full summary- Sango was once a great and powerful princess of Fuedal Japan. She and her beloved, Miroku, were meant to be wed soon. However when she finds out about a mistress she can no longer bear the thought of life. She kills herself on the night before the wedding. She is reborn in modern times and taken back to her old life. One she does not want as unwanted memories return.
Chapter 1. Forbidden
Sango hummed a soft tune as she strode down the halls of the castle. A bright smile was placed on her face. Her blue kimono was decorated with long beautifully stitched designs of silver and black. She turned a corner and nodded her head at one of her vassals. Her long hair was pulled up into a small bun. The rest of her hair was left to fall to her shoulders in soft waves.
She ran a finger over the silver ringer around her ring finger. An image of her beloved Miroku passed her head. She stopped at the end of a hall. She heard noises. No, voices. Coming from her beloved's private study. She pushed the door open a little and peared inside.
Her eyes went wide and watery. Miroku was kissing a strange demonic female. She had short silver hair and matching eyes. She was very pretty. She seemed to be a fox demon. She had her arms wrapped around his neck
Sango stood up and turned around. She ran down the hall, the way she had come earlier. Tears streaming down her pale cheeks. She ran blindly through the halls. Turning this way and that.
She hit something and fell onto the floor. She didn't bother to get back up or look at who she bumped into. She lay on the floor crying. She felt someone place a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at Sesshomaru.
He had come to there for the wedding. He helped her sit up straight as she wobbled back and forth.
"Why are you crying?" he asked calmly. He stared directly into her soft brown eyes. Tears stained her face as she fell forward onto him. She sobbed into his shoulder. He didn't bother to push her away.
Instead he calmly stroked her hair and told her to calm down.
"I do not know why you are so upset Sango-chan, but you should be happy. You are getting married tomorrow." he tried to help. Sango stopped crying suddenly. She stood up with Sesshomaru's help.
"No. I'm not." she said lightly. "Arigato." she said while bowing and ran past him. Sesshomaru looked as she ran down the hall and disappeared. He wondered what had made her so upset.
Sango sniffled. She was in her wedding kimono. Pure white with elegant doves flying on it. She looked at herself in a mirror. Her hair was held up loosely with a white bow. Sango shuddered slightly. She stood up. She moved to her bed were she had laid out a sword. She picked it up and turned to face the only window in her room.
She held the blade up and watched as the sunlight reflected off the jewel uncrusted hilt. She winced as she pressed the blade lightly enough to penetrate her flesh and kimono. A trickle of blood began to flow as she readied herself for what she knew was about to come.
She took in one final breath as one final tear rolled down her right cheek.
Miroku waited. Everyone did. Sango wasn't at the ceremony yet. He felt foolish standing by himself were Sango she be. He began to tap his foot impatiently. Then a long painful, ear shattering scream filled the air.
One of Sango's personal vassals came running into the room.
"M'lady Sango has taken her own life! She is dead m'lord!" the servant cried. Miroku was shocked he almost fell backwards.
Sesshomaru held Sango's hand in his.
"I hope you are going to be happy this way Sango-chan. I did not stop you, though I wish you would have listened to me. I must go now. I pray your next life will be a happy one. Goodbye." he said as he placed her hand on her chest. Across her other one.
Sesshomaru was gone by the time Miroku arrived. He ran to Sango's side. He winced at the sight. Sango's frail body lay limp across her bed. Her white kimono was stained with blood. Her hair was thrown wildly around. Her cheek was still wet with her last tear.
"No! Onegai, Sango-chan! Do not die on me! Onegai, don't leave! Dam it!" he cried. Sesshomaru stood in the doorway now.
"You brought this upon yourself Miroku. She saw Tsuara and you. She knew, and died with a broken heart. She wouldn't be dead, had you been more true to her and yourself." he said before leaving for good.
Tsuara walked in next.
"Oh! Poor little ningen. She must have died a broken heart. How sad. Oh well! At least we don't have to hide any more Miroku-sama." She said while placing her arms around his neck.
"No. Leave here now. I never wish to look at you again." he said as he clutched his fists.
"But, M'lord!" she tried to object.
"Now!" he yelled. Tsuara let go of him and ran out the room and out of the castle.
Sango's funeral was crouded with people from across all four lands. Everyone was there, except for Miroku. He stayed in his room all that day. Not even talking to anyone who wanted to give him their deepest sympathy. He truley felt responsible for her untimely demise. Truthfully, he knew he was.