InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Snow Angel ❯ The Waiting ( Chapter 22 )
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By: CMK2CMM 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 05.08.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 415 | Visits: 607 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Comedy / Drama / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 05.08.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 415 | Visits: 607 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 22 - The Waiting *The Place of Hope* (Stella's Soundtrack Challenge)
Sango gave Miroku a nervous look, only to have the monk smile back at her. "He's fine, Sango. He was fine yesterday, and he was fine the day before. He'll be fine today."
"I just... I feel so guilty. I promised Kagome I would watch over him, and here I am, letting him wander off on his own for hours at a time."
Miroku shook his head. "No reason to feel guilty. Even Kagome would have eventually tired of walking with him. It'll be fine."
"But, if something were to happen to him... What if he doesn't come back? She'd never forgive me."
For the first two days, Sango and Miroku had taken turns walking with Prince. He was restless, pacing in the hut, and when they took him out, he would immediately begin to walk the borders of the village. He did so almost compulsively, and it was difficult to get him to go back in. He usually only did so when it began to get dark. After two long days out in the cold for no other reason than to chaperone the dog, it was decided that he could go on his own.
For two days since, he had left the hut when the sun rose and returned only when the last rays of light were fading away. They would see him in the distance from time to time as he made his circuit, assuring themselves of his safety. What they didn't know was that once he was allowed to go off on his own, the dog spent a good deal of time sitting beside the old well, just waiting and thinking.
That's where he was again today, lying beside the snow that had built up against the side of Kagome's time portal. His thoughts were confusing, cyclical, and in truth, he had really accomplished nothing. More and more he knew what he wanted, but he also knew that it was just about as likely as Naraku showing up and surrendering, and handing over his shards while promising to do nothing but good from that moment forward.
His thoughts were disturbed by voices in the distance, and the once-taiyoukai instantly focused on the sound, curious about the speakers, and the topic of their conversation. If nothing else, it would serve as a temporary distraction.
Sango gave Miroku a nervous look, only to have the monk smile back at her. "He's fine, Sango. He was fine yesterday, and he was fine the day before. He'll be fine today."
"I just... I feel so guilty. I promised Kagome I would watch over him, and here I am, letting him wander off on his own for hours at a time."
Miroku shook his head. "No reason to feel guilty. Even Kagome would have eventually tired of walking with him. It'll be fine."
"But, if something were to happen to him... What if he doesn't come back? She'd never forgive me."
For the first two days, Sango and Miroku had taken turns walking with Prince. He was restless, pacing in the hut, and when they took him out, he would immediately begin to walk the borders of the village. He did so almost compulsively, and it was difficult to get him to go back in. He usually only did so when it began to get dark. After two long days out in the cold for no other reason than to chaperone the dog, it was decided that he could go on his own.
For two days since, he had left the hut when the sun rose and returned only when the last rays of light were fading away. They would see him in the distance from time to time as he made his circuit, assuring themselves of his safety. What they didn't know was that once he was allowed to go off on his own, the dog spent a good deal of time sitting beside the old well, just waiting and thinking.
That's where he was again today, lying beside the snow that had built up against the side of Kagome's time portal. His thoughts were confusing, cyclical, and in truth, he had really accomplished nothing. More and more he knew what he wanted, but he also knew that it was just about as likely as Naraku showing up and surrendering, and handing over his shards while promising to do nothing but good from that moment forward.
His thoughts were disturbed by voices in the distance, and the once-taiyoukai instantly focused on the sound, curious about the speakers, and the topic of their conversation. If nothing else, it would serve as a temporary distraction.