I know I'm veering off track by making another story here, but don't worry, it's only a one shot ^-^ This idea came to me a looooong time ago and I finally decided to write it. It's kinda angsty sad @_@ but enjoy nonetheless. I don't know if someone wrote something like this, so I'm declaring now that this idea was original to me at least, and if it seems like plagirism, then I greatly apologize.

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My Elixir



Only one…more shard.

It may have sounded like the most joyous thing ever.

But it was a nightmare.

No one realized how much hurt…and pain one of their member's was going through. It just seemed like an event too good to be true. But it was horrible. Naraku was dead; joy. Kagura finally got her wish and she was freed from him, showing them her thankfulness by giving them the shards. But then…there was…

Kohaku…

Everyone…seemed to forget about him. He was the one…with the last remaining shard that would piece the Shikon no Tama. It would seal the Tama…and steal his life.

Sango put her yukata over her as she rose from the futon. Calming Kirara so the small youkai returned to it's slumber, she took a step away.

It was a lovely, warm night. The breeze that passed from the window sent a chill up her spine, making her quiver quickly. She walked out of the room of the dojo quietly, hoping that she wouldn't wake Kagome and Shippou. Passing the rooms, including the one where Inuyasha and Miroku slept, she walked like the wind swept her at her feet.

She stepped down from the few steps, then walked quickly over to a well. Sitting down and resting her back on it, she began her quest of pondering. All she could think of…was Kohaku. The love…the betrayal she felt…the desparation…depression…

"Kohaku.." she muttered softly. She looked up at the clear, cloudless night. So many stars. So beautiful and luminescent. She continued looking up for a few more seconds before her vision blurred. Hot wetness formed at the corner of her eyes. She shouldn't reduce herself to tears.

A very small sob escaped her lips, making her shut her mouth with her hands, hoping she hadn't woken Inuyasha with his good hearing. And yet, as her hands remained over her mouth, her tears defied her and fell. She couldn't take the pressure anymore. Covering her eyes with her hands, she shut her mouth and allowed her tears to flow.

It seemed like an eternity before she was distracted. Something brushed onto her shoulder. Quickly removing her hands and looking up, she saw the soft, warm gaze of…

"Houshi-sama!" she muttered in shock.

He gave her a smile, then looked up for a few seconds. He returned his gaze to her. "I couldn't sleep well tonight, Sango-chan."

"Na—naruhodo…" she muttered. [I see]

"May I join you?" he asked with a small smile.

"Um…" She quickly wiped her eyes to avoid him asking questions. "Do as you wish," she muttered. He moved in to sit next to her. "But I swear to you now, Houshi-sama. I'm not in a light mood right now. One wrong move and I'll be more angry with you than ever." Her voice was filled with defensive anger. Her words weren't at all what she meant.

She didn't want him to feel her…

pain.

Miroku made a face at her that she obviously didn't notice. A flash of something struck his face. Maybe hurt. But she didn't have to know. "I swear that I won't make any offensive move to you, Sango-chan," he said. "You put little trust in me, though." He sat by her, leaning on the well and returning his gaze to the cloaked sky.

Sango looked at him for a few seconds; every crease of his face that bathed in the moonlight. He was such a beautiful man, mindlessly flaunting it with his lecherous ways. "Houshi-sama—" she started softly. She saw the expression on his face, though he tried to hide it.

"What is that caused you to cry, Sango?" he asked. Silence caught the two of them and danced around for a while.

"Made me…cry?" she asked. "I…wasn't crying, Houshi." But her eyes betrayed her very words. They were red and puffed, and despite what she thought, they were actually starting to water again.

"Why do you lie to me, Sango?" he asked. "Why do you have such little trust in me?"

"I do trust you…" she said apprehensively, her voice hardly above a whisper.

"Then tell me," he ordered.

There was another silent wave that passed through. The wind swept at her loosened hair, making her glad that it blockaded her tears as she looked down. "Kohaku…" she muttered softly.

Miroku stopped breathing and looked at her. Kohaku?…

Kohaku…has the last shard embedded in his back. How could any of them have forgotten? While they rejoiced that there was but only one more shard, Sango sulked in depression, knowing who it held it. "…Sango," he started softly.

