InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Life, Death, and all that's between ❯ Enter the Angel of Death ( Chapter 1 )

Once again the man that looked no older then nineteen walked down the long, cold corridor. His head was held high, ignoring the nurses that seemed to gawk at his appearance. He was 6'6”, and lean, but there were many hidden muscles beneath his tight frame. He wore baggy cargo khaki's that only stayed on him do to the black leather belt with the square spikes. He had on a black hooded sweatshirt that advertised `And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead.' The hood was up shadowing his handsome face, and his face was slightly bowed to avoid the direct light of the fluorescent lights burning all through the Hospital. His deep violet tinted navy eyes scanned his surroundings, like a man with many years in the special forces of some military. He had many gold rings in one ear, and a tongue stud that matched the twin piercing in his right eyebrow. His van brand sneakers didn't make a sound on the floor as he walked toward the room third door from the end of the hall, on the right. His black shoulder length hair was held back in a low ponytail, and a pair of sunglasses hung at the neck of his hoodie.

 

He curled his lip, in slight disgust, seeing the one man that had caused this, leave the room.

 

“Miroku.” The man said, he was 6'5”, and his long silver hair cascaded freely down his back. He was muscular, and lanky, but he wore torn up baggy jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket. His golden yellow eyes held guilt, as his black boots moved him out of Miroku's way.

 

“Inu Yasha, the boss is expecting you.” Miroku said, putting emphasis on the word `Boss'.

 

The silver haired man nodded. He was the only one present that could see the black angel wings held close to Miroku's back, and the sword strapped to his hip. “When does he want to see me?” The man asked, his voice tired, guilty, sad….

 

“When you are done here…” Miroku said between gritted teeth. Miroku turned his back on the man with the silver hair, and white puppy dog ears, as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

 

Inu Yasha watched as the man entered, and he felt his heart contract, he and Miroku had once been as close as brothers, but now… Now he was lucky if Miroku spoke to him.

 

Miroku turned a chair around backward and straddled it, his arms cross atop the back, the glove like brace that went from the base of his middle finger, to the joint of his elbow, was black leather, and buckled firmly in place, the soft denim like fabric over his palm was held in place by a strand of beads that had been blessed and rapped around his arm and hand thrice. His right thumb worried the beads, as he looked down at the pale, and frail looking figure of a woman in the bed.

 

She was about 5'5” when she was on her own feet, her long raven black hair went down to her hips, and was slightly curly, her sapphire blue eyes were long closed, and her ivory skin was pasty and paler then it was when she was healthy. She was super model material, and the one girl the lecher in the chair would never torment with his habits. She was 23, but like him she looked younger, and always would, she looked no more then eighteen at the moment.

 

Miroku gently took her cool, hand in his. He remembered her all too well from before she'd been struck down into this horrid coma. He smiled a tender smile to himself, as he remembered her fifteenth birthday, when she found out why their father was never around, and when she found out who she was, and what Miroku, her older brother did as a part time job till he would graduate that spring. He frowned remembering the fear in her eyes.

 

He gently squeezed her hand remembering when she was eighteen and had taken over when their father was killed, she had done so well, and he wiped his eyes as he remembered the accident two years ago when she had been nearly killed, and ended up here. This was the first time this month that he'd been able to visit his little sister.

 

The door opened, and Miroku bared his teeth, his longer the usually canines flashing in the light, before he dropped his hood, and turned to see who had intruded on his time with his sister.

 

“Higurashi-sama. My apologies.” The nurse winced, seeing the anger in the man's eyes, and catching the vibe that it was a very bad thing to piss off this man.

 

“Miroku.” He said flatly. “My name is Miroku, Higurashi-sama would be my mother, or my late father, not me.” He said, turning back to his sister.

 

The nurse nodded. She came in and checked the woman's vitals, and everything. “We almost lost her a week ago, but she came back, just as we gave up hope, we've been keeping one hell of a watch on her. A few of the nurses have nicknamed her our `Fallen Angel' because she's so beautiful, several of them have taken to her, Shippou, the night nurse, he spends his breaks in here, reading to her.” The woman said.

