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Brief
Moments
By Mishi
Chapter 4
The Real
World
Words to know:
Baka=
Stupid, or foolish. Don’t use this if you encounter someone who is Japanese. It
is quit an insult to them. I had to through that in, because it is not
explained to most people when the word is used.
I believe that I used bakaro as well. Bakaro is the equivalent of dumb ass. Some will say that it
is asshole. Just know that it is a heavy slam if you hear it. There really is
not an exact equivalent for the word. It always depends on how it is said, or
when it is used. You will find this is true of several Japanese words.
Bikuni= this is the title given to a
female disciple of Buddhism. It is much like the title of priestess.
Inu Yasha’s half naked body remained
motionless as he stared as the battery operated alarm clock. He was lying on
his side with Kagome curled up against his bare chest. The last thing in the
world he wanted was for that alarm to go off. The hut was still dark. The walls
of blanket were keeping the light from them. It would take several more hours
for the sun to wake her. Surely, Shippo’s tent would have a similar effect on
him. The only thing that could disrupt his world would be that alarm. If he was
right, it would bring his quiet world to a buzzing halt in a few minutes.
He closed his eyes, and tried to forget
everything around him. He blocked out everything except her body. It was warm
and soft, with a sweet scent, as always. ‘I
want this forever. If I can have this, I would be happy.’ He thought as his
hand entered her shirt, and found a comfortable spot to rest at the small of
her back. The buzz of the alarm sent a horrible realization to the forefront of
his mind, ‘We have to return to the real world.’ He wasn’t
ready for it yet. He tightened his hold on her as she tried to move. ‘Not yet! Please, not yet.’
“Inu Yasha, I have to get the alarm,”
Kagome mumbled. She had managed to free one arm, and was now trying to turn
over.
“I know,” he whispered in defeat. He took
a deep breath and let her go.
She flipped the switch and returned to her
previous position. She could feel his anxiety as plainly as if it were
something that was happening in her own mind. She avoided asking if he was ok,
and went right to the point. “Why are anxious, Inu Yasha?”
“I’m not…,” he didn’t know why he was
trying to deny it. She could feel everything that he felt, so it was a stupid
thing to lie about. “I don’t want to let go of you yet. I wanted to hold you a
little longer…that’s all.”
“I don’t have to go to school anymore. I
could just stop going.”
He gently pushed her away and set up. He
pressed his hands against his face and slowly moved them up into his hair. He
repeated the motion several times. It was like he was trying to wipe some
invisible thing off of his face. His words came out sounding agitated, “We’ve
talked about this already. You started this before we decided to be together.
You worked hard for it.” Finally, he lowered his hands and turned to face her
before finishing, “I want you to be able to go to school. It meant a lot to you
in the past.”
She sat up to meet his eyes as she spoke,
“You want me to be able to go back to my old life…incase I lose you to Kikyo.”
She may as well have told him sit. The
words hit him just as hard. His throat was closing up, and his words were getting
stuck in his throat. The best he could manage was a whisper, “that’s…not it.”
“Don’t lie, you can’t do it now. You
couldn’t do it before…but you really can’t do it now.” She leaned towards him
and kissed him softly before going on, “I know you don’t believe that Naraku
can win. I know you’d never let anything happen to me, so there can’t be
anything else that could separate us.”
“I don’t know why, but I am terrified that
there is something that will separate us. Somewhere there is this thing
that will take you from me. You’ll leave me, or I will die…or…maybe I will die
because you left me. Sorry, I can’t help that the fear is there. It would help
me if you did this for yourself.”
“Fine, I’ll get going. I need to take a
shower anyway.”
“Hold on, I’m walking you to the well,” he
said as he grabbed the white half of his kimono top.
“Baka,” she
grumbled. “I’m sure that I can make it to the well in on piece.”
He stood and looked at her grumpy face. Her
expression didn’t change as he raised his hands to her cheeks, and pressed his
palms against them. Her forehead was full of wrinkles. He finally took his
thumbs and ran them against her forehead like he was trying to smooth it over. The
gesture made her crack a smile.