"What's going to happen to him?" she asked as she looked up at him. "He's the last one with the shard. And yet…the shard is his only means of life."

How would it hurt her…to take her brother's life away so that the tama could be full? He didn't know what to say. Or do. So he did the only thing he could do.

Sango gasped quickly and looked at the monk as he grabbed onto her hand tightly and turned to her. "…Houshi-sama?…"

"Miroku," he said.

It was enough for her. It was enough for her to know…that she had his full support. Her eyes sullied as she kept her gaze on him. And to her surprise…she started crying again. "Mi…roku…" she muttered softly, never looking away from him with such sadness.

Without a single thought, he lifted his other hand to her…and he wiped away her tears with tender touches. It came to a surprise to him as more tears streamed from her lovely eyes. He didn't like it when she cried. "I cannot not tell you…" he started softly, "what you should do. It is your decision to make what happens to your brother. I can only support your decision."

More tears. He lightly caressed her cheek with his thumb, emitting a small smile.

To his utter surprise, she closed her eyes and lifted her hand to his. Slowly, she inched toward him until she pushed herself onto him. She didn't notice his blush; a thin line that discreetly covered his nose. She leaned onto him.

She didn't care who he was for the moment.

She needed support and love.

And he said he would at least give support to her.

He wrapped his arm tightly around her. He wouldn't dare touch where she deemed trespassing. He would respect her.

"You don't know…Miroku…how much your words…console me," she said softly.

He put his other arm around her hesitantly. When she made no move to stop him, he rested his arms around her.


It was a few hours later when the two separated. "Houshi…I'm going…to go back to sleep now…" she declared.

He removed his arms from around her and allowed her to stand up. "Sleep well," he declared, also standing. 'Kami-sama!! Must…resist…the urge,' he thought as he walked behind her. He held his hand out slightly, then returned it. 'I won't.'

"Thank you, Houshi…" she said as she went to the shoji and slid it open softly. "See you in the morning." He gave her a slight nod before he went inside his room.

~*~
Sango climbed onto Kirara quietly, look around for a few seconds to check if anyone was following her. Leaving behind her fighting outfit, she patted her youkai on it's mane of fur. "Kirara…pick up on Kohaku's scent…" she said.

The neko youkai didn't roar in reply, just lifted off the ground and followed her nose. She knew that Sango wanted to remain quiet.


The two flew for a long while until Kirara finally found Kohaku's scent and descended from there air. "You sense him, Kirara?" Sango asked. 'Kohaku…' she thought as her eyes sullied. She jumped from the back of her youkai and landed swiftly, her knee and hand touching the ground. She started walking, then stopped as Kirara took a step to follow her. "Stay behind, Kirara…Or go back to the others, rather," she ordered softly, going ahead of the youkai.

The youkai replied by turning to the direction it flew from and taking off into the air.

She walked on, grabbing onto her hiraikotsu tightly. She walked through the forest and got to a field clear with grass. She wanted to find him quickly…and maybe talk with him…before she—

A twig snapped by her. She whipped her head in that direction, surprised to see a village beyound a few hills. And then she saw him with a few game over his shoulder tied with strings. "…Ko—Kohaku…?" she said softly, taking a few steps with her.

The boy took a step back from her. "…Who are you?" he asked as he scrunched his eyebrows and lagged his head to the side a little.

"It's me…, Sango…" she said softly, holding back the will to touch him for the last time.

"…San…go?" he asked. "…I don't know you…"

"I'm your sister, Kohaku!" Sango said forcefully. 'Please remember me…' Sango's mind raced. She didn't know what to do in these few seconds.

"My…my sister?" he asked, cocking his head further to the side. He looked at her for a few seconds in disbelief.

"Don't you remember me, Kohaku?…" Sango asked, gripping her hands together.

Kohaku remained quiet as he looked at her. He didn't remember her. It was as if…his mind refused to remember.

He took a step back warily as she took a few steps toward him, holding up his weapon. 'Sango' came too close for comfort, which triggered his senses, making him throw his sickle at her.


"Kirara…" Miroku said as he cocked his eyebrow. Kagome and Inuyasha looked at the youkai, which bat it's feet against the ground in anxiety. As if telling them something.

