InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hand Games ❯ Touching Hands ( Chapter 1 )

Genre: Emotive/Introspective
Word count: 222
Characters: Miroku
Summary: The story of one man's hands.

Hands tell stories.

Praying, holding eachother and another's.  Working, playing, writing.  Touching. 

Warriors' hands, musicians' hands, peasants hands. Kings' hands.

His hands.

Constant reminder that all stories have endings, and his may be short, if not necessarily sweet.

Hole like the Christian God, but only in one palm, unfinished sacrifice. But it will be enough.

He feels as though he is the gateway to somewhere else: after all, where must all of the things that pass through his naked hand find themselves?

A question that he decides that he can wait to find the answer to—his time will come soon enough.

He just doesn't know when.

Therefore, he resolves to act as though it would come imminently: that day, that hour, in the next second.  He loves and forgives equally, unconditionally: love, it costs him little to share, and forgiveness matters little to him, but can make such a difference to those who have confidence in their immortality. So he forgives.

He wishes she would.

Or better, that she would understand: he treats life as a joke, because the only other option is to treat it as a tragedy. He would rather enjoy himself and, frankly, can't see the point of any other approach.  So he uses his hands to add to the fun of it all. 

Touching. 

Perhaps, one day she will understand.

She is the only thing that he takes seriously—his one tragedy in the comedy of his glaringly mortal life.