 

Miroku's jaw clenched hearing he'd almost lost his Kagome. He laughed dryly within his mind at their nickname for his sister. “I will try to stop by more often, Ayame, but I've been really busy with work lately.” He said in a soft apology.

 

The nurse, Ayame gave him a soft smile. “She's in good hands, God willing she'll come out of this…” Ayame left quietly.

 

Miroku closed his eyes, focusing on his sister's aura. It was so pure, but so powerful. He stretched out his mind, being the only one aside from Souta, their little brother, that could mentally talk to her. `Kagome?' He called, willing an answer, he hadn't been able to get one since the day before the accident.

 

`Miroku?' Her mind voice was weak, trembling, it sounded like she had been crying. `Miroku, is that really-` She was cut short as once again she was kept from outside contact.

 

Miroku's eyes flashed open, the violet and navy gone, they now were onyx black, he had heard her, he had felt her, she was still in there. He had hope, he just had to find a way to help her… He needed to talk to her right hand, the one who had taken over the `company' till Kagome returned to the world of the conscious. He had to find Lady Sango, and talk to her…

 

He stood, and leaned down kissing Kagome's forehead, he left a black rose in her hand, as he once again tucked it on the bed. He walked out of the hospital room. His pager went off, and he checked the message, task number three in room 605. He walked to the elevator and rode it down to the sixth floor. He slipped into the room, once again unseen to all. He looked around.

 

A young man, about 17, looked like an athlete.

 

Miroku checked the chart. The boy had an advanced case of leukemia, they hadn't caught it till the late stages. Miroku checked his cheat sheet, task three… task three… He had options with this one, he could do a miracle, or he could escort the boy's soul to the pearly gates…

 

The boy's mother was asleep in the chair beside the bed, and with his new found hope from hearing Kagome's voice, he was in a fairly generous mood. He let himself shimmer into view at the foot of the boy's bed, his wings, half unfurled, the sword at his hip, his arms crossed over his chest, he gave the boy a smirk.

 

“Are you real?” The boy asked, weakly.

 

Miroku nodded.

 

“Mom, mom, wake up, there's an angel…” The boy looked back to Miroku.

 

“She won't see me, I'm here for your eyes alone, Grant.” Miroku said, calling the boy by name.

 

Grant blinked. “I'm gonna die…” He said softly, as though he had resigned himself to it.

 

Miroku smiled, his straight white teeth catching the light, and the violet and navy back in his eyes. “Sorry, buddy, not this time.” Miroku said. “I may act as the Angel of death, but I am also the angel Gabriel.” He unfurled his wings further, as though to balance himself, he uncrossed his arms, and slowly unwrapped the beads from around his arm. “This won't hurt you.” Miroku gave the boy a gentle smile.

 

“That's what the dude taking a bone marrow sample said.” Grant gave Miroku a half grin.

 

“Angels don't make a habit of lying.” He pointed the palm of his usually wrapped hand at the boy, and it sounded like some one had let loose a tornado with in the room, as Miroku's Kaza ana took the cancer from the boy, along with his sins and weakness. Miroku quickly rewrapped his hand.

 

Grant looked at him.

 

“You are the only one that can hear anything I do.” Miroku smiled softly at the boy's confusion. “Give it a couple days and you'll be lifting weights, and racing your car again.” Miroku thought for a moment. “You should check your brakes and brake lines before you go racing again, or you'll end up right back here.” Miroku warned, as he folded his wings close against his back.

 

Grant nodded, already feeling his pain gone. “Thank you, thank you so much.”

 

Miroku bowed deeply, before disappearing from mortal view, he caught the elevator down to the main floor, and exited, he had to go talk to his boss and find out where the Lady Sango was, because he needed to talk to her about Kagome, and privately he wondered what the big man had done to Inu Yasha…