The Sound of Silence
Warning: This is not pleasant, and is not for the faint-hearted. I freaked myself out while writing this. Don't say that I haven't given you fair warning…
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Miroku sighed heavily, looking around with his lips curving down a little.
"It sure is messy, isn't it, love?" he said to Sango, his fiancée, who was currently staring at a blank spot on the wall above the television set.
Moments passed, and silence filled the space between them.
"Still giving me the silent treatment, I see," he noted quietly after the stifling quietness proved too much for him to take.
There was no reply, and Miroku heaved an even bigger sigh before going into the kitchen and collecting cleaning materials to clear the mess which was the result of the biggest argument he and Sango had ever had to date.
He scrubbed and polished, with rag and with sponge. By the time he had wiped all the dark stains off the walls, sofa and coffee table, he was sweaty and hot, and his hair was damp.
"Sango…" he said, walking towards her with a hand outstretched, finger stretching to caress her cheek lightly.
She had been the best of all the girls he'd ever dated, and they had eventually been engaged to each other. She was a real beauty, was his Sango… ebony hair down to her waist, eyes the color of old sherry, and a pair of lips always ready to curve up into a sunny smile. Dark pink eyeshadow lined her eyelids, and her skin was as pale as alabaster, due to more reasons than one.
"What a pity that I lost my temper…" Miroku pursed his lips purposefully.
"What an even bigger pity that you're dead…"
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A/N: Told you it was freaky.
To those who don't get it, Miroku was the one who killed Sango after their big fight.
Review, please. To those on author alert, I think I have another oneshot lined up for posting – but that one is humor, and was conceived to shake off the creepy feeling after writing something so weird.