~*Story Dedicated to Sarah, Story Inspired by Mikaila and Druihd*~
Tenshi Houshi
Prologue
The rising sun rose slowly from behind the thick forest of trees, casting its deep orange glow across the lush green fields of grass which basked in a glory of their own. Birds chirped awaiting the day to begin. Demons rose from their nests to hunt for their morning meal. Humans still slept peacefully, not to awaken for many more hours. But one was awake. He had been unable to sleep, his night had been torturous.
"It's almost time..." Miroku said, his voice shaking with fear and emotion. Tears already were ready to fall as he lifted his cursed hand to look at it. A small jolt of black lightning erupted from one finger, dancing to the other. He clenched his fist tightly as he stood, quickly pulling his robes on. Slowly so as not to wake her slumbering form, he walked to the girl he could never tell he loved so deeply. He knelt next to Sango and lifted a hand to gently run it through her deep dark brown hair. A tear slid down his eye, his cheek, finally reaching his chin before falling further. Sango whined softly as the tear hit her own cheek. Miroku wiped the tear away with his thumb before leaning down, brushing his lips against her soft ones.
With a gasp, Sango's eyes shot open and she started to jump back. Upon seeing Miroku's frightened face with tears going down his face at an incredible pace, she instead gently grabbed his shoulders pushing him back from her. She sat up on her knees, not a hint of embarrassment in her.
"Houshi-sama, doshda no?" she asked quietly, not wanting to wake their comrades. Miroku swallowed roughing before grabbing his staff and standing. Sango gasped softly covering her mouth with her hand as she saw a spark erupt from his cursed hand.
"Sango, sayonara."
Sango felt her eyes widen slowly in a shock she'd never felt before. It was worse then finding out Naraku had tricked her, worse then when Kohaku was forced to fight her, worse then thinking she had lost Kirara that one time. A knot so tight in her stomach formed that she wanted to scream. Her throat was dry now, her voice was lost. Her legs and arms were numb.
Miroku pushed the door to the side and began walking out into the sun baked land. Hours passed, and he was already miles away from any villages. He stopped and looked around. Flowers of beautiful and exotic colors covered the land. A gentle scent emitted from them. He smiled sadly. This would be a fine place to die.
"Houshi-sama!"
Miroku turned around gritting his teeth as he stepped back, his cursed hand hidden deep within his robes.
"Sango, yamero!" he shouted. Sango stopped immediately and leaned against a tree to catch her breathe. Her kimono was dirty around the bottom making it obvious that she had run not being careful where she went. Her hair was as it normally was, except the fact it wasn't pulled back and had a few tangles in it. Tears threatened to fall from her face.
"Sango, leave," he said a little softer turning around, placing his back to her. Sango sobbed softly covering her mouth to try and hide the sounds. Ignoring the request, she left the tree's side going to his. She stopped behind him and tightly wrapped her trembling arms around his slim waist. She buried her face into the back of his robes letting her tears fall.
"Please, Sango, don't do this," he pleaded feeling tears well up into his already sore eyes again. "Don't..."
"I love you."
Miroku gasped sharply, his eyes widening in pure surprise to her sudden confession. "S-Sango..."
"Houshi-sama, if you die... if you die, please, take me with you! I couldn't bear living without you!"
Miroku bit his lip feeling her arms tighten around his chest as she began crying again. It was happening so quickly, it made him dizzy. Miroku turned around pulling the crying girl into his arm, still keeping his cursed arm as far from her as possible.
"Sango," he whispered to her. Sango lifted her head and closed her eyes tightly as she met his lips. Her tears slowly stopped as she relaxed into his arms, loving the feel of his soft lips against hers in the chaste kiss. Miroku resisted the urge to scream as a hot white pain shot through his hand.
