InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Can't Stop Loving You ❯ Part Eight ( Chapter 8 )

“Ahh….” she sighed in bliss as she settled down in the warm, steaming water. Wiggling until she got comfortable, she closed her eyes and waited a moment, just content to be so relaxed; until she felt a miniature foot jab into her abdomen. She rubbed little circles around the spot that her unborn child had just kicked. She heard the water swish around her as another body joined her in the water, and made its way over to her, draping an arm around her shoulders and putting the other hand onto her protruding belly.

“Bliss. . .” she heard the monk whisper beside her. She couldn’t have said it better herself. Sango turned her head and looked at Miroku, smiling; until she was forcefully kicked in the stomach, making her wince and the smile fade into a grimace. He rubbed her belly until the grimace was gone and was replaced with a look of content. He watched as her look once again changed, this time into a confused frown.

“What are you thinking of, Sango, love?” he asked as non-prying as he could. She frowned more.

“Nothing, Miroku. . . Just. . . InuYasha came earlier today. The circles under his eyes are becoming darker and he becomes more distant every day. I’m worried about him- he needs Kagome soon, before. . .” she trailed off, the monk understanding completely what the un-said words meant. He knew exactly what she meant, and he became more and more worried for his hanyou friend every day that passed. He looked bad enough when he was there and miserable; but he looked even worse after coming back to the feudal era when he was gone for more than a few days, he spent so much time in Kagome’s time that he would sometimes be gone for a week at a time; sometimes more.

At first, when he came back, he seemed to be fresher, started off good again, and by a few days he would look worn out and go back to Kagome’s time and then come back again feeling and looking better.

But that ended by about the fifth month, and then he came less and less frequently. Sango and Miroku were really starting to worry about him, because now whenever he came something else had been going wrong or he did something stupid again.

“There is nothing anyone can do about is Sango, only time. Only when Kagome returns to us will he be back to his ignorant, bull-shitting self,” he said to his pregnant wife as he started to wash himself, before he was thwacked in the back of the head with something. He grunted and grabbed his head, turning back and looking to see what had thrown the something at him. When he saw nothing, he got up and grabbed his staff.

“Get the hell over here, Miroku,” the monk heard a familiar voice say. Miroku grimaced; InuYasha only interrupted him and Sango’s, ahem, moments if it was important. So, he slid out of the warm water and shook off the water from the half of his body that had gotten wet. It was a shame what damage that hanyou could do: he always came in at the best moments.

InuYasha stood behind a tree, blushing at what he had almost walked in on, and waited until Miroku walked around the tree to him, scowling at him.

“What is it, InuYasha?” he asked the hanyou. When the fuzzy ears drooped, Miroku knew that it was defiantly important. He walked over to a fallen tree and sat on it, motioning for InuYasha to sit down too. He shook his head and began pacing. After around three minutes of silence, Miroku was tapping his foot and shaking his head. “Are you ever going to answer me, InuYasha?”

The hanyou turned and looked at him as if he had just noticed that the monk was there for the first time. Then he frowned, the look of despair on his face once again.

“I don’t know what to do, Miroku. Her mother may not act it, but I know she hates me now, I still haven’t told Kagome, and every day I . . . miss her more every day. . .” he added with a blush and turned so his back was facing the log. Miroku shook his head.

“Sometimes, I wonder how you have lived so long with your level of stupidity, my friend.”

InuYasha turned and scowled at him. He sighed. “Me too,” he murmured. Miroku smirked, and stood up to pat him on the back, making InuYasha’s scowl turn into a glare.

“So, what you’re asking me is. . . What? Where you belong?” Miroku asked, sitting back down onto the log.

“No. . . what I should do. She, her mother, promised me that she wouldn’t ell Kagome about the ‘dream’ as long as I didn’t see her. . . But I want to see her,” he paused, debating on what to say next, “I was talking to her grandfather the other night,” he confessed. Miroku looked confused.

“And?”

“And. . . He said that he knew of a way to go over to the ‘Ah-mer-i-ka’,” he replied, tuning around to look at Miroku seriously. The monk just stared back, hoping he would just continue. He did. Sighing, he continued, “and I want to go, but. . . I can only do that if I tell Kagome. What do you think I should do?”

He pondered this for a moment. Should his friend risk loosing Kagome, or should he just wait in agony for another year and a half?

“Tell her,” he replied, simply. “Don’t you think that she deserves to know, anyways, what you are dreaming about, if it has to do with her? I do. And don’t tell me that I don’t know what I’m talking about- I went through the same thing with Sango, my friend. Before we were together. She forgave me, as lady Kagome will forgive you.”

InuYasha stared off into the darkness for a few moments, thinking over what the monk had just said, and, frankly, he was right- she deserved to know in the first place. So, that solves two things. InuYasha smiled, which made Miroku’s left eye twitch in fear, and InuYasha readied to spring off towards the well again. Miroku stopped him first.

“Wait, InuYasha! I have something else I must tell you!” he stopped abruptly and looked at the monk with a glare- again.

“What is it now, houshi?” he replied harshly, still glaring.

“I have some bad news. . . Sesshoumaru has angered the lord of the eastern lands, and we are hearing that they are now preparing to wage war on all of Sesshoumaru’s lands and, seeing as most of the lords around us are on Sesshoumaru’s side, Musashi country is going into war, too. I know this is a hard time for you and lady Kagome, but you must help in this war- you and Sesshoumaru together could defeat twenty enemies, so we figure that one is not going to be too difficult.”

