Just a spur of the moment type fic. I hope you like it.

I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters.

Lethal Fascination

My hand, my Kazana, is in my reasoning a curse. Everyone pities me, assuming that I am afraid of an untimely death. But not even the wisest man knows when death will strike him. Uncertainty of knowing whether I will live tomorrow or die…this does not distress me. Uncertainty that others will follow…this is what distresses me.

I know it sounds crazy and almost conceited to believe that somebody would follow a 'lecherous' monk into the afterlife, but I solely stick by this. I've grown accustomed to dieing myself, but to see another go would be insufferable, especially her.

All my life, I would try to distance myself from others. I tried to keep myself a reasonable distance, traveling alone so not to create a miserable death for another. I failed, however keeping her away. She seemed to gravitate toward me and I, to her.

She is only one that I would imagine leaving this world to follow me. Saying her name sends shivers down my spine. I didn't want a reason to despise death and by circumstance, even after careful planning; I stand here in the dark, contemplating her actions if such a fate did befall me.

It was merely teasing at first. I would touch her out of fascination. It was entertaining, watching her scowl and blush whenever I flirted with her. Even if she did punish me, I loved playing the game and continued. It became a habit to fondle her. Soon, however, I began to enjoy her company. I tried to receive attention from her, misbehaving as much as I possibly could. I had fallen in love.

I didn't know however if she had the same affections towards me as I did to her. I began testing her, calculating her reactions towards me flirting with other women. She would grow angry and jealous. I enjoyed when she would drag me away from the other women, punishing me all the way. She would watch me like a hawk for such behavior and I enjoyed every minute of her attention. It was an exhilarating feeling to know that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

At first, I was relieved to have found somebody suitable to bear my children, but as time wore on, I realized that my curse, the one destined to kill me, could possibly kill her as well. I had accepted my fate the moment it was passed onto me. I knew of the time limit set on me the moment I saw my father loose his. I was accustomed to it.

But I was not ready to accept the possibility of another coming with me. I have become obsessed with it, and even now, as I sit here, staring down at my Kazana, I have no trace of fear for myself, rather than her. I started pushing her away.

"Sango…" I murmured through my tired lips. Her name strikes pain in me. I shook my head, shaking my locks whichever way in the cool air, overcome with so many mixed emotions; I couldn't hear light footsteps trod behind me.

"Hoshi-sama?" I heard from behind me. I froze, knowing the voice and the proper greeting was another give-away. She always called me that. No, not here.

"Yes, Lady Sango?" I asked, pulling my hands into my robes. She caught me staring at it, my Kazana. I tried frantically to ignore her mahogany eyes, in fear that she might show the same sorrow that I had moments before. Instead, I focused on her nervous hands. They tugged at the sleeve of her robe, almost as if she were afraid. I didn't blame her however, she should be afraid of me.

"It's late; you really should consider sleeping tonight." She murmured, keeping her distance from me.

"Yes, perhaps you are right." I murmured, standing up and turning to her, still staring at her hands. Silence lingered for awhile. I could feel her eyes examining me. When she noticed I was staring at her hands, she shoved them behind her back, as if she were disgusted by me. I closed my eyes, trying to keep a stoic face. "I am rather tired."

Tired of everything…

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