A/N: MAJOR PLOT CHANGING CROSSOVER WITH SAFETY NOT GUARANTEED.
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Return to Me
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"Nothing suspicious about this at all," Miroku muttered sarcastically to himself under his breath as he entered the lobby with his head held confidently in the air – one hand firmly grasping a talk walking staff he'd bought just for this mission, "Just a man with a weapon casually walking into a hospital. No attention drawn here. The question…"
"Excuse me but this is a closed facility," a sickly sweet female voice suddenly chirped from directly behind him – making him jump, "May I ask what you're doing here?"
"I, uh, am lost," Miroku managed to bullshit as he glanced anxiously down at the staff in his hand, "I was, uh, walking to the airport and…"
The woman grimaced at him as she gave him an appraising look before taking a step back and motioning something to the receptionist at the front desk who tensed immediately and began slowly reaching for her receiver. It was in that moment that Miroku decided to make a break for it. Faster than the woman could react, he hauled ass to the nearest staircase and proceeded to fly up the stairs – taking two or three at a time. Every once in a while he'd be forced to dodge a guard sent to intercept him and fly across the hallways – laughing manically as he ran and tossing stray objects clattering to the linoleum tile while the lights flickered above him.
The entire thing was a ridiculous spectacle – the ground shaking violently, the emergency alarms blaring, lights flickering on and off, and a man carrying a giant stick running down the hallways with several burly men in clear pursuit. It took every ounce of discipline Miroku possessed not to start screaming childish taunts at them. He had no idea where the hell he was going. No fucking clue how he was going to get out of here. Hell, Sango might not even be here. Shit. Wait. She might not be here.
"Fuck," Miroku cursed shortly as he skidded to a halt and radically changed direction – ducking just in time and missing the blow a waiting orderly had been attempting to inflict. One thing was becoming evidently clear in the midst of all this….well besides that this was a terrible idea. He definitely needed to work out more.
Breathing heavily, the former monk continued charging up and down corridors and flights of stairs whilst more and more men and women began their pursuit – obviously livid that they hadn't managed to catch a single random civilian.
"Oh come on!" Miroku cursed under his breath as yet another group of orderlies suddenly appeared in front of him – blocking his way forward and the others blocking his way back. Glancing around wildly, all it took was one stray ceiling tile to drop to the ground in the distance to give him an idea. Another terrible, terrible idea. Thrusting his staff upwards he knocked out a tile and in a surprising feat, used what he hoped was muscle memory to make it into the poorly ventilated attic space….
And he almost succeeded. Almost. No, that would be a lie. His attempt ended poorly but oddly enough, his awkwardly flailing fall did give him a strange opportunity. Pushing himself onto all fours, he set his jaw before rocketing forward at the guards who were still laughing at his failed antics – completely not expecting the young man to use that walking stick to clear his path before taking off again like a bat out of hell.
"SON OF A BITCH! Damn he's fast," one of the increasingly disgruntled pursuers swore loudly as he rubbed his sore jaw, "And damn he hits hard. Fuck this guy. Why the hell is he even doing this?"
Several of the other orderlies snorted and shrugged before taking off after this mysterious, elusive intruder once more. Another flight of stairs. Dozens more corridors. Battle cries from the demon rampaging the city. Air raid sirens blasting both indoors and out. The lights being shot to hell. When finally, finally the man stopped….by running headfirst into a patient who wasn't quite a patient at all.