Chapter 1: Reminiscing
"Inuyasha."
It was Sango's voice calling for the hanyou at the edge of the cliff, his back to her. The taijiya walked up the hill towards him.
Inuyasha was staring at the dying sun with his golden eyes. He didn't move at the sound of Sango's voice; he only continued to watch the sun gradually recede until it's light faded completely, only to be replaced by the stars'.
Until Sango finally was close enough, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder from behind, unsure of how he would react. When he didn't she removed her hand and stepped to his left so she could stand next to him.
Immediately from her touch, Inuyasha sensed some odd sort of relief. Well, a lot was on his mind already. This feeling was normal.
"The view up here is really pleasant," said Sango in a warm tone trying to sound friendly. "I can't believe I never noticed how beautiful the sunset really is." Surely, Inuyasha didn't expect that from Sango.
This is weird, thought Inuyasha. Since when the hell did Sango start talking about things pretty and crap? He paused for a short while, decided to brush it off, and then he turned to face Sango with the usual expression on his face when he's talking to someone casually.
Watching the sun, Sango spoke. "Inuyasha, dinner's almost ready. Kagome told me to call you because she's finishing up." Sango didn't need to state "Oh, and because she has a sprained ankle." Inuyasha clearly knew that, caring so deeply for Kagome. Sango paused and then looked him in the eyes. "By the time we get back, we'd be right on time." There was a warm kindness in those brown eyes of hers.
Without any hesitation, Inuyasha retorted. "Feh. Who said we would go back? You're making it sound as if I'd come with you. I can go back by myself." Inuyasha noticed the hurt quickly flash across Sango's eyes until it disappeared under the anger. Uncertain on what to do, Inuyasha continued. "You can go ahead." Inuyasha turned back around and watched the sun again, trying to act as if nothing happened.
Sango left silently, feeling slightly miffed. But then again, I should have been expecting that. I mean, that's how he always is.
Sango thought mournfully, Talking to Inuyasha is not as comfortable as talking to the others, even Houshi-sama. I guess I'm not really as close to him than I thought. Maybe he's not even my friend. He's just a fighting companion. She sighed sadly. Kagome is really close to Inuyasha. I'm not. Let's face it. Thinking about Kagome caused her to become angry. Stop it, Sango! Kagome's your friend.
Sango's scent grew weaker as she walked farther away. Finally she's gone! If you could actually consider that a conversation, Inuyasha found it rather awkward. He and Sango were pretty distant. At least he could speak to the others without having to feel as weird as he was feeling now.
Inuyasha felt mildly ashamed of how he reacted. Just the slightest of a fraction of him wanted to apologize. Instead, Inuyasha chose to ignore it. Why the hell should I care? It's only Sango. It shouldn't have bothered her.
When he cleared out the unwanted thoughts, Inuyasha took one final glance at the sun and walked towards the Keade's.
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During the middle of the night in Keade's hut, Sango was still awake. She just felt so uncomfortable on this mat and couldn't seem to relax, how much for sleep. Aggravated, she'd turn this way and that.
"Ugh!" Sango decided to give up and just stare at the ceiling until breakfast. This thought brought a grim smirk on her face. Her head turned in the direction of Inuyasha's sleeping form across the room.
I guess he's sleeping inside just to protect Kagome. Her leg isn't in the best condition.
Sango felt the jealousy twinge at her thoughts, making the smirk even more hateful.
Just a few months ago, Sango realized how she really felt towards Inuyasha. She decided to keep her yearning for him a secret. She certainly couldn't tell Kagome. Even though Kagome was her friend, Sango was pretty sure she wouldn't be any longer if she told her. Sango couldn't bear it if Kagome was gone from her life, now. She already lost so much. Kagome leaving her as a friend would add to the torment. The pain was enough to bear.
And what about Miroku? Sango sometimes even disqualified him as being her friend. That's how loathesome I really am. I've grown so awful ever since I fell in love with Inuyasha. The expression on her face was vile, but then it was replaced by a look of fear. What am I saying? Houshi-sama is my friend! I shouldn't be hating him. Have I really become so despicable? Everyone in the group had no idea, not even Kirara. Kirara was completely oblivious to these feelings of Sango. Sango irritatedly clutched her blanket harder. These thoughts constantly ran through her head every day.
I wonder if Inuyasha could ever love me. Sango closed her eyes in grief. She knew Inuyasha and Kagome were in love. Sango felt selfish. Of course she couldn't have everything her way. A hot tear streamed down her cheek.
"Dammit," whispered Sango as she wiped it away in anger. She felt a huge load of painful morose. Ever since she fell in love with Inuyasha. Damn this! These feelings slowly diminished her every day. All because of Inuyasha...
Sango continued to watch the sleeping hanyou, her desire for him steadily growing. She savored this moment, trying to satisfy the thirst in herself for him. His long, silvery hair. Sango longed to run her fingers through it. She needed to. But she knew she couldn't. She just couldn't at all. This thought encouraged the anger inside of her to increase. She was completely addicted. Sango felt the bitter combination of sorrow and hatred.