Kagome looked at the youkai strangely, then stopped suddenly. "Inuyasha!" she started.

"What?!" Inuyasha asked.

"I feel…I feel a shard…" she said softly.

"What?" Inuyasha asked in disbelief. "Where!?"

"It's very faint…" Kagome started, "But I feel it coming…from this direction…" she said as she pointed westward.

"Where's Sango-chan??" Shippou suddenly asked.

It was then that Miroku put two and two together. He cursed loudly, making heads turn to him. "…It's Kohaku…" he said.

"Ko—Kohaku??" Kagome and Inuyasha asked at the same time.

Oh wait…

They'd forgotten…that he was the only one left with the shard still embedded within him.

This was going to be hard.

"Come on," Inuyasha said. "Let's go find the shard."

'Sango…' Miroku thought, looking ahead of him.


It seemed like an influx of memories poured through as soon as Sango blocked the sickle with the hiraikotsu and threw both weapons to the side. The first came to him when Sango threw her arms around him after he'd taken a few more steps from her.

At every memory that awakened in his mind, his eyes widened and twitched.

"Kohaku…" Sango said softly. "Kohaku…" she drawled out this time. She held him tighter.

"…O…nee…chan…" he said softly, his eyes widening in disbelief at how slowly and crooked the words rolled of his tongue. But it was the recognition of it…that got to him.

Sango remained quiet as she held onto him tighter, not caring of the tears that fell from her eyes.

This was what she wanted.

It would be her elixir for now.

To know that he remembered.

"Onee-chan!" he yelled softly as he put his arms around her. "I…remember…" he muttered softly. "I remember…"

"I love you, Kohaku," she said softly. She pulled away from him and smiled, bending down to his height. Sure to say, that was a sad smile that she gave.

Kohaku didn't like it. Her eyes were dull as she smiled. "Why…are your eyes so—"

"Look at you," Sango said as she gave another smile, putting one hand on her knee and her other hand in his bangs of hair, getting it out of his eyes. "My little brother…" she muttered softly, looking softly at the way his hair glistened in the sun light, then at his eyes, wide and innocent.

"Onee-chan?" he asked as he cocked his head again. Sango smile slowly turned into a straight line, her chin quivering softly as she kept putting her hand through his hair as if cuddling him.

She pulled him close to her again so he wouldn't see more tears in her eyes.

"Forgive me, onee-chan…for everything…" he said softly, holding onto the back of her yukata tightly.

They were together again.

And he didn't want anything to change that.

He felt her hand petting his hair, getting lower each time. But he didn't care. It was his sister. He loved her. And she wasn't going to ever let him go.

Sango held back herself from shivering as her hand ran over a cold spot on the back of his neck. Unable to hld back anymore, she held onto him tightly, giving a quick shiver of foreboding.

"I love you…" she said, more heartfelt than before. "…As your sister, how can I not forgive you?" she whispered.

Her hand brushed over the cold spot on his neck again, making him tremble from the light tickle.

"I'm so sorry…" she muttered softly.

There was silence.

"Nani…what for?" he asked. No sooner had he said the words did he feel a cold, seering pain run through his body. "Ne—Nee-chan…" he muttered in pain…and disbelief. His legs gave way under him and he tumbled against her, grabbing onto her yukata tightly. "Nee-chan…" he muttered again. "Why?"

He knew…that this shard in his back was his only means of life.

Why was she taking it away from him?

"Because I love you…" Sango retorted, feeling that his hold of her yukata was lightening. He nearly collapsed, sending her to hold onto him firmly. Finally, she just sat on the ground and held onto him tightly.

There was a long silence as she held onto his and continued petting his hair softly, shushing him at the same time. His body trembled. She started at him as his eyes began to close and his breathing began to come slower. Blood started to flush onto her outfit from wounds that had reappeared from many battles.

"At least…I can die…" he wheezed softly. He winced and shut his eyes tightly for a few seconds before letting out some air as if it had been held in for minutes. He was struggling to stay alive for just a while longer.

"Shh…Kohaku…" Sango said softly, her tears betraying the smile on her face. It wasn't a smile of joy.

