InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ An InuYasha Episode-Like Story ❯ Evening Visions ( Chapter 1 )

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InuYasha, Miroku, Kagome, Sango, and Shippo have stopped to get some nice, long-awaited sleep. But are their dreams peaceful or are they nightmares?

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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Fantasy / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.21.2004 | Updated On: 10.01.2004 | Pages: 8 | Words: 18.0K | Visits: 592 | Status: Completed

ÿþEvening Visions

InuYasha?

Kagome s voice called to the dog-eared hanyou from behind him. He stopped walking.

Her tone of voice told him she had been thinking for a while, and planned to ask him a question.

He usually didn t like the questions she asked him, but he answered them nonetheless. What?

Would . . . Um . . . What would you do if you found out that Kikyo were still alive?

Of all things to ask him. He knew there was no correct answer to this. If he answered that

he wouldn t do anything, she d know he was lying. But if he said anything about searching for

her or trying to find out the truth, she d get mad. She had him stuck, with one simple question.

This was why he hated questions. I...don t know. This isn t the time to be worrying about that.

We have a Shikon shard to find.

Oh . . . Right . . . Kagome wasn t satisfied. Figures. She was hard to please. But he

didn t dare say anything more, unwilling to risk hurting her with the truth, the reality that he

couldn t forget Kikyo, he couldn t forget his first love. Tension lingered in the air. He shouldn t

have dodged the question so indirectly, but he couldn t answer it truthfully.

InuYasha? Not again . . .

What now? He turned to look at her. Her brown eyes stared into his own golden ones.

I know it s a lot to ask, and may seem kind of strange, but . . . She paused to figure out

how to word what she wanted to say. InuYasha waited anxiously. She was taking forever.

Will you hold me?

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Sango was walking through a village, alone. It looked vaguely familiar, as if she had

been there once before, when she was little. She looked around, and before she knew it, she was

in front of a huge mansion. The owner of it was young, well dressed, meaning he was rich, and

resembled someone she knew. He was looking at a sheathed sword, but he sensed he was being

watched and looked up. The moment he saw her, he ran toward Sango with his arms open, as if

he wanted to hug her. It s YOU! It s really you! You ve come back to me!

He ran up to her and threw his arms around her. She took a step backwards to brace

herself. She began to blush, noticing a villager or two stop to watch. Who did this mysteriously

familiar man think he was? He was embarrassing her in front of others, yet he didn t seem to

care. How did he know her? Or better yet, how did she know him?

Oh, how I ve missed you all these years! He released his hold on her. She felt the need

to slap him, a feeling that also seemed familiar in a different way.

Um, excuse me . . . who are you? Maybe if he told her a name it would jog a memory.

You don t remember? My name is Takeda Kuranosuke. I am the, as you recalled last

time we encountered, snotty prince who has admired you and your abilities for years. Last time

we saw each other, we parted with the words that you would return here when you had achieved

your goal of defeating the demon who troubled you.

So that was who he was. Memories flooded back to Sango. But she still felt empty. She

longed for a certain person, but it wasn t this man. And the demon was without a doubt Naraku.

Was she at this village because she had defeated him? What was going on here?

I also recall that last time you and I were beside each other there were other people?

What happened to them, if you don t mind my asking? Sango s head began to hurt. She began

to long for that person more and more by the second. She didn t want to answer his question

because she didn t know the answer herself. She had a strong feeling the person she longed for

was one of the people she was with. If she could remember this prince in front of her, why

couldn t she remember who she had previously traveled with?

By the look on her face, I think we can both agree that she does mind. A strange man s

voice came from behind her. It brought relief to her, thought she didn t know why. She turned

around to see a man in a purple and dark blue attire, with beautiful violet eyes and his short

black hair pulled into a ponytail close to the bottom of his head. He carried a bronze staff topped

with a golden, circular, sharp decoration. She knew right away this monk was the person she

was longing for. But she still didn t know who he was.

But Kuranosuke was finding out for her. Who are you? You look familiar, yet I get a

foreboding feeling just from looking at you. Who are you to not only intrude on my village but

interrupt my conversation?

