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Chapter List
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A/N: Sorry this took so long! I had
to redo the chapter as some plot holes presented themselves. Okay, there is no
lemon in this chapter. ::ducks rotting vegetables::
It just didn�t fit until the very
end and this behemoth of a chapter is already 25 pages long!! Definitely next
chapter!! Enjoy and review!
*Warning* MAJOR angst!!
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Chapter Five: Where It All Went
Wrong, part two:
Kagome tried not to stare. She
truly did but it was hard not to gape at Miroku�s
stump. It was an ugly red eyesore, a pulsating mass of almost healed flesh,
angry and painful. She noticed Miroku�s unnatural
pallor, his clenched teeth as heat and cold throbbed up his arm. Sango
resembled him, the bags under her eyes too dark, too heavy and standing out
like a bruise on her overly pale skin.
About to ladle stew into a fifth
bowl, Kagome stopped suddenly. �Shippou!� she hissed quietly. �Get that paw
away from your nose right now!�
�But Kagome,� whined the kitsune.
�It smells terrible!�
Miroku clenched his remaining fist
but managed to not say anything.
�I said to get that paw off and I
meant it!� Kagome said fiercely.
Shippou sulked but removed the
offending clawed hand. About to eat his supper, the kitsune looked at Miroku
again. He�s not eating, he noticed
worriedly. Only one type of person
doesn�t eat�
�Miroku, you aren�t eating. Are you
dying?� Shippou asked anxiously.
�No such luck,� Miroku muttered.
Leaning forward, Shippou tried to
sniff Miroku�s stump. Ignoring the horrified
expressions on everyone�s faces, the little youkai
informed Miroku that his arm was rotting.
All eyes turned to the monk, hoping
they would see some of the old humor in his eyes.
Miroku gave Shippou a baleful
glare. �Is it now?� he drawled softly. �How kind of you to
point it out. Did your mother or father ever tell you how smart you
are?�
Shippou looked confused. �No.�
�There�s a reason for that,� sniped
Miroku cruelly. �Now sit down and shut up.�
�Wha�?�
Lower lip quivering, Shippou jumped up. �You�re mean! I don�t like you anymore!
You�ve been mean ever since you woke up! I hate you! I liked you more when you
had the kazanaa!�
With that, the kitsune ran out of
the hut and into the woods, his whimpered tears echoing behind him.
�Miroku, that was a shitty thing to
do,� Inuyasha said with a growl. �He�s just a kid.�
�Like you�re any better to him,� came the tart reply. Snarling, Inuyasha rose onto the balls
of his feet, ready to knock some decency back into Miroku quite literally.
�Inuyasha!
Stop that!� Sango ordered. �You can�t yell at Miroku. He�s injured.�
Inuyasha
rolled his eyes but plopped back down when he caught Kagome mouthing a certain dreaded
word.
�I wish you hadn�t done that to
Shippou,� Kagome commented quietly to the former monk sitting near her.
Miroku locked hard eyes with
Kagome, daring her to make an issue of it. She wasn�t brave enough or was
simply too aware of his injury. Looking away, she set aside the Shippou issue
and sat down to eat her meal.
For a few moments, there was
nothing but the sound of slurped liquid, gulps and teeth chewing meat.
Miroku unthinkingly reached out to
eat rice with his right arm and knocked a bowl over. Stew soaked the ground and
an uncharacteristic rage gripped him.
�Damn it�,� the monk hissed, trying to clean with a clumsy left
hand. He almost unbalanced as his weight shifted uncomfortably and landed with
a grunt on his remaining palm. His sleeve landed in the stew and the hot liquid
singed his hand, making him pull back. His shoulder bumped into an anxious Sango�s torso. With a slight gasp, she toppled backward,
landing on her backside with a thump.
�Stop hovering!!� Miroku shouted,
his cheeks turning red with impotent rage as he tried to clean his hand and
sleeve with nothing more then his desperate will and a stump. He wouldn�t look
the tearing Sango in the eyes as he muttered viciously under his breath.
�I was just trying to help,� the
demon slayer said, the effort it took her to not break down apparent in her
strained voice.
�Well don�t!� Miroku snapped. �I�ve
been awake for a couple of weeks now Sango and I haven�t keeled over dead yet.
Stop bothering me,� Miroku said furiously. The monk glared down at his
pungently ruined sleeve and tried to calm down. Taking a breath, he took a
cloth to clean himself with but realized that he needed another hand to do
anything with the cloth. Cursing and enraged at fate, Miroku flung the cloth
into a corner with all his strength.
�Here, let me get that,� Sango
suggested picking up the cotton. She so wanted to lighten his burden in some
way, she was trying so hard to be of some use.
�Don�t touch me!� Miroku shouted,
jerking away from the taijya�s gentle handling. �I
don�t want your help!�
�But-�
�Fuck off Sango! Back the fuck off!�
Sango looked at him in shock. �You,
you�.I�!� She said, struggling to get her words around her anger and hurt. Not
saying another word, she threw the cloth she had wiped up the stew from the tatami mat into Miroku�s face
turned and stormed out of the hut.
Miroku watched her go, his pretty
indigo eyes turning almost black.
�Sure,� he shouted derisively.
�Throw something at the god damned
cripple! Why not?!? He can�t catch it anyways!!� Miroku was screaming as loudly as he could at
the empty doorway but Sango didn�t reply.
As the seconds passed, guilt took
hold of Miroku yet again and his one fist clenched. Feeling his hand move, he
glanced down and was once again reminded forcibly of why he was furious. �I
hate this,� he whispered venomously. �I hate it.�
Miroku stood shakily and stumbled
out of the hut, glaring at Kagome when she reached to help him.
The hut was empty of all occupants
besides a hanyou and a miko-in-training.
Kagome wanted desperately to do
something, anything to help the two as all their dreams were thrown to the
wayside. There was nothing she could do; she knew this and it bothered her. She
had been the surrogate mother-figure of the little traveling group and seeing
her friends in so much and so obviously uninterested in her mothering was
painful.
Sneaking a look at Inuyasha showed that he appeared as calm as usual.
Kagome wasn�t fooled, his fa�ade
cracked in several key places. The tension in his fingers that grasped Tetsusaiga�s sheath turned his knuckles white. His posture
was too stiff and his breath was too controlled for nature.
�That�s the third time he�s blown
up at her like this,� Kagome commented sadly. �He never used to lose his
temper��
�Losing a limb can change a
person,� Inuyasha replied, knowing it was an obvious statement but one that
Kagome needed to hear. She knows it but
subconsciously, she�s still expecting the old Miroku. Inuyasha shook his
head but Kagome didn�t notice, too busy with peering out the doorway and trying
to see if Miroku had reached the hut he was staying in safely.
