InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Half and Half ❯ chapter3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: fire feline 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.03.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 264 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.03.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 264 | Status: Completed
The sun set in a brilliant burst of dazzling color, as pink and purple clouds
hovered above it. Sango watched the firery spectacle until it disappeared behind
the curtain of the horizon, to put on it's show again the next day. She hugged
her knees and absently stroked Kiarara as she mulled over thoughts in her head.
The air began to grow cool, and the first winking star came out, but she loathed
the thought of going anywhere. The quest was over, Naraku dead, her family
avenged, and she was left alone. She didn't want to return to her camp, because
the absence of other humans would only further depress her. She could always
return to the former Lady Kaede's house, but Kagome and Inuyasha would be there.
Last time she went, Kagome had greeted her warmly, but the brown eyes of her
gentle friend had been filled with sadness, worry and longing, and Sango knew
she was thinking about Inuyasha. Her visit had been brief, and she felt no
desire to return, even though Kagome was her dearest friend. It was just a
futher twist to the knife of loneliness piercing her heart to be around someone
who was deeply in love. Love. Sango took a deep breath of the sweet smelling
air. She wondered if she would ever find out what it would be like to be in
love. Or was it, as she was bitterly beginning to believe, her destiny to always
be alone? She had wondered if Miroku... but no. Who could expect that pervert to
know anything about love? She sighed yet again and picked up Kiarara, and picked
her way to her camp in the nearby woods.
She arrived at her camp, and found it not as deserted as she had supposed.
"Houshi?" she asked in surprise at the sight of Miroku sitting in front of her
fire.
"Ah, Sango." he nodded to her. "I was hoping you would not be too long. How have
you been these past two days?" he conversed pleasantly.
"I've been well, I suppose." she said, still unsure of how to react. Her heart
was pounding so hard she could feel it in her toes. She mentally screamed at it
to stop, it was just Miroku.
"What brings you here?"
"Always straight to the point, Sango. You're a very no-nonsense type person." he
observed. She looked at him, undecided at wether he was teasing her or
complimenting her in some way.
"The truth is, I was near here anyways when I felt a very strong magic coming
from the general direction of the village, most likely meaning that some major
spell had just been cast."
Sango puzzled over what significance this would have. She suddenly gasped when
it mentally clicked.
"Inuyasha! He must of made his decision!" she realized. He grinned.
"Well, shall we go and see what the results were?" he stood up and brushed off
his robes with his now kazaana free hands. The lack of the rosary reminded Sango
of the gigantic battle, the origions of which went back for decades, that they
had just ended, and that she wasn't the only one whose family had been wiped out
by the enemy. Miroku was probably as much alone as she. She knew none of his
family was alive, and he didn't have anyone to turn to either. She wondered why
she had never thought about how tragic his life really had been. She had spent
so much time being nearsighted by her own misery, she had forgotten that she
wasn't the only one with troubles. Really, being faced with the possibility of
your death every day of your life, without being able to do anything about it
must have been hard.
"How did he bear it?" she wondered.
He followed her gaze to his hand, and she realized she had said it aloud. It
came from talking to herself these past couple of days. She blushed, and he
slowly replied
"The only way I could. One day at a time."
He looked back at her, and she could see the sadness in his deep eyes. She
nodded in understanding. She had dealt with her sorrows much the same way,
focusing on getting through one day, ignoring the lonliness and pain that surely
awaited her tomorrow.
Her thoughts were starting to get a little too depressing, so she attempted to
cheer herself up. After all, no use living in the past, is there?
"Well, let's go then!" she said, plastic smile in place. Miroku smiled back half
heartedly, and they began their trek to the village in a somber, but
understanding silence. Sango walked beside Miroku, thankful that he had showed
up and pulled her out of her pity party. It was good for her to see that there
were other suffering people in the world, to act as a reminder that all she
could do was pick up the pieces of her life and move on.
Miroku's hand slid toward Sango, froze a moment, then wrapped around her ...
hand. Such a simple gesture that was so unlike Miroku that it surprised and
moved her. She drew closer to him and gave a gentle squeeze to his hand.
Kiarara trailed behind and watched her master and friend. Had Sango been able to
speak cat, Kiarara would have had an earful to give her. She really should be
getting out more often to see her friends; spending so much time alone was not
good for her health. And it was about time she finally making some progress with
Miroku. Couldn't she see that he loved her? And that she loved him back? Stupid
humans with their tendency to miss the obvious. They must have lost their sense
of this just like they had lost most of their other senses. If only they would
listen to their wiser, more experienced animal companions. Of course, Sango
could not understand cat speech, so this wisdom was lost to her.
