Yet another night passed the monk by, wondering of the amount of days he had left to live. The death of Naraku was taking entirely too long to accomplish, and the more the days pressed on the more Miroku worried. His hand was already beginning to show signs that the hole was enlargening. For one, when he'd held that hand toward anything that was near by, through the violet cloth of his hand sock and beads they'd be sucked up and stick to the outside of it, but only minorly. That was the first sign. The second was insomnia. Insomnia, in worry that it may suck in all his comrades while he slept. Though unintensional, he may just end up killing all his friends if he wasn't careful.
The group of friends he was with and he walked along a beaten path which lead to the next village. Kagome said she'd sensed a jewel shard about a mile off in the next village so they were off. The two ladies and Shippou were lost in a conversation of god only knew what. Inuyasha of course, was the big bad leader of the group so of coarse he walked ahead of everyone else.
Miroku walked aside his comrade, feeling a sort of comfort in the Hanyou's presence. Inuyasha was truly a find warrior, certainly handsome, faithful. Though not at all cunning. Sometimes while Inuyasha fought, Miroku had to bite back the urge to laugh. Not to be insulting though. Just because he had a huge inner child within him. Truly, at times he even thought he was invincible. But, Miroku loved his spirit, he loved him.
He then suddenly realized what he'd just mentally told himself and his cheeks began to heat up. Somehow, he did manage to fall for the semi-youkai. Which was why each time he came across a woman, he wanted to ask her to bare his child less and less. It was entirely to painful, and he noticed Inuyasha glower at him each time he did it.
The youkai seemed disappointed in the priest in a way. Miroku didn't want Inuyasha to feel bitter toward him. God's, it was the last thing he wanted. Though, considering the other man's immense feelings for Kagome and/or Kikyo, he stood no chance. And the more he thought about that, the more he was glad his time was drawing so close. When in the oblivion that was his hand, everything you've ever felt becomes no more. Everything you are dies. You become nothing more then a shell without it's pearl. A body without it's soul.
Inuyasha.
Once they'd all reached the village Inuyasha piped up, "So go on, Miroku. Go tell some poor sap about your ominous cloud bull." Miroku frowned and stared down to the ground. Did he really deserve to be thought so low of? The Hanyou's demeanor toward the other man was nothing more then a stark flame of annoyance. "Well... "
"As you wish." His words were of nothing but a breeze. Only Inuyasha could hear them fully, Shippou heard them slightly, the others heard not a thing. Miroku hardly moved his lips, therefore no one knew that he was talking really.
He sighed deeply and pressed forth toward a hut he'd chosen as his place to rest. But once he got there, a sudden pang of guilt subdued him and shook his head. "I... can't... " He turned to face his comrades with a solemn look upon his face. "I am sorry. I... I won't do it."
"Well, why the hell not?" Inuyasha chided in angrily while the two ladies and chibi kitsune stood back agape. "You've never had any problem with it before."
"I won't do it and that's final," he let out abruptly, seemingly startling the amber eyed demon. "I don't care what you do but I will not lie to anyone for my sake. Not anymore." Miroku ran off into the woods so that he could be left alone. This was not the way he wanted to spend possibly the last day of his life. Lying and deceiving others for his own comfort. It took until just that day to figure out just how wrong he'd been about everything.
"I don't know about you guys but I'm proud of Miroku's decision," Sango spoke up while she started up a fire just outside of the forest Miroku'd run into. "Though, I'm not fond of the way he just ran off into the forest like that."
"I know what you mean. Though his decision was the right one he could've been at least a little more mature about it." Kagome said as well. "Kind of reminds me of something a certain someone I know would've done, In-u-ya-sha." Inuyasha had to fight back the erge to thwap her one for that. Who did she think she was? Inuyasha wouldn't have run off. He would've stayed there and argued until the other party ran off. Come to think of it, that was exactly what he'd done. Yet, the argument really didn't last at all long. Something else must've been bothering the monk. Not that he cared or anything.
Or did he?
