Truths Reborn

Chapter1

( Do You Remember?)

A small, cool breeze blew across a small field and over to a figure perched upon the top of the grassy hillside. Dressed in a red, silk, kimono he stared out over the grassy hills and fields that seemed to sway in the gentle wind that blew every so often. There hadn't been much sun lately, he thought, perhaps it was because of the clouds that seemed to perfectly blend together overhead, forming a grey, dreary blend that veiled the sun and kept it from shining. Sometimes he was almost sure that he forgot his name when he looked out over a sight like this, but very quickly it came back to him, He was the hanyou Inuyasha, the one who would, someday, destroy Naraku completely.

Naraku was a demon that had somehow been made. A brief summary would probably be to simply say that he killed nearly everything in his path and was trying to gather the shards of the Shikon no Tama, a sacred jewel that had enough power to grant almost any wish possible. He sighed, if Naraku somehow was able to come into possession of all the shards, then they and the rest of the world and its future would be doomed, but he wasn't about to let that happen.

Another breeze ruffled the hanyou's soft, silver hair. Inuyasha sniffed the air, it was going to rain soon. Another sigh escaped the lips of the hanyou as he looked above him at the grey emptiness that had once been the sky.

"Sadness, despair, this wasn't here before, at least not like this, I wonder- Could it change?", he said into the next breeze.

"I believe it can", a voice from behind him said.

Inuyasha spun around to find himself facing a tall, dark haired monk, clad in a purple and black kimono. A smile stretched across his lips, moving only slightly the golden earrings on his right ear, purple eyes sparkling, standing out against the rainy and dull day.

"Keh-you could have told me you were nearby," Inuyasha spat towards the monk turning his deep, amber eyes back towards the rainy horizon.

"You're, a dog hanyou, I simply thought you'd hear me coming," he said back flashing a smile towards the hanyou as he walked over beside him and then proceeded to sit down.

Inuyasha took hardly any notice at first, continuing to stare out and muse at the sodden horizon. The once small breeze had picked up and had grown slightly cooler, giving an obvious insight to the oncoming storm that hung in the dark clouds to the distance.

"Inuyasha…," the monk said following suit and staring out over the green hills below.

"Yea Miroku," Inuyasha said calling the man's name for the first time, only slightly annoyed by his presence.

"It will end"

"Yea, as soon as we defeat Naraku and Kagome quits bugging me", Inuyasha replied flashing only a minor glimpse of his white fangs.

There was a slight pause in which another breeze blew, becoming steadily harder and picking up in speed.

"Do you…remember?", Miroku asked the hanyou next to him while keeping his gaze fixed upon the darkening horizon that was beginning to haze, showing a sure sign that sheets of rain were falling.

"Remember what?", Inuyasha asked, adding a slight, unintentional, pitch of curiosity to his voice.

"…Ever being happy?", Miroku answered closing his eyes slightly before turning his head to face the hanyou's deep amber eyes.

There was a long pause in which Inuyasha pondered the question. Happy? Had he ever been happy?

"hm…," Inuyasha pondered fixing his gaze upon the blended skyline, "yea, I was happy…before love existed."

The hanyou's eyes seemed to grow stone cold as he thought about it. Miroku almost felt a blow unto himself, almost as if the other mans words had pierced him straight through the heart. A silence was all that could be heard in the space that lie between the monk and the hanyou, while around both of them a few leaves began to pick up in pace, fluttering in the newly arisen wind speed.

Miroku got up, using his golden staff as a prop to lean on, stabilizing his body weight. Looking over Miroku saw that Inuyasha continued to look out at the stormy horizon, making no note of even the slightest grimace or plea for the company he had to stay.

A slight pat, pat on the grass around the two men, silently alerted them that it was about to rain, but Miroku simply lifted his head high and faced the upturning storm, black hair blowing in the wind.

"Inuyasha"

The hanyou looked up, slightly broken away from his meditated gaze upon the horizon, stone cold eyes fixed upon the man beside him.

"It will change"

(((T)))