"I love you, too," he whispered reaching his hand behind her head to pull her into a deeply passionate kiss. Sango moaned softly feeling his warm, sweet tongue slide into her mouth pressing around anywhere it could reach in a frenzy of hurry. She complied with his actions beginning to move her arms up around his neck when it all suddenly stopped. She felt his arms release her and push her back. She cried out hitting the earth and rolling a few times until she stopped. She sat up quickly lifting her head only to choke on her air. Miroku stepped back further, gritting his teeth until they hurt. Black lightning was flowing over his entire hand now. He groaned loudly as he fought to keep stepping back.
"Get... away!" he shouted at Sango. He couldn't let her die, not now. He tried to move away as she stood. He was relieved seeing the hanyou leap from the forest.
"Sango, get back!" Inu Yasha shouted as he raced for her. Miroku lifted his head letting out a blood curdling groan as a black light erupted from his hand. An incredible wind began pulling everything for miles around towards him. Inu Yasha wrapped an arm securely around Sango as she screamed, struggling to get back to Miroku.
Miroku fell backwards as the earth began to sink beneath him into a deep crater. Tears fell down his cheeks uncontrollably. He had no heir. His lineage was now and forever destroyed.
"Damn you to hell, Naraku," he whispered feeling his body beginning to be pulled into the hell hole in his cursed hand. He screamed in agony.
Sango screamed finally pulling out of Inu Yasha's arms. She ran, jumping down towards Miroku's vague figure which was hidden in the black light. She shut her eyes tightly as she landed onto the soft dirt in the bottom of the crater. She looked around for any sign of her beloved. Gasping softly, she reached out to touch the golden staff stuck deep into the dirt. Tears flooded down her face. How did this happen, she thought. It had happened so fast... his confession, his love... now he was gone.
Her teeth gritted together as she sat up to her knees pulling the staff close to her trembling body. Her mind flashed with images of him. Closing her eyes tightly, she stood up and began to climb out of the grave.
"Damn you to hell, Naraku," she whispered, vowing to kill him.
Translations:
"Houshi-sama, doshda no?" - "Sir Monk, what's the matter?"
"Sango, sayonara." - "Good bye, Sango."
"Sango, yamero!" - "Stop, Sango!"
Tenshi Houshi
Prologue
The rising sun rose slowly from behind the thick forest of trees, casting its deep orange glow across the lush green fields of grass which basked in a glory of their own. Birds chirped awaiting the day to begin. Demons rose from their nests to hunt for their morning meal. Humans still slept peacefully, not to awaken for many more hours. But one was awake. He had been unable to sleep, his night had been torturous.
"It's almost time..." Miroku said, his voice shaking with fear and emotion. Tears already were ready to fall as he lifted his cursed hand to look at it. A small jolt of black lightning erupted from one finger, dancing to the other. He clenched his fist tightly as he stood, quickly pulling his robes on. Slowly so as not to wake her slumbering form, he walked to the girl he could never tell he loved so deeply. He knelt next to Sango and lifted a hand to gently run it through her deep dark brown hair. A tear slid down his eye, his cheek, finally reaching his chin before falling further. Sango whined softly as the tear hit her own cheek. Miroku wiped the tear away with his thumb before leaning down, brushing his lips against her soft ones.
With a gasp, Sango's eyes shot open and she started to jump back. Upon seeing Miroku's frightened face with tears going down his face at an incredible pace, she instead gently grabbed his shoulders pushing him back from her. She sat up on her knees, not a hint of embarrassment in her.
"Houshi-sama, doshda no?" she asked quietly, not wanting to wake their comrades. Miroku swallowed roughing before grabbing his staff and standing. Sango gasped softly covering her mouth with her hand as she saw a spark erupt from his cursed hand.
"Sango, sayonara."
Sango felt her eyes widen slowly in a shock she'd never felt before. It was worse then finding out Naraku had tricked her, worse then when Kohaku was forced to fight her, worse then thinking she had lost Kirara that one time. A knot so tight in her stomach formed that she wanted to scream. Her throat was dry now, her voice was lost. Her legs and arms were numb.
