InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Guardian Angel ❯ Time ( Chapter 4 )

Guardian Angel

 

Chapter 4: Time

 

Vixen-Virus

 

Rating: T

 

Genre: Romance/Mystery.

 

Summary: A story of the supernatural. A young woman who quit believing in love and a young man that would make her believe again, united after an untimely death. Tell me; have you ever dance with a ghost? InuXKag. One-shot turned story.

 

Dedication: ObsessedInuyashaFan.

 

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Guardian Angel

 

“You seem a bit too happy…” Sango narrowed her eyes accusingly as they knocked on Miroku's door. Kagome batted her eyelashes innocently and looked up at her best friend, jutting her bottom lip out just a tad.

 

“What? Me?” Sango glared at her before the door opened to reveal Miroku, smiling at them. He gave Sango and hug and a small kiss on the cheek before turning to hug Kagome tightly.

 

“Save the kiss though.” She whispered when he teasingly leaned in. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders before letting the girls in. They moved to his living room and made themselves comfortable.

 

His house was fairly large, with three floors and more guest rooms then an apartment building. Each room was painted different earth color, with a modest amount of furniture and décor. His walls were always lined with pictures, something Kagome had taken upon herself to do. She had gotten permission from Mushin and had snuck into the house when Sango and Miroku were out in their first year of High school, framing pictures of them and hanging it tastefully around the house.

 

Miroku had been both impressed and grateful. He had been shocked that little Kagome Higurashi had been able to put so many pictures up in such a short amount of time.

 

Kagome smiled seeing the pictures again. They always made her feel happy to see that he had not only kept them up, but over the years, had put some of his own up. She shook her head and looked up from the walls back to her friends who were talking about their day.

 

Every Friday night since they were in Jr. High was called their `Get together' night. They had all grown up but stayed together and mostly thanks to these Friday nights. But Kagome felt a little awkward about it now, since Miroku and Sango had started officially going out. But soon she relaxed, knowing that they were and always would be best friends.

 

“College…what a scary thought…” Sango whispered as they sat on three different couches. They had all dibbed each one the first time they ever visited Miroku and it had just stuck.

 

“We'll be fine. It'll be an adventure!” Miroku gave a small smile. Miroku was going into Business, Sango into English and Kagome had taken into History. Kagome sat back, remembering the times when they had gone to the park when they were younger, in the summer, and now they were going out to club and bars.

 

“Time really got away form us, huh?” Kagome noted. They all nodded their heads before Miroku stood up and rushed out of the room into his room, leaving both girls confused.

 

“Miroku? What the heck? What are you doing?” Sango yelled after a few minutes of hearing rustling and a few ow's as he stumbled into things. Moments after she yelled he had come down with a large box.

 

“And just what is that?” Kagome asked, tilting her head slightly. He had a broad grin on his face as he waved them over, sitting by the fired place in the middle of the room with the large, dusty box.

 

“Seriously, what is that?” Sango asked, sitting next to him. He opened the lid and pulled out papers, VHS', picture albums and a few trinkets and Kagome clapped her ands together.

 

“A memory box!” She shouted as they started looking through the old notes they had sent to each other during class.

 

Kagome: Seriously guys, what is she talking about? Since when were letters supposed to be in math?!

 

Sango: Haha, Oh Kaggie, how will you ever pass this course?

 

Miroku: Dude, our teacher is smoking.

 

Sango: Shut your mouth forever, pervert.

 

Kagome: Are you mad because you're jealous?

 

Sango: Are you mad because you suck at math?

 

Kagome: …Woah! Below the belt, woman!

 

Miroku: Haha, owned. So owned it hurt.

 

“Wow…we were really lame.” Miroku noted as he read the note over before chuckling and throwing it to Sango and Kagome to read. Kagome laughed and shook her head.

