuyasha to come to me and tell me about his feelings..." Jakotsu told. "Oh, if God just listened to me! Oh, if I could talk to Him!"
"Go for it. He's right there in the corridor", Kagura said and pointed at the room's door. Some of the room's patients burst into laughter, but Jakotsu wasn't amused at all.
Miroku arrived in the same corridor as Nara... I mean God wandered around in his boxers.
"Excuse me, mister, but..." Miroku was about to say, but Naraku turned around and cut in;
"Don't say a word, my child! Your Master knows what you need!"
"Exactly..." Miroku rolled his eyes and got closer to him, looked around and whispered in his ear.
"I need some drugs."
A wide, evil grin grew on Naraku's face, and he nodded. He led Miroku to his room.
Mysteriously he let Miroku in and closed the door. He took his closet's keys from his boxer's pocket and opened the closet. And it was filled with crap. There were things from underpants to mirrors, lipsticks to ear buds and joke books. He had a strange obsession of collecting stuff.
But one item in there was especial; a black winter boot. And why? Because Naraku took it out of closet and emptied in; there were many small plastic pouches of different kinds of pills; pain meidicne, sedatives, depression- and psychosis medicine and soporifics.
"Okay now, my child. Tell me, what you need", Naraku said, squeezing the drug bags in his fists.
"My time to get out of this world is coming", Miroku told. "My time is running out, but this body is keeping my sould sealed in this world."
"I see..." Naraku grinned started scrabbleing the pouches. And then he found the right one. He hung it in front of Miroku's face.
"This, my child, is a medicine mixture I have made. This is over sixteen times overdose of the medicine Perazin. You'll be dead in no time."
"Thank you, my God!" Miroku thanked with shining eyes. But Naraku took the pouch back.
"Pay me!" he demanded.
"What do you want?"
"Your shoes."
"... My shoes?" Miroku wondered and looked at his shoes. They were actually the hospital's shoes, but... Naraku didn't need to know that.
"We have a deal!" Miroku smiled and kicked the shoes off his feet. Naraku took them and hid it the closet, and gave the pouch to the smiling Miroku. Miroku left the room, thanking Naraku a few more times. Naraku – what a good man!
