InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation ❯ Come Away With Me ( Chapter 37 )

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Chapter 37: Come Away With Me

 

“Are you sure about this?”

 

“Yeah, I'm sure.”

 

“We could wait a few days, then…”

 

“There's no need for that, I don't regret what I did.”

 

“I know that, but still, maybe we should.”

 

“Are you scared?”

 

“Of what?”

 

“What else or should I say, who else?”

 

Pulling the slayer into his arms the monk chuckled, “the only person I'm afraid of is you, my love.”

 

“Good answer.” She replied as she tipped up on her toes and kissed the tip of his nose. Settling back she gazed up at him with a smile, `my husband.'

 

It was earlier that morning that Miroku had shaken her awake and practically demanded that she got up. It goes with out saying that she was more than a little annoyed after their energetic tryst the night before.

 

Flashback

 

“What, what's wrong?” The slayer asked as she sluggishly wiped the sleep out of her eyes with the back of her hand.

 

“Hurry up! Get dress, we don't have much time!” The monk stated frantically.

 

Her mind was instantly running a mile a minute. `Is Kouga here? Has he found us already? Is the temple being attacked?' Looking around the room she tried to locate her kimono, but remembered that she didn't have it with her. “I don't have my clothes!”

 

Tossing something at her, the monk turned away from her and went to the sliding door. “Hurry up and put that on, we have to go!” He exclaimed while peeping out the door as if he was expecting someone to come bursting in at any moment.

 

Jumping to her feet she hurriedly pulled her yukata on then wrapped the outer white kimono tightly around her. “Miroku, I need an obi, or something to tie it with.”

 

Walking over to her he pulled a purple obi from the inside of his robe and proceeded to tie it around her waist, so that the long frayed ends trailed down, behind her. Stepping back, he gazed down at her as she tried to hurriedly tame her wild mane, `she's so simple…so beautiful.' Grabbing her hand he said impatiently, “you look fine” as he pulled her behind him and out the door.

 

“My sandals…”

 

“We don't have time!”

 

“Miroku, what's wrong, what's the rush? I don't sense any danger! Where's Kirara?” The panicky slayer yelled as she looked around the pasture, trying to see something…anything that could explain his current state of mind.

 

“Do you trust me?” He asked as they rounded another corner and proceeded up the steps to the main temple.

 

“Of course I do, but what is this about?” She replied as she almost tripped over the end of the Kimono. As they slowed down she realized just how long and beautiful the garment she wore was. There were ivory colored stitching of dragons and crescent moons etched through out it, which was a total contrast to the shimmering chalk white material that made up its' body. The feel of the material against her skin was nothing less than heaven, `I wonder whom this belonged to?' Releasing the monks' hand she bent down and scooped up the ends so that she could move faster with out damaging it.

 

Tearing her attention away from the Kimono, “Miroku, I'm not…” she started to say but noticed immediately that the man in question was nowhere to be seen. Instead she stood alone in front of the huge oak doors of the temple. “What the hell…” she whispered as she let the material slip from her hands. Turning in a slow circle she looked for any sign of him, `Where did he go?' Frowning she turned back to the doors and stared at them for a minute as her heart started to race within her chest. She didn't know why, but she just felt like something wasn't right.

 

Grasping the handles to the door she took a deep breath and pulled them open. The sight before her caused her to gasp out of shock and step back.

 

The room was lit with what must have been a thousand candles. They were everywhere, on the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling; they lined the windowsills, and covered every inch of the open floor leaving a walk way that lead from the door to the front of the temple. Taking a cautious step forward she noticed that there was a single solitary monk that sat in the far corner softly strumming a wooden stringed instrument, `what is going on?'

 

She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life until she saw him.

 

He walked slowly from behind the huge golden Buddha statue. His hair hung loose around his shoulders. The robes he normally wore were now replaced with an ankle length white Kimono that appeared to match the one she wore. His inner Kimono and sash were purple, the same color of the obi she now wore. As he came to a stop in front of the statue he held out his hand to her and smiled.

 

She couldn't move for fear that she would ruin this moment. She wanted to remember him just like this; she wanted to live forever in this moment…in this place. This was her fairytale…her dream, `how did he know?'

 

“My love, don't tell me you're going to leave me up here alone.” He stated softly as a sober Mushin walked from the other side of the statue to join the younger monk.

