A/N: Hey everyone, um so I am trying to rewrite this story to the point where its a new story all together. So enjoy, and I hope you like it. R&R!
Chapter 1:
I can't believe this... I don't believe it.
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This is insane... I'm a what?
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What do I do now?...
It happened when I was about eleven years old. I was living with my grandmother, for she became my guardian after my parents died. I never knew how they died...
...until that fateful day.
My granny was extremely passionate about her gardens. She treated them with upmost care and taught me to do the same. She taught me about all living things and how they're connected. She even explained to me that although most living things are dangerous, they do not live to spread evil. No one and nothing is born corrupted...
...that is until I was told how my parents died-I mean, how they were killed.
Every night before I went to sleep, my grandmother would sing me a song about a beautiful knight who vanquished monsters in order to protect her home and family. She would sing the song softly and close her wrinkle adorned eyes in complete bliss...
...as if she knew the knight herself.
Sometimes whenever I had done something I wasn't supposed to, she would tell me little demon sprites would come after me for being bad. Of course I shrugged off such nonsense, regardless of how young I was...
...until the following day... when I saw something moving in the garden.
What is that?!
Every thought I had at the moment disappeared when that creature looked in my direction. I was so frozen that I couldnt even cry for help. But who would have helped me? My grandmother? She would have thought I had gone crazy...
...that is before she soundlessly stepped infront of me, with a redish purple vile in hand.
Grandma? What are you...?
The little ugly thing saw the vile as well and let out a raspy high pitched scream, causing me to cover my ears in pain. Within that moment, the thing charged towards my grandmother, while she stood unmoving. I watched intensely, praying for her to do something before the thing does something awful to her.
I looked down to find a rather large stick a few inces from my foot. It was long enough to be a walking stick.
Maybe... I can use this...?
I looked up just in time to see the monster picking up its pace, getting ready to attack. Just as it leaped in the air, I quickly grabbed the stick and stepped in front of my grandmother.
"S-Sango!" I blocked out what ever else she might have said in that moment when a sheer look of determination adorned my face. The little sprite-like creature came closer, as I got ready to swing.
"STAY AWAY FROM MY GRANNY!" I swung downward, striking the thing dead in the forehead. I used enough strength to send him flying into a thick oak tree, knocking him out cold. I was panting heavily, until I felt a soft hand rest on my shoulder. I looked up to find my grandmother walking towards the unconscious thing. She opened the vile she had and poured the weird liquid onto it, causing him to deteriorate instantly.
Other than my heavy breathing, it was completely silent.
What did I... just do?
"Granny?" She turned at the call of her name. Instead of seeing her usual tired smile, she looked at me with eyes full of grief and seriousness. I had never seen such an intense gaze from her before that day.
"Come inside dear. It's time we talked things over. I'll prepare a pot of tea." And just like that, she walked slowly out of the garden and into the house.
It wasn't long before I followed after her. She grabbed her little tea pots and saucers and ushered me by her side. I was lead to the living room, and I immediately took a seat.
"Not here." she said. I gave her a confused look. She answered the question in my head by moving the soft woolly rug on the floor aside. Beneath it was an old cellar door. A door I had no clue was even there. She asked me to help her open it and I slowly complied.
How long was this here?
It wasn't long before we made it to the bottom of the steps. I was at a lost for words when I saw what was hidden underneath the house all these years. Dozens of plants and more of those weird viles sat on countertops all around the room.
"Granny, what is this place?" I asked as I found a pillow large enough to sit on. I saw her rummaging through an old drawer for a few minutes until, she turned around with a couple of rolled up papers in her hands. It wasn't long before I realized they were old scrolls.
She handed me one of them, and unrolled the other, revealling a large picture of a beautiful woman, holding a weapon in the shape of a large boomerang. She had armored plates on her shoulders and across her midsection, while the rest of her outfit was an all black skin-tight suit. I could faintly see that there was a short sword resting at her hip.
I could tell right away that she was a warrior.
"A knight." I said, just above a whisper. My grandmother gestured for me to open the other scroll. I unrolled slowly to find the warrior's biography so to speak. It was hard for me to understand somewhat since it was in an old dialect of Japanese.
It said something about her being, not a knight, but a demon slayer. It was her profession. I couldn't really understand what the rest said, but I was able ot make out the words "family", "evil", "brother", "control", and of course "demon". After that, it told of how she travelled the region with a group of friends. And she fell in love with someone.
But what does this have to do with me?
I skimmed the rest of it until I reached the bottom of the scroll. My eyes widened as I read the closing and signature.
Sango
"Her name... was Sango?" I asked my grandmother, in shock. She nodded her head.
"Yes. You are the reincarnation of the greatest demon slayer that ever lived, dear. What you saw in the garden earlier was infact a demon. Although it was small, if allowed to roam free, who knows what trouble it would have caused." I took in her words carefully, but I couldn't help but get a headache. Granny saw me grabbing at my head, and offered me some of the tea she made. One sip was all it took.