 

“Seriously, I'm almost positive I only passed that course with pity marks.” She sighed and shook her head, ignoring the surfacing memories of the horrible math classes she endured. She reached in and pulled out another note she had written to Miroku when they were in English together.

 

Dear Miroku,

 

Stop staring at our teacher, it's a bit creepy, you giant, giant, pervert.

 

Sincerely,

 

Kagome.

 

Kagome gave a soft laugh, handing it over to Miroku who chuckled and shook his head, reaching back in and looking around he found the note that he had written in response.

 

Dear Kagome,

 

Okay. I'll just indulge in you then.

 

Love,

 

Miroku

 

She burst out laughing, remembering that after she finished reading the note she had looked up to see Miroku staring at her intently. He had continued do to so for the rest of the class.

 

“You were such a freak.” Kagome gave him a light push as he shook his head.

 

“I was just misunderstood.” He sighed and looked over to Sango and she tugged at his shirt.

 

“Ahh look at this!” Sango pointed to one of the pictures on the album of the three of them at Summer camp. They had been in a paint fight and they were covered head to toe in random colors. Kagome laughed and looked down to the picture of her and Miroku, smiling brightly by their school and then another of her and Sango doing cart wheels in the yard.

 

“Awe, that's a cute one.” She smiled before looking at one with a young Sango glaring at a young Miroku, who was cowering in fear. She laughed and shook her head, flipping through the pictures of the three of them, from young teens to young adults. Looking up she smiled at the two as they laughed about another note they read.

 

The years had flown by, but no matter what, these two had stayed by her side. She remembered the days they had been there for her, helping her with her math homework, staying up with her when she couldn't sleep and listening to her cry over Koga. Sango had threatened to beat him up while Miroku had literally gone over to his house and punched him in the face.

 

She smiled slightly. They would always be there, wouldn't they? They had taken her hand when she was lost and lead the way for her, clearing the mist that had surrounded her to see the sun, the blue skies and the chirping birds. They were her life, and she couldn't be more grateful for them.

 

“…And like, I don't even understand this. Who decided to put the alphabet and math together? As if math wasn't already hard enough. Like, could we please get realistic here?” Sango burst out laughing, reading out loud a note Kagome had written to Miroku and her during Math class. She had really hated Math. She blushed and rolled her eyes, looking back into the box to see a few random things.

 

Her eyes caught the friendship bracelet she had made for them all during her time away from them in the summer of Grade ten, their first and only summer away from each other. She smiled and picked up the small threaded bracelet, looking to Miroku who gave a soft blush.

 

“You still have it! I do too!” Sango gasped as she looked at Miroku's, it was threaded blue and purple with three beads side by side: MSK. Hers had been pink and black.

 

“I do too.” Kagome nodded her head as he put the bracelet back, but Miroku stopped her, taking it from her hand and slipping it back onto his wrist. He smiled at her and then at Sango.

 

“Even though the years kind of got away from us, it's nice to know we're still together. And the years ahead of us aren't going to get away either, are they?” Kagome smiled at the heartfelt words, nodding her head. She looked to Sango who nodded and winked and both girls lunged at him, giving him a bear tackle and laughing as he tried to breathe.

 

“The years aren't going to last long if you two don't let me breathe!” He yelled loudly, drowned out by their laughter.

 

***

 

Kagome had searched in all her boxes before she finally stumbled in to the right one. Smiling brightly she opened the lid and searched before finding a small green and white threaded bracelet with the same initials as Miroku's. She smiled and placed it on her wrist.

 

“What's that?” She jolted on her seat before turning to see gold eyes peering over her shoulder. She sighed and shook her head. Nearly a week had passed since Kagome had decided to accept InuYasha's existence and still, whenever he popped up that way, she would jump.

 

“You need to wear a bell or something.” She pointed out as she turned to face him. He gave her a playful glare at her smile.

 

“Anyway, Ms. Snarky-Pants. What is that?” He asked again, pointing to the small bracelet. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

 

“A friendship bracelet I made for Miroku and Sango a few years ago.” He raised a black eyebrow at her.

