This drabble was written for iyissekiwa's tear theme (and placed first, no less).
Warning: some minor manga spoilers!
Facing the Fear
A quiet stirring of wind, that was how it started. Little more than a breeze, really. It wasn't something that normally merited a second thought, but to Sango it was as if her world was crumbling around her.
She knew where the wind came from, and it terrified her. Miroku's wind tunnel.
Had he torn it, she wondered, or was the curse simply progressing? She found, with an odd sense of serenity, that for all his foolhardy attempts at secrecy she could not bring herself to be angry with him.
This man, who she had come to care for, who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, was dying from his curse. One way or another, by this point it was inevitable. He lay now, unconscious, within Kaede's hut; they were blessedly alone, where no one could see the fear in her eyes or the tears that fell unbidden. There was no one but her to hear the horrible sound of the rushing wind.
Inevitable or not, she had to try to salvage some small portion of his life, the life he had planned to share with her. She was a fighter, born and bred, and knew she could not simply sit back and accept this, no matter the odds against her. She was a warrior, and so she would stand beside him and fight this until the bitter end, but even that knowledge did not ease the painful constriction of her heart.
