Miroku: nooo!
Lina: Don't worry, it will be filled with plenty of angst for you all!
Inu: I like angst.
Lina: I know, u won't be in it much, though.
Inu: But it's my series!
Lina: Lol here it is, the first chapter. And they will be longer, I promise!
Inuyasha: Torture
Chapter 1
Miroku lay on the ground, blood flowing from his side. He could not move, he was paralyzed. He opened his eyes slightly, just to feel the sheer pain that was rushing through him. Where were the others? He looked around, as far as he could bend his neck, which was not far. They were nowhere to be found. He decided to try and move. With luck, he managed to pull himself over to a rock, where he leaned his back against. He held his side. His vision was blurry, and there was a figure coming towards him. It was a large, broadshouldered shadow.
"Inu… yasha?" He asked, barely able to speak. The figure came close to him, but he still was unable to see who it was. It reached out a hand, and dug into Miroku's skull. The pain was unbearable, it overcome him and he lost consciousnes.
"Miroku, Miroku, are you there?" It was Sango's voice calling out to him. He was glad to hear a familiar voice. He lay on a mat, still unable to move. His eyes opened slowly, to find Sango leaning over him.
"Sango," he tried to say. Words did not reach his mouth. The wound must have been too deep. Sango smiled, but not a smile of relief. She looked different somehow, pale. Her eyes were a deeper blue than before. Miroku looked down and saw that he had been bandaged. His side was not bleeding anymore, until Sango placed her hand on it, and pressed hard. Miroku gasped, eyes grew wide. "Sango!" He let out a cry. She laughed evilly, this was not the Sango that he knew. It couldn't be. There was no way she would hurt him. Then she leaned in, her nose touched his, then their lips touched. Miroku grabbed her arm with his wind tunnel hand, forcing her back.
"What's wrong, don't you love me?" She asked. She took her sword out of her sheath, she backed up, took ahold of his left shoulder, pinned it to the floor, and ran her sword through his hand, right above the wind tunnel. He screamed, as the blood oozed out. She then took the sword out, slowly, and sliced the same arm, above his elbow.
"San…go…" he gasped. He tried to get away, but Sango just pinned him down again. Blood ran down his arm, and dripped into the already growing pool from his side. "Stop… please," he pleaded. Sango laughed again. She put the sword up against his throat, coming very close to cutting it.
"Never, I will never stop this, because I love you. You do not love me back, so I will keep this up, forever," Sango stated. Miroku was finally able to gather up enough strength to push her away. The sword slit his throat a little, making him instantly hold it right away to stop the bleeding. He stumbled out the door, it looked like they were in a dojo. He had to find the others. He felt heavy, like gravity was pushing down on his shoulders, this made it harder to walk. He managed to get out of the front yard, making it to the edge of the sidewalk before he fell over. He knew he had to get up, to get away from this. Miroku was able to push himself up, to see that Sango was following him, slowly, dragging her sword against the ground. The pain singed his hand, but he staggered to his feet, and ran towards the forest outside of the town.
"Someone… help!" Miroku thought as he stumbled on to his knees, he looked over his shoulder quickly, she was not there. He sighed heavily, blood dripped from his mouth. He saw another shadow coming from the forest, it was different looking from before. It finally came into focus. "Father?" Miroku asked. The man had the same eyes and hair color that Miroku had, and same robes basically, except his were dark red and black.
"My son, you've been through so much. I'll take care of you," his father stated, smiling. He bent down and held out the hand that had the wind tunnel in it. It started to pulse, so did Miroku's. He screamed, the pain was still too much from when Sango had peirced it. His father grabbed it, making the two wind tunnels pulse against eachother. Miroku's whole body froze.
"Why… are you doing this?" He asked, almost whispering. His father laughed, almost like Sango had before.
"You share the same fate as me, I died because of this curse. You soon will become nothing, will be sucked into this void, just as I was," his father stated, pushing Miroku back.
"Damn… first Sango, now this…" Miroku muttered. He could hardly keep his eyes open. They closed, and he snapped them back open to find that his father had disappeared. He looked at his arm, there was no blood. He still felt nauscious from it all, but there was no wound in his side or on his throat either. He fell on his knees, trembling. "What the hell is happening to me?"
Lina: Hehehehe. I'm so evil! Hope everyone liked! There will be plenty more angst in the next chapter, so keep reading!
Miroku: I don't like you.
Sango: Neither do I!
Lina: Sorry, that's just how it is. Ja ne!