InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Under Anothers Watchful Eye ❯ The Way To A Dream ( Chapter 10 )
[ 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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"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....."
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This was so right. Why did this feel so right? How could it be that through some ones pain, she was getting pleasure. Not pleasure as in she delighted in the thought that Miroku was hurting. She was seeing the monks soft, gental, touching side, that she knew exsisted there. Way deep down. She was just thrilled to have found it, and now knew that her perdiction was true.
The dark eyes of that of the demon slayer focused on the monks. Her eyes filled with a certian pain that would never be known to the world. No one would understand if she told them anyways. A half demon named Naraku tricked her village into slaying a demon, only then to brain wash her younger brother, kohaku in to killing their friends, along with their father. Her whole village was gone. The one place that she called home, now had no meaning, and nothing to return to. Who would believe her? But then agian, who would care? She had no one but these people that were here with her.
And the one guy she cared for most in the world, standing right before her. Why was it so hard for her to admit her feelings? She could shout them to herself, so why couldnt she voice it aloud?
'Simple, because you dont know if Miroku feels the same.' Her inner voice said. She hated when it was right.
But there they were, just stareing out into nothing, watching some children playing, some people laughing, envious of their joy. Sure they were happy, but these people were.... normal. They were normal happy, led normal lives. Sango had been normal once. Well, as normal as a female demon slayer can be. Miroku was indeed, quite the opposite. He had known from the time of his birth that he was different. They way that the village pittied him, the way he could never remove a single strand of fabric. Because if so, he would be able to suck the entire town into his hand. That was hardly normal. But did they want to be normal?
"What are you thinking about?" A voice called, takeing her from her thoughts.
"How lovely it is out here." Sango stated, overing up the painful truth.
"Yes, it is rather beautiful out here. Espically when the sun rises." Miroku looked up at her, and smiled a small, tired smile.
And for some unknown reason, she blushed. Sangos face was as red as InuYashas haori.
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"Can you here them InuYasha?"
"Keh." Was all he answered.
"Well, can you?" She demanded.
"Yeah, I can hear them." His tone was one of annoyance.
"What are they saying?" She cherped happily.
"Something about sunrises." InuYasha grumbled.
"Why was Sango blushing like that?"
"Dont ask me!"
Kagome just let out a sigh. It was happening, finally. And InuYasha did not seem to care in the least. This could change her dearest friends lives forever, them stareing off into nothing at first, then peirceing into one anothers eyes. It was so romantic it hurt. She wanted romance, but the stubborn hanyou was most likely not going to give it to her. No, him sleeping next to her was about as far as he would permit it to go.
He was only there because of those dreams. Other wise the futon and sleeping bag would bare only one body instead of two. Well, one and a half. If not for InuYasha, Shippo would still be sleeping next to her. Wait, where was Shippo and Kirara.
"InuYasha?"
"Yeah?"
"Where is Shippo?"
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"These look great Kirara!" The young kitsune said gleefully. He was high above the ground, fingering a plump fruit.
"How many of these do you think we'll need?" He asked, lloking down at the two tailed cat demon. Kirara was in her normal state, small and innocent. Her creamy ivory fur was dipped into black at the endings of her tails, and paws, as well as other parts of her. She mewed in reply to the kits question. Her eyes, picking up on a smell and a sound, twitched, as she turned her head to greet her friends.
"Hi Kirara!" Kagome said happily.
"Kagome!" Shippo cried at seeing the young women. The breeze picked up and her ivory and green sailor school uniform swayed in the breeze. A man in crimson stood idly beside her. He moved his head, as he pushed the silver locks out of his face. Amber eyes watched carefully up into a tree.
"What are you doing up in there Shippo?" He said it in a tone that signifyed that he was not to happy at the moment.
"Me and Kirara got hungry. You two werent awake, and Sango and Miroku were busy. So we went to get food ourselves."
"Busy?" Kagome asked, unspoken questions hinting in her voice.
"Yeah, they were talking. They seemed really sad, so we went off on our own."
Kagome frowned in disappointment. Thats not what she wanted to hear.
"Do you want anything Kagome?"
"Yeah, thanks Shippo." She said, leaveing her thoughts behind.
She glanced around to the hanyou who stood silent next to her.
"InuYasha? Do you want some?"
"No."
"You should really get something to eat. You will starve to death!"
"Keh. What ever." He said.
Today was going to be difficult.
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The day had reached about eleven o' clock, and the day was just setting in. The twilight hours were far ahead and Miroku looked out into the sky with a regretful glance. It had seemed that everything that could go wrong, could possibly go wrong, did when it came to him.
'Its the fates.' He told himself. It was a statement that his father had often made, one of the only things he was able to remember. Because of his familys curse, his father was convinced that the gods, the fates, or anyone that had power what so ever, was aginst him. As of late however, Miroku had taken to the depressing term.