Inuyasha glared at Kagome�s back.
The two girls had been practically forced Miroku to sit and do nothing, feeding
him, wiping his face, bathing him�Inuyasha shuddered. Losing a hand was a
horrible thing but Kagome and Sango were slowly castrating the poor guy.
�Leave them alone,� Inuyasha said quietly.
�Sango�s got to calm down.�
�Calm down??� Kagome whirled
around, aghast at Inuyasha�s insensitivity. �Her fianc�e almost bled to death!
The fact that he�s alive is a miracle!�
�Yeah but Sango�s driving me nuts and I�m just watching her fuss!�
Inuyasha said, annoyed at Kagome�s density. �I mean, what�s next? Trying to
shit for him?�
�She just wants to help!� Kagome
insisted loudly, a red flush staining her face at his crudity.
�Well she�s not!� Inuyasha shot
back. �It�s obvious to everyone else except you two! Miroku is in pain-�
�We know that!�

�You know it but you don�t understand it!� Inuyasha
replied angrily, surging to his feet. �You think you know why he�s pissed but
you don�t! You�re treating him like half a man.� The half demon tried to force
Kagome to comprehend, stepping into and invading her personal space. �Sango is
making him miserable, fluttering around, thinking he�ll break at any minute. He
may but only because Sango�s driving him to suicide!�
�That is not true!� came the surprising burst from the doorway. Inuyasha and
Kagome looked up in shock at the furious Sango. �I love him!� the enraged taijya yelled, tears coming down her cheeks. With a rough
gesture, she brushed them away as she almost always did. �I want to be there
for him, make sure that he knows I still love him!�
�You are smothering him,� Inuyasha
said firmly, unmoved by Sango�s crying. �Enough. Let
him breathe or leave him alone or just let him die.�
�Inuyasha shut up,� Kagome hissed,
horrified as Sango jerked in horror.
�You bastard,� Sango whispered,
stomping into the hut. Lifting her hand, Sango threw years of training and
fighting speak for her as she punched Inuyasha with
her right fist. His head snapping back, Inuyasha stumbled a bit before
regaining his balance.
The hut was silent as Inuyasha
flexed his face and wiped a now bloody mouth.
�Damn,� the half demon finally said
a small smile on his face. �You got a kick-ass right hook.�
Sango stared at her traveling
companion. Her face slowly got redder and redder as her fists clenched tighter
and tighter.
�Don�t joke about this!� she yelled
heaving for breath. �This is nothing to be okay with! Making jokes about Miroku�s condition-�

�I never said I�m okay with what happened,� Inuyasha protested. �But I�m right!
You can�t keep hovering and waiting for him to collapse. Even if he was on his
last legs-�
�He�s not dying!� Sango screamed, throwing a handy bowl at the hanyou she used to consider a friend. Kagome shrieked in
surprise and fright but, with ease, Inuyasha batted the pottery to the side where
it shattered.
�He might as well be. Then at least
all this fussing would have a purpose,� Inuyasha stoutly said, unaffected by Sango�s temper.
�He�s
not committing suicide!! He�s not even thinking about it! I don�t, I�I don�t
let!� Sango said wildly.
�I didn�t mean that when I said
that.� Inuyasha sighed and rubbed a hand through white hair. �I just meant-�
�You can�t stop me,� came a quiet announcement. Sango and Kagome looked at the
doorway to a pale and extremely pissed former monk.
Inuyasha looked at the ground. He
knew exactly when Miroku had stopped by the entrance of the hut, he had known
the instant the monk had decided not to come in and he had known Miroku would
hear every word of the yelling match. He knew all that just as he knew that when
Kagome realized that he had allowed Miroku to hear, he would be sat to the
seventh level of hell.
Keh, I can climb out of hell.
�If I want to
commit suicide, I can damn well do it,� Miroku said furiously.
�Don�t be
ridiculous,� Sango said, just as angry. �You are not committing suicide!�
�Sango you don�t
understand,� Miroku said glowering. �If I want to kill myself, then I�ll kill
myself. You have no say in the god damn matter.�
Sango licked her
lips and tried to calm down.
�Now now everyone,� Kagome said uneasily, stepping between the
two, �Lets just calm down and-�
�Hey Inuyasha?� Miroku interrupted.
�Hmm?�
�Get her out of
here.�
Inuyasha nodded
silently as Kagome gaped like a fish out of water and Sango glared. He grabbed
Kagome�s arm and hauled her out of the tension fraught hut.
�Inuyasha!� Kagome sputtered as the hanyou
drew her farther and farther away. �Let me go! We have to help Sango!�

�No, we don�t have to do anything,� Inuyasha snarled. He turned and glared at
Kagome. �Stop your meddling, stop interfering with them!�
Kagome glared
back and stamped her foot for good measure. �I am not interfering! I�m trying
to help!�
Inuyasha
straightened to his full intimidating height. �Don�t. You make things worse.�
Kagome gasped
and looked at Inuyasha with tearing blue eyes. �I, I�I am helping��

�No you�re not,� Inuyasha repeated in a gentler tone. �This is Miroku�s battle. He needs supporters, not helpers.�
Kagome opened
her mouth and slowly closed it, shaking her head.
�Survivors are
supported. Cripples are helped. They get helped to piss, eat and move.
Survivors walk on their own but with support,� Inuyasha explained, praying
Kagome understood.
Kagome�s entire
body seemed to sag underneath a weight. �But there must be something I can do,�
she whispered. �I have to help.�
Inuyasha sighed
and rubbed his head wearily. �Help by keeping your opinion to yourself,� he
muttered, not realizing Kagome had heard.
Inuyasha winced as Kagome let out a small sound of deep
hurt. Damn it all. Now she starts listening to me when I talk�
�Kagome, come
on�� Inuyasha said helplessly as the schoolgirl turned away sniffling. Miserably,
Kagome began to walk away from the rest of the village, turning to the woods. Screams
from the hut came to her distantly as her entire being centered on absorbing
Inuyasha�s cruel words without shattering. Inuyasha heard the shouts but
ignored them. He had other things to consider then whatever was happening.
********Inside
the Hut************
Miroku looked at
the horrified girl standing near him. Even now, after all that had happened and
everything he knew was going to come, her mere presence filled him with longing
and a physical ache. Sango, his mind
whispered lovingly.
