A young man in a purple robe walked slowly and he sat himself down by a river.
Being in the prime of his youth, one would expect that he would be carefree... which he usually was. Out of nowhere, he buried his face in his hands. There were footsteps behind him.
"Poor boy." Cooed a voice. The voice itself was soothing and calm.
"Poor, poor boy. Trapped with a curse that will get the better of him. Cursed to be hated by the woman he loves." She pointed to herself. "Madam Kazume can take that all away. She can get rid of his pain, his fear, his sadness. Madame Kazume can make all better. Would the poor boy like that?" Miroku looked up.
"What would this involve." He asked her.
"Madam Kazume is not very picky. She needs the poor boy, and somewhere cold." She pointed to the river. "Can the poor boy get some water from that river for Madame Kazume... it can be cold."
Miroku used a cup to hold the water in, and returned to the woman.
"Madame Kazume needs the poor boy to lay down and close his eyes. Mafame Kazume is going to do a little operation." As he was laying on the ground, he felt something slicing his skin, where his heart was.
"Madame Kazume needs something from the poor boy. She needs him to think of all of the things he loves, hates, and fears." He heard her say. Something he loved...he thought of Sango...he hated Naraku, and he feared his wind tunnel.
Madame Kazume poured the water into Miroku's wound. She watched it spread through his bloodstream, and then encasing his heart and freezing around it. Hus wound automaticly healed. Out of his mouth, came a pink mist. She captured it in a clear vile. She grinned. Miroku opened his eyes.
"How does the poor boy feel?" She asked him. He replied in an emotionless tone.
"I don't." Madame Kazuma smiled, looking at the vile.
"Perfect."

THIS ISN'T REAL... NONE OF IT'S EVER REAL.. THUS... NO SPOILERS. I DON'T OWN INUYASHA!!!!