Resurrection of a Monk II
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Chapter 2
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Resurrection of a Monk II
Chapter 2
Miroku’s silent prayer was answered that very night. However, being fickle like all gods, Sesshomaru’s answer was not what the monk had hoped for.
First came the saimyosho, not enough to call a swarm but even one would have been sufficient to alert Inuyasha to their presence. The taint of Naraku was growing stronger daily since his most recent disappearance, and the hanyo had no intention of missing an opportunity to confront his nemesis again. Miroku opened his eyes upon hearing the hum in the air just as Inuyasha came bounding up beside him.
“What the hell are they doing here?” Inuyasha said, scowling up at the saimyosho. Miroku rose and looked to the sky, wondering what might be following in their wake.
“Sesshomaru,” Inuyasha snarled.
Miroku’s heart leapt to his throat. He could not breathe. He had neither seen nor heard the lord’s approach. His mind swam with questions and half-formed thoughts without even glimpsing his master. Had Sesshomaru just arrived or had he been in the shadows, watching? Was he here to reclaim his slave? Need the monk indicate his willingness to return to his service? Could he leave without explaining to Inuyasha and the rest of his companions? Would Sesshomaru punish him for breaking his word or forgive him for so willingly honoring it now?
Then, stripping further coherent or even semi-coherent thought from his mind, Sesshomaru appeared. Gliding into view with his usual inhuman elegance, the inuyokai faced Inuyasha and addressed him in an icy tone. “I followed them here. It seems Naraku will manifest himself again. In his arrogance, he thinks to summon us with his infernal insects.”
“Keh. I’ll give him a welcome back he won’t forget,” Inuyasha boasted.
“You are too easily provoked, Inuyasha, too easily led.” The words struck a chord within Miroku. Was this some indirect message meant for him, telling him his service was no longer desired? Advising him to follow his own path? All of his senses were awakened, longing for direction. Instead of turning his gaze or his words to the monk, Sesshomaru suddenly acted. Moving more swiftly than Miroku’s eyes could follow, Sesshomaru unsheathed Tokijin and slashed through the handful of saimyosho, which, instantly bisected, dropped hollowly to the ground at their feet.
Inuyasha brought forth Tessaiga and aimed it at his half-brother. “Hey, what the hell are you doing? They woulda led us to Naraku!”
Sesshomaru blinked, displaying only this non-reaction to his half-brother’s outburst. Miroku struggled to read those eyes. They seemed so distant. The knowledge that the yokai was a stranger, perhaps always had been, struck him like a blow to the stomach. Their time together seemed more than ever a mirage, an illusion, a nightmare, a dream. Oh, please let him turn that haunting gaze upon his once-and-forever vassal. Make me real, burned his silent entreaty in the air between them.
Sesshomaru turned to depart. “Must you always play the fool, Inuyasha?” his fluid voice drifted back over his shoulder. “I will not be led by feeble insects to Naraku’s side. I will confront the foul hanyo when I wish, in the manner I wish. If you seek to be his obedient pup, fear not: I am certain he will soon find equally absurd means to summon you again.”
“Sesshomaru!” yelled Inuyasha, rushing forward, sword outstretched.
Sesshomaru whirled, his movements all but a blur in their speed and fluid grace. Tessaiga and Tokijin clashed and sparked in the air. Inuyasha was wild rage personified; Sesshomaru countered with disdainful poise. Once, twice, thrice: they met in mid-air—magnificent weapons arcing and crashing, silver hair flying, eyes shining, fangs gleaming in the darkness.
Miroku watched Sesshomaru hold Inuyasha at bay. The latter seemed to have no idea that the demon lord was barely fighting, had no intention of destroying him or he would already be dead at his feet. Envy smoldered in his soul; what he would not give to attain one fraction of the attention Sesshomaru lavished upon his half-brother. Not even hanyo but merely and futilely human, the monk could not hope for so rich a response as loathing nor even calculated disdain. He suddenly felt a hatred for Inuyasha he had never known before. He did not deserve the touch of Sesshomaru’s sword against his own, did not merit the precious honor of his gaze. Miroku’s blood raged with futile, fiery emotions and an overwhelming need to earn Sesshomaru’s forgiveness at any cost.
A final push and Sesshomaru had Inuyasha on the ground beneath Tokijin’s slender blade. “You will not make me take your life, brother, no matter how poorly you fight. Not this night or any other on which I have not decided to kill you.” The inuyokai withdrew his sword and sheathed it. And then he turned and was gone, vanishing into the woods before Miroku could beg him to stay.
“Keh. Idiot. As if he could kill me,” boasted Inuyasha to Miroku as he rose from his ignoble position in the dirt.
Miroku looked at Inuyasha and felt as if he were seeing him for the first time. He had always found him a braggart and a child, but he had always before felt indulgence, even enjoyment of his rashness and determination. What he saw now was merely a loathsome example of puerile waste. He watched Sesshomaru disappear and felt his world ending.
Author’s Note: Chapters 3 and 4 coming very soon, with something new in writing style…and some fresh lemon.