The woman who
haunted him glared at Miroku, trying to summon up some emotion other then
paralyzing fear.
�You will not
commit suicide,� Sango commanded, her voice more pleading then otherwise.
�Like I said,�
Miroku repeated tauntingly, �if I want to die, I�ll do it and you can�t stop
me.� Even as his words fell out of his mouth, Miroku wondered why he was
hurting her like this. He would never kill himself! He had suffered enough
under Naraku�s curse that the very idea that he would
willingly kill himself was ludicrous.
�Stop it,�
pleaded Sango finally. �I don�t want you to�� she whispered to the monk she had
loved for what seemed forever.
�You can�t
always get everything you want,� Miroku said with a nonchalant shrug.
�Why are you
doing this?� Sango cried out helplessly.
Miroku mutely
held up his stump.
�I know but��
Sango trailed off.
�By the way, I
never got around to telling you this but,� Miroku cleared his throat. �Our
engagement is over.�
Sango stared at
Miroku with disbelieving eyes. �What?� She shook her head, unable to grasp his
words.
�You don�t have
to marry me now,� Miroku said, not looking Sango in the eyes.
�I want to.�
�Why? I�m a
useless cripple,� Miroku said reasonably.
�I told you, I
want to marry you!� Sango said vehemently, unable to comprehend what was going
on.
�And I told you
that you can�t always get what you want.�
�Is this about
my hovering?� Sango asked in a small voice. �I�ll stop mothering you, I swear.�
�It�s not that.
I just need to move on,� Miroku explained.
Sango�s entire body seemed to freeze as the implications of
his statement echoed in his brain. ��.You want to
leave?�
The former monk
said nothing for a few minutes, staring at the floor. He shifted on his feet,
left to right and right to left, still unwilling to commit. Once I say it, I�ll have to do it, he
thought desperate and confused. I�ll have
to go. Don�t make me say it Sango. Just�wait for me to calm down�I can�t think
right now!
Sango saw none
of this uncertainty. The only thing she could see was that the man she loved
was leaving. My heart, she thought feeling short of breath. It can�t take this�
�Please�� she said
softly. Reaching out she grasped Miroku�s sleeve.
�Please please don�t leave me.�
Miroku
involuntarily closed his eyes. The pain reflecting back at him was too much; he
would be unable to resist her and only cause them both suffering and anger if
he stayed.
�I don�t want to
go,� he said wearily. �But I have no choice. This is something I have to do.�
�That�s
bullshit!� Sango burst out. �You don�t have to go!�
Miroku glared at
her. �What the hell do you know??� he hissed, yanking away from her. �You can
still function! What the hell am I supposed to do here Sango?� he asked her
furiously. �I can�t farm with one hand! I can�t be a monk anymore,
I don�t want to be a monk anymore! The gods don�t deserve my prayers!�
�Miroku!� Sango gasped as this unprecedented blasphemy.
�What the fuck
did they ever do for me?!?� Miroku shouted, lancing a long-suffering wound. �Nothing! My grandfather died, my father died and I lost my
hand to a demon! After all the years I was faithful and believed and prayed, I
got nothing in return! I worshipped them and got shit thrown in my face as a
thank you!!� Miroku turned and viciously ripped off the head of his Shakujou.
Throwing the golden circle into a corner, he looked at a shocked Sango. �I hate
them,� he whispered brutally. �I hate the gods. I hate the fates. I hate this
little village with its stupid people who want me to be what I was and can�t be
anymore. I hate them all. I just want to be left alone damn it.�
Sango stared at
Miroku, her face mirroring the horror she felt inside. �My god�you�re serious.
You hate the gods��
Miroku merely
looked at her with one sardonic eyebrow raised. �I don�t know why that shocks
you. After a trauma like having your own arm melt off, anyone would hate the
gods.�
�But not you,�
whispered Sango as she walked over to him slowly. A hand reached up to caress
his cheek and as it slid over his face, Miroku closed his eyes and turned his
head into her palm.
Sango, he thought
absently, pleasure at the little touch rushing through him. So sweet, so incredibly na�ve after
everything you�ve been through�
�You were always
so faithful, so good to everyone around you. You must believe in the gods,�
Sango continued.
A plan occurred
to Miroku, birthed from his depression and anxiety. It was devious, wrong in
every way and the only way he could leave without Sango following him.
�I know a way
you could convince me to stay,� Miroku whispered, eyes still closed.
The hand
stroking him paused. �How?�
Miroku took Sango�s hand and unhurriedly lowered it over his neck and
past his collarbone with a dirty smirk. Once she understood his intention,
Sango tried to jerk away but Miroku held tight to her small hand. He moved her
palm down the hard planes of his chest, slowly forced her to stroke his abdomen
until those callused female fingers clasped his rapidly engorging arousal.
Sango�s face was flaming.
�Miroku!� she hissed, scared and horrified, �let me go!�
�If you can�t
handle this, how do you intend to handle the rest?� he murmured, forcing her
fingers up and down his shaft.
�Let go�please
let go,� whimpered Sango, feeling her breath coming faster and something
unfamiliar and frightening curling in her stomach.
�Sleep with me
Sango�.�
�What?� Sango
stared into Miroku�s passion filled eyes. �You, you
can�t be serious.�
Miroku�s dick twitched under her hand, causing Sango to
squeak. He chuckled and leaned forward. �Oh, I�m quite serious,� he whispered
into her hair. �Sleep with me, let me into you, let me feel your heat and how
wet you can be. I want to hear you scream my name, I
want to come in you hard and fast. Let me and I won�t leave.�
An unknown
feeling pervaded Sango�s body at Miroku�s
words and husky voice. It was an odd sort of ache but too real and too
frightening to be contemplated. He�he�s serious?? Sango
questioned mentally, grasping at any hope.
He can�t be! My Miroku would never ask me to do that! He
loves me, he knows how much I want to wait. But, this
Miroku looks so certain. �If I don�t�?� Sango asked slowly.
�Then I�m gone,�
Miroku replied seriously. He allowed Sango to snatch her hand away from his
hungry groin. �I�ll leave.�
Sango stared at
him, searching his face for a familiar grin and the twinkling eyes that let her
know he was teasing her again. Nothing to denote levity was in his face and
Sango felt crushed.
�How could you
even suggest this?� she asked quietly, her hand resting on his chest.
Miroku smoothed
her hair and struggled to understand himself. I�I don�t know why. I just know that I�ve wanted you for so long but
never had enough to convince you to be with me...Miroku thought sadly. Now, I�ll never know. I certainly have
nothing to offer you now.