He was talking softly to make the words
sound reasonably calm, “Can’t I just walk with you? Do I have to have a reason?”
“Sorry, I’m being mean,” she whispered as
she looked down.
He forced her to look up into his eyes, “You’re
not being mean, you’re being me. We really need to get this emotion thing under
control. I don’t think either of us knows who we are anymore.” He let her go
and moved the blanket aside for her to exit.
When they were both clear of the blankets,
he picked up her backpack and led her to the door.
******
The young boy slowly made his way up to
the small hut. He was determined to keep a respectable distance from the
doorway. If the couple inside were engaged in any sort of private moment, well…he
did not want to be the one to disturb them. For this reason, he was always
careful to say several feet from the little porch. After clearing his throat he
called out, “Houshi-sama…bikuni-sama!”
Sango was the one how had heard the young
boy calling out. Instinctively, she raised her hand to rub her sleepy eyes.
Miroku’s head rested on her breasts, which was his favorite position to sleep
in.
“Miroku, Jun is outside,” she said as she
tried to pry him loose. The action only made him press his face farther into
her chest. “We’ll need to answer him, you know.”
“Houshi-sama…bikuni-sama?”
“Ok…ok, I’m up,” he
grumbled as he rolled out of her arms and onto his back. He rubbed at his face
and stretched his body.
“Will you stop stalling
and answer him!” She laughed as she poked at his side.
“You answer him,” he
teased as he placed his hands behind his head and waited for her to protest.
“Why you,” she giggled as
climbed on top of him and began tickling. “I’ll teach you to disobey me!”
The small boy heard all
the laughing and rolled his eyes. At least he knew they were awake. “Houshi-sama, will you and bikuni-sama be teaching us today?”
“Stop, stop…I have…to…breathe!”
Miroku gasped.
Sango stopped tickling him, but stayed
where she was. She smiled down at him as
he tried to catch his breath.
He was still fighting the urge to laugh
when he answered the boy, “Yes, Jun. We’ll be teaching today. Give us time to
get ready.”
The boy was very happy to
hear the news, “Arigatoo gozaimasu! I’ll tell everyone to get ready.”
“I wish people would stop
calling me bikuni-sama. They’ve never done it before,” she mumbled as she
rubbed his chest.
“You don’t like it? I
think it suits you.”
“I don’t believe in
Buddha. How can I be one of his disciples?” She protested.
“Maybe you should try,” he
looked into her eyes. She seemed so sad that he reached up and touched her
face. “Besides, you are my wife. I’m sure they are only assuming that we would
share the same faith.”
“Does it bother you that I
don’t share you faith?” She asked as she moved his hands to her breasts.
The gesture raised his
eyebrows. He looked into her face and answered calmly, “I love how you try to
change the subject, and keep me amused at the same time. Honestly, Sango, I
want you to be happy. Whatever pleases you pleases me.” He set up and traced
her throat with his lips. His hair tickled her skin as he made his way down her
chest. She let out a sigh as his lips closed on her nipple.
She ran her fingers into his hair as she
spoke, “I love how you know exactly what to say.”
*****
Inu Yasha stood in the
shrine with wide eyes. He had no idea what he was doing there. One moment he
was horsing around with Souta, the next he was being forced to change clothes.
“Why am I in this strange get-up?”
Inu Yasha asked as Grandpa whizzed
by him.
“You are my grandson, aren’t
you?”
“I guess so. What does
that have to do with me being in this thing?” He shrugged and pulled at the
white top.
“It’s your duty to take
over as priest when I die. It’s time to start your training,” Grandpa answered
and slapped him on the back.
“What about these?” Inu
Yasha asked with a cynical edge to his voice, while pointing at his ears.
Grandpa grabbed his arm
and started pulling him towards the inner shrine. “Don’t worry about that now.
You have too much to learn.”
*****
It had taken Kagome two
hours to get to school. She still was not used to the long trip. Her middle
school had been much closer to home. ‘I
feel exhausted! I guess the long trip is a small price to pay for all the
freedom of this school. I really shouldn’t complain.’ She thought as she
made her way through the crowed halls. It was a private school that had done away
with the uniforms. She would still be able to fallow her class schedule, so she
could limit coming when she needed too. However, she would have to get up incredibly
early to get to the school when she did go.
