Title: That Which is Right
Theme: Inuyasha; Set #1 Theme #3- Evil Principles
Genre: General, Angst?
Characters: Inuyasha, Miroku (for future reference: if there isn't a "/", it's platonic.)
Word Count: 250
Rating: General+ (allusions to violence)
Summary: A short, bittersweet conversation with a friend.
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'Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.' -The Princess Bride
Inuyasha broke the twig in half, tossing the pieces into the dying fire. Sango had taken Kagome off- to the hotsprings, presumably- in an attempt to calm her down. No matter how many times they came upon yet another scene of destruction, the empathetic teenager took it hard. Carefully, he placed the skinned fish over the heat, and waited. No one would feel like eating, but there ain't no way he was letting Kagome go hungry.
After a few minutes, the houshi returned from performing the last rites for the children they had found. Sitting next to the hanyou, Miroku stared into the fire, his eyes blank and cool- and slightly red, though he would never admit it. Eventually, he spoke, but so quietly that only Inuyasha's canine enabled him to hear. "Why won't it stop?Why aren't we doing any good??"
The last words were strangled, barely escaping his throat as he struggled to keep his composure. Inuyasha fidgeted, obviously uncomfortable, but replied in turn, "Maybe we aren't doing as much good as we want to, but we're doing what we can. Because of us, those parents'll live to have more children someday."
After an awkward pause, he shifted away from Miroku, and the monk did likewise. They weren't used to being vulnerable... They had to be the strong ones, the ones keeping the others going.
As noise from the forest signaled the others' return, the hanyou turned to Miroku once more. "I think we're doing plenty of good."