Hey all, this is my first Inuyasha story so please don't hunt me down and murder me, K? Anyway, this will mostly revolve around Miroku and Sango as they are my favorite couple in IY and they should so get together! (As soon as Miroku stops flirting so mch... like that will ever happen!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Inyuasha, Miroku, Sango, this series etc etc... WHAH! Also,the short song chorus below is not mine either, it's by Michele Branch I beleive...
So, on with the story!
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares...
I just put this here because it reminded me of Sango and Miroku... sigh I love them! Okay, now we'll really get on with the story!
It's all you fault...
Miroku's eyes dilated and beads of sweat formed on his head. Why did those four words keep coming back to him so suddenly like this. And then the pain would start. Mostly in his right hand, but it was more mental pain than physical pain. Miroku gazed into the fire that sat before him and watched the flames dance around him. They toyed with the darkness around him, causing brief moments where he could see clearly through the night.
Then a searing pain shot through his right arm. Biting his tongue to keep from screaming out loud as his friends were sleeping nearby. He crouched down and brought his cursed hand close to his chest. It felt like it was burning and, he noticed, it was hot to the touch. He pulled up his sleeve to look and saw the cover he kept over the curse was turning black.
Miroku stood up and leaned against a tree for support. His body felt weak. The blackness was spreading up his arm by now and the cover had started to look thin. He touched, put pulled away in pain instantly. It took all he had to keep from uttering a sound. He had to leave. He had to leave his friends for now.
Miroku stumbled through the clearing where they were camping for the night. He felt his foot brush against something, but took no notice. Pain was the only thing on his mind right now. His wind tunnel had hurt before, but never like this; it had never burned so badly before.
Miroku found himself moments later in a small clearing, though the trees looked distant at the time. To his left was a small pool of blue water, just big enough for someone to sit in.
"Miroku..."
Miroku raised his head. Something had called his name. It was an eerie voice, but none he had ever heard before. Even so, he continued toward the small pool, hoping to relieve the burning sensation traveling up his arm. Rolling up his sleeve, he dunked his arm in the water, hitting the bottom just above his shoulder. The burning stopped, then a stinging sensation took its place instantly.
"It hurts, doesn't it?"
"Who's there?" Miroku called out. He was surprised by his own voice. It sounded quiet, raspy and weak. "Who are you?"
"That doesn't matter... right now." the voice said again. Miroku withdrew his hand and turned around. The clearing looked as if it was growing larger. The trees looked even father away now.
"Leave me be." Miroku called out. His knees hit the ground as he fell out of weakness.
"It is your fault though..."
"What is?"
"Everything." Miroku noticed a change in the voice. It had become deeper and a bit more harsh. "You are cursed. You've seen what you are capable of and still you burden your friends with your presence. How much longer do you think you have?"
Miroku could only grunt in response. He was nearing closer to the ground.
"Look at yourself..." the voice told him. Miroku wondered where this was going. He looked no different then before, he was sure of that. He glanced at his hand again and noticed the blackness was gone and replaced with crimson. Blood. It was his own blood.
"Look at yourself."
Miroku torn the cover off his hand and looked down at the void cutting through his palm. A bright liquid was oozing out of the darkness in it and slowly dripping down his arm and onto the ground. He looked away.
"What is this? Why am I bleeding?" Miroku called out. He had never known the void to bleed before. It was a part of him, but none of his blood flowed through it. Then how was it possible to find all his blood leaking out of it?
"You are not bleeding."
"What do you mean?"
"Look closer..."
Miroku looked back down at his void. Mostly crimson in color now, the void showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. But he also noticed a black liquid oozing out from time to time. Then some sickly blue color.
"That is not your blood."
Miroku stared up, tearing his eyes away from the wretched sight before him. "If it is not mine, then who's..." Miroku gasped. The blood of every thing he had sucked up in the past, the blood of hundreds of demons pulled in by his wind. Miroku saw the blood was nearly all black now.
"You murdered them all."
"But they... they would have killed us too if I had not." Miroku defended.
"Are you saying your own father tried to murder you, murder his own son? And what of your mother?"