"What does this have to do with me, Granny?" the elder woman took a sip of her own tea as she answered my question.
"Sango... i was the one who put that the large stick in the garden. I gasped after realizing that my hunch was indeed correct.
"So that wasn't by chance then?" I asked, already knowing the answer. My elder guardian sighed deeply.
"My dear Sango. I must say that out of everyone in our family, you are the only one who has inherited the talent and blood of demon slaying. Thus why you were named Sango."
"But how did you know this? When was this decided? I didn't ask for this-!"
"Sango!" Just that, quieted me in an instant.
"You must understand... this was meant to happen. It was written in your destiny... in Sango's destiny." she said, referring to the past warrior.
"Legends were told of the warrior being reborn to be humanity's savior once again. And the day that the demons returned is the same day that the Slayer will resurface. Today is that day Sango." she said, getting up from her seat. She walked over toards her painting that hung over her drawer. It was her favorite painting of a beautiful, fully grown garden.
"Our family has been keeping this safe for many generations, my young warrior." I looked in awe as she removed her painting to reveal a glass case in the wall. Within the case, was the same black skin-tight suit the other Sango wore in the picture.
"Come here Sango." I stood slowly and walked to her side. She untucked a gold key from her blouse and opened the glass case.
"Now, Sango, I will turn around and when I do I want you to discard your current clothes and simply touch the fabric before you." she turn around and awaited for the change to happen. I hesitantly began to remove my blue shirt.
What am I doing?!
Soon after that, I slid off my light khaki shorts.
What will happen when I touch the suit?
As I stood there, clad in only my underwear, for I was not developed enough to wear a bra, I slowly reached for the outift in the case. My index finger barely grazed the surface as the suit began to glow with a strange pink light around it. Before I knew it, the threads were unwinding themselves, untl the suit was nothing but a large bundle of strings and glided towards my small frame.
"Grandma, what is it doing?!" I shouted in slight panic.
"Calm child, the fabric will not hurt you." Hearing her calm voice, made me relax a bit. But I was still cautious. Suddenly, the threads spun all around me, making me dizzy and lightheaded. They spun faster and faster until I saw a bright glow again, only this time it was my body glowing a light blue.
Once the light dimmed, my grandmother turned to face me, clad in no longer my undergarments, but in the black cat suit. However, the suit now fit me snug to my size and except the armor being pink like my past self, they were a baby blue color and the sash holding my midsection's armor was a deep ocean blue.
It actually looks kind of nice..
"Sango..." I turned at the call of my name.
"Yes, Granny?" Once again, she ushered me to follow her. Walked to the other side of the room to see a green couch, but it looked more like a bed at the same time.
"I need you to lie down dear. The next process might take a toll on you." I did what was asked of me, though I could help but wonder what else I had to go through in one day.
"Now close your eyes." As I closed them, she started saying some sort of chant, using the same dialect of Japanese as was in the scroll I read. So, it was hard to make most of it. Out of no where I started seeing images of... things.
No. Those aren't things. Those are demons.
They flashed back and forth. The longer it went on, the more grotesque and terrifying they looked. It soon went from pictures of demons to actual scenes of demons in action, terrozing innocent people.
This was enough to give anyone nightmares. Yet I coldn't turn my eyes away. That was probably because they were already closed. There was one scene in particular that I was fascianted with. When my past self, Sango, stared down a demon more than three times her height. She sent it a piercing gaze, sending a chill down my spine.
How is she not afraid? Doesn't she know she will die?
Yes. But she continues to fight. Why is that though?
"You will not harm my people anymore!" I heard her yell. With one strike, the demon was brought down.
Her eyes... they looked so fierce and brave. She wanted to protect her people.
I slowly opened my eyes to stare blankly at the ceiling.
"Her people..."
"What about them, dear?"
"... That demon was strong enough to kill her. But because she cared about her friends and family, she won. Why is that?" My grandmother, walked towards me to kneel by the couch.
"It is her friends and family, her people, that give her strength. It is because of her heart and courage that she was able to obtain victory. And so will you." she said, as she stretched out her hand for me to take. I slowly grasped her hand and stood up.
"Now that you have discovered who you truly are... it's time to go home." she said with that same blissful smile.
A/N: HEYYYY EVERYONE I'M BAAAACK! Okay so first off thank you those who decided to stop scrolling long enough to read this first chapter of mine. Now please understand that I wrote this chapter and kept writing until I felt that it got a good point across. Therefore other chapters may be short or long or neither depending on when I feel that there is a good point to leave you wanting more.
Also, I'm a slow writer and it took me two weeks to finish this, so bear with me please! If you guys be good then I can bust out another chapter for you guys much faster than my normal pace!
*sigh* Double Also: I need a vote from those who might review this of which back story I should do next:
Kagome
Inuyasha
Miroku
and/or some other people that you feel I should throw in here.
And not to confuse anyone, but this is an INUxSAN FANFIC. GOT IT! GOOD! Love you, bye! R&R!