InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Under Anothers Watchful Eye ❯ The Colors Of Morning ( Chapter 9 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha and company. Soul rights belong to Rumiko Takashi

Note: -*-*-*- Means we are seeing a dream. It will not be in italic.

Note: 'This is how it will be written if it is thought to ones self.'

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Sango awoke to the early mornings sun. Its dareing colors swept over the land, ruleing over the night, washing it out as if water. Pinks, reds and yellows all clashed together, circleing around the giant orb, which slowly started to rise. Giveing signal, with its mere presents, that morning had stareted, and night was no more. It lighted the Earth, ground and sky, painting it in ways that seemed far to unreal to be true.

Letting a tired yawn slip from her mouth, she survayed the room as she oftern did when she awoke. Acting as if a den mother, she counted heads to make sure all were present and counted for. One, two, three. Her mind said. Four.... where is the fifth? There should be five! Her mind beckond at her. She looked at her surrondings. InuYasha layed calmy next to Kagome in the next room over. His arms wrapped protectivly, as if trying to sheild her if harm should come their way. Yet in a sense, it looked like he was holding her so, so she wouldnt leave. If Sango had not had been so preoccupied, she would have smiled on the pleasent scene, thinking about how right they were for each other, yet in a sense, so wrong. So alike, yet so different. So together, yet so apart. Just when you think one thing, they turn around and do the opposite.

Shippo layed snuggly on the futon next to her. His small body was on his side, his vest to his outfit mildly being wrinkled. His chest nut colored hair, wrapped up tightly in a high pony tail, was fanned out around his futon. Kirara, was next to him, her white tails with the black upon the ends, looking as if some one had stuck them into an ink jar, circled around her body, keeping herself and Shippo warm. Through the years, she and Shippo had really grown so much closer. Often, they would do tasks together and could more than likely be found playing with one another. Over time, as Kagome and InuYashas realtionship grew more together, the young kitsune had seemed to fall into a slump, maybe even a depression? His smile was there, sure enough, but behind that, lied a thousand tears, just awaiting to be shed.

So, she looked around and came upon the conclusion that it was indeed the monk who was missing. Why had he gotten up so early? True enough he often did do so on some mornings, just after the sun had risen and the day break had already begun. But this was different. The sun was still riseing, and oddly enough, that scared Sango. Miroku was never the one to take the long way, and getting up early seemed far too... uncharactoristic for even her likeings.

Standing, she rubbed her sore mussels that ached from being awoken too early. The contrasted as she began to walk forward, trying to leave the hut. It was her calf, however, that wanted differently. The made their opionon clear that they wanted nothing to do with this 'walking' business, at such an early, and unexpected hour. Sango protested aginst her legs, and walked on, out of the hut, her legs flimsy.

She, at first, had no time to notice the monk sitting directly in front of her face, for the breath takeing sun rise was too much to its name. It caught her breath. She had not realized she was holding it in, until, with a deep sigh, she released it. The swirling colors joined, mixing, becomeing colors that an artist would only dream of. The white clouds engulfed the sun, makeing it easier to stare directly at. Sango had no doubt in her mind that Kami had put clouds upon this masterpeice, so it was less painful to look at. They were protecting them once agian, even from something so beautiful and fragile, that it would be the least thing you would expect to need, nor receive protection from.

Sango walked closer to Miroku. It had taken him but a moment longer than it would have on any other day to notice her being there. He was always good at senseing these things, but not great when he was distracted. And to say that he was preoccupied, was a understatment. He sighed heavily, as he cast one more final glance at the sun, and all its mysterys that it held, deep with in its core, and turned to face Sango. She, too, seemed intranced by the suns arua. Slowly, as if forgetting that he was there, Sango turned her head to face Miroku.

His face was of a tired one, tired from knowing his fate, tired from praying to the gods, to the fates, to anyone who had power and would listen. Tired from searching the heavens, trying to find the answers. Tired of searching the night, trying to find the morning, Miroku was ready to collaspe. But under his worn eyes were the unmistakeable look of.... sadness. Yes, Miroku was tired of being sad.

"Miroku... What are you doing out here?"

"I was unable to sleep, so I came out here to think."

"Why were you unable to sleep Miroku?" She asked, interested.

"You see, today is the anniversary of my parents demise. Today was the day that my father and mother met their fate."

"Oh, Miroku! I am so sorry..." She began, trying to find the words that would not form on her lips.

He smiled, a soft, sad smile.

"Thank you."

She smiled in return, her heart dropping all the way down to her toes.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?"

She looked at him, and then off into the sun set. The mixture of colors never fadeing, never leaveing, as if trying to console Miroku, keeping themselfs around just a little while longer.

He shook his head at a slow, steady pace from left to right.

"No, please, stay here with me Sango."

"Ofcourse. I just thought maybe you would have wanted to think, to be alone..."

"At first, I did. On this day, I am never too pleasent. But then, I looked off into the sun rise, and it was as if it washed away my troubles away, just for a moment."

"Yes, it si quite-"

Her sentance was never finished. A soft, yet firm, familar hand reached down, strokeing her bottem area. She jumped in surprize. Irritation clear on her face.
She moved her right hand back, then forcefully pulled it to meet the flesh of Mirokus left cheeck. The skin was red, and as if comming back to both reality and her senses, she began to feel the giant tug of guilt on her heart and soul. Here he was, in pain, in greif! And she slaps him...

"Im so sorry Miroku, I-"

"No, its ok Sango. The slap brought me back, I actually feel a little better, as if it were a normal day."

