Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. If I did, it would probably be ruined ((sob)).
Title: Whispers of Heroes
Rating: T
Categories:
Angst/Tragedy with some romance. Slight humor, if any.
Summary:
When the heroes have fallen, all you have left are their whispers on the wind...
Status:
Drabble
Word Count: 348
Warnings: Short, depressing, some character deaths, just good ol' angst.
Characters: Sango, Kohaku, Inuyasha, Sango, Kirara, Miroku.
Pairings: Ever so small Inuyasha x Sango. Friendship or romance, you decide.
Notes:
This whole collection (they are individual drabbles but share the same themes) is dedicated to Whisper and Hero (a.k.a. Fudge 1 and Fudge 2). Recently, my dog had two puppies (born on 17 January 2006). On 18 January, the first born (Whisper) died around 19:00 GMT. The next day, the second born (Hero) also passed away. Both had 'Fading Puppy Syndrome'. Rest In Peace.


WHISPERS OF HEROES

When the heroes have fallen, all you have left are their whispers on the wind saying...

"It's just not fair..."

Flowerperson
© 2006


R.I.P. WHISPER AND HERO
(17 Jan—18/19 Jan)

"It's just not fair..."

She failed him.

In the end, she failed him.

Through all the strife and tears and blood and sweat and pain... she failed him.

After she had promised to him—after she had promised to herself—that she would protect him, she failed him.

It wasn't enough to have Kagome's brown eyes filled with tears—she had enough of her own, thank you very much. She didn't want the fifteen-year-old girl to say how incredibly sorry she was.

Hadn't she heard Sango's own apologies?

Even the monk's words could not console her. He tried to touch her shoulder but she slapped his hand away angrily. The only touch she desired was from the dead body in front of her.

Kirara attempted to curl up in Sango's lap but she pushed the fire-cat away angrily. Normally, she would apologise—hadn't she apologised enough?—but really, she didn't care. For a moment, she looked onto Kirara with hate. She was the same species as the one that slaughtered her brother (even if he was only a hanyou).

Speaking of hanyou, the bastard son of Inu no Taisho placed what he thought was a comforting hand on her shoulder. The claws that were lightly poking through her clothes just reminded him of who—or what—he was. A demon. A hanyou, just like the one that had done this.

She turned on him, taking out her wakisashi and thrusting for his heart. He dodged just in time—the blade grazed the area below his armpit. The others watched shocked as Sango continued her assault on the white-haired half-demon. He had taken out Tessaiga, and was now using the sword to parry her blows, never attacking.

The short sword was knocked out of her hands. Warm arms embraced her.

Sango began pounding against his chest. "No! No!" She yelled. "He can't be gone!" She wailed. "It's just not fair..." She sobbed. Claws ran through her hair as he made hushing sounds, ignoring the humans that were watching.

"Sometimes," he held onto her tighter, "Life just isn't fair."