So her thirst for him will have to heighten some more, until she could appease it thoroughly.
It seemed like a long time, Sango admiring Inuyasha this way. She began to drift off.
Sleep, Sango.
It was a quiet, soothing voice gently pulling her deeper into sleep.
Yes. I want to...
He gently held her chin with his clawed hand, pulling her face towards his. He pressed his soft lips against hers. She put her arms around his neck. He licked her lip, desiring a taste. She willingly opened her mouth for more, their tongues coming in contact. She felt his sharp fang brush against her tongue, making her bleed. He ran his hands through her dark brown hair. They craved each other. Both needed more. The two pulled apart for air until he roughly pushed his mouth back to her mouth, coveting more. He sent sensual kisses along her jaw and down her neck, nibbling and licking her delicate skin with lust. His hands sensually roamed her slender, nude body stimulating the pleasure near her groin to spike intensely. His breath was hot against her skin, his mouth traveling near her collarbone. She felt his hand touch her inner thigh, her groin becoming painfully aroused.
I want you,
Inuyasha...
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"Is Sango awake, yet?"
"I'll go check, Lady Kagome," Miroku offered. He had that grin on his face.
"Wait a second, bouzo, we all know what you're up to."
Inuyasha was about to walk over to Miroku, when Shippo accidently spilled Inuyasha's ramen all over the ground. The hanyou noticed this and...one could easily imagine what happened. Inuyasha chasing Shippo, Kagome saying "osuwari", Inuyasha yelling at her...
Miroku left for the hut where Sango was. When he reached it he entered to see Sango moaning softly in her sleep. Is she in pain? Concerned, he walked over to her and bent down, just to check her forehead.
Sango seemed to be awake. It was a dream...
...nothing more. She thought disappointedly. She slowly opened her eyes, hoping to see Inuyasha near her. Instead, she saw Miroku's face right above hers.
"What the hell?!" whispered Sango. Intimidated, she automatically punched him in the stomach and sat up. She yelled at him. "Damn you, Miroku!" She was furious at him. She suddenly felt an extreme dislike for him. She suddenly felt violated and disgusted at him. Sango felt a strong urge to take a long bath. To rid the likes of Miroku from her body.
Miroku stumbled back, shocked at Sango's reaction. He never knew Sango would ever act that way. He felt offended and hurt.
Sango... thought Miroku. The monk was confused, that was a sure fact. After a moment of Sango glaring daggers straight into his eyes, he spoke.
"Sango..."
"Get out of here!" She pointed a furious finger towards the door. Her eyes were alive with malice. Her voice laced with pure loathing.
Miroku couldn't believe it. He didn't do anything lecherous for once, yet by the way Sango was acting, she wanted to slaughter him mercilessly.
"This is just a misunderstanding."
"How dare you say that!"Sango never knew the monk could be that vulgar. Disgusting. It was him that whole time! He took advantage of me while I was asleep!
Miroku raised his voice. "Sango, what's wrong?" He felt hurt and angry. He needed her to understand.
Sango was boiling. She stood up. "What the hell is friggin wrong with you, you damn bastard?! JUST GET HELL OUT OF HERE, GODDAMMIT!!!!!"
Miroku yelled back at her, but not near as loudly. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong!" He was so frustrated. What is bothering you this badly, Sango?!
Sango cracked. She wanted to kill him. But she restrained herself. Instead, she grabbed the nearest object, a clay water jug, and hurtled it towards the monk. He quickly dodged it. The jug smashed against the wooden wall. Miroku still didn't leave. Damn his cursed soul!! Sango furiously thrust a cup, a candlestick, a small dish, and other objects of Keade's at Miroku.
"Stop it, Sango!" Miroku had a bruised shin and a bleeding lip. Why is Sango so irritated?! Did she have a horrible dream that affected her this way?!
Sango wouldn't calm down. Why is he still here, dammit?! One could say she absolutely despised Miroku at this moment. That bastard! That friggin perverted bastard! The DAMN lech!
Sango simply began to break down into tears. Acidic tears. Tears out of wrath. She grabbed her katana and stormed out of the hut. She needed to get rid of all this anger. She'd regret killing Miroku, so she was going to kill some unlucky animals. Sango angrily walked towards the woods.
What the hell was that all about?! Miroku has never been so puzzled in his whole life. His head started to ache. It was as if Sango was a completely different person now. He couldn't out his finger on why it seemed that way. Miroku's head started to throb. He ran out of the hut to follow her. He spotted Sango a distance away, and sprinted towards her.
When Sango saw this, she got even more angry (if possible). She raised her katana threateningly. There was no pity in her eyes.
"One step closer, and I'll kill you," she yelled at him, her voice unwavering.
Miroku gave up. The only way, as he could see it, for Sango to calm down was to leave her alone. Miroku was the last person Sango ever wanted to see. The houshi walked in the direction towards the others, trying to sort out his troublesome thoughts and feelings.
Sango continued her trip to the woods. There were so many different thoughts running through her mind. So many indescribable feelings coursing through her body. After hunting, she'd take that long, long bath she longed for. She was in no mood to face the others today.