 

Hurrying up the isle she looked from Mushin to Miroku then back again as she slowly took his hand. Staring down at the Kimono she wore than at what he wore she tried to find the right words to ask the questions she already knew the answers to, but wanted to ask anyway. “What's all this?” She whispered.

 

“Well you said `yes' you would marry me, so I figured why wait?” He replied nonchalantly, a brilliant smile gracing his handsome features. “I wanted you to know that you are all that I will ever need.”

 

She was speechless. Was this the same monk that she doubted? Was this the monk that she thought would never settle down? Wasn't it just last night that they had made love for the first time? Her heart raced in her chest as she stared at him. She couldn't believe it; he really wanted to marry her! He took it upon himself to set this whole thing up! The kimono she wore, the candles, the monk playing the instrument, he had done all of this… for her. “Miroku”

 

Lifting a hand to her cheek he wiped away a single tear that had escaped from her eye. “You my love are the air that I breathe. You are the pulse of my heart and the one and only reason that I awake every morning. Without you I am nothing, Sango. I want nothing more than to spend everyday for the rest of my life pleasing and taking care of you.”

 

She could only stare him. She was too afraid to move, breath, or blink for fear that this would all be a dream. What could she say to that? Was there anything to be said to that? “I…I love you.” She whispered as tears of joy started to flow from her eyes.

 

Leaning in Miroku whispered, “your not suppose to be crying.”

 

Stepping so that he was in front of the bride and groom, Mushin cleared his throat and asked, “Shall we begin?”

 

End Flashback

 

“I just want to get this over with, so that we can go on with our lives.”

 

“I know, and I agree, but we haven't had the honeymoon yet.” The monk whined as he bent down and softly kissed the side of her neck, then sucked gently on her jaw. He remembered Kagome saying that after a wedding the bride and groom in her era, would always go on a short honeymoon in order to consummate their joining. Okay granted they consummated their joining the night before, but still that shouldn't stop them from having the honeymoon, right?

 

She moaned as her head fall back exposing the soft skin of her neck, “Are you trying to change my mind?”

 

“Is it working?”

 

“It might be.” She whispered while wrapping her arms around his waist.

 

“Then yes, I am.” He replied seductively as he covered her mouth with his own.

 

Refusing to let him go any further she playfully pushed him away, “I want to confront Kouga. I want to tell him…tell all of them why I did what I did, and then I'll be all yours, okay?”

 

Frowning the monk thought it over before replying, “fine but if he's not in a talking mood I want you to get on Kirara and come back here, okay.”

 

“What about you?”

 

“I'll meet you here later, but let's hope it won't come to that.”

 

She knew regardless of what she said to him now, she would never leave him to deal with the wolf prince on his own. If they were going to be killed then they would be killed together. There would be no other way, but for now she would humor him. “Okay I promise, now can we get back to the village? I can't wait to tell Kagome that we're married!” She said happily as she mounted Kirara and waited for her husband to join her.

 

“I hope our dear Miko has finally awakened.” He whispered as he braced himself against her and waited for the fire cat to take flight.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

`Damn it!' He thought as he watched the body of the red headed wolf youkai shake and convulse.

 

This was the third time that he was attempting to bring her back. The first time it took about an hour for her to awake from her dead sleep, but it only took one look at him and she began to wail and scream like a banshee, so immediately he cut her down.

 

Staring down at the blade of Toukijin, now covered in her blood, he couldn't help but to feel like a failure. He had never failed at anything, except successfully killing his hanyou brother, but this…this was supposed to be simple. He had told himself that he would try, so why couldn't he just walk away, now that he had?

 

The second time that he brought her back it took only a few minutes for her to awaken. Instead of standing before her, he stood behind her thinking that perhaps if he was not the first thing that she saw somehow the outcome might be different.

 

He had watched her slowly sit up, glance to her left and her right then stand to her feet. At first he was reluctant to approach her, but he knew that he could not just assume that everything was okay. He then slowly approached her tapping her lightly on her shoulder, as she turned around to face him, he could see the confusion and fear in her eyes and he was grateful, because at least for now she wasn't screaming.