"Father?" Miroku called. That was the crimson colored blood before. Not his own blood, but his family's. And his wind tunnel had killed them all. Miroku released the grip on his right arm and stared off into space, oblivious to the pain by now.
"But my mother... my mother left us." Miroku said to himself. "Father said she left when I was but an infant."
"That's what he told you, but not what happened. Shall we say one night during their slumbering hours... well, a small accident occurred."
"She was pulled in..." Miroku said slowly. His father had always told her she had left them because of personal reasons. He never really knew her, so he didn't miss her much. And his father, like him, was not one to let his true feelings show. He never would have known his mother, his own mother, had been pulled into the void that rested in his hand now.
"And knowing this, you still travel with your companions as if nothing is wrong."
"I didn't know that."
"Dense, I see. Why would she just leave you? Was it not obvious?"
Miroku looked back at his oozing hand. His robes were soaked in demon blood and a small pool was forming beneath him. It stained the water and tainted the ground he sat on.
"So, you're saying I should leave?"
"No..."
Miroku raised an eyebrow at this comment. What was this being getting at? He tried to stand, but his strength left him entirely and he fell to the ground with a large splash of dark blood.
"Then what are you trying to say?" Miroku asked. But there was no answer. He felt a presence of evil leave the area and a new one enter.
"Miroku?" a voice called out. This one he recognized. The feminine voice of his closest traveling companion.
"Sango, is that you?"
"Miroku, what are you doing here?" She looked down at the blood. "What happened, are you alright?" Sango walked closer and Miroku's void jolted and shook with pain.
"Sango, stay away from me..."
"Miroku, what's going on."
"Stay away..."
Miroku winced as the burning sensation came back to his arm. He felt it jolt again, as if the void was moving on its own. He feared he couldn't control it, yet Sango continued toward him.
"Miroku..."
"Leave me now!" he cried out. He slowly rose from the ground to leave the clearing, but he found even that hard. He could barley stand. And it didn't help that the void was pulling at his palm, as tough it was going to rip his hand off.
Sango watched Miroku struggle with himself, wondering what to do. She grew frantic. Miroku was very close to her and she couldn't stay away, not when he was in this much pain.
"Miroku, tell me what's wrong."
"I can't..." Miroku said, collapsing once again. The blood splashed and made its way to Sango, who was walking closer ever so slowly. It licked at her robes and left a small dark stain.
"Please Sango, I can handle this myself." Miroku said. His eyes were watering now. Sango grew quiet and Miroku could only here her heavy breathing in rhythm with his own staggered breaths. But a sharp buzzing sound drowned it out a few moments later.
"Blood..." a new voice called out. Miroku looked back up at Sango, who was only a few feet in front of him. And behind her was a large demon. He couldn't make out it's features as it was too dark to see. But the blood red eyes stood out and hovered over Sango's figure, ready to strike.
"Sango..."
"I want blood..." Miroku heard a voice again, though it seemed to be coming from two places at once. One, he was sure of, was the demon, but the other source he wasn't so sure about. He looked around for an answer and his eyes fell back on his cursed hand.
"Blood..." He heard the voice call again.
"SANGO! Run as far from me as possible! Get out of here NOW!" Miroku jumped to the ground and landed on his stomach, covering his right hand with his own body as to shield it. Sango turned around and spotted the creature behind her and let out a silent scream. The demon bent down towards her face and Miroku was positive he saw the flash of a yellow fang stained red as it smiled.
Without thinking, Miroku yelled, "Sango, get down!" Sango obeyed, but not fast enough as Miroku's right arm was ripped out from under him. The wind speed from the void was faster than it had ever been and Miroku couldn't control it. He heard a scream from Sango as she disappeared from where, moments ago, she had been standing. Miroku let out a cry as the void ripped apart the ground before him.
"SANGO!"
As the demon neared the void, it unleashed a giant claw from where it's arm would be, aimed right for the void. Miroku tried to shield himself from the claw, but his fingers were stiff and he couldn't move them. As the demon grew nearer, Miroku shut his eyes and braced for impact, a single tear emerging and getting swept up by his own curse.
The demon lashed out, piercing Miroku a mere centimeter from the void. A pain shot up through Miroku's arm as the demon was lost from view.