Sango looked over, a few steps behind, at the monk. He was in such a great deal of pain, but would never show it. Today was the exception. Tentatively, she stepped closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. Slowly, he turned his head to face her own, and Sango nearly gasped when he looked her way.
His face was pale, marked in sadness. His eyes were weaved with aggrieve, a distressed look adorned upon his solem face. She uttered his name in a soft, yet still sad voice.
"M...Miroku?"
"Yes, Sango?" His tone was one of a man, faceing to look at the inevitable.
"Would you.... Would like to vist your parents?"
"I often go to vist them on this day. But seeing as we are far behind we should really be g-"
"Miroku, I'm sure that one day would not matter. Do you want to see them?"
He looked thoughtfully at her for a moment. Yes, he did want to. To vist the people who had left him, to be taken in the care of a drunkard. But yet, he still loved them, still mourned for them. Still needed them.
"Yes. Thank you Sango."
She only nodded her head in reply.
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The grave of his parents was a truely different one. It was marked by only a small staue that they were there, indicating it, stateing it, and reminding others. Not that the grave wasnt enough of one. A huge hole was plastered in the ground, well, more of an indent. Grass had started to grow, and Mushin kept it well enough cared for. the monk let out a heavy sigh when he saw the giant grave that he had come to know so well.
As Kirara set down upon the Earth, Miroku got off, his steps were in small, slow, strides. Sango, who had been asked to accompany him, stayed for an extra second longer to look at her dear friend, her interest, her desire. He looked tired, and restless. She could see that this day was something that would linger on in his mind forever. It was a day that would replay over and over and over agian. The broken record never stopping. Yet some how, he managed to put on a pleasent face, and carry on with the rest of the group. Prehaps, he inside, fought the battle to give in all together.
It was so unfair that this had to happen to such a good person. Sure, he was a hentai, and he did seem to cheat and bribe people more than often, but inside, he was fair, kind and loyal. Although he ran after the women that they passed, he always came back to her. Sango. His Sango. It was so unoffical, yet she could feel that the want, the need, the desire that drove her, was inside of him as well. She just needed to find it, and once she did, she would never let herself lose it.
Miroku walked uneasily to the site where his parents layed. His whole world caved in on him as he saw the familar tomb that marked them. The only thing that let people know that they exsisted. Their faces haunted him on this day. Memories crashes down upon him, flooding his mind. The uncontrolable urge to cry came to him. He wanted to just let the tears fall, the amount that could come out would be one which would never end.
But all that came to him, as he knelt beside his parents, as memories of past times came, were a few stray tears, that flowed down his cheecks, each one dripping, feeling like acid. He wiped away the strand of tears that his thoughts had created. How long had it been? He had not been here in atleast two years. Was the quest really that important? Should he just find a women that was in need, and willing to bear his child just to get out of that pain? That way he could settle down, and have a family, and give that child, his child, the burden of killing Naraku. but that person would not be Sango. She would not have that spunk, independance, and softness in her that only Sango could posses.
The female demon slayer stepped off her fateful cat demon, and by doing so, her size reduced to nothing more than the size of a kitten. Kirara let out a small 'mew' before Sango headed off to offer Miroku support.
Two years. It had been two years since he had been here last. How had time slipped so fastly by? It was like sand falling through his fingers. how had he not noticed that all this time had gone by? It astounded him more than he was willing to admit. Was he being an unfaithful, and unloveing son by not comming? Or a devoted and honorable one by full filling out the last and only wishes of that of his late father. Which one was it? It was impossible to be both. Guilt seemed to wash over the monk, as he let his head fall into a dramtic bow.
Sango walked stiffly over to the monk after several minutes had passed. She didnt want to rush him, but it was nearly night fall, and they needed to head back, if they were ever to hear the end of it from InuYasha. Sango had told one of the workers of the princesses to tell her friends, that she and Miroku had headed out, and would be back later tonight. She wanted to give him all the time in the world, but in reality, he had but five minutes. She stalked over to him, and the dark pose he was in, seemed to have lifted with her presents. His head moved upward a little, and she rested a reassureing hand upon his shoulder. No longer did the shadows wash over his face, he looked at his parents, uttering a few prayers that were only ment for them to hear, pressed a kiss to his hand, then placed it foolishly on the statue.
He turned to face the dark haired women. She looked as if she, was going to cry. Going to shed the tears that he wanted to shed, but was unable. Her eyes had a gloss tint to them, and looked in danger of breaking. Her body seemed a little shakey, yet firm. Miroku let out a small smile at this. His friend was worried about him. He liked that. Some one worried. And not just anyone- Sango worried.
Sango was taken aback at the small smile that the monk adorned. It seemed as if he was going through so many feelings today, he would have none left to go through. she could see his pain through his eyes. Those clear, brown eyes. She adored them, loved them, wanted them. Only these thoughts, could she keep to herself. Atleast,.......atleaset for now.