 

He tried to ask her if she knew where she was, but instead of replying she slowly backed away then broke off in a fast sprint screaming her head off. He could once again smell that sickening stench of sickness mixed with the vile beast, Jouyoku's scent. Unleashing his poisonous whip he cut her down for the second time.

 

Something deep inside him refused to accept the fact that there was nothing he, the Tai-youkai could do to save her. Sighing heavily, he ran his hand down his face, as he tried to remind himself that he knew that this would be the outcome.

 

Standing over the woman, he couldn't for the life of him figure out why he was so compelled to then awaken her for a third and what he promised himself would be the final time.

 

He could see her eyes moving below her closed eyelids. He watched her arms jump slightly off the ground only to rest back again. Closing the distance between them he quickly pulled her to him so that her back was to his chest, her feet off the ground. Covering her mouth with his hand he walked over to the edge of the cliff and waited for her to fully awaken.

 

`What am I doing? Why am I doing this?' He questioned. Everything within him told him that this was not within his character. After the first time he should have just tossed her off the cliff, but he couldn't. Was it the idea of failing that made him want to keep trying? Was it the thought that this could have easily been Rin that kept him from walking away? Was it the despair and utter unnatural pain that he felt from the wolf prince? Or was it the pleading of the Miko? He didn't know which it was, but at least he had tried.

 

He felt her shift in his arm and he closed his eyes, this would be the last time.

 

“This Sesshomaru has tried to heal you at his mates request.” He would never admit to her or anyone else that the first time he revived her was for Rin, but the second and third times, were for him.

 

She shifted and squirmed violently at the sound of his voice.

 

“The one that is responsible for your sickness will not go unpunished.”

 

The searing pain eased just a little, `Jouyoku…' the world around her no longer made any sense, but that name, this feeling, the ache for him, wouldn't go away. There wasn't much that she remembered or cared to remember. All she seemed to know was this pain that impaled every nerve of her body, the anguish or wanting something that she wasn't allowed to have. She wanted peace; she wanted to forget…she wanted to start over. “Kouga,” she whispered from behind his hand. Immediately she felt a sharp jolt of what felt like a knife being stab through the back of her head. Biting down on the dog lords' hand, she wiggled and bucked against him, but to no avail.

 

“Your mate aches over your loss…” this was hard for him to say, because the truth was the wolf wasn't just heart broken. He was tormented, miserable, depressed, despondent, and more than likely he would be joining her soon. He could feel and smell the wetness of her tears as it ran down his hand and for the third time in his life, he felt compassion.

 

Stepping to the edge of the cliff he whispered, “maybe in your next life you'll find what is yours.” Tightening his grip on her face he inhaled as he yanked her head to side, snapping her neck. Exhaling the breath he had been holding he let her body fall into the vast ocean below.

 

He knew that there was nothing more that he or anyone else could do for her, so he figured that he could at least make sure that she knew that her death was not in vain.

 

Turning away from the cliff he promised himself that other than his mate, no one would hear of what happened here today, and even she wouldn't hear every detail.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

`Tiiime is on my side, yes it is. Tiiime is on my side, yes it is.' He hummed that repeatedly as he sat high in a tree like a vulture waiting for his prey to take its last breath.

 

He had been following her for hours. Whenever he thought she has moving a little too slow or was ready to stop he would do something to spook her just enough to make her pick up her pace.

 

He watched her stagger slowly through the forest, clutching her hand tightly to her neck. By the direction that she was traveling in he knew that there was only one place that she could be going, but he couldn't figure out for the life of him, why? Hadn't she tried to kill him? What did she hope would come out of a reunion with him? Not only that, but wasn't it quite clear that he didn't want her?

 

Leaping to another branch with the dexterity of a cat he perched low and waited for her to make her next move. He had always considered himself a patient man especially when it came to something that he wanted, but this thing below him, he had to admit, was trying his patience.

 

Had he not told her to stay away from the miko? Didn't he tell her that if she even thought about going near her again he would crack her husk of a body in two? `Some people just don't listen.' He thought as he leaped to another branch.

 

Listening closely he heard her mumble faintly, “Inu…yasha, I have to get to Inu…yasha.”

 

`Now this is interesting.' Jumping rapidly from branch to branch he maneuvered so that he was right above her, `she wants to see the hanyou?' He couldn't help but to smirk. This abomination that found it so hard to listen when he spoke was actually going to fit right into his plan. `Wonderful'

 

“I have to tell him. I have to make him understand.” He heard her whisper as she staggered a little further into the forest. `I…won…der…what she's going… to…say.' He thought in a childish singsong manner.

