Chapter 1: To Dream Of Lilies
The bright white and yellow flowers swayed in the breeze. Sango stood there, mesmerized by the sight. It was truly beautiful. Then Kirara appeared, and rubbed against her. Sango hardly noticed.
She kept seeing Kohaku, his cheerful face. He was running toward her, but with every step he seemed to be getting farther away. She felt like running after him, but she couldn't move.
Then everything grew dark… she certainly wasn't in a field of flowers anymore. In front of her was a mountain, a HUGE mountain. At first it seemed pure, but then the sky darkened and it became anything but pure. Flames surrounded her, but she still couldn't move.
Where am I? She wondered this place… it feels as if I've been here before- Wait! Who's that? She could see a shadow of someone standing there, in the flames.
She had no idea who it was… but he- or at least she assumed it was a he- started walking toward her!
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her back. She cried aloud and fell to her knees. When she looked back, she saw Kohaku.
"Kohaku… Kohaku!" She called for him, but he faded away… as did the flames, and the strange man in the flames. She was surrounded by darkness.
"Sango-chan! Sango-chan, wake up!" Sango opened her eyes to see Kagome standing over her. Startled, she screamed which made Kagome fall back.
"Oh, sorry Kagome-chan. I was just having a nightmare…" Sango trailed off, not wanting to talk about it.
"Are you going to be alright?" Miroku asked.
"I'm fine. Thanks Houshi-sama" Sango forced a smile. She had been very close to Miroku for a while, but she didn't love him, at least she didn't think she loved him.
"Good because we got to get going if we want to find Naraku!" InuYasha told them.
A flow of hatred swished through Sango's spine. It had happened such a long time ago, but it still felt like yesterday to her. Naraku had set a foul trap for Sango and the other demon slayers. The scar Kohaku gave her still stung from time to time.
Sango was getting a drink by the river when she felt an eerie feeling. As if someone was watching her. She looked around but saw or sensed nothing unusual. So she went back to filling her water container.
But then there was that odd feeling again. She shook her head and told herself it was only her imagination. She took her ribbon out of her hair and let it dangle loose.
With her water container, she dumped the water on her head to wash her hair. But she spun her head around when she heard a crackle in the bush. There was defiantly something there.
The wind blew her hair in her face as she stared at the bush. Perhaps it was a rabbit, or a field mouse. But Sango still studied the bush carefully, just in case. Finally, she finished rinsing the water out of her hair and headed back to the others.
But Sango was being watched. Not by a field mouse, nor a rabbit. It was a man. He had taking an admiration of the beautiful demon slayer for some time now. Ever since he first laid eyes on her, he was completely mesmerized by her beauty.
Even now, he still couldn't seem to stay away. He was often spying on her, being careful not to be spot. He didn't know what it was about her, but something seemed to make him fall more and more in love with her.
