InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unforeseen Obstacles ❯ This is where I say good-bye… ( Chapter 12 )

Disclaimer: I don't know Rumiko Takahashi, so I can't say I own any of this. Now the warning: YAOI. That's right, man lovin' man. If you don't like that, you don't have to read another word. If you don't like my pairing, you don't have to read it, but you'll be missing out! I'm constantly reading InuYasha fics with pairings I don't like just because I like the story. But if you don't like my story, please be polite when you tell me. And also, tell me why. Or if you do like it, review and write whatever you want, LOL.

 

Notes: Oh, God, I'm like the Buffy: TVS writers... I punish happiness! I swear I don't mean to!

 

Genre: Drama, romance… Whatever I classified this as, I'm sure angst will sneak its stinky butt in here.

Rating: R

Codes: Mir/Sess, Mir/San, Inu/Kag

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Unforeseen Obstacles…Chapter 12

This is where I say good-bye…

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He reached down for tenseiga and that's when he saw it. His heart lurched in his chest and the blade flew through the air almost faster than he could think. It only took a few moments before Miroku opened his eyes, sat up and looked directly at Sesshomaru. Rather than feeling pleased to see him, Sesshomaru was furious. How can a mortal make me feel that way? Feel that my life was suddenly empty, cold and dark? As though the sun could not rise, the stars would shine? How dare he? Sesshomaru walked back to camp without saying a word to Miroku.

 

Miroku, for his part, was thoroughly confused. He had a vague image of seeing Sesshomaru mourning over his body, and then he was back in the land of the living. Had Sesshomaru used tenseiga on him? He had lost the entire night. Dawn left him alone in the valley. He quickly climbed the hill to where he had known his friends were camped. He ran down the hill when he saw that everyone was up, but he froze when he noticed that all of Sesshomaru's people were gone.

 

“What did you say to him to piss him off so much?” InuYasha asked Miroku. Sango's head spun around and she put her fist to her mouth.

 

“Miroku? You're alive?” Sango asked, tears shining in her eyes. The monk nodded, not knowing what to say.

 

“He used tenseiga?” Kagome asked. Miroku nodded again. His chest was tight and there was a knot in his throat. Sesshomaru left? The pain caused by the thought shocked Miroku. “He told us to take the other path…” Kagome said quietly. “What happened?”

 

“I don't know,” Miroku answered honestly.

 

“Fine with me. I think that path's shorter anyway,” InuYasha said.

 

“I guess we had better get going,” Sango said, staring at the ground. Miroku was about to go to her when InuYasha grabbed his arm.

 

“I want to talk to you,” he hissed. “We'll be along in a moment,” he told everyone else. They looked back suspiciously, but went on ahead. “What the hell happened?” InuYasha demanded when they were out of earshot.

 

“I honestly don't know. I woke up and he just… left. He looked angry.”

 

“I'll say. He charged into the camp, yelling at Rin and Jaken to get up and get a move on. I've never heard him yell at Rin before. Poor kid tripped over her own feet trying to obey him.”

 

“I don't understand it.”

 

“This is what you're cheating on Sango with?” InuYasha scoffed. “So tell me. Is your life so much better now? Or do the same old demons haunt your sleep?”

 

“InuYasha—” Miroku tried to stop him, but the hanyo was obviously angry.

 

“Do you think he's really worth the pain? Tell me, are you really happy now?”

 

“Why are you asking me these things? Why are you pushing me?”

 

“Because you're my friend, damnit, and I don't want you hurt! One little `weak human' comment out of him and you nearly got yourself killed!” InuYasha glared at Miroku and the monk sighed.

 

“That was my own stupid fault. It has nothing to do with being in love with him.” Miroku froze, realizing what he just said.

 

“Love?” InuYasha shook his head. “With my brother? My condolences.” With that, InuYasha hurried to catch up with everyone else. Miroku picked up his staff, that someone had left leaning against a tree for him, and joined them, his heart heavy and breaking when he hadn't even known he had given it away.

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Sesshomaru sat silently on the edge of the cliff, next to the tiny camp his companions had made. Rin was playing with his hair, his way of apologizing for waking her so rudely. It was a relief to have a pain other than the one eating away at his insides, so he said nothing as she pulled at a knot she had inadvertently placed there. This was supposed to be a game, he thought unhappily. It was supposed to relieve my frustration and amuse me. I am not amused.

 

“Eat, Rin,” Sesshomaru said when the child's stomach growled. She ran her fingers through his hair one last time and went to the fire to eat the fish Jaken had cooked. He so seldom invited personal contact that she would have continued knotting and grooming his hair until she fell asleep hungry if he did not tell her to stop. He irritably groomed his hair back to its usual pristine condition, then glared at the empty sleeve of his haori. It had been difficult to relearn to do everything with only one hand. He hated his brother for taking that from him—with their father's fang of all things.

 

Sesshomaru stood and walked away from camp. He would not sit and wallow in self-pity; he hated that. He walked far enough away from camp that he could not be disturbed, but not far enough that he couldn't be there in a blink. The bouts of control loss did not befit him. He had to find a way to stop them. He mustn't love a mortal. Certainly not a mortal man who was already in love with a mortal woman. He settled into a comfortable stance to begin practicing his sword technique. At least while he trained, his mind would be empty of foolhardy emotions.

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“What's wrong, Miroku? You haven't said hardly anything since…” Shippo stopped, not really sure how to say `you died.'

 

Miroku looked at the ground, unable to explain his broken heart. I wasn't supposed to fall in love, he thought. “I haven't been feeling my best.”

 

“You're not still sick are you?” Sango asked, concerned. She pressed her hand to his forehead and he realized how he could end these questions. He sighed happily as his hand found her rear end and she blushed. “I guess not,” she said, followed with her slap. Miroku smiled, feeling better. He knew it would be gone with the sun, but he held on to the happiness and pushed it into his heart. He didn't like the way he had been feeling lately. There was an ominous black cloud over him lately and it was affecting everyone. He decided that his moping ended right then—well, outside of camp. He would let himself brood after the dinner fire. He couldn't pretend he felt nothing for Sesshomaru.

 

He grunted. Just thinking the youkai's name was like a punch to his stomach. He tried to force himself to focus on happier thoughts, but it was no use. Why did he leave?

…

 

To be continued…

 

Hahaha! Killing him was hard, but bringing him back wasn't! Oh, cruelty, I already had written some of this when I closed off the last chapter. Bits of Stabbing Westward come from “Happy”. Please review!