 

“Miroku? Miroku Kazzanna?” Kagome's eyes widened. He knew him?

 

“Yeah…How'd you know?” She watched his small smile.

 

“He was the boss's kid. He's only, what, a year younger then me? We used to see each other from time to time. Before I died we had actually made plans to go out sometime. We were planning on going to the big game that Saturday.” He went a bit silent when he thought about it.

 

He had never been one to break promises and yet he had broken a promise to hang out with Miroku. Sure, it was out of his control, but he had always felt bad about it.

 

Kagome recalled Miroku's excitement on going to the game. Sango and she had waved him off but he had been genuinely excited to see it. She looked back up at InuYasha, seeing his frown before she gave a soft nudge.

 

“Miroku's a great guy…you guys would have been friends, no doubt in my mind.” Kagome smiled a bit, trying to think positively. But what do you tell a guy who lost his life?

 

“…Would we have been friends?” He asked suddenly. Kagome looked up into his eyes as he stood before her, looking down into her eyes as well. She saw the deep embedded sorrow in them and took his hands into hers, smiling.

 

“Of course.” She answered easily. He smiled a bit, though the heavy feeling in his chest stayed. She frowned and stood up, looking into his eyes and trying to convey her honest opinion.

 

“But it doesn't matter. We're friends now, right? Sure…it's odd and completely unbelievable but we are…” She offered another smile. This time though, he smiled back genuinely, surprised she had finally admitted that he was somewhat real.

 

He pulled her into his arms and she hugged him back, reflexively. Time…something he thought he had so much of was slipping by so fast between them. Every night he would come into her room, stay up with her talking until she felt sleepy and then hold her until the morning light before he'd slip off and let her go out with her friends, going about his after life.

 

It was such a short time span yet he found a friendship within the girl with the bright blue eyes, and it delighted him to hear her say the same. He wondered if things could have been differently, if he had been more out going instead of solely focusing on his work.

 

Would he have met her at a party? Maybe walking down the street?

 

He thought back to his life before the accident. The loneliness he felt, the constant wistful thinking of a better life, full of love and life. He frowned when he thought of the accident, of the pain he felt before he gave into the darkness and woke up in confusion, watching his body being taken away in a body bag.

 

He had been frantic, running around, asking for help, but no one would listen to him, until he found an elderly woman, by the name of Kaede, who told him he was in the world of the dead.

 

He never really thought of the afterlife, but that day had sure shaken him up. He had went from living one moment to dead the next. He sighed and looked to Kagome; as he held her small frame to his, he couldn't help but feel a chill of dread creep into his chest.

 

And instead of wondering of his old life, he wondered of his new.

 

Just how long could a dead man and a living woman be together? Just how long could they bend the rules of reality?

 

***

 

The boy smiled as he looked down into the dispersed clouds, watching as InuYasha and Kagome held each other. His silent victory was short lived, however, when he felt the presence of another and heard the accusing voice that fell in tow with it.

 

“Just what do you think you're doing?” A deep voice sounded as he stepped into the white room. The small boy quickly waved his hand over the clouds, blowing at them a bit and washing away the image within the seeing glass.

 

“What? Me? Nothing. Why? Oh look at the time; I should be somewhere else…” He squeaked out and quickly started making his way to the door as the older man gave him an incredulous look.

 

“Messing with people's lives won't get you far. The rules are in place with reason.” He warned the younger one, who gave a nervous laugh and waved him off. The man frowned and shook his head, knowing that the younger would not listen.

 

“I'm doing nothing of the sort…” The boy replied before opening the door and quickly scurrying out, not before hearing the older warn one last time.

 

“I'm warning you, mortal lives are not to be messed with.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N: Oh snap. Just what is going on now?! Haha, Sorry for the extremely short chapter…once again, I'm kinda winging it here!

 

Take care,

 

Vixen