122Okay now, first. This story is finished in my computer, but in Finnish. If this story gets read, I will carry on translating.
There will be 16 chapters, but they are quite short.
Be prepared for insanity!
Chapter 1 - Miroku
Miroku stared at the white wall. Bloodred lines started to spread on it. Threateningly everything started getting dark and turn purple.
Why doesn't anyone else note this? Why isn't anyone scared? Anyone but Miroku. But now he had to stay calm. He should just find a nurse and tell him the bad news calmly, so that at least some lives could be saved.
First he thought of his friend Inuyasha. He should be warned. But Miroku hadn't seen him whole morning. He sure had heard him scream a few hours ago, but not seen him.
"Excuse me", Miroku tapped a man in white coat on his shoulder. "Where is my friend Inuyasha? I have to tell him something."
"Inuyasha is not available right now", the white-coat answered a bit coldly, like he didn't even take the man seriously.
"This is very important!" Miroku shouted. He was about to lose his self-control. But no wonder; the whole building was creaking and the ceiling was peeling off. A small creek of blood streamed through the corridor. Breathing was getting hard, as fresh air was running out.
"Well, tell me, and I will go tell him. He's in the isolation room, I was just going to..."
"Isolation box?!" Miroku cried out in horror and quickly got on his way towards the corridor, where the isolation rooms were. He covered his mouth, trying not to to breathe carbon monoxide.
The man almost crashed against the isolation room's door, fell on his knees and shouted to the small slit between the door and the floor:
"Inuyasha! Inuyasha, are you there?"
Oh yes he was. A boy with red eyes, silver hair and dog-eared boy was sitting in the corner of the dark room, scratching marks on the wall with his sharp claws. The boy did turn his head towards the slit, even saw Miroku's fingertips and shadow, but didn't mind. He turned back to scratching.
"Inuyasha! Answer me!" Miroku shouted alarmeldy.
No. He couldn't believe it. Was Inuyasha already dead? Smoke came from the isolation room. What if the boy had burned or suffocated to death? Miroku closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Would this be the end? He would die soon, too. He wouldn't be able to survive this smoke for any much longer...
"Over there!" sounded a shout from the corridor behind Miroku. Three white-coats ran to him. Two of them grabbed him from his hands. Miroku wrenched.
"What are you doing? Run away, fast, before it's too late!" he shouted. The white-coats didn't answer. They pushed Miroku gently against the floor, lowered his pants, and the third of them took a syringe and stung it to the man's butt. Then everything went blurry.
It didn't take very long before Mirorku was getting cleared up from the medicine shot. And he, too, was now in an isolation room – not in the same as his friend Inuyasha, of course. Miroku laid on the limb restraint bed in the middle of the room, without being strapped. He tried to sort out his thoughts. Wasn't he dead? Now the building seemed just fine, like nothing had happened. It hadn't collapsed? What about the blood? What about the fire?
Miroku got up from the bed and walked to the door. It was heavy, metallic, and inside there was no doorknob. There was a small window of bulletproof glass, about the level of Miroku's face.
"Excuse me! Is there anyone out there?" he shouted so loud it could be heard even through the door. Soon, one of Them appeared in front of Miroku.
"Hello, Miroku. Are you feeling better?" the woman, a nurse, asked.
"What is goingon? Why am I in this isolation box?" Miroku asked sincerely confused.
"You were delusional again a few hours back – don't you remember?" the white-coat told. Miroku had no idea, what she was talking about.
"But – do you think you are well enough to get out and join the other patients?"
"Of course", Miroku stated, raising his eyebrow. Did he get this right – he was punished for trying to save other people of fire, or whatever that world's end that thing was. Man, these people were weird.
Because there was no clock in the isolation room, Miroku had no idea, how long he had to sit and wait in there, before he was let out. Finally the moment came; he could hear the door being open. It opened, squeaking, lighting up the way from the door to the wall opposite. Miroku covered his eyes for a while. His eyes had got used to darkness.
Calmly Miroku walked out of the room. There were two white-coats waiting outside – his own nurse and the doctor.
"Nice to see you have calmed down", the doctor smiled and closed the room's door. "Go on now. Try to stay calm."
Still absolutely confused Miroku got on his way towards the western corridor, where his room located. One room's door was open. Out of it peeked a very cheerful guy, who's face lit up even more after seeing Miroku. He ran to him and hugged him tight.
"My friend! I have missed you!" he shouted with a womanly voice, even though the was a man.
"Good evening, Jakotsu. Are you alright?" Miroku asked, smiling, but still pushed the man away as unnoticed as possible.
"No!" Jakotsu complained. "No-one told me people were watching a movie in the TV room! I just sat alone in my room on my bed and...!"
"Well, next time then!" Miroku nodded and waved his hand as goodbye. Jakotsu sighed, disappointed.
After Miroku got to his room's door, he peeked in and looked around carefully. Inuyasha nowhere to be seen. Where was he? Oh please, not still in the box?
Miroku sighed depressed and closed the door behing him. He walked to his bed and sat down. He turned his face towards the window. He saw his transparent, and, behind it, a dark summer's night. Here and there shone lamp-posts and lights from other wards' windows. It was all quiet.