�Yes or no?� he
asked finally, not answering her.
Sango looked
away. Keep him here and lose my pride or
keep my honor and lose Miroku? She wondered anxiously. �Can I-?�
�Yes or no?� Miroku asked again, giving her no time to
consider.
Swallowing,
Sango waited a bit but finally nodded reluctantly. �All right,� she said
softly. �If you�ll stay, I�ll sleep with you.�
A minute passed
as the silence between the two got heavier and more tension filled.
�Never mind,�
Miroku said softly, scornfully.
A cold shudder
swept through Sango�s body. �I don�t understand,�
Sango ground out, more confused then she could ever remember.
�You should have
slapped me for that,� Miroku answered, frustrated and unhappy. �If this had
been before Naraku�s curse ending, you would have
knocked me unconscious for just taking your hand! But now, now you won�t even
yell at me for saying something so horrible!�
�Of course I
won�t hit you! You�ve been injured!� she shouted, a terrible misgiving filling
her mind. He wouldn�t do that to me, she
argued with herself. Don�t be silly,
Miroku wouldn�t do that! Yet the ugly suspicion wouldn�t leave.
�I�m sick of
being treated like I�m half dead,� Miroku said seriously. �I�m leaving.�
He attempted to
push by Sango but was stopped by a hand clutching the back of his robes.
�Answer me this
last question,� Sango said in a false calm. �Was that question you asked me a
test?�
�Yes,� Miroku
answered untroubled.
Rage gripped
Sango tightly in its implacable fist. �So, asking me to give up my values,

my honor, everything my father tried to teach me was just a test to you?� she
hissed.
Miroku rolled
his eyes. �Don�t make yourself the martyr here,� he
scoffed. �We both know you wouldn�t have actually done it.�
�LIAR!� shouted
Sango. �How dare you assume that it was nothing to me!
What you suggested was everything to me, it was a damn
symbol of what made me myself! How dare you test me like that!�
She had thought it hurt when he told her that he would leave. Now she knew what
a broken heart felt like. That he had disregarded everything that had formed
her truly broke her. Has he ever cared
for me beyond the girl he couldn�t get?. She used to think so but now,
nothing was clear anymore.
Miroku backed
away a step. �Sango, that�s not how I meant it.�
�I don�t care!
The fact that you had the audacity to do that- my god, you make me sick!� Sango
spat out. �I was willing to give up my virginity, my chances of marriage and
respectability for you! Only for you! And you throw it back in my face like it
was nothing! Like I�m nothing!!� Sango shouted, rage
coursing through her. She welcomed it. Familiar and comforting, the anger was a
salve on her pain and damaged feelings.
�Sango calm
down,� Miroku said worriedly. This fury was unexpected and there was a
recklessness in Sango�s eyes that was making the
former monk uneasy. �You�re becoming hysterical.�
�Shut up!� Sango yelled. Picking up a jar
she hurled it at the former monk. �Go away from me! Go to hell for all I care!�
He paused for a
moment. Apparently all that begging of me
to stay was just protestations. She�s grabbing the first chance she can to get
rid of me, Miroku realized bitterly.
How unsurprising. No one ever wants me to stay. I thought she did but I was
wrong. Wrong again.
The chance to
hurt her was in his hands, hurt her as she was killing him.
�I�m waiting,�
Sango said grimly, nostrils flared as if the very scent of his still charred
arm stump was repugnant to her.
It was that ever
so slightly wrinkled nose that decided him. In the back of his mind, Miroku
knew he would regret this as he would regret so much of this day but the
present was more important then future recriminations. �Just so you should
know,� Miroku said quietly, �I have asked Inuyasha and Kagome and there is no
such thing as demon slayers in Kagome-sama�s time.�
He could see the
whites of Sango�s eyes as they widened and a small
whine of denial escaped the taijya�s self-control.
�In fact,� Miroku continued ruthlessly, �Kagome said that she was shocked to
learn of the demon slayers as not a single mention of them is in any of the
ancient legends or histories.� Walking past the destroyed Sango, Miroku shot
one last sally. �It seems your culture was completely forgotten by the world.�
�Not true��
Sango denied weakly.
The horror of
what he had done to the woman he loved shot through Miroku and the urge to
gather her up, apologize and beg for forgiveness was strong. What�s wrong with me? Miroku thought
frantically. Why am I doing this?? I am
not this cruel! �Sango, that was
unforgivable and-�
Miroku was
silenced as Sango picked up the curtain of the doorway.
�You�re a liar. A lying and worthless homeless monk with nothing to offer anyone
except instructions on how to be hateful and deceitful. I won�t take
your word as the truth.�
Miroku stared at
Sango for a moment before stalking past her. �I�m leaving now. I don�t know
when I�ll be back,� he said tensely.
Sango didn�t flinch. �Go. I may not be here when you
return.�
Miroku�s lips pursed but he moved out of the doorway,
swallowing words of love, forgiveness and self reproach.
There was
nothing to be said and there was nothing to be done.
So we end. I knew it was too good to last, Miroku
thought, determined not to look back. Perhaps if he had looked back, he would
have seen Sango collapsed on the floor, clutching the doorway as her last
lifeline, biting her lip so hard it bled. The tears came down but not a sound
escaped her.
I am a
demon slayer! I have survived the deaths of my entire clan, the betrayal of my
younger brother, broken bones and bruises. I swear it, one man will not destroy
me, Sango vowed to herself, ignoring her grief.
She refused to
call him back, no matter how her heart was breaking.
He refused to
turn around, not matter how his heart was breaking.
********************
�Kagome, I�m
sorry but I�m right!� Inuyasha protested again as the pair walked back to Kaede�s village. The walk had been short and filled with
sharp words.
�Hmph!� Kagome sniffed and turned
her nose into the air.
�You look a lot
like Sesshomaru when you do that and it�s pissin� me
off!� snapped Inuyasha.
�Yeah, well you
piss me off with your highhanded attitude!� Kagome snapped back.
Inuyasha snorted
at this idiocy. My attitude is not high
handed. Sesshomaru�s is high handed! I�m just
putting you in your place! Wisely, Inuyasha decided that a simple �keh!� said all this for him.
About to further
reprimand Kagome, Inuyasha stopped as Miroku exited the hut.
Kagome stumbled
to a stop next to him, her attention also drawn to the oddly pensive man on the
hill. Warily looking at each other, Kagome and Inuyasha jogged toward their
friend. Miroku saw them and waved a lazy arm. He slowly walked to meet them.