All I should need to say is that my name is Miroku. My turn to question, only I direct

my question to Sango. He turned to face her. His face looked hopeful as he asked, Sango, do

you remember me? Sango suddenly felt a feeling of joy rush over her. He knew the answers to

the questions she had asked herself! She rushed forward and threw her arms around Miroku, and

for some unknown reason, gained all her memories back.

Yes. I know exactly who you are. You are my Houshi-sama. And I am Sango, your wife

and soon-to-be child bearer!

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Kagome gave up on number thirteen and looked at fourteen. If angle A is congruent to

angle B, and angle C equals eighty degrees, what do angles A and B equal? Kagome was

already frustrated with the test she was failing, and now this? Who cares what they equal? This

was one of the easier questions on the test, but thanks to her time traveling, she had missed the

day when the class was taught the method of solving this problem. And she hadn t understood

her friend s notes when she had copied them. She took a few more seconds to try to understand

how she could solve the problem, but these few precious seconds were interrupted.

Pencils down. The exam is now over. Please turn the test over and wait for me to collect

it from your desk.

Kagome panicked. Her time was up, and she had left over half of them blank because

she had no idea how to solve them. The teacher walked past her desk and took the test from her

hands. She put her head down on her desk. She had failed yet another Geometry test. What was

she going to do now? It was clear she couldn t juggle the responsibility of trying to live in two

different times. Would she finally be forced to choose one?

Kagome-sama? Are you all right? You don t look so good. It was her friends, looking

her way, concerned. She wanted to answer them, but she couldn t lie and say yes, yet she didn t

want to worry them.

Not really . . . I didn t do so good on that test . . . I didn t understand the notes.

Bad luck, one of them replied, cuz that was just a 15-problem warm-up. We re taking

the final, 50 question one right now.

Just my luck . . . Kagome s stomach began to hurt. She didn t have to think much to

figure out why. She needed to do something to lower her stress level. But she didn t have time to

come up with any ways to do so, because the teacher began passing papers out the class once

again. Sure enough, it was a 50-question test. Her stomach lurched, and she couldn t help but

gag. Maybe it wasn t stress. Good thing she didn t eat breakfast this morning.

Um, excuse me, Mr. Sakamota, I don t feel very well. Could I go to the nurse s office?

If you must, but keep in mind that you won t be excused from the final. Bring me the

papers I handed you and come get a pass. Kagome followed orders and stepped outside the

classroom. She stared at the ground, her arm around her pain-filled stomach as she walked down

the hall. But she didn t get very far before she bumped into someone.

Oops, I m sorry, I wasn t looking . . . She stammered. She looked up at the obstacle in

her way, only to see a boy in a bright red fire rat suit in her face. He had long, black hair, a

beaded necklace, and glaring, dark eyes that reflected anger.

Watch where you re going! Oh . . . Kagome. InuYasha s face changed once he

realized who had bumped into him. Heh, what luck, now I don t have to find something called

Class B, you came to me instead!

InuYasha, what are you doing here?! Kagome also wondered why he was human, but

felt it was best not to ask . . . yet.

Feh! You always ask questions . . . anyway, don t you think it s about time you come

back? You said you d be back in three days four days ago! So I m here to drag your pathetic butt

back! We ve got a Shikon shard to find! So that was it. He d come to fetch her. Like some kind

of toy or something.

So that s all you came here for? To drag me back through the well?

What do you mean, that s all? You ve been here longer than you said you would be!

The fight continued until Kagome had had enough. Fine! Whatever! Sit boy!

Ggghh! WHAM! InuYasha hit the ground hard and fast. Unluckily, the sound caused

by Kagome s words was so loud that half the school had probably heard it. A teacher came out

of her class room. InuYasha was still on the ground.

What is going on here? She looked from Kagome to InuYasha, who was still laying

face down on the ground. Who is that student? And what the heck is he wearing? Where s his

school uniform?