***
Kagome was fascinated by her newly heightened senses. Her hearing and sense of
smell were so much stronger, it was like they were completely different senses
than those she had grown up with. She could hear the wind in the grass outside,
a bird that could have been a quarter of a mile away, Inuyasha breathing, a
conversation between two villagers about crops, and loudest of all in her ears,
her own heartbeat. She was already beginning to distinguish smells from one
another. Of course, she was still very unexperienced, and could not identify
most of these smells, but it didn't keep her from trying. The first smell she
tried to identify was Inuyasha. He had made so many comments about her smell,
whether good or bad, it made her curious to see what his scent was like. She had
told him this, and he just laughed at her eagerness to learn everything at once.
"It takes a pup time to learn, Kagome. What is that saying you use? Something
about rope not being made in a day?"
Kagome laughed.
"It's 'Rome wasn't built in a day,' Inuyasha." she said in between giggles.
"Ancient Rome was a famous city with huge buildings and statues that the only
the ruins of remain. It took years and years to build Rome." she briefly
summarized the history lesson.
He grinned.
"Well, Rome or rope or your sense of smell, it takes time to build these
things." Noting her crestfallen face, he added, "But we can go out tomorrow and
I can help teach you." She smiled, and gave him a hug. He was still a little
unused to physical contact with her, but it felt nice.
"Okay, tomorrow." she murmured, her face buried in his robes. She inhaled
deeply, trying to catch his scent. It was a hard smell to place, she realized.
She couldn't compare it to anything. It was a masculine smell, but pleasant,
almost kind of woodsy smelling. She found she liked it a great deal.
***
Miroku stopped short before they reached the hut. He shushed Sango's question.
"Do you feel that?" he whispered.
Sango was silent for a moment.
"Youki." she whispered.
"There's Inuyasha's youki, but there's another. I can't seem to place it, but it
feels slightly familiar. I can sense Kagome's miko powers too, but they seem
fainter than usual for some reason." he wondered aloud.
"So there's someone else in there." A demon someone else.
"Yes, but if Kagome and Inuyasha were in any trouble, we'd know by now."
"Let's be careful, just in case."
Miroku nodded and they approached the hut. Sango quietly opened the door, and
they rushed inside, prepared for just about anything. Except the sight that
greeted them.
Inuyasha was locked in an embrace with someone, this someone whose youki they
had sensed before. A hanyou, by the look of the ears. They stood in shock,
wondering how Inuyasha dared be such a two timer so openly. And Kagome was
nearby too! What was going on?
Inuyasha and the other hanyou quickly seperated at the sight of the exterminator
and priest, and the female hanyou was revealed to be an attractive dog half
breed with black hair and ears.
"Hi guys," she said sheepishly, unsure of how their reaction would be.
Miroku's jaw dropped, and all he could say was "Kagome?!!"
Sango, however, used a very Inuyasha-esque line.
"What in the seven hells happened to you?"
hovered above it. Sango watched the firery spectacle until it disappeared behind
the curtain of the horizon, to put on it's show again the next day. She hugged
her knees and absently stroked Kiarara as she mulled over thoughts in her head.
The air began to grow cool, and the first winking star came out, but she loathed
the thought of going anywhere. The quest was over, Naraku dead, her family
avenged, and she was left alone. She didn't want to return to her camp, because
the absence of other humans would only further depress her. She could always
return to the former Lady Kaede's house, but Kagome and Inuyasha would be there.
Last time she went, Kagome had greeted her warmly, but the brown eyes of her
gentle friend had been filled with sadness, worry and longing, and Sango knew
she was thinking about Inuyasha. Her visit had been brief, and she felt no
desire to return, even though Kagome was her dearest friend. It was just a
futher twist to the knife of loneliness piercing her heart to be around someone
who was deeply in love. Love. Sango took a deep breath of the sweet smelling
air. She wondered if she would ever find out what it would be like to be in
love. Or was it, as she was bitterly beginning to believe, her destiny to always
be alone? She had wondered if Miroku... but no. Who could expect that pervert to
know anything about love? She sighed yet again and picked up Kiarara, and picked
her way to her camp in the nearby woods.
She arrived at her camp, and found it not as deserted as she had supposed.
"Houshi?" she asked in surprise at the sight of Miroku sitting in front of her
fire.
"Ah, Sango." he nodded to her. "I was hoping you would not be too long. How have
you been these past two days?" he conversed pleasantly.
"I've been well, I suppose." she said, still unsure of how to react. Her heart
was pounding so hard she could feel it in her toes. She mentally screamed at it
to stop, it was just Miroku.
"What brings you here?"
"Always straight to the point, Sango. You're a very no-nonsense type person." he
observed. She looked at him, undecided at wether he was teasing her or
complimenting her in some way.
"The truth is, I was near here anyways when I felt a very strong magic coming
from the general direction of the village, most likely meaning that some major
spell had just been cast."
Sango puzzled over what significance this would have. She suddenly gasped when
it mentally clicked.
"Inuyasha! He must of made his decision!" she realized. He grinned.