"Hello, Inuyasha. Did you hear a word I just said?" He snapped his head back to reality and blinked a few times at the miko who'd really been starting to get on his last nerve. I mean really.
"WHAT!?" he practically barked out at her, causing her to jump slightly. Make that girl jump... she'll make you...
"Sit." Inuyasha face planted into the ground and screamed out loud.
"Kisama Kagome. Could you be anymore of a bitch?" Before she could let out another sit command he took off into the woods, trailing Miroku's scent. Though he didn't really want to see that monk anymore then he wanted to see Kagome, at least he couldn't make him sit. He winced slightly at the prayer beads and cursed them. He swore to the heaven's he'd get Kaede for making him wear the god damn thing.
After Miroku's scent started becoming much more clear, Inuyasha stopped for a moment trying to figure out where he was. He was lost alright. Why had Miroku wanted to get so far away from everyone? "Miroku, where the hell are you?" Inuyasha slashed tree after tree down seeing as the forest lacked of paths or clearings. Oh yeah, the priest deffinatly wanted to get away. Too bad though, Inuyasha would just have to surprise him.
"Inuyasha." Two Hanyou ears suddenly perked up when he heard the voice of Miroku. He followed the direction in which it came from and found a clearing. In that clearing he spotted the monk poking at a crinkling bon fire. Yep, he deffinatly planned to stay out here. "You shouldn't have come."
"Oh," he said curiously and walked up toward the man. "and why not? You think you can just lose yourself in some forest and expect me, Shippou, and the girls to just unacknowledged the fact that you exist. You're our friend, remember."
Miroku looked up at the silver haired warrior with a surprised look on his face. "You.... don't loath me, Inuyasha."
"Loath you? Miroku." The monk ducked his head down, biting back the urge to cry. Inuyasha hated it when people cried. He didn't want the Hanyou to leave, but at the same time that's what he wanted more then anything. With not being near him, it would ensure Inuyasha's safety.
"Inuyasha... take care of Sango and Kagome for me."
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
"Miroku." Inuyasha walked up to the monk and seated himself beside him. "Why did you say that?"
The monk sighed and placed his hand just an inch away from a piece of stone. Then, like a magnet to a piece of metal, he lifted his hand to show Inuyasha his problem. "I'm going to die, and, I don't want to take you with me."
Inuyasha sighed and store to the ground trying to register Miroku's words.
Would he really just die? After tall that we've been through. Was it really the end?
"No," Inuyasha said shakily, clenching his fists and baring his teeth together. "Miroku, you're not.... I mean.... NO!?" Miroku was puzzled by Inuyasha's reaction to this. The half demon seemed genuinely upset. But why though? After all he'd done, why did he deserve anymore then a shrug off for his death. It was then Miroku realized that his eyes stung badly. Maybe if he'd just cried then Inuyasha would go away.
"Leave me, I'm of no importance to you or anyone else for that matter," Miroku had a gut feeling he'd be the only one crying about his own death. "Please, I don't.... don't wish to endanger you." He felt the youkai's hand touch his arm lightly but he tugged it away. "Go now. I... I couldn't bare to lose you."
"You wouldn't lose me, Miroku. I'd lose you."
The monk blinked down a few tears and turned to face his koibito youkai. "And, why do you say that Inuyasha?"
He wasn't quite sure of the answer or why he cared so much. His heart over flowed in emotions. The only time he ever felt that way was the night of the moon. The night he turned ningen. Miroku touched his heart in a way just then. Never, had anyone touched him the way the monk did.
Miroku shed more and more tears and eventually ended up in Inuyasha's embrace.
Why won't he just leave?
"Miroku, if you feel you're going to die soon then you need to consume a child," Inuyasha whispered into his ear.
"I know," he said pulling back to meet the hanyou's gaze. "but I haven't a woman to carry it for me."
Inuyasha smirked and drew Miroku forth into a spell binding kiss that went against all morals. The monk didn't know how to react to it. He wanted this, but how could he possibly bare a child by kissing Inuyasha. Would he convince Kagome to carry it or something?