Um . . . Ano . . . He s not a student . . . Kagome struggled to find words. Her stomach

began to ache again. She suddenly remembered she had been on her way to the office when

she d bumped into him. He s here to pick me up. I called home sick from my teacher s class

and my brother here had to come pick me up so I could go home.

Uh-huh . . . She didn t seem to believe her. So why is he on the ground? Great. How

could she explain that one? InuYasha stood up and looked at her. She wondered why he hadn t

gotten up earlier rather than lie on the ground for that long.

Uh, well, you see . . . he s very clumsy. The idea had suddenly appeared in her mind,

and she blurted it without thinking.

Who are YOU calling clumsy?! She had made him angry. Hopefully he d just keep his

mouth shut for now, not say anything stupid . . . You re the one who made me fall and we both

know it! So much for not saying anything stupid.

What s your name, young lady? Kagome looked at the ground. Great job, InuYasha.

With luck she d only get detention. Then it hit her. She couldn t get in trouble if she didn t use

her name. It s Sango. She glared at InuYasha, willing him to say something. He got the

message, but stared at her with a blank face.

Your whole name? Great. She hadn t thought of a second name. What could she use?

Miroku Sango. It may have sounded weird, but it was better than saying Higurashi Kagome

and getting detention for the first time in her life.

The teacher pulled a small notepad and pen from the purse at her side and wrote a note.

Well, Miss . . . Sango . . . Give this to your mother, and go ahead and leave. But next time your

brother is sent to pick you up, I should hope you will behave more appropriately. She handed

Kagome the note and walked away down the hall. Kagome let out a sigh of relief before turning

on InuYasha. But she didn t want to yell at him in school and get into trouble from another

teacher in class. She started walking away, knowing he d follow her. He did.

Once they were outside of the school s front gates and out of view of anyone from the

school, she stopped walking and turned around. Why did you have to do that?! I almost got

detention! Or worse, I could have been suspended! And all because you had to open your big

mouth!

You were the one who got yourself in trouble! And what about that name you gave her?

Miss Miroku Sango?

I only had to do that because YOU wouldn t keep your mouth shut!

Feh.

SIT boy!

Ggghhh! WHACK. It looked and sounded like it hurt more now than it had in the

school. What the hell?! Stop doing that!

Sit boy.

Augh!! WHAM. Will You STOP it!?

Sit sit sit sit sit sit!!!! WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM. InuYasha didn t

move. He didn t open his mouth. He didn t even get up. Maybe she d taken it a little too far. But

she wasn t that concerned yet.

A minute passed. Still no movement. Then it hit her. Maybe his human form couldn t

handle hitting the concrete so many times. She kneeled down and flipped him onto his back. He

had fallen unconscious.

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Miroku was walking at the back of the group. They were walking through a forest. He got

a strange feeling that something bad was going to happen. As he looked around the forest, he

started to fall behind. Kirara noticed, turned around, and let out a small cry. Sango looked at her

cat, then followed its gaze to Miroku. Something wrong, Houshi-sama?

No, not really. It s just this forest. I feel like something s wrong with it, like it isn t

really as empty as it seems to be. She looked concerned. He could see by her confused look that

she didn t feel the same way. He looked to see if maybe InuYasha or Kagome felt the same way

and noticed that they hadn t stopped. Sango hadn t noticed yet. Well . . . we should try to catch

up. It s probably nothing. He smiled to try and relieve her worry. It seemed to work, so they ran

a bit to catch up with the others. As they were running, Miroku s right hand began to hurt. Badly.

He hoped it wasn t what he was thinking of. He stopped running and looked at it. A wind was

beginning to pick up. Not good.

He turned around and ran away from the others. The last thing he needed was not only to

be pulled into his wind tunnel, but to have everyone else pulled in as well. Sango had noticed his

change of direction. Houshi-sama? Where are you going? Please don t follow me, especially

not you, Sango! He looked over his shoulder. She had gotten InuYasha and Kagome s attention,

and they had all started following him.