As soon as the monster was gone, Miroku gained feeling back in his arm and was able to seal it with his prayer beads. Then he fell, crying. He, with his own hand, had sucked in, no, murdered his closest friend. And he hated himself. He hadn't been able to save her. Instead, he killed her. He cried and his tears mixed with the small trickle of crimson that had started pouring out of his palm.
He had murdered her. His hand was covered with her blood.
"Miroku?"
"I'm sorry... so sorry." He muttered to himself.
"Miroku, are you alright."
"What's the matter with him now?"
"I'm not sure."
Miroku heard a bunch of voices coming from nowhere, but he did not look up. "I'm sorry." he called again.
"Sorry for what?"
"You didn't do anything."
"I murdered her... I did..." Miroku's voice shook.
"What is he talking about?"
"Miroku, wake up!"
Wake up? Had he heard correctly. He loosened his grip on his wrist and looked up, opening his eyes. He was met with the blurry vision of his friends, who looked very concerned.
"What is going on?" He asked them, his voice still raspy. He looked around. No blood, no clearing, no tears. But Sango was there. Sango! She was okay! Miroku sat up and hugged her with all his might.
"Miroku, you pervert, get off me!" Sango raised her hand to slap him, but withdrew when she heard a small sob.
"I'm so glad you're alright." Miroku said, his voice muffled by Sango's kimono sleeve.
"Um, why wouldn't I be?" she asked him, But Miroku didn't answer her. He was exhausted and Sango felt more weight on her shoulder.
"I'm surprised nothing did happen to her, as you fell asleep keeping watch!" Inuyasha said from the tree he had been sleeping in. Miroku withdrew and fell back against a tree with a small thud.
"I fell asleep?" he asked them. Kagome nodded.
"And you've never done that before!" Shippo piped up. Miroku looked around.
"I'm sorry," he said to them. "It won't happen again."
"Good, cause I'm tired!" Inuyasha grumbled, turning away.
"Will you be alright?" Kagome asked him.
"Yes, I'll be fine. "Miroku reassured her. Kagome smiled and retreated back to where she had been slumbering, Shippo following close behind.
So it had all been a dream. Miroku glanced down at his covered arm and sighed. None of it had been real... and that was good.
"Miroku, are you sure you'll be fine? I can keep watch." Sango offered, but Miroku declined.
"It's quite alright Lady Sango, I feel fine now." Miroku smiled.
"So what was all that about? You said something about a murder." Sango sounded worried. Miroku was hoping she wouldn't ask.
"Oh that? It was nothing to worry about. Now go get some sleep." Miroku turned away, leaving Sango with a small frown on her face. Miroku had never been one to tell his feelings straight out. He was very secretive about how he felt, only telling them when it got serious. He may have told her he was fine and that there was nothing to worry about, but Sango was sure there was something troubling the monk. No one she knew of would dream and call out murder in there sleep and be perfectly fine afterwards. Sango took one last look at the monk, who was gazing up at the stars, and feel back asleep, still worrying.
Miroku sat and gazed, thinking about the dream he had had. Well, it was more like a nightmare. It seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where from. He pondered it for awhile, thinking maybe he had had it when he was younger or something.
He grew tired thinking about it and his eyes lids continuously threatened to close over his already blurry vision. But fear of the nightmare made with a bit nervous to go back to sleep. Even though he had volunteered to keep watch that night, his shift was over. He had been listening to Inuyasha rustling around in the tree above him for the past hour. Still, sleep now scared him and he did all in his power to keep from dozing off. His friends were already suspicious and he didn't want to worry them over a small nightmare he had. Most of all, he didn't think he could bear murdering Sango again.
Why must I torture my fav character so? (I torture all my fav characters like this:D) Anyway, I hope you like this and please review! I'll write the next chappie as soon as posible (Unless y'all don't like it... but I'll probably write it anyways!)
Miroku: Why would people read something so cruel?
Me: Well, people like angst... some people anyway.
Miroku: At least it's about me!... are any girls gonna be reading this?
Me: Most likely.
(Miroku runs away)
Me: Get back here you pervert!