Fate and Wishes
Chapter 1: The Warning
"Hey Tsubasa! That move was AWESOME!" Said Daisuke as he nudged Tsubasa in the ribs, but there was genuine admiration coming from him.
"Heh, someone needed to put the game away. I don't settle with ties." Tsubasa said with a smirk on his face. His hair was silver gray, and his deep navy eyes were proud.
"Well, I hope you have fun here with us in Tokyo, it's been great to know ya." Daisuke said, giving Tsubasa a punch in the arm.
Tsubasa walked past the high shrine steps again, he shivered. What's with this place? Dammit all, why the hell did Mizuki put me here next to shrine… It's giving me the creeps Tsubasa thought grimly. He had just moved to Tokyo, an orphan from Naruto (the place, it IS actually a place in Japan.), he had been adopted by a man named Shiroi Mizuki. Reasons which are quite unknown to him, but Shiroi had never actually bothered seeing much of his 'son'. He sent him the money to live by himself. But that was it.
"Stupid old man." Tsubasa said as he walked to his apartment, he lived in the tenth floor, and was able to see the shrine from above. His name was Kurokon Tsubasa, 17 years old and an excellent soccer player. As to what people called his surname, it was Shiroi of course. But his name had been on a piece of paper on the orphanage, and Tsubasa had held himself on his family name rather then a man that never actually seen him over 10 times, each in a less then 10 day period.
Tsubasa flipped on the television and began making himself from ramen when he felt it again. Damn that Shiroi! I told him I didn't like living right next to a fucking shrine! But did he listen! Of course not! Friggin-Tsubasa gritted his teeth. He had been receiving strange shivers ever since he moved to Tokyo, he blamed it nonchalantly on the shrine. He knew it wasn't of course, ghost and spirits haunting shrines… those were superstition of course. But he decided to blame it on the shrine anyways.
Little did he know, he was right.
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"MIROKU!" Sango yelled leaping after the monk, she clasped her hand tightly, a cliff…
Sango grunted and yanked Miroku over the ledge. They gasped for breath.
"That was one close call Sango, I'm glad you came through." Miroku thanked.
Sango felt a blush rising to her face, "Don't worry yourself over it-" She muttered shyly before feeling an annoying touch on her bum again.
A lump appeared on Miroku's head, he sighed, "Honestly now Sango… surely that was the time for my thankful affection to be shown?"
"You…you… you never learn!" Sango yelled angrily, the blush on her face must have invented at least five new different shades of red and pink. She clambered onto Kirara's back and took off.
"Sango! You forgot about me!" Miroku yelled from below.
"You can get back to Inuyasha yourself!" Sango said angrily.
And she disappeared from sight.
"Ah. She enjoyed it really." Miroku said to himself before making his way back to camp. He had wandered off and slipped off a cliff, only dangling by a hand. Well, Sango came to the rescue…
Still sullen while flying in the air, suddenly Sango's vision turned black. Only Kirara was visible, she gripped Kirara's fur tightly, a fear took her, what's going on?
Do not worry Sango…
Sango looked around, "Who's that?"
Suddenly a burst of light.
"Midoriko?" Sango said in surprise, her eyes wide. But sure enough, that bright figure of a woman in armour could have been no one else.
One of your friends will die facing Naraku… for one great slaying of an impure one… must cost one of the opposite.
"I- I don't understand…" Sango said, he eyes still wide.
You do… it will be the one you love… for you are of my village… and you shall suffer my fate… unfortunately… but I have mingled with fate so that instead of you dying… it shall be one you love…
"But I don't love anyone!" Sango said automatically.
Don't you?
"That's right!"
Be truthful to your heart… I may grant you one wish to this matter…
Sango blushed and her mouth opened and closed, to somewhat like an expression of a fish.
"Don't kill Miroku…" Sango said softly.
Very well, but fate will not change. The monk shall not die. But the fate shall not change. Midoriko looked at Kirara lovingly for a moment and petted her head, then she faded away.
With that, light began to fill and the colours began to paint the landscape again. Sango sat, stunned for a moment.
Fate won't changed? So killing Naraku would still take someone she loved? But Midoriko promised that she would wrestle with the fate to save Miroku… pah! She, Sango, loving that lecherous monk? Did she really say that? I'll never live though that! Sango though with a blush.
"Kirara? What was all that about?" Sango asked her pet demon-cat, she petted Kirara's head lovingly.
Kirara mewed reassuringly, and they started to descend. And with that mew, that thought was whisked away from Sango, Sango struggled to remember, but it was like holding a handful of water, it kept slipping away… In fact, Kirara's mew had used some of Midoriko's magic to wash that memory from Sango's mind. Sango wouldn't remember that warning of fate for a long time…
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