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Ha! I thought I'd spoil the plot. Nah..just switch more to Miroku. You know for someone who loves him, I sure tend to beat him up a bit. Odd note... I've choked on food I think three times now, so I can relate to Miroku.

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YOU MAKE ME BREATH

Chapter 7: Asphyxiation

The pain is almost insufferable. Miroku thought, But it's all my fault that we're in this situation in the first place.

It was as if his arm was on fire, and the slightest pressure on it made him want to bite his tongue in pain and caused his eyes to water. It was worse then any twinge of sharpness he'd felt from that cursed hand of his. And for his side, Miroku had no doubt that already there was a large bruise. He knew that it would be hard to breath the second he was slammed into the surface of the water, but not to this extremity.

I probably won't last much longer at this rate, I have to endure though... but only for her. By now it was harder then ever to catch his breath. Every few seconds it would be like a plug had lodged itself in his windpipes, stopping him from inhaling or exhaling, then after a moment of everything screeching to a halt in his eyes, he'd continue to breath.

The only thing that would carry on it's movement was his sole companion as she busied her hands in an attempts to keep from dozing off. Currently she was at the pool of water washing out an elbow guard for some purpose beyond his knowledge. Her back was turned to him slightly, giving him a pleasant view.

Funny. She manages to take my breath away, but now when I look at her... it doesn't hurt as much and I don't have to fight.

Wearily he licked his dry and cracked lips, longing for a bit of relief from his growing thirst. He hadn't moved from his spot since he'd woken up, and the last time he'd had a drink of anything was when this whole mess had started, and he had no way of telling how long ago that was. Inside he felt sluggish, like the blood flowing through his veins had thickened somehow. Never before had he been more aware of the back of his throat.

"Are you thirsty Houshi-sama?" Sango asked turning towards him. She held the elbow guard out to him filled with water. So that was why she washed it out. Miroku stretched out his good arm, it falling to short of the cooling liquid. He splayed his fingers in hopes of closing those few inches that prohibited him from relief. Nothing had ever been so impossible as taking the water from her. Desperation drove away his common sense and he leaned forwards.

Everything went black for what felt like an eternity, but was only a few heavy seconds. When his eyes opened again Sango was at his side, no longer holding the improvised cup.