She made her way closer to the monument that was placed for Mirokus parents. She wondered what they were like. Were they funny? Happy? Loyal? Was his father a pervert, and if so, did he cheat on his wife? Was he anything like Miroku? Would they like her?
These unanswerable questions swirled through the female demon slayers head, almost makeing her dizzy. The monk had turned his attention back to hsi parents, and a few, burning tears fell. They seemed to have heat rise up upon the ground when they hit it, as if the land burned from his pain. Miroku just held his eyes closed that much all the tighter. He was a man! And men dont cry. But.... these were his parents, and he became an orphan, alone, and... scared, all in the same day. All in one moment. All in one second that should have never had been. He damned Naraku to hell and back a thousand times. But yet, the tears still fell.
Tears. When was the last time that he had cried? He couldnt remember. It seemed like enterity. Every thing seemed so false, so fake and coated with lies after his pasrents left him. They had left him, and forgotten to take their little boy behind. Their only son, their only Miroku. Their only.
But no. He must be strong! He must get revenge for his parents death and hunt down Naraku and make him pay. Dearly. His life alone did not seem payment enough. Killing him would be an honor, and he never took pleasure in killing people, but he would take it, in Narakus case. Yes, he would get revenge, then matbe, he could move on. Move on from the hate, move on from the pain. Move on from being the little lost orphaned boy...
"Miroku?" Sango asked tentitivly.
"Yes, Sango?"
"We... We should be heading back."
"Yes, it is getting late. The night approches."
"Do you want to stay the night maybe, and we can come and get you tomorrow?"
"No, that is not needed."
"Okay, I am going to head back to Kirara."
Yes, I will be there in a moment."
Miroku turned his head away, back towars his mother, his father, what once was his world.
'Good bye.'
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"Where are they?" InuYasha grumbled as he ploped down in the princesses hut. They had been there all day, and it had been hours since Kirara, Miroku and Sango had left. Didnt they know that they had to get going? Had they forgotten about the shards? About Naraku?
Naraku. He was nothing more than a half breed. A worthless half breed in the eyes of demons and humans alike. Yet he dared to think himself better and taunt InuYasha. Taunting is never something to do to someone who has had all they can take. Naraku, prehpas, feels himself better, because he never had to go through the pain that InuYasha did.
InuYasha knew that he was after the shards, he knew that he needed them. And he knew that he needed to defeat Naraku. But his mind was in such a daze lately. Feelings he had never felt before, undiscovered emotions were constintly makeing themself known. Each time Kagome came near, each time he dared to hold her at night, knowing full well he may never get another chance, never getting anything more than that. What was he? A protective friend? He wanted to be so much more to Kagome. He truely did. He just wouldnt admit it.
He looked at the other girls, the other women in the villages, and they seem like dull colors. Yes, that is how they can be viewed. As dull colors such as black and grey... almost morbid. Dark symboling the night, the evil. Yet Kagomes color would be a yellow, and an orange, anything bright, anything happy. Anything the exact opposite. She ment morning, and trust, goodness and love. When he looked at her, she made all the fear leave him, and replaced it with those emotions that he couldnt name, couldnt describe, other than.... Kagome.
When he looked at them, he saw that they all adorned the same features of a women. The long hair. But Kagomes hair shinned, and flowed like the river. She made it look like it was an art work, painted just for her, and every one else was just trying to copy it. They all had eyes, but Kagomes were brown, chocolate pools of emotions that could sweep your world away, even with just one small, tiny glance. They all had breasts. True enough, they all shared the same features as Kagome. But she wore them like no one else. They were pattened out for her, and her alone. Why is that?
It was no surprize that men flocked to her. She was beautiful. InuYasha would give her that. She had this confidence about her that was just so... different. Something that other girls envyed and wanted. It had made him swell up with this pride, almost a smirk, to see how the other women in the village had spyed Kagome through the coners of their eyes today. No, it was not her strange clothes that she wore. It was the grace, and the beauty that she adorned. Everything about her just seemed too perfect and too unreal.
But being too perfect, too unreal, and too untouchable, did come with its price. Today, had proved itmore than ever.
They had been walking around for a while, just after haveing met up with Shippo. InuYasha was a little irked at the young fox kits presents, at him being there, when it was just him and Kagome. He was unsure why he felt that way. Shippo jumped onto Kagomes shoulder and latched himself tightly to her. They walked on, carrying out conversation that Shippo was unable to grasp. He quickly gave up and submitted. Wanting to go back to the hut, InuYasha and Kagome made their way to the place that was becomeing more and more familar to them all.
About mid way, the princess had stopped them. She was traveling out, wanting in secrect to find the monk, but hiding it as a need to see the day, she noticed the strange miko that travled with him. Yes, she was the girl that had gone to retire early that late night, along with that hanyou.
