InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Future Heart, Future Pain, Future Hope ❯ Chapter 48 ( Chapter 49 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Meaningful conversations among men....

As Inuyasha sat in the tree brooding, he glared impertinently at his best friend and the adult version of the fox. He had jumped several times in the last 20 minutes intent on going after Kagome, despite what they had said...

Each time, he could hear a loud ahem from Miroku, and an I wouldn't from Shippo. It was downright annoying...

Still...their words from before each time, is what actually stopped him from going after his beloved miko, for they would then roll through his head repeatedly. So when a reassuring feeling came from her through their special connection connection, the mating tattoos upon his back flared with her love and need for his forgiveness.

Leaping into the woods, ignoring their calls, the hanyou goes off in search of his mate. Leaving Miroku with an inquisitive fox...

As silence reigns for the next few minutes, Shippo decides to break it with the a single question. “So did you two talk yet?”

Startled by the fox's words, it takes a moment for the monk to realize who the other man is referring to. “I did....”

“How did she take it?” Shippo asked with a curious look.

“She took it well...I think.” The monk admitted reluctantly. “She accepted what I had to say. It's just...”

“You are afraid that admitting it, chased her away...”

“Yes. We haven't really talked since then, except for one time.” The monk nodded in affirmation. “Maybe she doesn't feel the same way for me as I do for her.”

Bounding over with a leap, the fox demon plants himself next to the monk with a finesse that any sane human would envy. “Then talk to her again Miroku. If she hasn't made a move to talk about it, the you need to. To paraphrase Momma, sometimes you need to take a lot of first steps, if you are to get anywhere.” Shippo stated with a grin.

“A lot of first steps, huh?” Miroku chuckled.

“Yeah...it kind of became her philosophy considering all the fights she and Poppa had. You know one or the other always had to make that first step to apologizing.” Shippo states with a knowing smile as Miroku laughed. But as their laughter died down, Miroku looked at the fox demon thoughtfully.

“So...I should make the first step huh?”

“Yes...unlike Momma, who is from the future, Miroku...Sango is a product of this time. And despite her job, to Sango it is not seemly for a woman such as herself to approach a man save for anything but business. And even then, you notice she always looks to you or Inuyasha to handle the situation.”

“I see what you are saying.” The Monk replied with a little bit of chagrin. “Sango is shy....”

Shippo frowns at the monk's words and shakes his head . “You are missing the point Miroku, she isn't shy. The fact that she is a demon slayer and in that skin tight outfit should tell you that much. She is simply a product of her upbringing. To her, she doesn't know how to handle this kind of well approach.” Shippo stated. “Take Momma for example, what did you think of her when you first met her?”

Looking back at the memory, the events at the spring and her strong tempered personality. Miroku looks to the fox with a look of shame upon his features. “I see your point. I will admit, that I thought Kagome was .....and that Inuyasha....”

“A concubine and her master.” Shippo calmly replied, as Miroku nodded his head in embarrassment. “It is understandable Miroku, but as you got to know them, what happened?”

“I saw no such thing.” Miroku said with a smile. “In Kagome I saw a brave young woman, faced with odds that most should shy from. Instead she faces them head on....with all her heart and soul. And as for Inuyasha, I don;t believe I will ever find a truer and more loyal friend then him. To me he is like a brother in all but blood.”

Shippo smiles at the sentiment and nods his head in acceptance. “Miroku, trust me when I say that he thinks of you in the same way. He may not act like it sometimes, but he does listen to you, and not because you are a monk.”

Surprised by the Fox's words, they look up as hanyou re-emerges with a sleepy miko in his arms. Gesturing for silence, the hanyou waits only a few moments....as the Fox leaps into the trees. To give the two friends privacy....

“He's right Miroku...” Inuyasha quietly said. His arms wrapped around a sleeping miko. Her head in his lap, as her legs stretch out to the side. Her mate's arm lightly resting in a mixture of love and protection around her waist. Relaxed in appearance, and yet ready to grab and run should the need arise. “You are the first real human, I could actually call a friend.”

“That's not true Inuyasha. What about Kagome...or dare I say Kikyo?”

Giving a little smile, as he momentarily looks down towards said female, the hanyou shakes his head. “I wouldn't have called them that at first Miroku. To me Kikyo was an obstacle, just someone I had to go through to get what I wanted. As for Kagome...even she would tell you, we didn't consider ourselves friends at first. But you...you annoyed me, you berated me, you even hit me with that damn staff of yours.”

“And that you consider friendship...” The monk interrupted. The shocked and confused expression priceless, allowing the hanyou to chuckle quietly.

“You didn't let me finish.” Inuyasha stated. “Because Miroku, in all the time that I have known you, and that you have stayed with us, not once did you do those things with anger in your heart.” He finished quietly.

“Inuyasha...I don't know what to say.” Miroku said with pure surprise etched into his features at the hanyou's admission.

“Don't have to say anything Monk. Don't have to say anything at all...and just to let you know he's right. You need to make the first step....Kami only knows how many times I had to, with Kagome.” The hanyou stated with irritation.

As Inuyasha admits, his own inadequacies, Miroku nods his head in understanding now. “You know something Inuyasha?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Nothing...just thank you...”

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Leaving Timiko to her own devices, as well as to relish in the fact of becoming the lady of the Western Lands. Sesshomaru spies someone who approaches them. It was one, whom he once would have considered a valued ally in the politics that is his court. That is...til Izayoi.

“What is it that you want, Wataru.” Sesshomaru whispered coldly. “The only reason you are still alive is that my father valued your wisdom, and your friendship. I do not.”

“I understand, my Lord. Just...I have heard some rumors....”

“And this is of interest to me, for what reason?”

“It concerns Mimori, my Lord. It appears the Seeress of the Eagles has left the Eastern Lands.”

His amber eyes, clouding over in pain for but a second, the Dog Lord reveals nothing to his father's former servant as his back is to the elder. “It is of no concern to me, Wataru. She left me remember, or have you forgotten how you lost your eyesight?”

“I have not forgotten my Lord.” The demon says wearily. “Jaken in the time, since he has become your first retainer has rubbed it in continuously.”

“Then why do you tell me of this.”

Saying nothing, the elder remains silent, as Sesshomaru whirls around in anger. His power flaring up, Wataru senses the open hostility, the hatred.... Yet the elder of the two, feels nothing in response from his own inner power....no fear, no anger...nothing.

“Because my Lord, you once ordered me to watch over her. You never have ordered me not to.”

“I would assume, with your punishment for your failure towards not only my father, but myself Wataru, that you would have stopped.”

“My lord, was it not you who told me how much assumptions were worth?” Wataru stated calmly. “You yelled it clearly at your father's death howl.”

Whirling around, the demon lord strides over and in less then a minute, with his arm drawn back, hits Wataru clear across the room. Watching coolly as the demon lands far into the wall, with a tremendous impact, Sesshomaru's power flares tenfold in anger. Remaining expressionless, Sesshomaru turns his back on the demon....and strides out of the room.

And for the first time in nearly 300 years....a worried expression crosses his features.....

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Sorry for the long wait guys, right now I am trying to run a website for a friend in Iraq of all places, and on top of that work, and write these, as well as run my own.

Never enough time, here is something though which I hope keeps you all happy.