What if Sango had stayed with Naraku? How would the story have changed if she had become evil, one of the bad guys?
"Sango? Sango…Awaken!" Narku's voice resonated through the darkness of Sango's mind.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself starring at the ceiling of a dark room. She turned her head and saw that she was in a mansion. Sitting up, she saw Naraku sitting at the end of her futon. He was starring at her with piercing eyes, slightly hooded, but she wasn't afraid. He was looking at her, emotionless.
Of course, Sango didn't know yet that his name was Naraku. She knew him as the young lord of the castle. She remembered him finding her when she escaped her gravesite the night before.
Now, she had awoken from her slumber to Naraku's call. She had felt no desire to wake any earlier, because she felt no purpose…no reason.
The truth was, though Sango couldn't realize it, that she had been severely traumatized. Her heart and her mind had been damaged severely. She no longer felt emotions other than hatred and anger, subconsciously feeling that all other emotions were the source of pain. Once she felt them again, the emotions like love and desire; she would feel that pain. The only thing she clung to, was her brother. Though she would never express it openly.
The events of the night before flashed through her mind; Her family and comrades murdered by her brother, being buried alive then being cared for by the young lord. Naraku was bringing those images back to the surface. He was trying to stir up old feelings, so he could use them to his advantage. His plan didn't work, because Sango responded with nothing…She felt emptiness and no self worth…She had lost everything, so she had nothing to lose, so she had nothing. Nothing mattered besides herself and her brother.
Sango viewed demons as the main source for all her pain, and she was itching to spill the blood of a demon. Any demon, a demon that would fight back and give her hell. Naraku was just the man to give her the opportunities. Ironic, she thought, that she would be taking orders from a demon to kill other demons. She knew now that he must be a demon; she realized that he was inside her head. It was twisted, and she liked it.
"I have someone I need you to confront, Sango. His name is Inuyasha, and I need you to fight him, almost to the brink of death." He put on a slight smirk. "You are not to kill him…just barley. Play with him, have a good time. God knows you need it." He took out his hive and one insect buzzed out. "This will show you the way. Oh, which reminds me. You've lost your little demon cat, and I can't have you lagging behind on foot. This will be your new transportation." He motioned to the open screen door to the right of Sango.
It was a black dragon, more menacing and larger than Ah-Un. It had one head, large wings and a long tale. Its eyes were slanted and cold, the color blue of ice. On its back, was a leather saddle. Sango stood and approached it slowly.
When she walked, she noticed for the first time how sore her body was. She had rested just long enough for her wounds to close securely.
"Its an ice dragon. I thought it would be a suiting transfer from your old counterpart, don't you think?" Naraku commented.
Sango put out a hand to the dragons head, and touched the side of its slender cheek lightly.
"Its name?" She asked. It was the first time she had spoken since she didn't know when, and it felt and sounded strange.
"Yukiko. If I remember, you are good with animals?"
"I can manage." She walked back to the side of her futon and strapped on her boomerang.
She slipped on to the beasts back, and was soon following the insect toward her first target.