�Hey,� Inuyasha
called out. �Has she calmed down?�
Miroku for an instant looked terribly frightened. The
expression was on his face for only a moment before a more usual composed look
settled onto his features. �No,� he answered succinctly. �She hasn�t calmed
down.� He walked into over to the hut where he sometimes slept and began
gathering his things.
�How mad is she?� Kagome asked after it became
clear Miroku was offering no further information.
�I�m leaving,�
Miroku announced, completely ignoring Kagome�s careful question.
Inuyasha�s eyes
flew open. What? He mentally grappled
for balance. Miroku can�t leave!
Kagome grabbed Miroku�s arm, shocked and frightened. �Why?� she asked.
�Are you so angry at us??�
Miroku yanked
his arm away. �Actually,� he said tightly, �it has nothing to do with any of
you. In fact,� he ground out as he stuffed dried herbs, foodstuff and a filled
water carrier into a pouch, �not everything I do revolves around you three.
Believe it or not but before I met all of you, I was doing fine on my own!�
Miroku jerked roughly on the sealing ties of his pouch and slung it over his
shoulder.
�But, but what
about Sango-chan?� Kagome said nervously. �Have you
told her?�
�She knows. She
doesn�t care,� Miroku replied simply as he picked up the remains of his Shakujou.
Kagome gaped. �That�s not true!� she protested
loudly. �She has to care!�
�No,� Miroku
said as if speaking to a child, �she doesn�t.�
�This is
ridiculous,� Kagome said vehemently. �Everyone knows she loves you and you love
her.�
�Well,� Miroku
replied sardonically, �everyone is wrong.�
�This is bullshit,� Inuyasha stated arms
crossed and an obstinate look on his face. �You can�t just pick up and leave
the group.�
�Why not?� Miroku snorted sounding terribly amused. �There
is no more reason for our group to exist. Naraku is
defeated, my wind tunnel is gone. I don�t really care what you do about the Shikon no Tama.� Miroku slung his rucksack over a shoulder.
�You tell me Inuyasha why I can�t leave the group.�
The half demon
studied Miroku intently for a few minutes. No one spoke and not a sound was
made as Inuyasha made his leisurely perusal of Miroku. He noticed Miroku�s clenched hand, the lines between his eyes and the
tightness of his mouth. Inuyasha saw the stiffness of his shoulders and the too
bright look in indigo eyes. He doesn�t
want to leave, the hanyou concluded. But then why is he�?
A light shining
from Sango�s hut on the hill went out abruptly.
Ah�that�s the problem. Poor Miroku, Inuyasha
commiserated as everything became clear. He understood what internal conflict
inside Miroku was prompting this leave-taking as he had felt it himself. It was
this understanding that led Inuyasha to agree with the monk. Feeling his heart
twist inside him, Inuyasha acknowledged privately that his friend the priest
was going to leave and it was unlikely they would ever meet again.
�You�re right.
There�s nothing holding you back here,� Inuyasha agreed. Sometimes the only way to survive is to leave. Being intact and
miserable is better then with someone and torn apart. �But it�s late. Why
don�t you stay one last night?� Inuyasha said reasonably.
Beside him,
Kagome squawked in outrage. Is he out of
his mind!?!? the modern girl thought in horror. He�s just going to let Miroku leave??
�No,� Miroku replied softly. Against his will,
he glanced at the lightless hut containing the woman who had rebuffed him.
Seeing those dark windows was like getting kicked in the stomach.
�Shippou isn�t
even back yet,� Inuyasha admonished. �You�re gonna
leave without saying goodbye to the runt?�

�Guess so,� Miroku admitted. He shot Inuyasha a wry look. �Since when did you
become so sneaky, trying to get me to stay one extra night when you know I�ll
never leave if not now?�
Inuyasha
shrugged, oddly pleased that someone had noticed how clever he had tried to be.
�No idea.�
Miroku settled a
rainhat on his back and sighed deeply. He gazed at the
two people who had come to be his best friends and released a gentle smile to
counteract their worried expressions. �I�ll be fine,� he soothed. �Maybe one
day we�ll even see each other again.�
Kagome started
crying, unable to be brave at this sudden dismantling of her world.
�I don�t
understand,� she choked out. �Why are you going??�
Miroku put a
hand on her should comfortingly. �Because I have to,� he answered plainly. �I
need to figure out who I am without my kazaana. If I
stay here, I really might kill myself� I know I have things left to do, a
purpose out there, somewhere away from here. I have to find that purpose.�
�You�re still
Miroku,� Kagome whispered.
Miroku merely
smiled a fake platitude and began walking down a dark road. It was odd to see
him going and not hear the bells of his staff ring.
Inuyasha placed
a hand on Kagome�s shoulder and squeezed. Unbidden, she threw herself into his
arms and, uncomfortable as usual with physical intimacy, Inuyasha could only
awkwardly pat her on the back. Undeterred, Kagome cried for herself, for all
her decaying friendships but most of all for stupid, foolish Sango who allowed
happiness to walk away.
Miroku never
looked back, disappearing from sight silently.
*******************
Kagome blearily
rubbed at her eyes. Crying yourself to
sleep, though wonderfully dramatic, was not the smartest thing you could have
done, she admonished herself. Her eyes felt like they had been stripped of
all moisture and her eyelids were sandpaper. �Ugh,� she mumbled. Where the heck is the water in here? Not
feeling comfortable with sleeping next to an obviously furious Sango, Kagome
had elected to sleep in an abandoned hut and had no idea where the water
container she had filled was.
At least I had somewhere to stay. Never say
that the high death rate nowadays never served a purpose, she joked
morbidly to herself. Blaming the early hour for the tasteless joke, Kagome
located the recalcitrant lost water pitcher and took a deep drink. Sighing with
satisfaction, she mentally prepared herself to tell Sango what Miroku had done.
Poor girl, Kagome sympathized. She�s going to be so upset.
Emerging from
the hut, she spied an odd sight. Inuyasha was tapping his foot and gesturing
wildly at a silent Sango. �Hey, good morning,� Kagome called out calmly.
�Shut up!�
snapped Sango.
There was only
one reason why Sango would be so furious so early in the morning. What did you do? Kagome�s eyes
questioned as she looked at Inuyasha. The annoyed hanyou
scowled and stormed away from the demon slayer.
�I�ve been
arguing with her for the last half hour!� Inuyasha complained loudly. �I can�t
take it anymore!�
�I never asked
for your opinion so if you had shut up, we wouldn�t have been arguing in the
first place,� Sango retorted.
