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• I drew a reeeeally spiffy piccy of Miroku^^
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• I'm not sure.. Um... About... 3rd grade, maybe 2nd
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• Miroku! I mean.. Inuyasha...Heh.. ^^;;;;;;
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• More piccies^^ I draw many Mirokus.. XD And to make him love me.. Oh wait.. He already does.. Because as of today I am Sango.
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• Drawing Miroku, writing Fanfics -with- Miroku(usually Miroku/Sango pairings), Watching Inuyasha (The show.. I really pay attention only to houshi-sama^^), Rping as Miroku, Rping as Sango, Sleeping... Glomping Miroku..XD And loving Miroku to bits.
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• Drawing Miroku, writing Fanfics -with- Miroku(usually Miroku/Sango pairings), Watching Inuyasha (The show.. I really pay attention only to houshi-sama^^), Rping as Miroku, Rping as Sango, Sleeping... Glomping Miroku..XD And loving Miroku to bits. Lol
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A Thousand Words
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
But I'm very sure they're wrong
I can't use just a thousand to describe you
Even a million wouldn't be too long
All of the pictures I have of you
Were taken in my mind
And with only a thousand words
Not a single could I find
Because a thousand is too few
To say even what I feel
With just a thousand I can't begin
To tell you what is real
They say a picture's worth a thousand words
But they're as wrong as they can be
You're worth atleast ten thousand more
Then a thousand words to me
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A new beginning. So easily is the cloak of darkness shed from the world, to be replaced with a bright new start. In so simple natures gesture as the sunrise is all pain erased from the day prior, and with dawn is the dawn of a fresh start. It is ironic, really. The break of dawn. How it casts away it's troubles, and begins fresh, as nothing else can..
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"How long have they been like that, Shippou?" The silver locked hanyou asked from within the shadow-encased hut. His canine like ears flicked, and he turned, amber pools fixing upon the door as entered the raven-haired miko dressed as was usual in her sailor like uniform. In her arms lingered the kitsune to whom the hanyous inquiry had been made.
The almond tressed and tailed kitsune blinked, glancing at the crimson-garbed hanyou before him, a tiny frown playing at his child like features. "About a week. I don't know what happened. He carried her in, and wrapped her side since it was bleeding, laid her down, and then cried, asking her not to leave him. I don't think she heard, though. She still hasn't woken up.." A sigh emitted from both miko and hanyou, as their gazes were turned into the cave dark hut, and at the pair within its main chamber. Neither had stirred from their position.
Kagome frowned, watching the houshi and taijiya. The houshi firmly held the taijiya's hand, grief and fatigue written with crystal clear evidence upon his normally placid features. His violet gaze remained fixed upon the wall in front of him, rather than upon the group that had so soundlessly entered. Beside him laid the still taijiya. His arm crossed over his chest, he held her left hand in his of the same side, his cursed hand pushed behind him to hold him up. Ever sop often his gaze would flick upon the girl, and his features tighten, before he hurriedly looked away from her. With each shallow breath the porcelain pale girls chest would heave slightly, which remained the only indication her life remained. It seemed that if she were moved she would break, so alike a glass doll in her looks illed looks, and lack of motion was she. She dressed in kimono as well as taijiya suit, her head supported by the royal purple kesa normally garbing the houshi.
"He sleeps there, too, and eats there. I don't think he's left once, other than to go to the bathroom, and even then he stays close.. I'm worried.. It's like he can't hear us, or something..." Shippou whimpered, drawing his mother figures attention, as well as her hanyou companions back to him.
Uttering a soft sigh, Miroku turned his gaze upon his friends, before moving it again to the wall. "..I can hear you.." He had softly murmured, his words clear, though they held a distressing choke. He frowned, turning his sorrow ridden gaze back to Sango, making a soft moaning sound, before forcing his violet pools closed, trembling as if he had been in the cold for too long. "I-it's my fault she's like this... I..." His voice cracked, and once again he fell silent, the frown he wore deepening until it appeared to have been carved into his features. "I angered her, and she left... Soon after, I went to find her.... She was clutching her side, and when she saw me, looked at her hands, both already coated in her own, or perhaps a youkais blood. She was bleeding badly it seemed, though she murmured something about it being only a scratch, and not to worry.. Then she collapsed.." He paused, his hold on her hand tightening slightly. "I know it had been a youkai.. Had I not made her mad..."
