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Chapter: 1

There was a tiny tug, and then a monstrous pull from somewhere deep inside Sango, forcefully yanking the girl from her dreams.

Sango's eyes shot open, confused and more than a little startled. She sat up quickly, the soft blanket falling off her torso to her lap, while her slender fingers gripped her chest. The thin white fabric now soaked and sticking to her skin was clasped tightly and wrinkling under her balled fist. The thundering in her chest refused to subside. Her very soul had felt as if it were under attack. It was as if a hand had been prodding around inside of her. She'd been violated, her innermost being, fondled and abused. The vice grip Sango held her yukata in slackened as she steadily realized there was no immediate danger. That feeling...

"What was that?" She whispered to no one in particular.

Her brows furrowed and her blood flow steadied. The slight pounding at her temples and the nape of her neck began to soften. Exhaling, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Never before had she felt such a strong force.

'Where had that come from? Was it just a dream?'

Rubbing her neck until the pressure subsided, she wondered if she had been the only one to feel it. Her eyes roamed over the barely visible bodies of her friends. The hut wasn't a castle by any means, but it was cozy enough for them to lodge together. All of them slept in the small room of the humble structure. Lit only by the soft fickle moonlight that streamed in through the cracks of the window shutters. Occasionally the shudders creaked in their mounds against the rushing wind outside.

Kagome was curled up in her pink sleeping sac with Shippo cuddled close to her chest. How anyone would want to sleep in a sac was beyond Sango, but they looked blissful enough. A mucus bubble burst from Shippo's left nostril and she had to stifle a laugh. When she gazed around the dark room, her eyes reached the half-demon of their group she smiled softly. His chest rose and fell with each steady breath. An ear twitched occasionally like he seemed to be having a peaceful dream. She was glad he could sleep well at night. He was a bit rough around the edges, but at his core he was a good man. On numerous occasions he had been there to provide encouragement. Watching him slumber so peacefully helped to calm her thumping heart, until Sango was finally able to slow her breaths. She smiled silently, her blood no longer raging through their vessels.

Suddenly, she jumped slightly at a soft muffled meow below the blankets. Sango looked down to her lap as a small twin-tailed neko huffily shook off the blanket that had fallen over her small body. Large ruby eyes looked up at the young woman, curious to why she'd been disturbed, silently inquiring if she was okay.

Deciding not to worry her furry tired friend, Sango forced a reassuring smile to ease the neko's worry. Weary as it must have seemed, it did the trick. The feline purred making a small circle next to her before coiling up to resume her sleep.

Sleep eluded Sango. The sandman did not come for her as she tried to settle back into the cot. Something was out of place. And it wasn't going to let her rest. Double-checking, she performed a head count of the group in the hut.

It was then that she finally realized that the monk wasn't in the room.

'Where could Houshi-sama be at this time of night?'

Slipping from the cot, careful not to wake Kirara again, she made her way towards her sandals, quietly sliding them on before walking out of the hut.

Many of the village would be asleep at this time of night. The chirp of cicadas and the buzz of dragonflies littered the air. Ghostly moonlight lit everything in the village, only coming to a dim light once you reached the forest. She could hear the occasional murmur from the huts she walked past. Sango felt sorry for one poor couple she could hear that was in the middle of a heated argument. She hustled by, not wanting to eavesdrop on their privacy. As she neared the edge of town, the ambient trill and soft chirp of birds could be heard from Inuyasha's forest.

The usual neighs and bleats from the farm animals pinned at the edge of town were hushed tonight. She guessed even animals weren't immune to the call of sleep, but it wouldn't claim her again, not tonight. Still there was another call, from Inuyasha's forest. A familiar tug seemed to guide her. What if he hadn't gone into the forest? Though Sango was worried about the monk and her intention had been to search for him, she was also curious about the earlier occurrence. Her curiosity pressed her onwards.

White silver dog ears twitched at the sound of the leather makeshift door flap falling to a noisy close. His ears twitched again, probing for her footsteps, but they had already begun to fade. Inuyasha stretched as he sat up. Sango's earlier monologue had steered him from his deep sleep.

"It's too late for this" Grumbling and groggy, Inuyasha rested an arm on a raised knee.

Rubbing the sleep from his amber eyes with the other hand, he scanned the room and grumbled more.

"What's going on?"

Sango's weapons and other equipment lay undisturbed against the far wall. By the looks of it she hadn't even bothered to get dressed, but her sandals were missing, so were Miroku's.

'What the hell is she thinking?' he thought, shaking his head. 'And where the hell did she go?'

That idiot monk and demon hunter were both gone. Miroku's scent had long faded, but Sango's was still fresh. He stood, sheathing his Tessaiga in his sash and took off after Sango's trail. He didn't need to stop and sniff as her trail was still potent.

"Stupid woman, forgetting your weapons…gyah..." he grunted angrily under his breath, leaping through the trees. "Unbelievable."

He could have left it alone, knowing full well that the demon slayer was quite capable of protecting herself and then some, but his inner demon was uneasy-instinct told him to protect her. Something was different tonight, and a part of him was anticipating something. What that 'something' exactly was, he did not yet know.

Sango gripped the white yukata close to her body, the cold night air licking at her skin as it traveled through the fluttering fabric. It was a chilly windy night and the thin yukata wasn't providing much warmth. In the beginning she had been too distracted to notice, but now her arms were wrapped around her body, huddling as close as possible-seeking heat.

"Houshi-sama!" Her voice cried hoarsely.

She had been calling out for the monk in the dark forest for almost half an hour, but no response yielded.

Sango was really starting to get worried now. Maybe he wasn't here in the forest? The further into the dense thickets she traveled, she began to decide it probably wasn't the greatest idea to be announcing her position in the quiet woods. She wasn't armed and would be at a disadvantage if she attracted unwanted attention. Her voice quieted and she stopped calling for the moment, relying on her sight more now. Where could he be…?