�If you weren�t
making stupid decisions, I wouldn�t interfere!�
�It�s a good
decision and I�m sick of hearing this garbage from you,� Sango said grimly.
�Get out of the way.�
�Make me!� jeered
Inuyasha, believing in his own omnipotence.
With nary an
apparent qualm, Sango spun Hiraikotsu at her traveling companion. Dodging at
the last moment, Inuyasha merely got clipped by the gigantic boomerang. From
his sprawl on the ground, the hanyou gaped at Sango
in disbelief.
�What the hell
was that for?!?� he shouted, face pale at the very close call.
�I�m pissed
because you�re an idiot,� spat Sango.
�Sango!� Kagome shouted, running to Inuyasha�s side. �What�s
wrong with you?!�
�She has her frickin� monthly bleeding!�
Inuyasha roared, pushing himself off the ground. �It�s got her in a pissy bitch mood!!�
Kagome felt her
face flame. �Inuyasha SIT!!� With a solid thump, the half demon was
flattened to the ground.
�Oh spare me,�
drawled Sango coldly to her flabbergasted friend. �I don�t need your type of
help.�
Kagome exchanged
another questioning look with the squashed half demon, unaware of how their
silent communication served to further upset Sango.
�Um, I don�t
mean to pry Sango-chan but�are you okay?� Kagome
asked hesitantly.
Sango looked at the girl from the future and
had to restrain herself from slapping her silly. �You let him go.�
Kagome sighed. Oh dear� �We had to. We couldn�t force Miroku to stay here.�
�You could have,� Sango whispered insistently.
�Inuyasha could have knocked him out, you could have talked some sense into
him�he wouldn�t have gone.�
Inuyasha pulled
his face from the ground and snarled up at the morose demon slayer, �He wanted
to leave! Why don�t you two get it? He wanted to go.�
�You know, I
just don�t care,� Sango said firmly, shaking off her depression and worry.
�He�s no longer my concern, not after that stunt he pulled last night.�
�Sango, what did
he do?� Kagome asked cautiously, exchanging a glance with Inuyasha.
Sango smiled
brightly but knew from the worried expressions on Kagome�s face that she had
fooled no one. �He wanted to make a deal.�
Knowing she
would dislike the answer, Kagome asked anyway. �What sort of deal?�
With a calm
fa�ade, Sango explained what had happened in the time before Miroku left.
Shocked and
horrified, Inuyasha and Kagome listened helplessly while Sango described Miroku
groping and propositioning her.
�And then,�
Sango finished with a hollow laugh, �when I agreed, he turned me down and said
I wasn�t good enough.�
Inuyasha cursed
violently. This was unlike the Miroku who had pissed him off so many times.
What he had done to Sango was dishonorable and completely out of character. But then we�ve all been out of sorts since Naraku died, Inuyasha realized grimly.
�Oh Sango,� said
Kagome, placing a hand on her friends shoulder. �I�m sure you misunderstood.�
�I didn�t,�
Sango replied harshly. �I�ve been thinking about this for a while and well, I
know what I should do. With myself I mean.� Sango looked away hesitatingly. �I
don�t know if it�s because of last night but I don�t think so.�
�You�re not
making any sense,� Inuyasha snapped, apprehension shortening his already brief
grip on his temper. Please don�t let this
be what I think it is.
�Sango? �.What are you saying?�
Kagome asked, dread roiling in her stomach.
�I made a
promise and I�ve put it off long enough. Kohaku is
dead, everyone in my family is dead, my entire village is dead and it�s all
because of Naraku. I made a promise I would see him
dead. Now that he is,� Sango trailed off. Suddenly, her head shot up and she
stared her friends bravely directly into their eyes. �I�m leaving.�
�You too??�
blurted Inuyasha thoughtlessly, aware only of his fury. �What
the fuck?!?�
Sango glared
wordlessly. Inuyasha glared back. Too
many people are leaving, he thought apprehensively. Why now?
�You can�t!!�
Kagome protested.
�I have to. I
promised my family and I�ve delayed long enough. I must rebuild my village and
keep the traditions as I learned them.� Sango looked at her devastated friends
closely. �Do you understand? Do you see? I can�t abandon the dead like I�ve
been doing.�
�You�re running
away,� Inuyasha accused. �You�re just scared that if you stay here and Miroku
returns, he�ll think you waited for him and brave demon slayers wait for no
one,� Inuyasha finished with a sneer.
�Don�t say his
name,� Sango commanded. �He�s dead to me.�
�If he was, you
wouldn�t be running like a coward with your tail between your legs,� argued
Inuyasha.
Sango straightened
her shoulders and looked the half demon in his yellow eyes. �Don�t piss me
off,� she threatened quietly. �I am the last of the demon slayers. I have
killed full demons stronger and craftier then you. A mere half demon would be
no challenge for me.�
Growling heatedly
at this slur, Inuyasha fingered Tetsusaiga.
�Inuyasha, stop
it!� Kagome cried. �Not now!�
Reluctantly,
Inuyasha stepped back. Sango smirked at him.
�Sango, can�t
you rebuild the village here?� Kagome interrupted their posturing.
�I could,� the
demon slayer answered honestly. �I don�t want to.�
�Why not?� asked
Kagome urgently. �You were happy here! It�s a nice
place.�
Sango looked at
her friend with dead eyes. �When were you planning on telling me?�
Kagome sighed
and shifted uncomfortably. �When you realized. I was
just so-�
Inuyasha slapped
a hand over Kagome�s mouth, uncaring of the furious glare in the schoolgirl�s
eyes that promised unholy retribution. �She�s not talking about Miroku,�
Inuyasha said urgently. �This is about what we were arguing about earlier.�
Kagome eased
away from the half demon, obviously confused. �Well what are you talking about,
Sango?�
�About my legacy. About the demon slayers,� Sango stated
with clenched fists. �I�m talking about how we don�t exist in your time. I�m
talking about how we aren�t even some stupid legend or tale. I�m talking about
how the world forgot our sacrifices,� Sango snarled as the injustice of it
gained new depth in her mind.
Kagome took a
step back. �How did you-? Who told you about-?� she stammered.
�You won�t even
deny it. I suppose that means it�s true,� Sango said quietly. �When were you
going to tell me? After you finished laughing behind my back? All this time,
you�ve encouraged me to follow my dream of rebuilding my village and all of you
knew that nothing was going to come of it.�
�It wasn�t a
conspiracy,� Kagome said, grabbing Sango�s hand. �No
one was laughing.�
Though she
pulled away, Sango listened desperate to know that not everyone had betrayed
her at once.
