InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stronger Than Death ❯ Lessons And Memories ( Chapter 3 )

Stronger Than Death

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Summary: The nightmares speak to her His nearing death runs rampant in his mind.. Two cursed, the wind tunnel. With so much power, neither can control it.

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By: Tears-of the-Shadows

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Chapter Three: Memories and Lessons

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Sesshomaru: Though, I do not understand a lot of things in your time, I can't help but wonder about the overbearing smell of humans.

Me: There aren't anymore demons, unless you ask some of my crazy friends.

Sesshomaru: If there are no demons, what's that snarling under your bed?

Me: . . .My bunny slippers, by the way its more of a mad growl, than a snarl. I cleaned from under my bed and I guess its main food source was the dust bunnies.

Sesshomaru: Slippers are items you wear on your feet, not actual living things.

Me: Have you seen underneath my bed, you'd go rabid too.

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It was weird how things you thought were so simple and turned out to be harder than you could ever understand. I felt this way about Kijo, how and why she had a wind tunnel. I highly doubt that she asked for it. I couldn't help but think about the thought Kagome had engraved into my mind.

-" The girl, the girl last night had a wind tunnel, I could feel the energy. I was wondering if that was your sister, and Naraku played a nasty trick and gave her the curse. And I fear that she will be sucked in without the chance to live a normal life, like. . .like-"

" Like me," I finished for her. She looked away, ashamed. -

I sighed as the air flew over my still form. I had some things to discuss with the old drunk, Mushin. No matter how much I willed Hachi to go faster in my mind, it never seemed to click. I let the breeze slide over my body, my muscles loosening all the while. I closed my eyes, hoping the world would go away and I didn't have baffling women taunting me.

It was amazing how the little things could set off my mood. An extremely hot day, A brisk wind. How much soy sauce a man two villages away had on his rice. Simple things like that. I looked off into the dawn, wishing I was sleeping, even if I had a nightmare.

Childish, huh. A monk of my teachings should fear nothing but fear itself. Any human, demon, or half demon would fear my life. How was it that I wasn't supposed to.

"Miroku, you will face many hardships in your life," My father once said. "Do not fear them, you will learn to understand everything."

That was easy for him to say , to tell me not to fear things. Watching him get sucked into his wind tunnel made me panic. I was forced with nightmares showing intense detail. So much detail it made it hard to look at. Every churn of wind, every boulder that broke free, every grain of dirt that flew out of place.

I wanted to be free of this curse. It left me lonely. I was a traveling monk, but that's not where it began. No, then I would have understood. I was old enough to know what my duties were. I was seven and the only thing I wanted to be was normal, I wanted to play ball with the village boys, I wanted to grow up and a marry a sweet girl, I wanted to live way past my usefulness, I wanted to be normal. Was that so much to ask for ?

" Master Mushin, can I go outside and play with the boys, I promise I'll be back before sundown."

" No Miroku, you have to study, It's better that you don't waste time with such foolish activities anyway. You hardly have any time for the other duties in your life, let alone play ball."

I didn't understand then, what he had meant by that. I was too young. Too young to understand he was really saying, ` No Miroku, you can't go play, your going to die soon, so we better fill your head with fighting skills so you can avenge your father's and grandfather's life.'

I could feel the sinister thoughts as they tightened around my neck like a noose of darkness, slowly getting stronger with more pain. I couldn't stop the single tear that slid down my face. I couldn't help but laugh at my foolishness. I hadn't cried since the day that my father had died, and I wasn't going to start now.

" Lord Miroku, we are here." Hachi's voice broke through the silence like a sharp sword through a slug demon. I climbed off of his elastic form and walked into the small house, a house where I was no happier to be than to leave.

Kijo's POV.

I felt the pain surge as he brought the staff down on my head, I really didn't like this game.

" Which form of demon needs ten years of training to turn into its human form?"

" The northern fox tribe, approximately 150 miles from the village Kyoto."

" Hum. Acceptable. Name three types of demon who do not have an animal form."

" The eastern wolf tribe, the southern crow murder, and the various species of slug demons." The staff came crashing down on my shoulder.

" Guess which one you got wrong."

My mind searched for the answer, though my shoulder's throbbing was making me feel lightheaded, " The slug demons, The northern slug clan have evolved enough so they appear to look like a slug but it's just mucus that secretes from the pores of their skin."

" Good girl, One more question, who was the monk you were with yesterday?"

My mind froze, how did he know about that. " Um…" The staff came crashing down on my knee. " Well if you see Lord Um, you better turn right around, if I ever see him near you again, guess who'll get punished."

" Me" seemed to ricochet from somewhere near my toes.

" Good girl." Was the last thing I heard before nothingness consumed my body.

End Chapter

A/N: I think those who have reviewed should be given a million dollars each. If only I had the money. I know this story is a little dark but no one understands the vibes I get from Miroku's calm, cool, and collected mind. I want 3 reviews for this chapter cuz it was pretty short. Thank you and Goodbye.

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Sesshomaru: Are you still mad

Me:. . .

Sesshomaru: I didn't mean to call you stupid.

Me: Really?

Sesshomaru: Yes, really,. . . I meant to call you reckless, atrocious, and dull-witted. Does that make you feel any better?

Me:. . . ( Sarcastically) Gee, Thanks.

Please review. Thanks.

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