Anya_Eliza
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- Posted: Tue, 10 May 2005 21:14:19 +0000
Chapter One
"Wind Tunnel!" Miroku stood still as the hundreds of demons were pulled into the void in his hand. Inuyasha and the others stood still where they were, knowing that getting too close would mean certain death. He quickly wrapped the cloth back around his hand followed by the prayer beads when the last of the demons had vanished. A slight tinge of pain reverberated in his hand and he clenched and unclenched his hand a bit. This had been happening the last couple of days, but he could find nothing wrong with his hand or the tunnel. It had not grown any, but there was still that pain and each time the pain would grow with the more demons he sucked in. The fewer there were the lesser the pain. Inuyasha sheathed Tetsusiaga and leapt into a nearby tree while Kagome and Shippo made camp. Kirara transformed back into her usual cute cat form.
"Are you okay Miroku?" He looked up, Sango was looking at him with concern on her face.
"I'm fine."
"Okay." She said a bit uncertainly before she turned and went over to where Kagome and Shippo were. He stood there, watching her a moment; his thoughts of what could be causing the pain pushed aside for a while. He sighed softly when she was out of earshot. He hadn't told her that he was in love with her. He knew she wouldn't likely believe him, but it was true. She had captured his heart. He had only admited to himself that he even liked her; Kagome had seen right through him though and knew that he cared deeply for the slayer even though she did not seem to feel the same for him. He clenched his fist again, this time the pain did not return and he let a soft sight of relief escape him. None of the others noticed, busy with their tasks.
He went over to join them, his thoughts of Sango whirling around in his head, mixed up with his thoughts on his hand and what the pain could mean. He hadn't told anyone of it and this had been the third time in the past seven days that he'd used his wind tunnel and felt the pain. Later that night he lay awake, staring at his hand as he lay by the dying fire. The others had fallen asleep, their quiet breathing was proof of that.
Why do I keep feeling this pain? He wondered as his thoughts drifted to what had happened. I don't understand, no demon has nicked it nor has it gotten bigger; yet it throbs in pain when I take in a great deal of demons and the more demons there are the more it hurts. He continued to stare at his hand for a while, lost as he couldn't help but see his father be sucked into his own wind tunnel time and time again. He shivered after a moment and turned over to try and get some sleep though he knew the nightmares that awaited him likely in sleep. He didn't care, he needed to get some sleep tonight. As he shifted, he didn't noticed Sango was watching him from where she lay on the other side of the fire near Kagome who slept with Shippo next to her. Sango watched him silently.
Why was he staring at his hand? What is he hiding from me? From us? Is there something wrong with his hand again? The last time a demon had nicked his wind tunnel he'd disappeared without telling them why and only because Inuyasha had invoked the Wind Scar for the first time had Miroku survived the attack of demons that had been ordered by Naraku to dispose of him. Miroku never spoke of his wind tunnel, but Sango knew it troubled him just as the fact that her younger brother was under Naraku's control bothered her. She settled back down to sleep after a while, shoving aside the nagging voice of concern in her head; the same voice that insisted that she loved him.
[let me know what you think]
"Wind Tunnel!" Miroku stood still as the hundreds of demons were pulled into the void in his hand. Inuyasha and the others stood still where they were, knowing that getting too close would mean certain death. He quickly wrapped the cloth back around his hand followed by the prayer beads when the last of the demons had vanished. A slight tinge of pain reverberated in his hand and he clenched and unclenched his hand a bit. This had been happening the last couple of days, but he could find nothing wrong with his hand or the tunnel. It had not grown any, but there was still that pain and each time the pain would grow with the more demons he sucked in. The fewer there were the lesser the pain. Inuyasha sheathed Tetsusiaga and leapt into a nearby tree while Kagome and Shippo made camp. Kirara transformed back into her usual cute cat form.
"Are you okay Miroku?" He looked up, Sango was looking at him with concern on her face.
"I'm fine."
"Okay." She said a bit uncertainly before she turned and went over to where Kagome and Shippo were. He stood there, watching her a moment; his thoughts of what could be causing the pain pushed aside for a while. He sighed softly when she was out of earshot. He hadn't told her that he was in love with her. He knew she wouldn't likely believe him, but it was true. She had captured his heart. He had only admited to himself that he even liked her; Kagome had seen right through him though and knew that he cared deeply for the slayer even though she did not seem to feel the same for him. He clenched his fist again, this time the pain did not return and he let a soft sight of relief escape him. None of the others noticed, busy with their tasks.
He went over to join them, his thoughts of Sango whirling around in his head, mixed up with his thoughts on his hand and what the pain could mean. He hadn't told anyone of it and this had been the third time in the past seven days that he'd used his wind tunnel and felt the pain. Later that night he lay awake, staring at his hand as he lay by the dying fire. The others had fallen asleep, their quiet breathing was proof of that.
Why do I keep feeling this pain? He wondered as his thoughts drifted to what had happened. I don't understand, no demon has nicked it nor has it gotten bigger; yet it throbs in pain when I take in a great deal of demons and the more demons there are the more it hurts. He continued to stare at his hand for a while, lost as he couldn't help but see his father be sucked into his own wind tunnel time and time again. He shivered after a moment and turned over to try and get some sleep though he knew the nightmares that awaited him likely in sleep. He didn't care, he needed to get some sleep tonight. As he shifted, he didn't noticed Sango was watching him from where she lay on the other side of the fire near Kagome who slept with Shippo next to her. Sango watched him silently.
Why was he staring at his hand? What is he hiding from me? From us? Is there something wrong with his hand again? The last time a demon had nicked his wind tunnel he'd disappeared without telling them why and only because Inuyasha had invoked the Wind Scar for the first time had Miroku survived the attack of demons that had been ordered by Naraku to dispose of him. Miroku never spoke of his wind tunnel, but Sango knew it troubled him just as the fact that her younger brother was under Naraku's control bothered her. She settled back down to sleep after a while, shoving aside the nagging voice of concern in her head; the same voice that insisted that she loved him.
[let me know what you think]