Desperate For Love
By Jamie Day
Chapter 1
Don't own Inuyasha
"Sesshomaru…Sesshomaru…" Sango whispered harshly. Her body was so racked with pain that it was almost unbearable for her to even speak but this was important. She had to say this before she was gone forever and could no longer speak at all. And so she grabbed her ribs and tried not to focus on the blood slipping through her fingers like the beautiful red ribbons her daughter used to put in her long brown hair when she was still young enough to enjoy playing "dress up."
She was dieing and Sesshomaru could see it. It had been a long time since they had finished the Shikon no Tama. So long that Sango was old and gray now. And she was dieing. She had protected Sesshomaru from a youkai, which had been searching for the Shikon no Tama, which Sesshomaru now held in his possession. Because his brother was no longer here to protect it, it had fallen into his hands as the next capable body.
"Yes." He whispered to her. Her lips moved but nothing was heard. She closed her mouth and swallowed before trying again. He leaned in close so he could hear the words that were barely audible coming from her mouth.
"Please…please watch over my family in the future. I see many things ahead." Her mouth worked again and again before she finally managed to gasp out a painful "please" while closing her eyes to the deep eternal slumber of death. Her last breath was caught on his cheek before he pulled away from her realizing that there was nothing left for her to say.
He thought for a moment before saying with the same cold emotionless mask he wore on his face by way of protection, "I don't know why you felt you needed to save me, human, but because you did I am in your debt. Therefore, I will watch over your loved ones."
At this he pulled out his sword and began to dig. When he felt he had dug a sufficient hole into the ground he picked up the frail slip of a woman and placed her into it. He picked up the doll that had been given to her as a gift from her young granddaughter. She had been clutching this doll before the demon had attacked. She carried it with her everywhere; since the very day she had received the gift. He placed it upon her, careful not to rip the messy stitching with his long claws.
It is time to begin, he thought as he turned and began to walk away while his cloak drifted behind him like wings from a creature of the night.