NO! Stay BACK!!! He felt the prayer beads that sealed his hand shatter. They were still

following him. InuYasha was gaining on him. They didn t notice the wind that was beginning to

grow in strength. This was bad . . . really bad. If they didn t stop following him, it would be the

end for all of them. He had to lose them. He jumped off of the path and kept running, dodging

trees as fast as he could. He hadn t run for very long before he saw light flash from his hand. It

started to pull him in, rather than just the leaves and rocks that it grabbed from the ground while

he ran. InuYasha was just behind him, but saw the light flash and stopped. Miroku kept running,

and it wasn t long before a good distance had grown between the two of them.

Miroku came to a clearing in the forest and looked at his hand. It was completely gone.

In less than a minute, his arm up to his elbow had disappeared. It didn t hurt by itself, but when

he tried to resist being pulled in, the strain on his muscles caused pain. In the far distance he

heard the voices of InuYasha, Kagome, and Sango, and felt he still wasn t far enough. He tried

to run back into the forest, but his legs failed him. He fell to his knees, scared. This was it. But

he didn t understand. His father had been much older when his wind tunnel sucked him in, so

why was Miroku s pulling him in so soon? Was it because of the praying mantis demon that had

wounded it? Had it been slowly spreading since? Whatever the cause, Miroku couldn t shake off

the feeling like he had failed. They had failed to find the last Shikon shard and destroy Naraku in

time. He was going to die at age 19. His family line was ending, and it was too late to do

anything about it. He thought about how the curse had helped him in many ways throughout his

life. Miroku tried to remember the countless demons it had pulled in, all the Saimyosho, the

rocks, trees, and water it had sucked in to help him in certain situations. His most powerful

weapon had turned on him, and was now killing him rather than aiding him. By the time his

thoughts were through, he looked away from the ground he had been staring at without seeing.

He looked up, and there was Sango, watching him, a look of horror on her face. It reminded him

of when he was little, watching his father pulled into his wind tunnel. The last thing he saw was

her pretty face once more shedding tears for his sake.

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InuYasha woke up abruptly, as if he had just been slapped. He looked around the room,

but everyone else seemed to still be asleep. Kagome was in her sleeping bag, Sango had her back

to everyone, facing the wall, Shippo had fallen asleep on Miroku s chest, and Miroku seemed to

be having a bad dream. He had broken into a sweat, and had a weird expression on his face. It

almost seemed scared. InuYasha considered waking him up, but decided against playing Mr.

Sympathetic. After all, he had just been unwillingly waken up from his dreams, and figured

Miroku would be ok anyway. He wasn t exactly weak.

InuYasha, deciding he was thirsty, stood up, walked to the door, took one last glance at

everyone s sleeping faces, and left, unknowingly opening the door and letting a ray of sun shine

on Miroku and Shippo for a few seconds. He grabbed the wooden bucket that sat outside the

door and headed for the river.

Back inside the hut, Miroku woke abruptly. He was hot and sweaty. He carefully moved

the still sleeping Shippo to the ground, sat up, and sighed. Another night he d had a dream about

his right hand. The past few nights he had had dreams similar to tonight s . . . he was sick of

being sucked into his wind tunnel already, and it hadn t actually happened yet. He formed his

hand into a fist, and released it again. Good. It didn t hurt. Yesterday he had woken up and it had

hurt. He lifted his hand to eye level, palm up, and looked at it. Was his mind trying to tell him

something? Was it getting close? He couldn t help but feel as if they were cutting corners too

short in their search for the last shard of the Sacred Jewel and the destruction of Naraku, but

nothing could be done. They couldn t destroy Naraku without finding the shard, and they were

having no luck so far. As he thought, he continued to look at his hand without actually seeing it.

Tonight s dream had been the worst of them all. His hand didn t hurt, but in his dream

Sango had witnessed the horror as well. Even though it was just a dream, he couldn t get rid of

the image of Sango s face. She had looked so hurt, on the verge on tears. And in the end, she had

cried. It looked so real. Would he really have to see that face in reality? He hoped not. No one

should ever have a facial expression like that, especially not Sango. Miroku didn t want to

imagine what would happen if they didn t destroy Naraku in time. He was beginning to against

his will, but a voice speaking to him dragged him away from his thoughts.