�Who was I to take
away your dream?� Kagome asked quietly. �Who was I to say whether or not you
would succeed? I couldn�t determine your fate by telling you that according to
my time, your sect never existed. Maybe my telling you that was what stopped
the slayer from reemerging,� Kagome said seriously. It was obvious she had
given the matter consideration; her voice was too somber and her words too
cohesive for these to be spontaneous thoughts.
�Who told you?�
Inuyasha asked fists clenched. �Sango
who told you?� He was obviously furious and trying to contain himself. After all the time we hid the knowledge from
her, who would have said something?
The demon slayer
looked cynically amused. �Who do you think?� she replied with a humorless
chuckle.
�That damn
bastard,� swore Inuyasha, fingering Tetsusaiga eagerly. Kagome winced. She
hadn�t thought Miroku capable of the cruelty he had shown this past day.
Sango sighed
heavily, her shoulders sagging under a new burden. �It doesn�t matter. I have a
duty to perform.�
�You won�t
reconsider?� Kagome asked.
Sango seemed to
consider for a moment before shaking her head. �As far as I can see it, the
dead are the only loyal people I know. They would have told me sooner and they
would not have kept such news to themselves. I owe them my allegiance. Not you,
not Inuyasha and certainly not that monk.�
Kagome flinched.
�You tell me
Kagome,� challenged Sango in an unknowing parody of Miroku�s
earlier departure. �You tell me why I should stay.�
Helplessly,
Kagome shrugged. �Because we need you here. We�ll miss
you and we want your company. You�ll only have the dead in your old village.
You can�t talk to the dead, you can�t laugh with the dead, and you can�t love
with the dead��
Sango picked up
her few belongings, packed and ready to go. �You don�t understand. I have no
wish to do any of those things with you either. I�m alone either way. Why not
do something useful if I�m going to be on my own?�
Ignoring Kagome�s
tear filled eyes and Inuyasha�s threats, Sango calmly
packed up some essentials for traveling. Without uttering another word, Sango
picked up Hiraikotsu and leapt up onto Kirara�s back. Despite, the protests of the demon cat,
Sango began the long journey to her home village and the pointless task she had
set herself to.
I may be alone, I may be broken but I am not
defeated, she swore to herself. I
will see the demon slayers resurrected. I will see them thrive. No one can stop
me and anyone who tries, I will gladly kill.
*******************
As the days
passed, Inuyasha and Kagome abided by a silent rule of pretend. Both acted as
if Sango and Miroku were only going to be gone for a short while. The absence
of the two travelers left a hole in the fabric of village life. A woman would
giggle and Inuyasha would think Miroku was up to his usual lechery before
remembering that the monk was gone. Kagome would hear a cat mewl and smile
ecstatically before realizing that Sango and Kirara
hadn�t returned.
Busy with all
the pretend, it was understandable that it took Inuyasha and Kagome a few days
to realize that the little kitsune who had been with them longest was
missing.
�Shippou!!!� Kagome called out as the forest was searched.
�Runt! Get your ass back here!� bellowed Inuyasha. �You
don�t and I�ll whap you so hard, your head will fall off!!�
Kagome gave him
an exasperated and disgusted look.
�What?� Inuyasha
asked defensively. �What�d I do?�
�Do you honestly
expect him to come back if you�re threatening him?� she asked, hands on her
hips.
Inuyasha
shrugged eloquently. �Could work.�
�Not likely,�
Kagome disagreed with a shake of her head. �Why don�t you keep following the trail. Is it almost fresh?�
Inuyasha sighed
but inhaled deeply again. It was faint but there- the familiar scent of one
kitsune cub. �He went this way,� Inuyasha muttered and he led the way closer to
the missing child.
Kagome began
calling Shippou�s name again and Inuyasha looked for
clues. It had been this way for the last six hours since a panicked Kagome had
realized that Shippou hadn�t been back in three days. As the little youkai had never stayed away this long, she was
understandably nervous.
�Shippou! I have pocky and ninja
food in every flavor! Come out!� Kagome bribed at the top of her lungs.
�Shippou! Where are you?� Inuyasha yelled, searching
underneath tree roots and in branches.
Kagome crouched
at a brook and took a sip of water. My
legs are killing me, she groused mentally. Where is he? Why won�t he come out?
Crouching next
to her, Inuyasha rubbed the back of his neck. �Why don�t we go back to the
village?� he suggested. �We can eat and then quickly come back here. We won�t
have to stop or anything because he�s not here.�
�You can�t smell
him here, can you?� came the hushed question.
�The scent is stone
cold. At least a couple of days old,� admitted Inuyasha reluctantly.
�I knew it,�
groaned Kagome, dropping her head into her hands. After a moment, she raised
her head. �All right. Back to the
village. I�m starving.�
Not a word was
said on the way back, each too preoccupied with mental images of what could
happen to a tiny kitsune in a dangerous forest alone.
�Put me down by
the river,� Kagome suggested once the village was in view. �I need to refill
some pitchers.�
Inuyasha
shrugged and let her down. With a leap he was able to stomp inside the hut and
dropped to the ground to lean his back against the wall.
�Have ye heard
nothing of the little one?� Kaede asked anxiously.
Inuyasha mutely
shook his head.
�Oh dear. This cannot be good. An ominous feeling in this��
Kaede murmured.
�Inuyasha!�
Both Kaede and
the half demon turned in surprise as Kagome pushed aside the curtain door.
�Inuyasha, look
at this!� Kagome demanded, fighting a losing battle with tears. She shoved a
paper under his nose.
Carefully taking
the paper, Inuyasha felt his eyes widen. This was not good�
A carefully
rendered crayon drawing proclaimed this to be Shippou�s
work and in it were the six members of the shard hunting party. Miroku was in
his purple robes but now sported huge claws and fangs, a stump that glared an angry
red. His mouth was full of sharp teeth and deeply furrowed eyebrows were above
blood red eyes. It was a dark and angry Miroku that Shippou had captured. In
thick black wax, huge crayon scribbles covered the monk almost completely.
At the almost unseeable Miroku�s feet was
Sango. Her shirt was open and copious amounts of red were pouring from a gaping
hole in her chest. She was obviously dying. Kirara
was next to Sango, clearly dead with all four paws in the air. However, the
crayon Sango was ignoring this, only looking at the black mass that was Miroku.
