Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha but I do play around with the characters for my own amusement.
Author's note: I know the timing for my chapters has been off lately but it'll even out soon enough. Okay this chapter is mostly filler in Inuyasha's POV a transition into the next which is way I'm posting it now, and why it's so short. It may be filer but it is important.
When Good Mikos Go Bad
Chapter 6 Moving On,…Or Not
It couldn't be helped; they needed to move on, so after much debate Sango and Miroku had conceived a plan. After making sure Shippou and Kiara were well away from the camp the two would confront Inuyasha, if necessary Miroku intended to knock the hanyou unconscious again, he hoped to avoid it as Lady Kagome would disapprove of such measures.
The monk and slayer found Inuyaha in his usual sulking haunt, a tree on the edge of camp that over looked the accursed cliff. "Inuyasha," Sango called up to him, "could you come down for a second? We need to talk to you." A grunt was her reply, which had become his new equivalent to the 'fines' and 'whatever's' he used to toss around so freely. Dropping down from the high branches, Inuyasha stared blankly at his companions, which seemed to be the only expression he was capable of forming his face into anymore, he raised an eyebrow, indicating they should speak. "Inuyasha I know this is hard but…"
Sango's hesitant beginning was cut off by Miroku's harsh words, cutting straight to the core of things as only he could. "We need to leave this place Inuyasha." The hanyou was quite, his expression still blank.
"Its killing Shippou staying here," the slayer cut in trying to get any kind of reaction from the silver haired hanyou before them. Sighing inwardly, Sango prepared to push the one button that was guaranteed to get through, stealing herself against the pain of it. "Kagome wouldn't want us to stay, especially if it was hurting Shippou." The twitching of white dog ears alerted them to the hanyou's rapt attention, though his expression remained unchanged.
With that one mention of the miko, Inuyasha was on the brink of agreeing though it was also what kept him from leaving days ago, so naturally Miroku stepped up to tip the scale. "we would have a higher chance of finding her were we to continue our search for Naraku, he does after all likely have her under his control." That did it, as the monk knew it would, though his expression remained stationary the flicker of anger and pure loathing in the hanyou's golden eyes, told the monk of his friend's decision, when the emotion faded again a moment later Inuyasha nodded.
"We leave in the morning," Miroku informed him, abruptly turning to head back to the camp, best leave him to his thoughts. Sango remained behind, unsure of what to say to the stubborn hanyou, finally deciding that silence was best, she patted Inuyaha's folded arms, smiling sadly up at the man who was leaving behind his greatest lead to his closest friend, then she too departed, following after Miroku.
Inuyasha watched as the slayer retreated, he mentally smirked, and they thought leaving here would help them forget her, move on, what ignorance he knew there was no point in trying to forget it only hurt more. He had no intention of forgetting Kagome and he defiantly didn't plan giving up on her.