Resurrection of a Monk II
Chapter 2
Miroku’s silent prayer was answered that very night. However, being fickle like all gods, Sesshomaru’s answer was not what the monk had hoped for.
First came the saimyosho, not enough to call a swarm but even one would have been sufficient to alert Inuyasha to their presence. The taint of Naraku was growing stronger daily since his most recent disappearance, and the hanyo had no intention of missing an opportunity to confront his nemesis again. Miroku opened his eyes upon hearing the hum in the air just as Inuyasha came bounding up beside him.
“What the hell are they doing here?” Inuyasha said, scowling up at the saimyosho. Miroku rose and looked to the sky, wondering what might be following in their wake.
“Sesshomaru,” Inuyasha snarled.
Miroku’s heart leapt to his throat. He could not breathe. He had neither seen nor heard the lord’s approach. His mind swam with questions and half-formed thoughts without even glimpsing his master. Had Sesshomaru just arrived or had he been in the shadows, watching? Was he here to reclaim his slave? Need the monk indicate his willingness to return to his service? Could he leave without explaining to Inuyasha and the rest of his companions? Would Sesshomaru punish him for breaking his word or forgive him for so willingly honoring it now?
Then, stripping further coherent or even semi-coherent thought from his mind, Sesshomaru appeared. Gliding into view with his usual inhuman elegance, the inuyokai faced Inuyasha and addressed him in an icy tone. “I followed them here. It seems Naraku will manifest himself again. In his arrogance, he thinks to summon us with his infernal insects.”
“Keh. I’ll give him a welcome back he won’t forget,” Inuyasha boasted.
“You are too easily provoked, Inuyasha, too easily led.” The words struck a chord within Miroku. Was this some indirect message meant for him, telling him his service was no longer desired? Advising him to follow his own path? All of his senses were awakened, longing for direction. Instead of turning his gaze or his words to the monk, Sesshomaru suddenly acted. Moving more swiftly than Miroku’s eyes could follow, Sesshomaru unsheathed Tokijin and slashed through the handful of saimyosho, which, instantly bisected, dropped hollowly to the ground at their feet.
Inuyasha brought forth Tessaiga and aimed it at his half-brother. “Hey, what the hell are you doing? They woulda led us to Naraku!”
Sesshomaru blinked, displaying only this non-reaction to his half-brother’s outburst. Miroku struggled to read those eyes. They seemed so distant. The knowledge that the yokai was a stranger, perhaps always had been, struck him like a blow to the stomach. Their time together seemed more than ever a mirage, an illusion, a nightmare, a dream. Oh, please let him turn that haunting gaze upon his once-and-forever vassal. Make me real, burned his silent entreaty in the air between them.
Sesshomaru turned to depart. “Must you always play the fool, Inuyasha?” his fluid voice drifted back over his shoulder. “I will not be led by feeble insects to Naraku’s side. I will confront the foul hanyo when I wish, in the manner I wish. If you seek to be his obedient pup, fear not: I am certain he will soon find equally absurd means to summon you again.”
“Sesshomaru!” yelled Inuyasha, rushing forward, sword outstretched.
Sesshomaru whirled, his movements all but a blur in their speed and fluid grace. Tessaiga and Tokijin clashed and sparked in the air. Inuyasha was wild rage personified; Sesshomaru countered with disdainful poise. Once, twice, thrice: they met in mid-air—magnificent weapons arcing and crashing, silver hair flying, eyes shining, fangs gleaming in the darkness.
Miroku watched Sesshomaru hold Inuyasha at bay. The latter seemed to have no idea that the demon lord was barely fighting, had no intention of destroying him or he would already be dead at his feet. Envy smoldered in his soul; what he would not give to attain one fraction of the attention Sesshomaru lavished upon his half-brother. Not even hanyo but merely and futilely human, the monk could not hope for so rich a response as loathing nor even calculated disdain. He suddenly felt a hatred for Inuyasha he had never known before. He did not deserve the touch of Sesshomaru’s sword against his own, did not merit the precious honor of his gaze. Miroku’s blood raged with futile, fiery emotions and an overwhelming need to earn Sesshomaru’s forgiveness at any cost.
A final push and Sesshomaru had Inuyasha on the ground beneath Tokijin’s slender blade. “You will not make me take your life, brother, no matter how poorly you fight. Not this night or any other on which I have not decided to kill you.” The inuyokai withdrew his sword and sheathed it. And then he turned and was gone, vanishing into the woods before Miroku could beg him to stay.
“Keh. Idiot. As if he could kill me,” boasted Inuyasha to Miroku as he rose from his ignoble position in the dirt.
Miroku looked at Inuyasha and felt as if he were seeing him for the first time. He had always found him a braggart and a child, but he had always before felt indulgence, even enjoyment of his rashness and determination. What he saw now was merely a loathsome example of puerile waste. He watched Sesshomaru disappear and felt his world ending.
Author’s Note: Chapters 3 and 4 coming very soon, with something new in writing style…and some fresh lemon.