InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unforeseen Obstacles ❯ Each night I feel the distance that has grown between us open up as lonely as the space between the ( Chapter 15 )

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Notes: Regrets and silence

 

Genre: Drama, romance…

Rating: R

Codes: Mir/Sess, Mir/San

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Unforeseen Obstacles…Chapter 15

Each night I feel the distance that has grown between us open up as lonely as the space between the stars…

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Traveling with Sesshomaru was strangely quiet. Miroku was used to the constant banter between his friends. Although Rin chattered occasionally, and Jaken yelled at her, all in all it was very quiet. Sometimes that was peaceful and Miroku was content. Other times, it was lonely. He paused at the point when his friends' path met his new one, but Sesshomaru told him that they would be a full day behind. Miroku sank into a deep depression. It was relieved at night, the only time he could find peace—laying with Sesshomaru. Still, after nearly a month traveling together, even that lost its tranquility.

 

Sesshomaru watched Miroku spiral down into darkness and had no idea what to do. While he enjoyed their time together, he couldn't tolerate how the monk would lay silently beside him, choking back his tears. I wonder if you recognize, that silence now defines us. Sesshomaru watched Miroku go through his evening routine. Rin laughed and played with him, but Miroku, who had once laughed with her, merely smiled sadly. This moping was becoming unbearable. He chose the monk because Miroku had made him happy. Now, neither of them was happy. He knew the human needed his friends, but that he had cut them off to be with him. He knew also that the time was fast approaching where he would wake up alone again. He had hoped they would have more time together before that happened.

 

Desperately, I try to fight this overwhelming sense that I may never find the strength to change how hopeless we've become, Miroku thought as he lay next to Sesshomaru, tired and spent from their evening of passion.

 

“Speak what is on your mind,” Sesshomaru commanded. Miroku turned his head to look at his demon lover.

 

“You'd think by now that I'd be over this,” he answered. “Instead I'm feeling sorry for myself.”

 

“I no longer please you?” Sesshomaru asked, somewhere between angry that a group of humans—or perhaps just one mortal girl—could be more important than he and unsettled by the fact. His mere presence could inspire fear or desire with such intensity that many had died over it. How can I not be enough to make him happy?

 

“I should be feeling so alive. I feel like something's missing…”

 

“The woman?”

 

“Not just Sango. Kagome, Shippo, Kirara… Even InuYasha.” Miroku sighed. Sesshomaru felt the familiar rage rise inside him at the mention of his hanyo brother. He sat up and stared off in the direction of his lover's friends.

 

“Then go back to them. Without me—”

 

“They will still hate me. Damn it, Sesshomaru, I love you. I won't be happy there, either.”

 

“The only way you will be happy is if we are all to join together.”

 

“Which can't happen,” Miroku agreed.

 

“We shall see. Sleep now,” Sesshomaru told him, lying down again. He reached out and slid his talons through the black hair and relaxed as Miroku closed his eyes. As soon as the monk was asleep, Sesshomaru stood and dressed. He used his incredible speed to reach his brother's camp in an hour. The five comrades were still awake, cooking something that smelled awful to Sesshomaru. He hated cooked meat and the smell of it on the fire made his stomach lurch. It was easy enough to control his revulsion as he walked up behind his brother.

 

“What do you want?” InuYasha asked, not bothering to turn around. The humans and kitsune looked up at him, startled. The woman that Miroku cared for glared at him with hatred.

 

“Where's Miroku?” she asked contemptuously. Sesshomaru ignored her.

 

“I have come to speak with you, brother.” The youkai turned and walked back the way he came, trusting the hanyo to follow. He wasn't disappointed.

 

“What do you wanna talk to me about?” InuYasha grunted when they were out of the hearing range of the camp.

 

“Miroku is unhappy,” Sesshomaru revealed, deciding bluntness was the only way to deal with his half-brother.

 

“That's no surprise. Who'd be happy with you?” InuYasha growled. Sesshomaru sighed.

 

“Perhaps this was a mistake,” Sesshomaru said to goad InuYasha into being reasonable. After all, Sesshomaru didn't make mistakes.

 

“Do you mean to tell me you actually give a damn about him?”

 

“Why would I waste my time talking with you if I did not?” Sesshomaru countered. InuYasha looked surprised as the truth sank in.

 

“Huh. You tryin' to tell me he wants to come back?” InuYasha asked. Sesshomaru didn't answer. They both stared in different directions for a full minute, then InuYasha sighed. “I never thought he should leave in the first place.”

 

“I do not believe that you are the one preventing him from returning.”

 

“I'll talk to Sango. She's been broody as hell anyway. I don't think it matters if he's here or there. At least if he's here, maybe she can knock some sense into him,” InuYasha looked towards his brother with that last part, but Sesshomaru was already gone. “Feh. Can't even say good-bye.”

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To be continued…

 

Wow, thanks to everyone who has been reviewing! I'm so glad you all are enjoying the story! All the reviews I've gotten to continue this… make me feel great! I wasn't sure about continuing posting until I had it complete, but I realized it's been nearly 2 months since I last updated. I'm not certain who Miroku will end up with. The story keeps going, despite my attempts to steer it, in its own direction. I never even meant for it to be this long... Bits of Stabbing Westward are from “So Far Away” and “Desperate Now”. So, on it goes…