Trembling still, as though in a fit of rage rather than at fears inescapable grasp, Miroku flicked his eyes open, to regard the near motionless taijiya. Once again he looked not long, the wall captivating his interest as had it when first the group entered. Kagome frowned, her almond pools filled with concern for both her friends. "She will probably wake up soon, Miroku-sama.."
Miroku nodded, offering a faint, and obviously feigned smile to the miko, though it faded nearly as quickly as had it come, his gaze not leaving the position upon the wall it had so long retained. "I suppose so.."
A near palpable air of uncertainty had settled amongst the huts depths. It seemed not could be done to rouse the taijiya, or to enlighten to mood of the houshi who sat like a statue at her side, his flesh even retaining a stone like gray to it, due both to the shadows and his emotions. Frown perched as though permanent upon her face, Kagome backed from the hut and into the suns radiant light, Shippou still upon her shoulder. Inuyasha closely followed, betraying no emotion. Soon they had disappeared from earshot and eyeshot of the hut.
As they left, Miroku looked again to Sango, daring to betray emotion rarely revealed as he studied her.. "I should have been there... It shouldn't be you there.. Sango.. Please.. Don't die.." With a second wind soft sigh birthed into the clammy ebony caressed hut, Miroku sat straighter, his grasp upon her hand everlasting. With his thus free right hand, he brushed from her perspiration lined brow strands resembling chocolate. Bending over her, he took in her face, wondering why he hadn't yet washed away her makeup. Perhaps he wanted her always to remain as in life, should she live through the loss of blood. Though her hair he had untied, and her kimono he had dressed her in after dressing her wound, not else about her was different. She was beautiful, as always she had been, even when her skin was so icy to touch, and her usual lively features had been wiped of most color.
Running his thumb over her cheek, he bent slightly, planting a kiss upon her forehead, His eyes once again had fallen closed, though a single tear trickled with ease down his cheek, to land within her hair, as he drew away. Looking at her once more, more droplets moved to follow the first, hastily wiped upon his coal colored sleeve, a single landing upon her cheek, though that went unnoticed by him, as he silently chided himself for the tears he knew would do not good. Leaning once more upon his kaze-ana bearing hand, he stared once more at the ebony painted wall, though his focus was upon naught, as he lost himself within the void of his thoughts, his brows knitting together in terror and concern for Sango.
Either the tiny drop had borne its effect, or Kagome had been right. Which did not matter, the stir of the taijiya indicating she was waking, or close to it. Eyes widening slightly, Miroku turned his gaze to her face, and then the bloodstain upon her kimono, shivering yet again. His eyes fall closed once more, and he whimpered softly, just as Sango's eyes fluttered open, and wearily she looked up, her eyes half-lidded in her tire. Dully she noted his expression, and more clearly she acknowledged the frantic clutch of his hand upon hers. Again she studied the grievous face of her companion, closing her hand around his.
"Mmmm?" She coughed, tearing his gaze to her yet again.
"Shhhh... Don't speak.." He smiled faintly, watching her, though it was evident he would make no move against her, should speech be her want, given the ecstasy he felt at her awakening. However, that he refused to show with much else than his smile, one that bore truth unlike most his others, even those that had seemed authentic. The only other indications were the tightening of his grip upon her hand, and the quickening of his breath. Guilt was his, however, and with his joy, it played about his smile and eyes. Raising his hand again, he grazed his fingers lightly upon her cheek before once more it drew away, as though he had feared her awakening to be an illusion. "You've been asleep for so long.. I couldn't tell if you were getting better.. I--I'm sorry I made you angry, Sango.. It's my fault you were hurt... You could have died.."
"No..." She shook her head, letting her eyes fall closed again.
"You should rest.. We can talk more later.." He didn't wait for an answer, rather, he reluctantly drew his hand from hers, standing slowly. "I will have Kagome watch you... I need to take a walk.. Please rest.."
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Konnichiwa, minna-san, and welcome to my page... AS soon as I figure out how to put images here, it shall be Miroku infested. Why? I love him! XD Anyways.. Those things just above... I wrote them... Why? I dunno.. A poem, speculation, and a chapter of my fanfic... Likey? ^^ *glomp* I'm good at that.. Ask Miroku.. He has been glomped faaaar too many times.. And yet, not enough^^
Anyways..I have more about me.. I merely forgot.. Heh.. *sweatdrop* Oh yes.. MIROKU! HE IS MIIINE! I think I'll change my name to Sango.
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