All Sango could do was smile, a soft, shy, barely there smile.

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Later that day, Kagome awoke, to a soft, unfamilar feeling, lieing underneath her. It was some what hard, yet not uncomfortable. It was strange, yet, not unknown. As she blinked open blurry eyes, as the memory hit her that they had spent the night at the house, belonging to a wealthy lord, and his daughter, the princess. She was a beautiful women, of only about 17, prehaps. She was at just the right height: tall, but short enough so that the man dominated over her. She had long, jet black hair, and uncanny, matching eyes. She wore an out fit that was cleverly made and printed. Although she had such high standerds, she seemed uncommenly taken by Miroku. Almost too hard to believe that some one may just take his offer seriously, she gave a short, soft giggle, which ended in more of a sigh.

Kagome inspected the room around her. These surrondings were not exactly what she had expected to wake up to. Why hadn't she remembered that they had stayed over night at the princesses house, in thanks for Miroku slaying the intrudeing demon? The room that she and InuYasha slept in was almost entirely empty, with the exception of the futon which they shared. The walls to the hut were of a deep brown, and the were completely bare. It had one door, which led to the main room, where her friends layed, snuggled in warmth. Much like herself.

She looked down, to find herself wrapped up in the arms of crimson fabric. She smiled pleasently, and moved closer to the heat source. Her eyes fluttered for but a minute, and then flew open, claiming that she was awake. It had to be atleast seven a.m. and no one seemed to inside.

'Sango has probaly taken Shippo to get breakfast.' She said to herself. The word breakfast was more appeling than she thought. She turned her attention up ward to the sleeping hanyou.

Gentaly, she stroked his shoulder, letting a finger run across his face, lingering at his cheeck bone for more than a second. The pads of her fingers trailed l lightly down his jaw bone. What was she doing? Shakeing the thought from her head, she began to shake him in a gental way, but with enough force to have him come from the land of dreams. He looked so peaceful lieing there, his body unaware to his surrondings. No that wasnt true. InuYasha was never unaware of anything. Silently she wondered why his gaurd was being let down. He should have been up long before her, and she felt herself worried that he may be sick or comming down with some thing. She lifted her hand to the top of his fore head to feel his temperature, then cupped his cheeck to see if he felt flushed. But every thing seemed fine, every thing seemed normal.

She began to feel the need to fall back asleep herself agian creep up on her. No, it was too early, and they were behind. They had to go. She Shook his shoulder and slowly he awoke.

Amber eyes greeted the world hazily. A small grunt was let out of his mouth, as he blinked away the blurryness. He looked at the beams of sun light, comming through the door way, lighting even the darkest corners. His eyes narrowed at the sudden burst of light, squinting until he was adjusted. What time was it? How long had he been asleep?

"Morning...." His voice trailed off. It was said more sleepily than he would have wished. From that action, she smiled widely at him. What was it about her smiles that made him so... complete? When ever she flashed him that simple look, he felt like giving her the world, and every thing it had in it. He had seen many women, and it goes with out saying, he had seen them smile. It was a commen act on others, but on Kagome, she wore it like it was made just for her. No one could even stand a chance next to her. How had he gotten so lucky to wind up where he was now? Waking up next to the most beautiful women he had ever lied eyes on. How many people would have given up a limb, just to trade places with him for one moment. He could think of two, just off the top of his head.

Koga.

'That cocky bastard. Which reminded him.... he had not shown up in a while. Wonder why. Maybe that damned wolf figured out that Kagome, as he so like to call her, was not 'His' women. No, she is mi-...........'

Had he just thought that? Had he just almost called Kagome... What was he going on about anyways?

His big amber eyes peirced at Kagomes. She was stareing at him, the smile was still adorned beautifly on her face, but a look of confusion, mixed with a small, hardly noticeable, smirk was hidden there too. How cold anyone not want her? She was so trusting, so careing so....

Hojo.

That name still made his fists clencth. Where did he get off takeing Kagome on a date, trying to kiss her? He would never forget that scent as long as he l lived. The fool was no more that a boy at that! He had chest nut hair and careing eyes, but other than the boys height, there was no way to tell his age. How could he be man? He was such a weakling!

All this daunting made a small smile press at the corners of his lips, and Kagome was stareing at him now, with unsure eyes.

"InuYasha...?" She said, her voice shook a little as it came out.

"What time is it?"

"I dont know. No one is here but us."

"Where did they go?"

"Probaly to get some food."

"That sounds good."

"Yeah. Come on, lets get up!"

Kagome stood, leaveing the side of his body where she had layed, freezeing. He mourned her loss. He quickly got up, and they walked off to find their friends.

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Sango and Miroku were found idly walking the village. It seemed all too strange to see them together like that, espically when they were alone, and close, and Mirokus hands stood frozen by his side. To anyone else, this would look entirly normal. But to a certian silver haired hanyou, and a breath takeing miko, this site was to much to take in at once.

"Do you see that?!?" Kagome whispered with delight. Sango and Miroku had not noticed them yet, and she kept her tone quite, so not to disturb them.

"See what?" He grunted, by kept his voice low, following in Kagomes foot steps.

"Sango and Miroku, of course!" Kagome was giddy. The hanyou just looked, his eye brows slightly raised in confussion.

"Oh! I see. Miroku has his hands to himself."

"Yeah, but...." She began

"They are there together, InuYasha.... Alone."

"So?"

"Maybe Miroku will admit how much he likes her."

"Keh." was all he said at first.

"I wonder what Sango would do if he did....."