Kagome was on
the lower left hand corner of the page with a scary looking Inuyasha at her
side. Though neither sported any ferocious looking body parts, they had eyes
only for the drama taking place above them. Concentrating only on the Miroku
and Sango drawings, the Inuyasha and Kagome pictures
were standing on a wailing Shippou. Blue marks denoting tears erupted from the
crayon Shippou�s eyes and created an ocean that was
swallowing the bottom of the page.
The picture was
obvious but potent.
�Shit�.,�
muttered Inuyasha. �The runt thinks we hate him.�
�Turn the page
around,� said Kagome in a choked voice. �Turn the drawing over.�
Almost afraid of
what he would see, Inuyasha flipped the paper. Quickly reading the words, he
could hear Kagome disintegrating into tears next to him.
Dear everyone, the words said, You hurt my
feelings and I realized that you don�t care about me. I was crying by the
village river and a kitsune family came to me. They liked me and said they�d
adopt me. I�m going with them. I was always in the way here. Now you can all do
whatever you want without me. Don�t come looking for me. I don�t want to see
you. Shippou.
�We have to go
get him,� sobbed Kagome. �We can�t just let him go.�
�Calm thyself,� shushed Kaede. �We must plan a course of action
that will lead to the kit, not sit and cry.�
�I
know,� Kagome said with a valiant effort to stop weeping. �So what are we going
to-�
�Kagome,�
Inuyasha interrupted uncomfortably. So
many things about Shippou�s trial make sense now.
�If he is with a kitsune family, then there�s no way we�ll be able to find him.
Kitsune are the trickiest and the slyest of all youkai.
I wondered how Shippou was able to mask his scent at some points in the forest.
He�s a tricky enough brat on his own but he�s not that good. Full grown kitsunes though�� Inuyasha trailed off. �I�ll try but
there�s gonna be very little I can do.�
Kagome looked at
him in horror. �No�.�
�This is what
small youkai do, hide their scent trails. It�s a
hunter and hunted thing. Usually, the larger an animal youkai
is, the stupider it gets. The smaller animal youkai
are among the smartest of the youkai. Kitsune�s are the best out there,� Inuyasha said with a
sigh.
�What are you
saying?� Kagome asked quietly.
�It�s already
been a couple of days. The chances of us finding him are really small.�
�I don�t care!�
Kagome shouted with a stubborn look on her face. �I want to find him.�
�All right,�
Inuyasha agreed.
It was useless.
Shippou had left
no trail for them to follow. The pair searched for a week, wandering far away
from the village and scrutinizing every bush, hill, tree, rock and shrub.
Returning
exhausted to Kaede�s, Kagome and Inuyasha collapsed
inside a hut.
�Have ye found
him?� Kaede asked fretfully.
Kagome said
nothing, merely turning her head away from the rheumy old eyes.
�No Kaede-baba. We can�t find him. He�s gone,� Inuyasha
admitted quietly.
Next to him,
Kagome curled up on the floor, sobbing.
Kaede
straightened slowly. �I be in my hut if there is
reason for me,� the old miko said softly. A tear snaked
down a wrinkled cheek but neither Inuyasha nor Kagome
noticed.
�What is going on??�
Kagome wept. �Why is everything going wrong?!?�
�I don�t know,�
Inuyasha said, unsure of what he should be saying or what he should be doing. Why can�t comforting have to do with
killing? he thought despondently. I�m good at that. He would love to
confront a demon about anything right now and put his entire being into the
battle. The ache of his muscles, the weight of Tetsuiga
and the threat of death would be a welcome reprieve from his thoughts.
Kagome sniffed
as memories of Shippou�s cheerful sweetness bombarded
her. Shippou smiling, Shippou tricking Inuyasha, Shippou defending her while
his knees shook, he was gone now and would never do any of it again.
Unbidden, scenes of the comradely affection
she had shared with her departed friends invaded her mind. All
six of them arguing about bathing, playing games to pass the time, sleeping in
a circle around a campfire, laughing and teasing one another- never again.
I only have Inuyasha now, Kagome thought
as a combination of stress and loneliness worked its way though her body. He�s all I have left. My
only friend. Is he going to leave too? She wondered as a feeling not
unlike effervescent bubbles shot through her stomach.
He can�t leave, she thought desperately.
With a lunge,
Kagome clambered onto Inuyasha�s lap, ignoring his shocked gasps and strangled
protests. Tucking her head into the crook of his neck, she whispered, �Please
don�t leave me. I won�t be able to handle it. Don�t leave��
�I�m not!�
Inuyasha objected. �But, but you�re on my lap�� He squirmed underneath her.
Tightening her hold around him, Kagome burrowed her nose into the vee of his top. Inuyasha�s breath hitched and, unknown to
Kagome, his fists clenched at his sides.
As minutes
passed, Kagome relaxed. It was reassuring to feel another human being, a person
who wasn�t running off.
�Um, are you getting
off now?� Inuyasha asked his voice audibly nervous.
Kagome blinked
up at him and shifted. Curiously, an unfamiliar object poked her bottom. Tetsusaiga�s hilt? she thought
absently, still consumed with thoughts of Shippou. No, it�s much thicker. Wider too. What on
earth�?
Eye flying open,
Kagome understood. What she was sitting on became clear and all thoughts of old
companions left her in the rush of realization. Feeling her face flush a deep
red, Kagome knew she should be jumping off the hanyou
as quickly as possible. Yet, her body didn�t move.
A daring plan
was created in an instant. It was a definite gamble. She could lose it all or
win everything.
�I asked if you
were planning on moving anytime soon,� Inuyasha grumbled, trying to not breathe
in Kagome�s alluring scent or feel the softness of her breasts as they pressed
against him.
There�s no going back, Kagome cautioned
herself but her arms were already moving to twine around Inuyasha�s neck.
�Kagome!� Inuyasha said in surprise. �What, what are you
doing?�
�Insurance,� she admitted softly as she
pressed her lips against his.
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A/N: Dum dum
dum dum!!! Cliffahnger! Gee, I wonder what�s going to happen next! Well,
I hope you liked it. I know everyone is out of character. However, in my
defense I�d like to say that Miroku just lost an arm and think of this- how
much can a cripple do a primarily agrarian culture like ancient Japan?
Not a damn lot.
Sango is just reacting like that because he almost died and
he is the one person she loves who is alive. Shippou is a kid, hurt and
terrified and Kagome�s always emotional
Inuyasha was terribly OOC but forgive me. He just came out
that way. Personally, I cannot believe someone who can survive for so long on
their own can be as stupid as some people portray him. Tactless?
Hell yes but not stupid.
I hope you liked it!!!
Sorry for the long wait!!! Review anyways!!
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