InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Any Way The Wind Blows ❯ Any Way The Wind Blows ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or make any money and the title came from the song that inspired this drabble, Bohemian Rhapsody, by Queen. I heard the line Miroku half-quotes and got all sad as I realized how much the song fit him… How awful it is to know that you're going to die…

 

Genre: Drabble, Angst, songfic
Word count: 465
Rating: K+
Code: Mir/San
Feedback: Please let me know what you thought!

 

Any Way The Wind Blows

 

Some days he wished that he hadn't asked her to wait until Naraku was destroyed. Once or twice, he almost asked her to just marry him on the spot. Cold nights and dark thoughts pressed in on him, seeming to grow with each passing moon. The moon… he had come to resent InuYasha's reaction to it. It wasn't the hanyo's fault by any means, but each time his hair and eyes darkened, Miroku was reminded that another month had passed. Another month of failure and one less month left to live.

 

These were thoughts he shared with no one. Some nights, he wanted to scream out to the heavens, `Slow down! I'm going as fast as I can!' but time kept passing, pushing him forward, leaving him unfulfilled. The curse in his hand consumed lives and grew, but even if he were to never open it again, it would still expand. It would still threaten his life on a daily basis. He was a walking disaster waiting to happen and he sometimes considered sneaking away from his friends to ensure their safety.

 

But Miroku was selfish. He always had been. Women, sake, comfort—he convinced himself that it was nothing to break his vows for these things because he wouldn't live long enough to find enlightenment anyway. They were his karmic payback while he still lived, for the fate that awaited him. However—he wasn't the dishonest coward he had been before he met the miko and the hanyo. The taijiya had rid him of the warm beds he had shared, but he didn't resent it. He no longer spent his days going wherever the wind blew him.

 

They had made him a better man. They were the family he never had and he couldn't leave them, even to save their life. Not until the end, anyway.

 

“Sango,” Miroku said, walking up beside her when they were alone one day. “I must go.” He looked off into the distance and she frowned, reaching out to touch his arm.

 

“Go? Where? Why?” The concern in her voice moved him and he embraced her. For the last time.

 

“If I'm not back again this time tomorrow… go on with your life, and be happy.” He kissed her then, one last moment of peace in this world for him. Before she could say another thing, he had run away, his farewells having been made to everyone else a few minutes before. He knew that being cryptic was the only way they would allow him to leave. It would take them all time to realize what was happening. Just enough time, for him to get safely away from them. He looked back down at them from the top of a hill, one last time, before leaving them all… forever.