Going to a private high
school did give her an added sense of achievement. It was good to know that
Mama and Grandpa believed in her that much, but she was afraid of letting them
down. As things were, Grandpa was happy that she wanted to learn more about
being a miko. He was also dying to get his hands on Inu Yasha for training,
which she had not warned him about on purpose. She knew that he would only get frustrated
and nervous about it anyway. Mama was happy that she was going to continue with
school. Together they chose to send her to the private school so she could have
more freedom in her studies. Otherwise, she would have had to choose between
school and Inu Yasha. She was amazed at how understanding, and how supporting,
they were. Most families would have been horrified at seeing Inu Yasha.
She was busy making her
way up the stairs to the second floor, when a strange thought came into her
mind. ‘I never did get that. Why’re they so
understanding about this? Inu Yasha is half youkai. I married a youkai.
Wouldn’t that freak most families?’
“Kagome!”
Ayumi yelled, while waving her hand high in the air.
Erri grabbed Ayumi’s arm while Yuka’s hand
flew over the girl’s mouth. Ayumi was in a daze when she finally managed to break
free of their death grips. “What are you doing?” She asked.
Kagome, who couldn’t help but notice, stopped
in mid step. She had no doubt that this was going to be a very bad day. She
suddenly wanted to be anywhere else but that hallway. Despite her desire to run
way, she slowly began walking towards them. She greeted them with a smile and
laugher in her voice, “Ohayoo!”
Erri and Yuka nervously looked around to
see who was watching them. Ayumi stood looking at Kagome. She was still in a
daze from what had just happened.
Erri finally spoke up, “Kagome, maybe you
should lay low for a bit. You know, try not to be so bouncy.”
“What are you talking about? Why should I
do that?”
“Yeah, what are you talking about?” Ayumi
questioned.
When Erri looked around again to see who
was watching, Kagome decided it was time to stop dancing around the problem. She
took deep breath let the question fly out of her mouth, “Are you shamed to be
seen with me for some reason?”
Yuka spoke up for the first time, “Why
wouldn’t we be? I mean, after that freak show of a wedding. How can you expect
us to act like everything if fine?”
“There was nothing wrong with my wedding,”
Kagome’s anger was coming out in her voice.
“Really, Kagome, you could have had something
private if you were not going to fallow some tradition. I mean, come on…it was
total chaos. You should hear some of the stuff our classmates are saying.” Erri
informed her.
“We are just saying. Why did you go
through all the trouble to get into a good school and do something like that?
Your reputation is shot. The only thing that could make it worse is for you to
be barefoot and pregnant.”
Kagome held it all in and said nothing.
She pushed the emotion down. Doing this, she knew that Inu Yasha would be
getting it all. She had no choice but to use him this way. It was only thing
that was keeping her chin up and her eyes clear. She was not going to let them
see her cry. Not now, not ever! For years they had both been trying to make her
leave the only man she loved. This was her finally statement about her feelings
on the subject, and she was going to make that statement with pride.
Ayumi stayed where she was as the other
girls started to walk way. They turned back and tried to get her to follow
them, but she refused to move. The girls looked at each other and turned to
leave her with Kagome.
“Ayumi, what are you doing? They’ll shun
you too,” Kagome warned her.
Ayumi smiled and responded, “I know, but I
don’t care.”
Kagome was amazed. “Are you sure?”
“I got into this school because of my
grades. They got in because of money. I wanted to come here to learn, not be
become popular. I guess I am more like you.”
Kagome couldn’t help herself, she had to
hug Ayumi.
Ayumi laughed as she waited for Kagome to
release her. With that same laughter in her voice she remarked, “We’ve always
been friends, Kagome. I don’t think that should end just because you married a
youkai.”
Kagome’s eyes went wide. “What? How…?”
“I have a way of knowing these things,”
she shrugged her shoulders as she talked, “My grandma
says I have psychic abilities.”
“Have you always known?” Kagome asked as
she released her.
“After I met him, yeah,” she said
gleefully. “I don’t think that Miroku is his brother either. Am I right about
that?”