"Miko!" The princess called. Three heads turned to see the dark haired women, being escourted by her servents.
"Uhh...Who me?" Kagome asked. InuYasha stared at her intently.
"Yes. Miko come here." she beckoned.
"Uhhh. What is it?"
InuYasha, along with Shippo, now perched on his shoulder, walked over to the two women.
"InuYasha." Shippo whispered firmly in his ear.
"Oi. What is it now?"
"Take me back to the hut."
InuYasha faced two problems. One, he could take Shippo back, then, he would be out of his hair. But problem number two, that means leaveing Kagome.
He settled for one.
As he walked off, Kagome glanced around, knowingly, she smiled.
"So, tell me prestist. Are you to be intended with that half demon?"
"My name is Kagome, and his is InuYasha, and we-"
"InuYasha? Does that not mean dog- demon?"
"Yeah, it does."
"How very befitting."
"But we are not intended."
"You are not? Then why did you follow him into his dorm?"
"Well, you see, its a long story. But to make it short- hes protecting me."
'Thats all he will ever do Kagome. Thats all it is. He is protecting you. He doesnt care. Its just that he wants to know your safe.'
'Safe from what?' Her mind buzzed back.
'Safe from your dreams! You coward!' She mentally shouted.
"Oh, I see. So you are not intended then?"
"Uh... Well...No..."
"The monk? He is intended is he not?"
"No."
"But the female demon slayer..."
"There just friends." She stated. "For now atleast." The last was said more to herself than anyone else.
"Ay, I must be on my way. Itb was pleasent talking with you Prest- Kagome."
"Yes, you too."
As the princess rode off, Kagome leaned aginst the wall of a hut, and her hand rose to her forehead.
"Phew." She said.
InuYasha had heard it all. Kagome had seemed so strange when the princess had asked if they were intended. Did she want to be? Did she want to be InuYashas mate?
The thought still haunted him, even now, when he was sitting in a warm hut, distractions uttered every where around him, yet he still wanted to know.
Why was it that at the thought of her saying 'no' made his heart feel like it had been cut, and is now bleeding. It was just him, Kagome, and ofcourse, Shippo. He needed to get his mind off of Kagome...
"Where are they?" He grunted.
"I dont know. They left awefully in a hurry."
As if on que, Sango came into the hut, fire flickering. She carried a small, white bundle, stained with black in her arms. Miroku followed in behind her shortly after.
"Oi. Where have you two been?"
"We...Uh..."
"Today was the anniversary of my parents death. Sango took me to vist them."
"Oh, Miroku. Im so sorry."
He smiled softly.
"Thank you Kagome."
The sound of water falling and hitting the ground came sharply to their ears.
"I guess we are here for the night." Sango stated.
"Yeah." Kagome seconded it.
"Im not going out in that." Shippo added.
InuYasha just grunted.
"We are leaveing tomorrow! Case closed!"
"Okay! Okay! There is no need to scream!" Sango blurted out. She had been away from him all day, and now she felt a head ache comming on.
"Keh."
"No one has forgotten that we must destroy Naraku. I know that you want your own personal vengence, as do I. But we must wait. It is raining out and we will take leave first thing tomorrow." Miroku said bluntly.
'I know that you want your own personal vengence'
That sentace rang in Kagomes ears. Yes, Inuyasha was only with her, so he could get revenge.... For Kikyo. For his lover, for his world.
"Its not that simple! The jewel that Kikyo guared is now scattered everywhere, and Naraku only grows stronger with each shard!" He shouted back.
'The jewel that Kikyo guared is now scattered everywhere, and Naraku only grows stronger with each shard!' His words singing to Kagomes mind.
'Its my fault that the jewel is every where, and that Naraku is gaining power with each fragment. Its me- my fault. How could I have been so stupid? All this is for Kikyo. So that she can be at peace... So that he can go to hell!'
"....No......." She uttered faintly. She stood up, sorrow gleaming on her face, and she turned to her bed room.
Everything was fake. Those nights where she had been cold, and she needed warmth, it was so that she could continue on, to help him, but more so, to help her . She should have known better than to think that at those nights that he held her close in his sleep, it was her he held. It was Kikyo. she was a substitute for Kikyo. Why? Wasnt she good enough for him?
Every one had stopped when they saw Kagome stand and turn. InuYasha, in worry that something was wrong, had stood up on key almost instintly after she did. Her movements were unstable, and she held the door way to the other room for support. He tried to help but she protested. She didnt need hs help, his pitty. He sttod beside her, beside himself, as his brows furrowed in confusion. It seemed almost as if she was intoxicated. She almost collasped on their futon as soon as she saw it in eye site. But InuYashas steady hands caught her. She was asleep. Her thoughts and another world had beckoned her.
She was asleep. And she dreamed.