InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Future Heart, Future Pain, Future Hope ❯ Chapter 20 ( Chapter 20 )
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By: Simply a Lady 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Romance / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.28.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 580 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Romance / Mystery | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.28.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 580 | Status: Work In Progress
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Contemplation…
“It must be hard for them…” Miroku said out of nowhere. His words, startling the demon slayer as they follow, their friends and the adult kitsune, she can't help but be curious.
“What is Miroku?” Sango replies with a questioning tone.
“Knowing…about Taro, the future now. It must be hard for them…”
Hearing his words, the slayer takes on a thoughtful look, her mind deep in reflection, she nods her head moments later in agreement with his words.
“You're right…”
Surprised by her admission, the monk looks at the slayer, with contemplation and maybe a little amusement. “Did you just agree with me Sango?”
“What of it?”
Chuckling now with laughter, the monk finds himself looking into the strong brown eyes framed with violet dust around their shape. Catching his breath at the sheer beauty of the young woman before him, he is caught off guard as she smacks him.
“What was THAT for?”
“You weren't answering my calls and your hand started creeping up again Monk…” The slayer dripped icily.
“That time it really was truly mindless Sango…”
“Sure…..”
“Sa ngo, I am serious it was this time.”
Giving a little snort of disbelief, as she looks back to make sure she and Miroku are on course, as Kirara continues following the fox and the others. She words a curious question…
“Why did you ask me if I agreed with you Miroku?”
“What do I mean? You mean from a few moments ago?”
“Yes…”
Giving a wry laugh, the monk tightens his hold around her waist, making the slayer blush, somewhat as she feels his body against her backside. She barely keeps in check the urge to just curl back against him, and to feel all that he is…
“I don't think I can remember a time when you agreed with me so quickly.”
Surprised by his comment, Sango turns her head enough to look at him through the corner of one eye. Her mind taking on that familiar look of disbelief, she is about to retort, when his hand comes up to cover her lips.
“Sango, before you say anything, can you honestly look at me and tell me of at least one time, where we actually agreed on something that didn't involve lechery or Inuyasha and Kagome? And within a reasonable amount of time?”
Releasing her lips, Sango simply glares at him with heated anger. “How about all those times we talked about the demons?”
“I don't think that counts Sango…”
“What do you mean?” The slayer replied a little irately. “We always agreed then…”
“After how long a discussion?” The monk answered with a raised eyebrow.
“Well…er…uhh…oh shut up Miroku!” Sango said exasperatedly. Her brown eyes flashing with irritation, and her lips pursed in a straight line. But the look changes to a smile of warmth, and eyes darkening with happiness as she hears the Monk laugh behind her.
Life is fine right now for them…her and Miroku, Inuyasha and Kagome. Heck even little Shippo…life was fine… They all knew what they had to do to accomplish their goals…
Their main goal is Naraku…through his defeat they can save so many from his clutches, they can take revenge on the behalf of those he has killed. So many have been touched by that vile demon's grip, that most everybody now has heard of him in the villages.
Or if not him, one of his incarnations…
But now they have another goal…
One that is as equally important to Inuyasha and Kagome, as Kohaku is to her.
To save Taro…
According to Shippo, or at least the Shippo from the future, he is their son. And looking at him for those few moments, that she had seen him. He was indeed. He was Inuyasha in personality, whereas at the same time he was Kagome in temperament, from what she noticed.
But it seems that like Inuyasha, the youth had been tricked into believing things that were simply not true.
Truth…how much one needs to hear it at times is more or less depending on the person. The fact is, that Taro doesn't want to hear the truth…not that she can blame him.
It can be a wonderful thing….and it can be a horrible thing…
“I feel sorry for him Miroku….” She murmured quietly.
“For who?” The monk replied. Startled and yet at the same time pleased by fact she initiated the conversation.
“Taro…I feel…”
“Sorry for him?”
“Yeah…”
“Me too…” The monk said quietly. “I think he knows deep down who Inuyasha and Kagome are. But after what Shippo had told me, or what little he knew…”
“He may think that they have forgotten him…”
“Unfortunately yes. You and I both know that neither one of them would ever forget anyone close to them. And the fact that he is there son….”
“I see… He will be stubborn and fight us…. Maybe you can do what you do to Inuyasha half the time.”
“Which is?”
“Whack him on the head of course. Every time you do that to Inuyasha, it always seems to get him to listen…”
Laughing at the Slayer's comment, the two continue to speak for a little while. Their minds filled with a mixture of peace and worry, it finally comes to a head when Miroku, in his infinite wisdom realized something important.
That not once in his entire tirade had Taro mentioned him or Sango. Even though he knows that deep down, by the time Taro was born he and Sango were more than likely dead. It also tells him, that Taro knows next to nothing about him, Sango and Kirara.
And their abilities…It might explain that morning when he and Kagome had returned, his demand to not only get moving, but that they come as well. They had wanted to balk at first, but somehow he, with Kagome's help, had convinced them. Now it is coming to him, as to why…
“Sango, I think I know what Inuyasha may be planning…”
Turning curiously towards him, as she gestures for Kirara to keep following the others with simple knee movements, the slayer listens as the monk begins to speak.
