Making It Through- Chapter 4
Kagome stripped down her clothes, turned the plastic knobs stuck into the bathroom wall, warm water immediately poured out. Kagome stepped in relishing the warm water, she squeezed some of her favorite shampoo into her hand lathering her hair in it, cleaning her hair vainly. Conditioning it after, she scrubbed herself down and then showered. After that, she snuggled into her towel, she grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her teeth. Then paused for a second thinking of a funny ordeal: Wouldn't it be funny if she killed him with her bad breath?
She giggled softly. She dried herself off, and donned her costume. She patted some white powder on her face, lined her eyes with black eye-liner, and shadowed them with a shinny brown. Her lips were a hue to be admired, a pale perfect pink; she changed into her miko form. She put her hair up into an intricate braid. Her uniform was a picture of pure elegance; she wore nothing short of what a miko should wear. She wore their uniform, she draped a thick heavy dark cloak around her small form; she would not reveal herself unless she had to.
She glanced at the clock, "Sango, you almost done?" she called opening the door, she glanced into the bed room, she saw Sango already dressed fallen asleep on her bed that was still unmade.
"Its amazing that she can sleep that long..." Kagome thought to herself as she moved to Sango's bed. "Sango. Wake up..." she said gently, shaking her companion. Her one and only companion now, Sango woke up with a start. Tears instantly filled her eyes.
"Kagome... He told me, in his dreams of why everything is like this. He told me that he cannot break fear of what is holding them, nor can Inuyasha, I can't kill him, Kagome, I just can't! He told me that... that... If he tried to attack me, he wants me to kill him..." Sango said bursting into tears. Kagome held Sango stroking her hair. "Sango you know that we have no choice." Kagome too was fighting back tears. Sango looked at her betrayed.
"We have a choice Kagome Higurashi, you know very well we have a choice, I would rather die than kill him, he is the one and only person that I have ever loved, you know that very well, you know it probably better then myself and then this bullshit happens and you are telling me to kill him? Easy for you to say you knew this was coming and even if it didn't, you knew you would have lost him to Kikyo, you know damn well, how on earth could you tell me to kill him? You know I loved him, he was the one stable thing for me. " Sango cried out, in so much pain. "I will not fight him Kagome I will let him kill me, you can either help me, break this spell or you can watch me die by my lovers hands."
With that Sango ran out of the room feeling hurt and betrayed like never before. Kagome stood shocked at the outburst from Sango, "I'll talk to her later about" she resolved looking at the clock and deciding to head to the arena.
Little did she know, there might be no later...
Kagome arrived in the arena a little bit later then Sango and the arena was huge. There were big head lights in case it got really late, they didn't stop these things, it was just a continuous thing until one of them was defeated. Kagome could feel the strings of intricate magic all over the arena protecting the audience.
She looked at the signs posted on the wall and irritably started searching for her sign, then located it almost instantaneously. She didn't know what to say to Sango, she had been hurt. She knew that Sango had her heart ripped out of her. She stood there with Yusuke glaring at the two of them and she could feel it.
Trumpets sounded, the start of the tournament was near. The lights were blinding, they were the first team up, fighting against team 8.
Kagome nodded slowly, Sango was assigned to go first. She stepped into the ring throwing off her cloak revealing her traditional demon exterminator gear. "Who is the one that is fighting me? Show yourself!" she demanded.
"I will fight you." said a voice coming from the other team's seats. You could not see who the rest of the team members were, but Sango could recognize that voice anywhere.
"M... Miroku..." she said, her face turning a deathly pale.
"The battle will be between Sango and team Miroku!!" cried the announcer, Miroku stepped out into the arena, his once playful brown eyes gone, replaced by an odd hue of purple. Sango could easily tell he was being controlled.
"Let the fight begin!" cried the announcer. Miroku sprung up and attacked Sango with his fists, hitting repeatedly in her face and upper body. Sango now felt terrible, with numerous aches in her shoulders, neck and face.
"What's going on? Sango is not fighting back at all? Does she know him? Is this some big mystery!" the announcer animated.
'My wish right now is to kill that announcer... She's NOT making this easier...' thought Sango. Tears filled Sango's eyes as she fell to the floor for a second, but quickly got up.
"Why aren't you fighting my dear Sango?" asked Miroku in that voice he always used on her, making her feel home sick. They were rounding each other and Sango was trying to make her tears stay at bay.
He hit her punch after punch, withering her down, but she put up no defense. She practically flew out of the ring, but was grabbed by Miroku on the arm.
"Can't have you escaping the inevitable." he said in his flirtatious voice. Despite Sango's effort, she had tears pouring down her face by this time.
"Miroku don't you even remember me?" she cried out in anguish and he continued to knock her down, hitting her hard. Sango was being thrown from one place to another and making dents on the floor with tears still falling from her eyes. Her eyes looked like waterfalls with never-stopping tears flowing by.
Sango just couldn't bring herself to hit him. She just couldn't, he had an eerie look on his face. A face that was just plainly blank when it wasn't taunting her. 'Miroku... I know you're still there... Don't so this, damn it!' thought Sango while more kicks and punches hit her dead on.
Miroku delivered a harsh blow to her left cheek, the force made her fall backwards to the floor. Sango touched her swelling cheek, memories of when she slapped Miroku for being a pervert passed her by. Before she even had a chance to say anything he elbowed her in the rib cage. 'Ahh... I have to do something...' were the thoughts of a drained demon exterminator.
"M-Miroku... I know you can hear me, I know you are somewhere in there... P-please... if I should die in thi-this tournament let me die at the hands of you." She whispered tears falling freely down her cheeks and her voice quivering.
Miroku's eyes flashed to their normal brown for a split second, but they went back to their hard shade of violet. He kicked her in the side again and Sango couldn't take it anymore. She gave one final choke and passed completely.
Kagome bit her lip, a dribble of blood rolled down her chin, but she refused to cry for her best friend. She had to be strong, for Sango and herself. "Sango... I told you to fucking fight back, I told you it wouldn't be easy..." she whispered to herself.
Hiei's ruby eyes glanced at the woman who lay on the ring, a small pool of blood starting to form around her. He felt a strange twinge of regret and pity for her, though he didn't know why. "Hn..."
"Sango from team 1 was knocked out by Miroku from team 8!" The announcer shouted, then bounded up holding up Miroku's hand. "The next fight will be Yusuke against Shippo!"
HAHA! Fear the cliff hanger!
B.Cherry-chan: I do fear it! You evil- evil... er, THING! Yeah... What? My brain died on me just now... after the editing that is! Lucky you...
For those of you who do not know, I have an editor named Blood Cherry, (Aka B. Cherry) I just rushed this chapter on to her today! And she finished it ! I am so thankful to have such a good editor! Kwaaahh! You're awesome!