Title: Hues of Violet and Blue
By: HalcyonMoments11
Summary: In which a monk and a miko share a moment of comfort. Cannon Universe.
Rated: T (to be safe.)
Pairing: Miroku/Kagome
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the lyrics/songs used in this story.
"Talking."
'Thoughts'
Flashbacks/Dreams/Lyrics.
2: All These Lives – Cannon Universe
Sometimes the night was so oppressive that she could barely breathe. It was as if the darkness that seemed to continuously surround their group was collapsing in on her, smothering her, suffocating her. It was in these moments that she felt more alone than ever. She didn't belong here. She only got in the way, caused problems for everyone in their group, got the others hurt trying to protect her. She was only useful because she could see the Shikon no Kakera, and she wasn't the only one that could. Sometimes she wondered why she bothered to stay.
And then suddenly there was warmth, a soft, soothing touch, comfort. When the fire had died down to glowing embers and she was curled in on herself, clinging to what she could to keep breathing, he would be there, a hand on her shoulder, her hand, her cheek, pulling her up into his arms.
Slowly her silent sobs would die down as her hands twisted in his purple robes, her face burying into his chest as he held her in silence, stroking her hair soothingly, chin resting on top of her head.
"I don't know how much longer I can do this Miroku-sama," she whispered.
His answer was always the same.
"Just a little longer Kagome-sama."
She didn't know how much longer that answer would suffice. Their small group had been searching for years. They'd faced so much struggle, pain, death. How much more must they face at the hands of Naraku?
Slowly, she'd push herself away from her houshi friend, just far enough to look up at him, to take his hands in her own. He would let her, her small delicate fingers ghosting over his own, his palms, and the beads that sealed his kazaana.
Naraku had affected so much. He had spread through their group and around the lands like a disease.
"How much longer Miroku-sama?" Her voice was little more than a whisper.
How much longer for what? To collect the shards? Until the final battle? Before she broke? Before the kazaana took him like his father and his grandfather? He supposed it didn't really matter.
He pulled her back into his chest, resting his chin on top of her head again. Sometimes, this little bit of comfort was all he needed. It was all he could do to give that comfort back to his friend, to help her rebuild her walls to keep out the darkness of the world, at least for a while longer.
"Not much longer," he whispered, pressing his lips against her forehead, breathing her in.
Never gonna let you take my world from me.
The world outside these walls may know you're breathing,
But you ain't comin' in.
- Daughtry (All These Lives)
Vocabulary: Shikon no Kakera – Sacred Jewel shards, houshi – monk, kazaana – Miroku's Wind Tunnel (void in his hand), sama – lord/lady/master
Word Count: 432
A/N: What do you think? Please Review? –HM11