Finally…his suffering could end.

"…having last memories of you…" he said softly. He gave another one of his cute smiles.

Despite what he wanted, he could feel the warm tears pushing from the corner of his eyes. Then again…it was very painful.

"Shh…" Sango urged. Her tears fled from her eyes quickly. But she didn't wipe them away.

She remained with him as his back lay on her laps and he held the back of her yukata with one hand and her sleeve with the other. His eyes seemed to wander softly as his skin gave of a bluish-white tint, darting around quickly. But as time passed…his winks lasted longer and his breaths came in wheezes, quickening at times, and slowing at others.

She held onto him until he breathed his last, a few tears falling down his young, full face. "We'll be together…Kohaku…" She looked down at the blood in her hands, not noticing the figure that stood a small distance from her.


"I smell Sango's scent around here…" Inuyasha said as he lifted his nose into the air. "I smell blood, too…" he added.

"Blood?" Miroku asked.

"The shard…is very close…" Kagome said, trying to get Miroku's mind somewhere else.

Miroku turned to her and Inuyasha, then quickened his paces so that he was ahead of them. It wasn't long until he was out of their sight.

"…Maybe…we should leave them…by themselves," Kagome said out of concideration for Miroku and Sango.

"Whatever…" Inuyasha said, stopping and walking by a tree before he leaned against it. "We'll wait for them here."

Kagome gave him a small smile.


Miroku kept on walking forward, his heart racing. Inuyasha said blood. He was hoping…strongly…that it wasn't Sango's blood. Although he didn't say whose blood it was.

He heard a low whimper come from somewhere. He paces quickened until he came to a small clearing and saw Sango sitting in the grass, blood in her hands. But he couldn't see anything else. The grass was too tall. He cursed mentally when she didn't notice him, thinking that she was doing something stupid…like…

Killing herself…

He saw the sword raise in her hands, then saw her mutter something, her lips moving delicately. But everything was far too quiet. She was about to kill herself!

"Sango!" he said loudly before he could think about what he was doing.

"Houshi-sama!" she said quickly as she looked up at Miroku. She looked at the sword in her hand, then back at him. 'No…he can't stop me!' she thought anxiously.

She wanted to end it all quickly.

"Sango, no!" Miroku yelled. His feet led him toward her faster than he thought.

Both minds emptied and only a continuum of blackness clouded them as actions were taken.

There was a sound of metal against metal…, sword to flesh, a few stuttered gasps…of pain, and finally a thud.

"Mi—Miroku…" Sango muttered softly. "Miroku…" she said softly, tears coming to her eyes again. "I didn't mean—"

Miroku winced as he held his side, his face a bit pallor and his features scrunched in pain. He moved his hand slightly so he could survey the damage. He gave a grunt of pain as he winced again, falling to his knees.

"Miroku!" Sango placed her hand over his, his blood seeping onto her hand. "I'm sorry, Miroku…Fogiv—"

"I'm fine, Sango," Miroku said with a slightly pained voice. "I can manage…" he said. He then furrowed his eyebrows angrily at her. "But don't you ever do that again!" he said angrily. "If you try attempting suicide on me, I'll kill you! Don't you dare do it in front of me and on my time and make it seem like it's my fault to everyone else!"

"Hou—houshi…" she muttered softly as tears came to her eyes again. She collapsed by the dead body of her brother. She winced as he got up and walked to her and gently put his arms around her. "Forgive me…" she whispered.

"I can't do that…" he said softly. "Not before I can say that I love you…" His words weren't very audible. "Don't scare me like that again…" he whispered into her ears.

But Sango's eyes widened. Her tears came at an influx, no longer wanting to be sealed inside of her.

He still loved her.

She nearly killed him just now.

After she did all that, he still managed to love her.

"Thank you…" she whispered back to him, putting her hand on his shoulder as he gently picked her up, throwing his own pain to the side.

Maybe he was the elixir in her life.

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T_T That was semi-sad to me. I've read things that have made me break out in tears. This story was just fun to write. D_D Please leave a reviews for me. It's greatly appreciated. And please read my two other stories Black Heart and An Egg Full of Thorns ^-~V Ja ne, minna~~