Miroku pushed the door to the side and began walking out into the sun baked land. Hours passed, and he was already miles away from any villages. He stopped and looked around. Flowers of beautiful and exotic colors covered the land. A gentle scent emitted from them. He smiled sadly. This would be a fine place to die.
"Houshi-sama!"
Miroku turned around gritting his teeth as he stepped back, his cursed hand hidden deep within his robes.
"Sango, yamero!" he shouted. Sango stopped immediately and leaned against a tree to catch her breathe. Her kimono was dirty around the bottom making it obvious that she had run not being careful where she went. Her hair was as it normally was, except the fact it wasn't pulled back and had a few tangles in it. Tears threatened to fall from her face.
"Sango, leave," he said a little softer turning around, placing his back to her. Sango sobbed softly covering her mouth to try and hide the sounds. Ignoring the request, she left the tree's side going to his. She stopped behind him and tightly wrapped her trembling arms around his slim waist. She buried her face into the back of his robes letting her tears fall.
"Please, Sango, don't do this," he pleaded feeling tears well up into his already sore eyes again. "Don't..."
"I love you."
Miroku gasped sharply, his eyes widening in pure surprise to her sudden confession. "S-Sango..."
"Houshi-sama, if you die... if you die, please, take me with you! I couldn't bear living without you!"
Miroku bit his lip feeling her arms tighten around his chest as she began crying again. It was happening so quickly, it made him dizzy. Miroku turned around pulling the crying girl into his arm, still keeping his cursed arm as far from her as possible.
"Sango," he whispered to her. Sango lifted her head and closed her eyes tightly as she met his lips. Her tears slowly stopped as she relaxed into his arms, loving the feel of his soft lips against hers in the chaste kiss. Miroku resisted the urge to scream as a hot white pain shot through his hand.
"I love you, too," he whispered reaching his hand behind her head to pull her into a deeply passionate kiss. Sango moaned softly feeling his warm, sweet tongue slide into her mouth pressing around anywhere it could reach in a frenzy of hurry. She complied with his actions beginning to move her arms up around his neck when it all suddenly stopped. She felt his arms release her and push her back. She cried out hitting the earth and rolling a few times until she stopped. She sat up quickly lifting her head only to choke on her air. Miroku stepped back further, gritting his teeth until they hurt. Black lightning was flowing over his entire hand now. He groaned loudly as he fought to keep stepping back.
"Get... away!" he shouted at Sango. He couldn't let her die, not now. He tried to move away as she stood. He was relieved seeing the hanyou leap from the forest.
"Sango, get back!" Inu Yasha shouted as he raced for her. Miroku lifted his head letting out a blood curdling groan as a black light erupted from his hand. An incredible wind began pulling everything for miles around towards him. Inu Yasha wrapped an arm securely around Sango as she screamed, struggling to get back to Miroku.
Miroku fell backwards as the earth began to sink beneath him into a deep crater. Tears fell down his cheeks uncontrollably. He had no heir. His lineage was now and forever destroyed.
"Damn you to hell, Naraku," he whispered feeling his body beginning to be pulled into the hell hole in his cursed hand. He screamed in agony.
Sango screamed finally pulling out of Inu Yasha's arms. She ran, jumping down towards Miroku's vague figure which was hidden in the black light. She shut her eyes tightly as she landed onto the soft dirt in the bottom of the crater. She looked around for any sign of her beloved. Gasping softly, she reached out to touch the golden staff stuck deep into the dirt. Tears flooded down her face. How did this happen, she thought. It had happened so fast... his confession, his love... now he was gone.
Her teeth gritted together as she sat up to her knees pulling the staff close to her trembling body. Her mind flashed with images of him. Closing her eyes tightly, she stood up and began to climb out of the grave.
"Damn you to hell, Naraku," she whispered, vowing to kill him.
Translations:
"Houshi-sama, doshda no?" - "Sir Monk, what's the matter?"
"Sango, sayonara." - "Good bye, Sango."
"Sango, yamero!" - "Stop, Sango!"