Stained
by Ritsuko
Pairing: Miroku angst
Rating: PG-13 (for blood)
Word Count: 221
(the challenge: in the water)
I apologise. . . this story sucks. I've been reading 'Battle Royale' lately, so everything's kind of yicky.
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The hanyou scrubbed furiously at his clothes, arms, any exposed skin that he thought might have even come within millimeters of touching the innocent blood that had splattered on him. Quickly he jerked his head left and right, keeping in rhythm with his mad cleaning.
'I didn't/no/I couldn't have/why did this happen/I don't want to/BLOOD EVERYWHERE/it was an accident' His mind was racing, sick at the possibilities of what this meant. He wanted to be a full demon. . . but would this always happen?
He screamed, angry that the flowing river could not take the stains that only he could see away.
Miroku watched Inuyasha from the bushes, tears falling freely as he stared at the helpless boy. Inuyasha was crazed, half insane at this point, and he felt utterly helpless.
He had told the hanyou not to let go of the sword.
It was no one's fault that Sesshoumaru had managed to trick it away from his brother.
Kagome should have known better, not to have run up to Inuyasha when he was. . .
A gutteral sob tore through Inuyasha's throat, and the monk had to look away. It was the sound of someone whose heart was broken, whose soul was broken.
Miroku knew Inuyasha would never be the same. That he'd never recover.
That he'd never get to tell the hanyou exactly how he felt.
Sadness. . .