Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, or anything that's related to it; Takahashi-san does.
NAHAHAHA! I'm back with a new fic… I'm sorry… I keep getting off tracked, but I swear; this is an interesting fic I'm writing. But anyways, this story was originally used for my English short story assignment, and now I'm using it for this fic. The characters, of course, are my favourite couple, Sango and Miroku. I actually named the girl Coral for the story… Get it? Coral? Sango? Sango means coral… See the relations? Okay… enough of me babbling…
And don't worry; I changed half of the story to fit the roles of Sango and Miroku. I'm still debating if this should be a multi-chapter story, or just a one-chaptered story. Remember that this was originally a short story, so the whole thing was exactly 6 pages long, which is my average length for a chapter in a multi-chaptered story. It'll probably come out to have a few chapters though. Tell me what you think.
Okay… Now I'll stop babbling and get on with the story.
The Forbidden Closet
Prologue
I was sweating heavily by the time I got home. I slammed the old door shut behind me. I was angry. I was angry at my family and relatives, but most of all, I was angry at myself. What I did a little while ago was going to haunt me forever. Why didn't I listen to my mother? Why didn't my family members and relatives tell me the reason behind what they've told and warned me about?
I ran down the hall to my room, and threw myself onto my coral coloured comfortable bed. Images of the hateful moment filled my head as I tried to forget about the cruel and unfair event. My muscles were aching, and there was blood splattered all over my clothes, but I didn't care, and I wasn't going to wash it either. It was special. A special certain someone gave up their life just for me.
That was so unfair… Why did he have to die? Why?!
The silver blood on my overalls dried. It will always serve me as a reminder; that curiosity does kill. It may not kill me, but it may kill others. I will always remember what had happened with the silver dragon blood on me.
He was a dragon… Yet he died for me… Just for me…
Every single movement I made and every word I said was so… real. Everything that had happened played itself in my mind again. I remembered every detail so clearly.
Leave me alone! It was the past, and there's nothing I can do about it! Leave me… Free me from this horrible memory!
But it didn't go away. His face… His smile… His deep but clear voice… It stayed in my head for what it had seemed to be hours, when it was actually only a few minutes. The event replayed itself in my head from the beginning again and again…
Okay! That's the prologue for this short short story, so now tell me what you think by pressing on the purple button at the bottom left of this page so that you can REVIEW! And yes, I know it sounds wrong right now, because I made it sound like she was… raped. But don't worry! I'm not that evil to my favourite character. It'll make sense when I continue.