“It must be hard for them…” Miroku said out of nowhere. His words, startling the demon slayer as they follow, their friends and the adult kitsune, she can't help but be curious.
“What is Miroku?” Sango replies with a questioning tone.
“Knowing…about Taro, the future now. It must be hard for them…”
Hearing his words, the slayer takes on a thoughtful look, her mind deep in reflection, she nods her head moments later in agreement with his words.
“You're right…”
Surprised by her admission, the monk looks at the slayer, with contemplation and maybe a little amusement. “Did you just agree with me Sango?”
“What of it?”
Chuckling now with laughter, the monk finds himself looking into the strong brown eyes framed with violet dust around their shape. Catching his breath at the sheer beauty of the young woman before him, he is caught off guard as she smacks him.
“What was THAT for?”
“You weren't answering my calls and your hand started creeping up again Monk…” The slayer dripped icily.
“That time it really was truly mindless Sango…”
“Sure…..”
“Sa ngo, I am serious it was this time.”
Giving a little snort of disbelief, as she looks back to make sure she and Miroku are on course, as Kirara continues following the fox and the others. She words a curious question…
“Why did you ask me if I agreed with you Miroku?”
“What do I mean? You mean from a few moments ago?”
“Yes…”
Giving a wry laugh, the monk tightens his hold around her waist, making the slayer blush, somewhat as she feels his body against her backside. She barely keeps in check the urge to just curl back against him, and to feel all that he is…
“I don't think I can remember a time when you agreed with me so quickly.”
Surprised by his comment, Sango turns her head enough to look at him through the corner of one eye. Her mind taking on that familiar look of disbelief, she is about to retort, when his hand comes up to cover her lips.
“Sango, before you say anything, can you honestly look at me and tell me of at least one time, where we actually agreed on something that didn't involve lechery or Inuyasha and Kagome? And within a reasonable amount of time?”
Releasing her lips, Sango simply glares at him with heated anger. “How about all those times we talked about the demons?”
“I don't think that counts Sango…”
“What do you mean?” The slayer replied a little irately. “We always agreed then…”
“After how long a discussion?” The monk answered with a raised eyebrow.
“Well…er…uhh…oh shut up Miroku!” Sango said exasperatedly. Her brown eyes flashing with irritation, and her lips pursed in a straight line. But the look changes to a smile of warmth, and eyes darkening with happiness as she hears the Monk laugh behind her.
Life is fine right now for them…her and Miroku, Inuyasha and Kagome. Heck even little Shippo…life was fine… They all knew what they had to do to accomplish their goals…
Their main goal is Naraku…through his defeat they can save so many from his clutches, they can take revenge on the behalf of those he has killed. So many have been touched by that vile demon's grip, that most everybody now has heard of him in the villages.
Or if not him, one of his incarnations…
But now they have another goal…
One that is as equally important to Inuyasha and Kagome, as Kohaku is to her.
To save Taro…
According to Shippo, or at least the Shippo from the future, he is their son. And looking at him for those few moments, that she had seen him. He was indeed. He was Inuyasha in personality, whereas at the same time he was Kagome in temperament, from what she noticed.
But it seems that like Inuyasha, the youth had been tricked into believing things that were simply not true.
Truth…how much one needs to hear it at times is more or less depending on the person. The fact is, that Taro doesn't want to hear the truth…not that she can blame him.
It can be a wonderful thing….and it can be a horrible thing…
“I feel sorry for him Miroku….” She murmured quietly.
“For who?” The monk replied. Startled and yet at the same time pleased by fact she initiated the conversation.
“Taro…I feel…”
“Sorry for him?”
“Yeah…”
“Me too…” The monk said quietly. “I think he knows deep down who Inuyasha and Kagome are. But after what Shippo had told me, or what little he knew…”
“He may think that they have forgotten him…”
“Unfortunately yes. You and I both know that neither one of them would ever forget anyone close to them. And the fact that he is there son….”
“I see… He will be stubborn and fight us…. Maybe you can do what you do to Inuyasha half the time.”
“Which is?”
“Whack him on the head of course. Every time you do that to Inuyasha, it always seems to get him to listen…”
Laughing at the Slayer's comment, the two continue to speak for a little while. Their minds filled with a mixture of peace and worry, it finally comes to a head when Miroku, in his infinite wisdom realized something important.
That not once in his entire tirade had Taro mentioned him or Sango. Even though he knows that deep down, by the time Taro was born he and Sango were more than likely dead. It also tells him, that Taro knows next to nothing about him, Sango and Kirara.
And their abilities…It might explain that morning when he and Kagome had returned, his demand to not only get moving, but that they come as well. They had wanted to balk at first, but somehow he, with Kagome's help, had convinced them. Now it is coming to him, as to why…
“Sango, I think I know what Inuyasha may be planning…”
Turning curiously towards him, as she gestures for Kirara to keep following the others with simple knee movements, the slayer listens as the monk begins to speak.