"Well, shall we go and see what the results were?" he stood up and brushed off
his robes with his now kazaana free hands. The lack of the rosary reminded Sango
of the gigantic battle, the origions of which went back for decades, that they
had just ended, and that she wasn't the only one whose family had been wiped out
by the enemy. Miroku was probably as much alone as she. She knew none of his
family was alive, and he didn't have anyone to turn to either. She wondered why
she had never thought about how tragic his life really had been. She had spent
so much time being nearsighted by her own misery, she had forgotten that she
wasn't the only one with troubles. Really, being faced with the possibility of
your death every day of your life, without being able to do anything about it
must have been hard.
"How did he bear it?" she wondered.
He followed her gaze to his hand, and she realized she had said it aloud. It
came from talking to herself these past couple of days. She blushed, and he
slowly replied
"The only way I could. One day at a time."
He looked back at her, and she could see the sadness in his deep eyes. She
nodded in understanding. She had dealt with her sorrows much the same way,
focusing on getting through one day, ignoring the lonliness and pain that surely
awaited her tomorrow.
Her thoughts were starting to get a little too depressing, so she attempted to
cheer herself up. After all, no use living in the past, is there?
"Well, let's go then!" she said, plastic smile in place. Miroku smiled back half
heartedly, and they began their trek to the village in a somber, but
understanding silence. Sango walked beside Miroku, thankful that he had showed
up and pulled her out of her pity party. It was good for her to see that there
were other suffering people in the world, to act as a reminder that all she
could do was pick up the pieces of her life and move on.
Miroku's hand slid toward Sango, froze a moment, then wrapped around her ...
hand. Such a simple gesture that was so unlike Miroku that it surprised and
moved her. She drew closer to him and gave a gentle squeeze to his hand.
Kiarara trailed behind and watched her master and friend. Had Sango been able to
speak cat, Kiarara would have had an earful to give her. She really should be
getting out more often to see her friends; spending so much time alone was not
good for her health. And it was about time she finally making some progress with
Miroku. Couldn't she see that he loved her? And that she loved him back? Stupid
humans with their tendency to miss the obvious. They must have lost their sense
of this just like they had lost most of their other senses. If only they would
listen to their wiser, more experienced animal companions. Of course, Sango
could not understand cat speech, so this wisdom was lost to her.
***
Kagome was fascinated by her newly heightened senses. Her hearing and sense of
smell were so much stronger, it was like they were completely different senses
than those she had grown up with. She could hear the wind in the grass outside,
a bird that could have been a quarter of a mile away, Inuyasha breathing, a
conversation between two villagers about crops, and loudest of all in her ears,
her own heartbeat. She was already beginning to distinguish smells from one
another. Of course, she was still very unexperienced, and could not identify
most of these smells, but it didn't keep her from trying. The first smell she
tried to identify was Inuyasha. He had made so many comments about her smell,
whether good or bad, it made her curious to see what his scent was like. She had
told him this, and he just laughed at her eagerness to learn everything at once.
"It takes a pup time to learn, Kagome. What is that saying you use? Something
about rope not being made in a day?"
Kagome laughed.
"It's 'Rome wasn't built in a day,' Inuyasha." she said in between giggles.
"Ancient Rome was a famous city with huge buildings and statues that the only
the ruins of remain. It took years and years to build Rome." she briefly
summarized the history lesson.
He grinned.
"Well, Rome or rope or your sense of smell, it takes time to build these
things." Noting her crestfallen face, he added, "But we can go out tomorrow and
I can help teach you." She smiled, and gave him a hug. He was still a little
unused to physical contact with her, but it felt nice.
"Okay, tomorrow." she murmured, her face buried in his robes. She inhaled
deeply, trying to catch his scent. It was a hard smell to place, she realized.
She couldn't compare it to anything. It was a masculine smell, but pleasant,
almost kind of woodsy smelling. She found she liked it a great deal.
***
Miroku stopped short before they reached the hut. He shushed Sango's question.
"Do you feel that?" he whispered.
Sango was silent for a moment.
"Youki." she whispered.
"There's Inuyasha's youki, but there's another. I can't seem to place it, but it
feels slightly familiar. I can sense Kagome's miko powers too, but they seem
fainter than usual for some reason." he wondered aloud.
"So there's someone else in there." A demon someone else.
"Yes, but if Kagome and Inuyasha were in any trouble, we'd know by now."
"Let's be careful, just in case."
Miroku nodded and they approached the hut. Sango quietly opened the door, and
they rushed inside, prepared for just about anything. Except the sight that
greeted them.
Inuyasha was locked in an embrace with someone, this someone whose youki they
had sensed before. A hanyou, by the look of the ears. They stood in shock,
wondering how Inuyasha dared be such a two timer so openly. And Kagome was
nearby too! What was going on?
Inuyasha and the other hanyou quickly seperated at the sight of the exterminator
and priest, and the female hanyou was revealed to be an attractive dog half
breed with black hair and ears.
"Hi guys," she said sheepishly, unsure of how their reaction would be.
Miroku's jaw dropped, and all he could say was "Kagome?!!"
Sango, however, used a very Inuyasha-esque line.
"What in the seven hells happened to you?"