InuYasha frowned. He hated fighting when he didn’t win anything in the end, but as long as it gave him something to do for a while- Kagome could wait. At least he would be thinking of something other than his loneliness. “What the hell did he do to piss him off so much? I know he’s a bastard, but- war? Not even Sesshoumaru is stupid enough to say something that bad.”

Miroku shook his head, “I have no idea, my friend, but I think it has to do with his human companion. That is what I heard at least.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll help. What is the war gonna start?”

“Around four months to a year.”

InuYasha almost fell over. No, Kagome couldn’t wait, then. Miroku could tell that something else was on InuYasha’s mind. So, he did what he always did- pried.

“Is there anything else on your mind, my friend?” he, well, pried.

InuYasha, if possible, frowned more. Yes, there was more on his mind, and if he was going to see Kagome before this war, then it had to be solved.

“Miroku. . . Do you know how to make. . . Rings?” he asked timidly. Miroku smiled widely. ::0:0:0:0:0:0:0 :0:0:0:0:0::

He wiped the hot sweat off his glistening forehead, bringing the over-sized sword above his head and, once again, sent it slashing down towards the open field, yelling “Kongousouha

!” as the diamond plated blade struck the ground and emitted thousands of diamonds through-out the field. Sliding the sword back into its sheath, InuYasha walked over to the newly made diamonds and started inspecting them thoroughly, as he had some fifty times before. He stood up with a grunt, and, dissatisfied once again, pulled the sword out and swung it over the land.

Miroku watched from a safe distance, eying all the shining diamonds in the field before him, wondering if InuYasha would let him make a ring of his own; it would definitely bring him a very lovely night with Sango.

Another crash jolted him out of his thoughts.

“InuYasha!” he called out, silently praying that the half-demon would stop his worrying over diamonds, and maybe start worrying about something -anything- else. His demon friend turned to glare at him, before swinging the sword again. After searching through the diamonds again, and finding nothing to his liking, he turned to Miroku.

“What?” he asked irately. The sweat was dripping down his face now and Miroku could now tell why he was working so hard- he looked frantic, on the verge of collapsing. Miroku thought to ask him to sit down for a while, take a break, but that would just further frustrate the hanyou and may earn him a bump on the head for not realizing that he was made of tougher shit than that.

“InuYasha, I don’t see why you don’t pick out a few of the shiniest diamonds, bring them to a jeweler, have them cut and made into rings, and maybe think about something other that the diamond; because most likely Kagome will not care what the ring is made of,” he looked like he didn’t believe what Miroku had said.

“Keh, what are you blabbing about? How else can I ask her? There’s only one way; ‘Kagome, will you be my mate?’” he scoffed, and Miroku shook his head.

“InuYasha, Kagome is a human - (“I know that!”) Ah, yes, you know that, but humans don’t take mates, they take husbands. Husband and wife, wife and husband, you spouse. Kagome knows not what you would mean when you said ‘mate’; she would probably think that you were just trying to get her into bed. But, if you really want to take her as your mate- your life mate, then you will have to get down on one knee, and say,” he got down on one knee an demonstrated, “Kagome, will you marry me?” InuYasha just stared down at him, and Miroku couldn’t help but continue on, “Oh, please, Kagome!” he fell forward and grasped him by the backs of the knees; InuYasha all the while trying to scoot back, and his left eye was twitching at the corner, “Please! I love you! Please stay with me!!” this time InuYasha yanked his legs out of the screeching monk’s grasp and tripped over a branch backing up, which fueled the monk to just crawl right on-top of him.

“Get the fuck off of me!” the frightened man yelled, making Miroku roar with laughter even more, still holding onto InuYasha’s waist. Finally, he grabbed the monk by the back of the robes and flung him off into a tree, but not hard enough to hurt him. He jumped up and ran off back towards the crystals, finding the brightest and shiniest chunk, ripping it apart from the others, and leaping off, as far away from the monk as possible.

When he got back to the village, he found Sango talking to Shippou, and Kaede working in the garden. They both looked up at him and gave him questioning looks when they spotted the crystals in his hands. His cheeks pinked just a bit, before he took ok in the direction of the jeweler that the damned monk told him about.

Sango looked towards Kaede after InuYasha left, and the woman gave a mere shrug before going back to picking weeds and grass out of her garden. The quite pregnant woman plopped herself onto a bench and contented herself with watching a few of the village children chase Shippou around the courtyard. She smiled; life had changed so much. Not so much her life, but all life. Of the most part of Musashi country, demons were more accepted than they used to be. They used to be shunned or feared, but now, as she watched the children chase the fox kitsune demon around the village; she knew that her hanyou friend had something to do with it. She smiled; it seemed that he had affected a lot of lives; more good than bad.

Her and Miroku now had a life together, thanks to InuYasha for bringing them together, and for defeating their arch-nemesis Naraku; thus getting rid of the Kazanna, which would have slowly consumed Miroku, taking away the better part of his life.

Because he had killed Naraku, a lot of the humans did not fear him anymore, and even looked up to him as a great leader. Leading them to respect demons and hanyous more, and maybe some day they would no longer live in constant fear of youkai and they would live peacefully among each other.

The hanyou had done so much more for them all, but Sango’s thoughts were cut short when she saw Miroku emerge from the line of trees that made up the forest edge- with a grin on his face. She stood when he looked at her. She watched him walk over to her, and when he was within two feet of her, she opened her arms, and he gladly moved into them, wrapping his arms around her waist as she clutched to his neck.

Yes, InuYasha had most definitely affected their lives greatly. Very greatly.