 

He knew that his time was growing near and if he planned on having the miko he would need to do something permanent, something drastic in order to take her. His only desire at the moment was to taste her; after all he would have an eternity to devour her very soul.

 

`Maybe this fool is the key I've been looking for? Perhaps she will prove to be one of the hanyou's weaknesses…but then again, maybe not.'

 

He knew that once he had the miko he would be free to take his revenge on the others that had wronged him. His plan was to stash her away for safekeeping, then go back and finish off the wolf, and the dog lord. `I can't forget the sweet Sango and the dog lords charge, no I can't forget about them.' He thought with a silent chuckle.

 

He watched the dead yet undead woman lean lethargically against the trunk of a tree as if she was about to collapse at any moment, `we can't have that, now can we?' Tapping his tongue against the roof of his mouth he made a low clucking sound. He watched his prey turn from side to side looking frantically in every direction. “I see you.” He hissed just loud enough so that she would hear it.

 

She immediately began limping away at a much faster pace and he smirked evilly thinking, `that's a good bitch.' Jumping carefully from one branch to the other he followed her closely. The fear she felt at this moment was oozing off of her in waves. She was anxious, she was determined, she scared shitless and he loved every minute of it. He soaked it up, reveled in it, rolled in it as if it was the warm moist wetness of his most desired meal, that is, until she fell flat on her face.

 

`Must I do everything myself?' He thought irritably as he leaped silently from the branch and landed in a crotched position in front of her. “So we meet again.” He stated softly while eyeing her innocently.

 

She didn't want to look up. She knew who it was, but she couldn't stop herself, “why are you following me?” She inquired as she tried to push herself up with one arm while using the other as a shield against her neck to keep the souls from escaping.

 

“Don't flatter yourself, I'm not following you. I'm stalking you.” He replied as if it was the most common thing in the world. Gently grasping her arm he pulled her into a standing position.

 

`Did he just admit that he was stalking me?'

 

Dusting her off he continued with at smile, “don't look so surprised. I maybe a lot of things, but I'm not liar.”

 

Stepping back she stared at him in disbelief, “w…what do you want?”

 

“Nothing from you.” Stepping to the side so that he was now standing beside her he held out his hand as if saying `please proceed,' “Shall we continue? I believe you were saying something about telling that filthy hanyou something.”

 

She didn't move she just stared at him. `What does he want from me? Why won't he leave me alone?' She whined. When had she become so weak? How was this youkai different from the others? Most demons were scared of a priestess such as her self, but this one he acted as if he's unbreakable…untouchable… `He…he frightens me.' She admitted.

 

Tilting his head from side to side he eyed her inquisitively while wishing that one of his powers was the ability to read mines. Resting his hand on the small of her back he gave her a slight push in the direction that she was initially walking in, “come now, I'm trying to be as pleasant as I possibly can.”

 

“Don't do me any favors.” She mumbled as she staggered off a head of him. She knew that to fight him would be a lost cause since she was already barely able to stand on her own. Basically she was on borrowed time and she knew it. With out her soul collectors she didn't have a chance in hell of making it through the next few days. Her only intention was to see Inuyasha one last time, even if he hated her for what she did, she just wanted to see him and maybe warn him.

 

Walking beside her as if they were good friends he watched her as she watched him from the corner of her eyes. Placing his hands comfortably behind his back he intertwined his fingers and let his head fall back so that he was looking at the sky, “have I told you lately…how much I despise you?” He stated with a smile.

 

She didn't dare answer, but she did pray for a savior…for salvation…for redemption because surely this beast they called Jouyoku was her punishment for remaining in a world where she no longer belonged.

 

There weren't many women that he hated, well except the ones that were already defiled. However, this woman beside him he realized utterly repulsed him. How could she walk around looking and acting as if she was a real woman, when there was nothing real about her? `She doesn't breath. She doesn't feel. She doesn't eat. How utterly revolting!' She served no real purpose, especially not to him; therefore she was nothing more than wasted space. He promised himself that for now he would bide his time and remain as cordial as possible.