Are you all right, Miroku? It was InuYasha. He placed the now full water bucked in the

corner of the room. Miroku looked away from InuYasha and back at his hand. It was still in the

air in front of him. InuYasha wondered why he was looking at it. Had his dream had something

to do with this? Come to think of it, maybe he had done something to it. After all, last night

InuYasha had been waken up by a weird noise, looked over, and saw Miroku beating the wall

with the palm of his hand. Maybe that had happened again. If that were the case, no wonder he

was looking at it. It probably hurt. Once Miroku noticed InuYasha was looking at his hand, he

put it down quickly. He was being secretive again.

Yeah, I m fine. He looked away. It s nothing.

If it were nothing, then you wouldn t have been staring at your wind tunnel. InuYasha

sat down next to Miroku.

We need to find the shard and destroy Naraku soon. He was still looking away, staring

at the wall with his eyes unfocused.

Feh! That s it? That s all you ve got to say? Miroku finally turned his head to look at

him with narrowed eyes.

You were expecting more?

Fine, if you don t want to tell me what s wrong, then don t! It was InuYasha s turn to

look away. He began to wonder why he actually thought that Miroku would open up to him. It s

not like he ever opened up to Miroku. Why should he? They may have been friends, but Miroku

didn t need to know everything.

It s my wind tunnel . . . I get the feeling I . . . don t have much time left . . . There was

the shock of the day. Miroku had actually decided to talk. But it was something InuYasha didn t

know how to respond to. He had to think of something, no matter how rational or irrational it

was.

What makes you think that? Do you really think that I have the patience to wait much

longer to kill Naraku? I m ready to kill Naraku right now, if only we knew where he was. And

once we find him and confront him, I don t care if you have to suck him into that stupid hand of

yours, he s going to die! Miroku stared at him. What the hell are you looking at now?

Could you keep it down? Some of us are still trying to sleep! InuYasha s yelling had

woken Kagome up. She hadn t been having a very good dream, but still, she liked her sleep.

Feh! You people all sleep too long anyway. We aren t going to find any shards or locate

Naraku if you just lie there! InuYasha clearly wanted everyone up and moving. But when

Miroku glanced in Sango s direction, she appeared to still be asleep.

But she wasn t asleep. Her eyes were closed, but she was half listening to the

conversations taking place behind her back. So Miroku was worried about his wind tunnel. It

seemed to really bother him, but he never talked about it. Even she was surprised he had

confessed to InuYasha. When Kagome woke up, Sango s thoughts switched to thinking about

her dreams. The first had been very strange. She had amnesia or something, and Miroku had

cured it instantaneously, but the second one had been even stranger. She was being forced to

marry a man in her village, an exterminator who she had seen only once. Her village had been

back to normal: not destroyed, with all its residents still alive and well, and even Kagome,

InuYasha, and Shippo had been there in the beginning. When the marriage ceremony was almost

complete, Miroku had shown himself. She abandoned the other man and the ceremony and had

run over to him. Or tried to at least. He had seen what was taking place and run too. He wasn t

aware that she was chasing him, and she had spent the remainder of the dream chasing him and

searching for him once she had lost him. She hadn t found that a very exciting or good dream

either.

Her thoughts focused once again on the conversations behind her. InuYasha was saying

he wanted to get going, there was water splashing, and Kagome was asking InuYasha to let

Sango have her sleep. She chose this time to roll over and reveal she wasn t sleeping. It s ok,

I m awake anyway.

Oh! Good morning, Sango-chan! Kagome was cheerful despite having been waken up

earlier than she had wanted to. She still looked tired.

Morning, Kagome-chan.

NOW can we go?? InuYasha was as impatient as ever.

If Sango and Kagome-sama are ready, I m ready. Miroku seemed anxious to leave as

well. Kagome packed up her sleeping bag, grabbed the still sleeping Shippo in her arms, and

they all stepped outside into the bright sunlight.