InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Songs for the Heart and Soul ❯ Beginning Wave ( Chapter 10 )

 

(taps microphone, horrid screeching sound) Uh, hello. This is Minmay, the long lost authoress of this fic. It has come to my attention that I was going nowhere with the song that I had picked originally for this chapter. So, I am taking the advice of half-breed389…and I'm making a sequel to one of my earlier songfics. “Which one?” you may ask. Well, Light My Fire. (hears Onee squealing) And yes…it's another T.M. Revolution song. Bless his soul, he has made my life better with his music.

 

Lu-nee: Gomen for making you cry. Seems I did that a lot with the last chapter.
Country-girl07: Maa! I made you cry too.
Manda: Waii…you too?
Half-breed389: I've taken your advice!
Ladysango-abc: Ano…again?!
Muffins Mckenzie: Oro! More tears!
Xichiathik: You're back! …Waii, I'm running out of tissues!
SanMirLover: Ack! All out of tissues.

The Dancing Chicken: Waii! So man tears!

 

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, or “hajimaru nami”

 

hajimaru nami
Vocals: Takanori Nishikawa
All Programming and Keyboards: Daisuke Asakura

Words: Akio Inoue

 

 

 

Beginning Wave

Houshi Miroku stole a glance over at his long-time love and new wife. Her black hair glistened like silk as she lay sleeping on the couch in the living room of their suite. A flood of sweet memories came back to Miroku just then, making him smile in simple wonder. One memory in particular stood out. It was a day Sango had been in a sarcastic mood, the day that made him realize that he loved this gorgeous woman with every fiber of his being. The feeling that let him know, despite their differences, they were one and the same.

 

“My dearest Sango. How did you entrap my heart so completely?” He whispered softly, reaching over to caress her face gently. His smile widened when she leaned into his hand.

 

 

----------------------------Flashback----------------------------

 

 

“MIROKU!!!”

 

“Huh?” Miroku asked, pulling off his earphones. “Sorry, San-chan. Didn't hear you.”

 

“Obviously.” Sango said, rolling her eyes heavenward. “I was just saying how hot it's been getting lately.”

 

“Summer's coming quickly.” Miroku reminded her.

 

“No lie? I thought it was the middle of winter.”

 

The two sat on a bench on top of Miroku's apartment building, watching the blue sky. Birds flew by and the clouds drifted as they pleased. It was a beautiful day. Not for Sango, though. It was the anniversary of her mother's death. A single tear slid down her cheek, only to be caught and wiped away by Miroku's soft touch.

 

“I do not know the pain you are going through, but I do know a similar one. I never knew my parents when they were lost to me, while you knew your mother for years. The pain lessens, Sango.” The blue-eyed man whispered gently, “Please don't bottle all this up inside.”

 

“It's not all about me, Miroku. My father is hurting too.” Sango said, “I shouldn't have come here, he needs me.”

 

A pair of strong arms enveloped her, holding her close and letting her know she would never have to be alone. Those arms conveyed something else, something that Miroku was just beginning to figure out for himself. Love. Sweet, unconditional love.

 

 

----------------------------End Flashback----------------------------

 

 

“You want us to what?” InuYasha yelled, “C'mon man!”

 

“Please? It's a surprise for Sango. The melody isn't hard, the song is short.” Miroku pleased.

 

“I say we do it.” Kagome perked up, “Leave it us. Right InuYasha?'

 

“Right.” He grumbled.

 

A smile spread across Miroku's face and he hugged them both. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

 

“Okay, you can let go now.” InuYasha supplied.

 

“Sure. Well, be ready by tonight?”

 

Kagome smiled, “You bet!”

 

 

o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o

 

 

The stage was completely dark. The crowd was quiet; not a sound was heard. Minutes ticked by, the audience waiting with controlled excitement. A single footstep echoed throughout the stadium. One spotlight came to life, revealing a handsome man in a dark vest and tight leather pants. Soon a hushed clamor began to ripple through those gathered before the stage. This gorgeous specimen of the male species walked to center stage with a graceful stride that would make any sane woman swoon. The large screens surrounding the area came to life, his smiling visage gracing every one.

 

“Hello.” His simple and suave greeting, accompanied by a wink, caused an eruption of sound through the crowd as his fans went wild. “Before we start, I'd like to personally thank each and every one of you for supporting me along the way.” Another roar from the crowd came back at him. Miroku leaned forward, microphone in hand. His debonair smile giving way to a flirtatious one. “Let's say we get this party started, huh?”

 

Shouts of excitement could be heard clear out into the parking lot of the stadium and his band began to pick up an unfamiliar tune. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this song is dedicated to my gorgeous wife. Without her, I would not be the man you see now.” The large screens flickered to a startled Sango, who was waiting in the wing of the stage. After a moment to compose herself, the chocolate-eyed woman blessed the crowd with a stunning smile and a small wave. The crowd cheered her name and a pretty pink tinge made its way onto her face before the screen switched back to Miroku.

“Good, seems you all remember her. This is a new song, written from fond memories of our younger days.” He took a deep breath and began to sing. Every single pure, loving emotion and energy was poured into his voice.

 

 

 

Two earphones divide the sound of the song.

I said the season came quickly this year, and you replied sarcastically, "No lie?"

 

You've been left behind in a summer that hasn't arrived yet.

 

On a bench near the sky,

I found part of you that only I know of.

 

You speak fact, among other things, saying it's not about you,

And you fall deep into my heart.

 

"In time you'll heal"... something everyone is sad to mention.

A lonely person can remain cut off, with cruel strength.

 

Swaying heat waves, make me rise.

 

Passion and love are different things.

Although either means to be attracted.

 

Whenever our paths cross, I feel it.

 

We are born of the same water.

 

Because you are there, I'll return.

This place is all I can believe in anymore.

 

Passion and love are different things.

The dazzling brightness perplexes me.

 

I wanted to stop crying, so I laughed instead.

 

We can hear the same waves.

 

 

The crowd came to life once again as the song ended. Sweat glistened off Miroku's body and his breathing was heavy. His whole being had gone into that song. The screens once again flickered to Sango, who had tears in her eyes. Miroku waved her over and she complied. When he made a move to hug her she stopped him.

 

“You're all sweaty!” She said, “You think you're gonna hug me like that?”

 

“You bet I am!” He replied, wrapping his arms around her slim frame. “What're you going to do about it?”

 

“Absolutely nothing.”