InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unforeseen Obstacles ❯ I fight to just hold on to what I believe… ( Chapter 19 )

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Notes: Dangerous ground…

 

Genre: Drama, romance…
Rating: R
Codes: Mir/Sess
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Unforeseen Obstacles…Chapter 19

I fight to just hold on to what I believe…

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“Miroku,” Sesshomaru called softy. The monk stopped and turned, startled. Sesshomaru seldom said his name, or any except his brother's. Miroku sometimes almost wondered if Sesshomaru even remembered his name.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Drop,” he said. Miroku, confused and suddenly frightened, dropped to the ground. Not a moment too soon, either, as a blade passed overhead.

 

“Damnit!” Came a deep voice from the bushes. Miroku spun, angrily and grabbed the rosary beads at his hand. He didn't even see Sesshomaru move, the youkai was just suddenly standing in the bushes, digging through them roughly. A moment later, he had tossed a filthy young man wearing furs and smelling strongly of bear halfway across the field.

 

“Do you wish to kill him or shall I?” Sesshomaru asked Miroku. Miroku stood back up and glared down at the youth. He appeared to be about the same age as Miroku himself, but he was definitely not human, so appearances would be deceiving. The youkai glared back, hatred in his red eyes.

 

“I suppose you have a reason for trying to decapitate me?” Miroku asked, fingering the beads lightly. The youkai looked half-starved and desperate.

 

“Go to hell,” he growled. “Better kill me now before I eat you,” he added with a half-grin. Miroku sighed. He couldn't kill a helpless being that wasn't attacking him. It wasn't in his nature.

 

“Leave us. I have no time for you,” Miroku said and turned to walk away. The entire party moved on, but Miroku noticed very quickly that Sesshomaru wasn't with them. He turned back and the taiyoukai was standing over the youkai, his hand on toukijin.

 

“Miroku?” Kagome queried when she saw him stop.

 

“Go ahead,” Miroku said, then turned and went back, walking up to Sesshomaru.

 

“I am letting him go,” Miroku said quietly. “He has done no harm.” Sesshomaru looked up.

 

“Had I not warned you, you would not be standing here in disputing this with me. He must die.”

 

“He's starving,” Miroku hissed. “He can't defend himself.”

 

“You protest the lack of honor in the kill,” Sesshomaru reasoned. Miroku nodded. “If I release him, he will find another human to prey on. You have killed youkai for less.”

 

“I was defending either myself or a village,” Miroku argued.

 

“I do not understand how this is different.”

 

“He can't fight back! There's no proof he could even kill anyone!”

 

“He—”

 

“Enough!” Miroku interrupted. “This is not a debate! No one is killing anyone right now. If he comes after us again, we will kill him then.” Sesshomaru went very still. Miroku realized his mistake. It was one thing to protest, but he had just interrupted and made demands of the taiyoukai. Miroku's stomach tightened in fear at the look in Sesshomaru's eyes. “I refuse to take the life of someone that cannot even fight me!” Miroku added, masking the fear that was growing in him with anger.

 

“I was not asking you to take his life,” Sesshomaru said, his voice cold and even. The trace of curiosity that had been there moments before had vanished. Miroku realized he had stepped over the line. Since his life already hung by a precarious balance, he stepped forward and placed his hand gently on Sesshomaru's arm.

 

“Please. Respect my beliefs,” Miroku whispered. The stone set of his eyes vanished and Sesshomaru turned his back on his prey and his lover and walked after the group. After his heart left his throat, Miroku sighed and looked down at the youkai that had caused this trouble. “You,” he said angrily. The youth jumped and looked up at him, the sneer that had started to form disappearing at the sight of Miroku's face. “If I ever hear about you preying on humans again, I will personally hunt you down and kill you, do you understand?”

 

“And who are you?” growled the young man.

 

“I am the monk, Miroku. And that,” he said, pointing to the retreating figure of the man he loved, “Was Sesshomaru-sama, lord of the western lands. If you cross me, you answer to him as well.” The boy had paled.

 

“The deadly son of the great Inutaisho?” The boy swallowed audibly. “Forgive my ignorance and thank you for sparing my life,” he said, bowing.

 

“I hope to never see you again,” Miroku growled.

 

“That is my sincerest wish as well,” the youkai said, then stood and ran away, quickly, leaving his weapon behind.

 

`Great,' Miroku thought. `Now I have to soothe the ego of the `deadly son of the great Inutaisho.' Why does my life always have to be so complicated?' Miroku walked quickly after his friends, hurrying to catch up. `I couldn't just find a nice village girl to bear me a son and live an ordinary life. I had to be born cursed. In more ways than one, apparently.'

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To be continued…

 

Yikes. Having to choose between your convictions and pissing off Sesshomaru… Not an easy choice to make. I apologize for how short this chapter is. I promise to make it up next chapter!