 

Inhaling deeply he sighed and began humming his favorite tune of late. `Tiiime is on my side, yes it. Tiiime is on my side, yes it.' He didn't know where he had heard it but he liked it, besides he was Jouyoku, if he didn't have time, who did?

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

“Why do we have to do this?”

 

“Because…”

 

“Because, why?”

 

“Damn it Inuyasha, why does everything have to be a fight with you? Why can't you just say okay for a change?” The miko snapped as she snatched up the basket and the blanket she had folded earlier and stormed out of the house.

 

Following behind her, “keh, you still didn't answer me! Why do we have to have a stupid picnic for my brother's stupid…” the hanyou stated angrily.

 

Cutting him off Kagome hissed, “I swear, if you finish that statement I'll sit you so hard you won't be able to sit up straight for a week!” as she turned to face him, her face sat in a deep threatening scowl.

 

Refusing to back down the dog prince crossed his arms over his chest and mumbled, “I'm not scared of you.”

 

Stepping closer to him she leaned in so that she was a breath away, “what did you say?”

 

Leaning forward he stared daggers back at her; he refused to let her think that she could intimidate him with another sit command. Quite honestly he had, had enough of being sat like some common dog! “You always do this! Every time you don't get your way, or I do something you don't approve of you threaten to, `sit' me! Well if your going to do it, just fucking do it! Because I still don't see the fucking point in having a stupid picnic for her!”

 

Stepping back she stared at him, but couldn't find the words to even begin a retort. How dare he talk to her in such a manner? Yeah, sure maybe she did abuse the whole `sit' thing, but he deserved it this morning and quite honestly from the looks of it he was itching for another one. Besides other than this morning she hadn't sat him in like 6 months or more. `So that's why he's in such a nasty mood! The dog-boy didn't like being sat!'

 

Pacing in a small circle while flailing his hands up and down he continued, “And another thing, you can't just go around sitting your mate like he's worthless! It's not right for anyone to hold that much power over the other mate! How would you like if I made you slap your self every time you did something that I didn't like?” Not waiting on a reply from her he finished, “Yeah, I bet you wouldn't like that one bit, would you?”

 

“For your information, we're not mates!” She snapped heatedly.

 

“Feh, that's nothing but a technicality. You know that just as well is I do!”

 

Turning away from him she tucked the blanket under her arm and grasped the basket with both hands while trying to even out her breathing by mentally counting to ten. “I only wanted to do something nice for her. In my time when someone gets engaged or married there's usually a celebration…I just figured that the least `we' could do being that it's `your' brother she's now mated to, was have a picnic.”

 

“Well, why couldn't you just tell me that before, instead threatening to say `that' word.” He stated, this time instead of sounding irritated and irrational his tone was understanding and almost apologetic. He knew that his brother would never appreciate such a jester, but maybe the girl would.

 

“Whatever, I'll talk to Keade tomorrow about removing the command from the necklace, then you can do what you want with it.” She said sullenly. It wasn't that she didn't want to remove the command; she was just annoyed that he couldn't find a better way of voicing his opinion about it. Other than that she actually agreed with him on the fact that she really did hold a little too much power over him. Glancing over her shoulder as she walked in the direction of the clearing where she had left Rin earlier she stated, “Oh, and Inuyasha, if you ever talk to me like that again, you'll wish I had sat you.”

 

Her voice was eerily calm, soothing almost but her beautiful eyes they told him that he had hurt her, how he didn't really understand, but he knew he had. Her eyes never lied to him even though sometimes her lips did. Determined not to let it bother him, he shook his head to dismiss his thoughts as another more appealing one came to mind, `feh, at least she's going to take this stupid necklace off.' Jogging up to her he took the basket from her while placing his other arm around her shoulder.

 

`I really hate him sometimes.' She thought as she let him take the basket from her and laid her head on his shoulder. It really baffled her how he could, well they could go from totally pissing each other off one minute, then be like this, the next. She knew that this was his silent way of apologizing, and for now she would accept it.

 

Breaking the silence the hanyou sighed as he pulled the miko closer to him, “oi, you know what tomorrow is, right?”

 

Glancing up at him with a look of confusion she asked him with her eyes, `what is it?'

 

“Tomorrow is the night of the new moon.”

 

Until Next Time…(It would be nice if a few of you left me a review, but if not…)