InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Firefly Wishes ❯ Chapter 7 - Miroku Found ( Chapter 7 )

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Firefly Wishes

By DBZ Vegeta

Chapter 7 - Miroku Found

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Sango's hand flew to cover her gasp. It was Miroku! He was alive! Smoothing the disheveled black hair back from his face, she cried silent tears of joy and pain as she looked down at his battered face.

He was unconscious, but his chest moved in a regular pattern of deep breathing. Slowly she began to check him for any other obvious injuries other than his face. Running light fingers across his shoulders and down his chest, she moved her hands away quickly when he moaned as her hands passed over his ribs. Carefully she prodded the area, finding several bruised and cracked ribs along his left side.

Sighing, other than the ribs and the bruises on his face, he was going to be all right. Looking around the room, she saw a small roll in one corner. Quickly getting to her feet, she crossed the room and discovered a small roll of bedding. Briskly she spread out the bedding and turned back to the unconscious man. Carefully, she shifted his body from the middle of the room onto the bedding she had rolled out in the corner.

Drawing the musty blanket over his still form, she sat down next to him, her back against the wall and her knees drawn up to her chest. Blinking back the tears that were threatening to overflow, she laid her head down on her knees, trying not to let her emotions overcome her. Sleep came to her fitfully, filled with dreams.

~* Dreamscape *~

Sango looked down at the moaning man next to her. Inuyasha and Kagome had gone off into the woods to try and find some herbs to help bring his fever down. The poison from Naraku's bees still coursed through his system. His face was covered with a light sheen of perspiration and he was tossing his head back and forth, mumbling incoherently.

Leaning down next to his head, "Hoshi." she murmured trying to wake him up from what seemed to be a nightmare.

With a startled cry, Miroku sprang up from the bedding to almost smack into Sango who had been leaning over him. Crying out as he slapped his hands down onto the ground, he snatched up his gloved hand and cradled it against his chest, gasping desperately against the pain radiating from it.

"Hoshi, are you all right?" Sango asked as she hovered concernedly next to him. Miroku looked up at her with pain filled eyes.

"Sango." He said, coughing heavily. Sango reached quickly for the water bag and held it up to his lips. He glanced at her gratefully as he reached up with his good hand and help steady the bag. Taking a long drink, he push the bag away from his lips. Sango capped it and put it back down next to them. She watched as he again cradled his cursed hand against his chest.

"Here, let me look." she said as she reached for his hand. Ignoring his attempts to keep her from his hand, she gripped his wrist firmly and pulled his palm away from his chest. Gasping as she looked down at his hand, her eyes flew up to meet his.

"Why didn't you tell us?" she sputtered angrily. His eyes slid away from hers guilty, not wanting to see the censor in her eyes.

"I didn't want to worry everyone." he mumbled, turning his head away from her gaze. She looked back down at the damaged hand, the purple cloth covering the air void was stained almost black from his blood, and the blue prayer beads tingled as dark red color.

"You have ripped it again, haven't you?" she asked in a very quiet voice. Her mind whirling at the implications, his foster father was too far away from them to get there in time to repair the wound. If it wasn't repaired, it would rip faster and he would die much sooner than expected.

"Yes, I felt it go when I tried to evade Naraku's bees." he sighed mournfully, he knew exactly what it meant to his life and he was sure Sango did too.

"Is there no one else who could possibly help you, other than your foster father?" Sango asked, her voice quavering slightly. He glanced up at the sound and caught a glimpse of pain in her eyes before she looked away from him.

"No, he was the only one who could do it." he sighed heavily, bound by his destined fate to follow in his father's footstep and die at an early age. ~ I can't just die yet, I don't have an heir. Though do I really want to impose this curse on a child. ~ he thought.

"He didn't teach himself to heal your rip, did he? Didn't he learn from someone else?" Sango persisted. She wanted to believe that there was a chance that they could get his hand fixed to give them more time to prepare for Naraku.

"He was taught by an old monk at the Hiroshi Shrine. He was ancient when I was a small child, I sincerely doubt that he is still alive." Miroku said, as he lay back down on the blanket. He was still weak from the earlier ordeal.

"But there may be a chance." Sango cried.

"Chance for what, Sango." Kagome asked, puzzled at Sango's devastated expression. Before Miroku could stop her, Sango told the others what had happened to his hand. She watched as he closed his eyes, and laid his good arm across his eyes, trying to block out the conversation.

"Okay, okay, quit pestering me, I'll take him." Inuyasha's voice rang out loudly across the clearing. Miroku sat up suddenly, swaying slightly as his head spun. She quickly put her arm around his back to steady him, as she looked down at him concernedly.

"I'll go, but it may be futile." he said as he gazed back up at her, trying to smile.

"Hentai." she suddenly yelled as she dropped her arms from around his back and smacked him up along side of his head. ~ He had done it again, the idiot. ~ she thought as she stomped angrily across the camp, wincing from where he had pinched he backside.

~* End Dreamscape *~

A loud groan awoke her from her dreams. Shifting uncomfortably, Sango blinked her eyes trying to determine where she was. Hearing the groan again, her memory of what had happened swiftly returned and she turned to find Miroku struggling to sit up, one of his hands over his eyes.

"Hoshi." she cried, quickly putting her arm around his back to steady him. He moaned loudly as her arms accidentally tightened around his cracked ribs.

"Ouch Sango, careful." he complained, dropping his hand from his eyes to peer blearily up at her. "Hi" he said a small grin quirking on his battered face. He was startled when she suddenly burst into tears and leapt into his arms.

"Sango, what's wrong? You really didn't hurt me that much." he said concerned as he patted her back awkwardly. If anything, his words caused her to sob harder, frowning he struggled to sit up and pulled her light body onto his lap, his arms reaching around to enclose her closer to him. Her head was buried in his shoulder and her arms had snaked up around his neck. Soothingly, he stroked her beautiful black hair back from her face, as he murmured words of comfort.

He held her gently against him as her sobs began to taper off. Reaching out, he placed he placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head up so he could see her eyes.

"Sango, please tell me, what's wrong?" Miroku could not understand what was going on and needed her to explain.

"Mir. . . Hoshi" she stammered, gazing up into his violet eyes. "I am just so glad you are alive." Tears began to stream down her face again, as she realized that this wasn't a dream and he was really there.

"Alive?" he asked puzzled. "Why wouldn't I be alive?" Looking around the room and noticing the bars on the windows, he turned quizzically back to Sango, "Where are we and what has happened?"

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Author's Note: I am so sorry that this chapter has taken such a long time to come. I had a small writer's block on this story and I am also in the progress of writing one new story and one sequel. The next chapter is underway and I do not think it will take as long as this one.

Please let me know what you think, should I continue? Thanks for your patience.