“Yeah, but they seem like bothers
sometimes.” Kagome turned to walk
towards the classroom.
“Does he have a brother I could meet?”
Ayumi asked eagerly.
“He’s not your type,” she said with a
nervous giggle.
*****
Miroku dipped the brush into the ink and applied
it to the small rectangle of paper. Several of the villagers sat in a half
circle around him. There was a light breeze blowing through the tree that was
giving shade to the group. He tried to keep each lesson short. The meaning of
the magical seals would not be much to remember, nor would the kanji on them.
However, the Buddhist philosophy would be another matter. He knew that the
villagers were capable of understanding. The biggest obstacle would be
overcoming the philosophy they already had. He was counting on this group of apprentices.
They would take what they had learned home to teach it to those who worked in
the fields.
He watched in silence as
his students worked with their brushes. Watching them gave him a sense of pride
that he had never known before. For the first time in his life, he honestly
felt like the Buddhist priest that he claimed to be.
He looked over at Sango,
who was training with several of the men. She was turning them into fighters.
He had to feel sorry for them. A workout with Sango guarantied that someone was
walking away in pain. She was just as strong as any man. The fact that she
carried the boomerang bone was proof of that. The weight of it was enough to
give him trouble, but she could carry it with ease.
‘Damn, what
a woman,’ he marveled as she watched her kicking and whirling
about. ‘You’re more woman than any of us
deserves. How can you be so tough and feminine at the same time?’
“Houshi-sama,
should we practice the next seal now?”
“um…oh, yes,”
Miroku replied and went to work on the next paper.
After finishing the seal, he forced
himself to focus on giving the explanation of its use and meaning. It was a difficult
task, because his body wanted to pay attention to Sango’s amazing physical abilities.
*****
Even when fighting, Sango
could feel it when Miroku’s eyes were on her. The knowledge that he was
watching made her a tougher opponent to beat. She was not worried about disappointing
him, because she knew that he would be enjoying the show. She could always tell
by how much he was enjoying her by counting how many time Jun had to request
his attention. On most days, she had to worry more about finding the safety
point for the men. Miroku always seemed to be amused with whatever she did with
her body.
Several of the men charged
her at once, but they couldn’t get anywhere near her. The boomerang bone was
instantly swung into their path. Two more men had tried to come up behind her.
They found themselves colliding with her feet as whirled around to meet them.
Giving Miroku a good show
was not the only reason Sango wanted to train the men. There were actually
several reasons. First, the villagers were giving them both wages for their
teachings. With the supplies that she and Miroku were receiving as payment,
Kagome and Inu Yasha would have less to worry about too. There was more than
enough to share. Next, there was the fact that it helped her pass the time.
With Kagome and Inu Yasha being gone so long, they had not bothered to look for
Naraku. She had been fine waiting and enjoying her time with Miroku, but she
needed to feel like she was still doing something to honor her family. Her
final reason was to rebuild what her family had lost. She was all that was
left. As far as she knew, Kohaku was lost forever. Inu Yasha had hope of
reviving him, but she could not afford that hope. Someone had to keep alive the
work that her fellow villagers had lived and died for.
****
With everyone focused on their new
project, Miroku’s eyes could return to their favorite vision. The training had
stopped and several of the men were lying on the ground. ‘I knew that was coming,’ He chuckled silently.
“Well, that is it for the day,” he
announced and climbed to his feet. He waited as they picked up their things and
thanked him. However, his attention never strayed from Sango.
The men were gathering themselves and
leaving. He watched her smile and wave as they left, but the moment they turned
their backs that smile was gone. Something about her expression seemed terribly
lonely to him. He was far too familiar with that expression. He knew she was
thinking about her family. ‘You need this
don’t you, Sango?’ He thought as he waited for her to turn around. He
wanted to run to her. He wanted to pull her out of darkness she kept falling
into, but he knew she would not let him. She would be this way until she had a
reason to forget the past. ‘This is your
way of regaining what you’ve lost. If we are both strong and patient, we will
continue your heritage here. Maybe
then you’ll be at peace.’
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