Inuyasha came to a stop on a thick branch once he'd caught up to the slayer, making sure to keep his distance. He was close enough to sense and see her but far enough so that she wouldn't be aware of his presence. His amber eyes watched her, dully interested but glad she was okay.

Suddenly, he heard a low and loud moan, causing his ears to flicker to the source. He knew that Sango had heard it too for she had stopped in her tracks. He sniffed the air and scrunched his nose in disgust. The night air smelled of lewd and immoral sex. But what disgusted him even more was that it was mingled with the monk's scent.

'Sango, you fool, don't follow in that direction!' Inuyasha furiously thought but didn't voice. His face became hard and focused, waiting for her actions.

A flash of panic traveled through him.

Should he stop her? Maybe redirect her somehow? Should he say something? No that would be stupid. He couldn't! Even if he did go down there it would only make her more suspicious and she'd beat her way through. Inuyasha groaned, slapping his forehead as he watched her disappear.

Sango walked through the trees in silence, wondering why she even bothered searching for that lecherous monk. He was probably alright anyway, and maybe just left to relieve himself or something along those lines. It's not like she was really that worried about Houshi-sama, was she? He wasn't some defenseless man. She was amused at that thought. If she really believed that, what was she doing searching for him? Her train of thought was interrupted when she heard a feminine moan, low and drawn-out. Her training as a demon slayer heightened her senses to another level, allowing her to hear the sound crisply and sharply. There was another more distinct moan that made her blush. If it hadn't been so dark right now she was sure her cheeks would be bright red from embarrassment. She turned to leave, not wanting to interrupt whatever the woman was doing.

"Houshi-sama..." the woman called out her lover's name in pleasure, forcing Sango to snap her head back to the source of the noise.

Eyes wide, she was frozen in place. Her heart jumped and her veins ran cold in reaction to the woman's words. The trees seemed to press closer all of a sudden.

'It can't be!' her mind cried out as she walked forward, pushing tree branches and shrubs out of the way.

Trying so hard to tell herself that what she heard wasn't real.

'Please...please not hi-'...Her thoughts were cut short for what her eyes witnessed confirmed what she'd heard.

Her hands clasped over her mouth to muffle the sound of her sharp gasp. Her world rocked and what she saw crushed her heart, shattering it to dust. Her vision was blurred, the first warm tears sleek and wet hit her fingertips, then chased down the creases of her hand. Brown eyes burned as the tears sought to stain her cheeks. Her chest caught fire as she struggled to restrain her pain.

Down the hill was a naked Miroku on top of a beautiful woman, who kept calling out to him. He touched her bosom affectionately as he brought his lips down onto hers, kissing her passionately while running his hands over her curvaceous body. His nose was nuzzled in long dark hair.

"Miroku-sama… I'm going to come undone…" The woman breathed huskily.

"That's okay. I'll be here to put you back together my love..."

"I think I love you, Miroku-sama..." The woman whispered before he kissed her again.

Her pain was complete. Throwing her hands up she covered her ears. She couldn't possibly stay to hear his response. She couldn't hear him say those words to another.

'This can't be true. This isn't real.'

Inuyasha went to move forward but was startled by a strong pulse from Tessaiga. He looked down at the blade and instinctively clutched its hilt. Almost immediately the sword rattled under his hold. Growling lowly, his eyes darted to their surroundings but snapped to Sango's retreating form when he smelled the salt of her tears. She was stepping back slowly, and he frowned when she momentarily paused in her step before whipping around to all-out flee.

Withered leaves crushed underfoot, crackling noisily at the moment that Sango stepped backward. The sound went unnoticed by Sango with her ears covered, but it startled Miroku. He pulled himself away from his exposed lover and grabbed a hold of the beads around his wrist.

"Who goes there?! Show yourself!" he demanded, squinting his eyes into the darkness. Focusing on the dark silhouette within the thicket.

The dark clouds that had been covering the moon passed with the wind, and the light revealed illuminated the silhouette.

His eyes widened in horror and his mouth gaped in shock.

There in the shadows of the trees was Sango, tears flooding down her cheeks and soaking her jaw… the pain was evident. They were full of accusation, of hurt and betrayal.

"Sango..." was the single word that managed to escape his mouth.

Their eyes met for one tense moment that seemed to last an eternity.

The woman that he had promised himself to had witnessed his infidelity.

'She saw me, with her own eyes. Those eyes… are filled with pain, because of me… me…'

At that thought, his body snapped into action. He quickly reached for his robe and turned back to the forest but she was gone. All of a sudden he felt sick. He couldn't even describe the guilty feeling. Cursing himself under his breath, he turned to the confused woman he was with and apologized briefly. Eager to get as far away from the scene of the crime and after Sango. He had to catch her and make this right.

"I'm really sorry about this, but I have to go after that woman," he stammered out, earning a quick slap across the face as she picked up her own garments. The hurt and supreme anger on her face wasn't surprising. He shook it off knowing that he deserved it and more. He had hurt both women.

Once he was fully dressed he bolted in Sango's direction.

A/N: I'm sorry, I know it's been years since I've updated this story but I was plagued with writer's block. Still am. But I had to re-write this. I finally know what I'm going to do with this story and to those of you that reviewed Tainted, I thank you a million times. Also a heads up, I will be slow on updates but please don't give up on me, I will try my hardest to finish this story. I am almost done with the second chapter.

This is a love triangle story with Sess/San/Inu but it's ultimately a Sess/San unless I am convinced otherwise. Also I want to thank my new beta CheekyXO for this chapter! And Rikkacchi, It's so much better now! Thank you so much!

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