Inuyasha does not belong to me. Neither do any of the characters in Inuyasha. O.o
Sango was mad. She was very very mad, but she did not dare show it. She was absolutely furious with Inuyasha, Kikyo, and, for no reason at all except the fact that it was easy to be mad at him, she was mad at Miroku too. In her head, she was thinking, You-you bastards! But aloud, she said absolutely nothing. Inuyasha was, of course, gone. He'd seen the arrow and known immediately whose it was, and before anyone could say, "Oh thank god Kagome is safe!" Inuyasha had run off into the woods, sniffing the air wildly. He didn't even spare Kagome a thought! Sango ranted. That stupid, inconsiderate, over-grown little puppy, how dare he do that? Sango slammed around Kaede's hut, pulling medicines off the shelf that she did not even need, only to realize she did not need them and then slam them back into place. Miroku had suggested earlier, quit foolishly, that she would wake Kagome, to which Sango replied, "Shut up!" She had moved Kagome to a different hut, so she could, 'organize some medicines' without disturbing Kagome.
Miroku grumbled to himself, as he reached over to pet Kirara's tiny head. There was a banging noise from inside Kaede's hut, which caused them both to turn their heads to look. Kirara mewed at Miroku. "I don't know, Kirara," Miroku sighed, "she just gets like that. It's all that stupid Inuyasha's fault. That idiot wouldn't do anything right if he didn't have Kagome with him, but look at what he does. She's going to wake up any time now, and he's going to be off somewhere chasing some dead woman." Miroku sighed again, as did Kirara. He is dumb. Kirara thought to herself. Really dumb.
Kikyo could feel the presence approaching long before she saw who it was. When she finally did, she breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Inuyasha…" she said, a little warily, "you're… here." Inuyasha nodded.
"Kikyo..." he suddenly threw himself at her, hugging her tightly, "Kikyo thank you." Kikyo said nothing. "It's okay. I know it was you. You saved Kagome didn't you? Even though you didn't have to and even though you probably didn't want to you. I was beginning to think you wanted to hurt her or something. I was stupid. All my friends were grateful too, and I'm sure Kagome will be when she …" he faltered a little. "when she wakes up…"When she wakes up… I won't… be there…Inuyasha thought to himself, suddenly wondering if he had been a bit too impulsive. He shrugged it off, and held Kikyo even tighter.
"It was nothing, Inuyasha." Kikyo cooed, smiling to herself. "I know how much you care about her so…" She trailed off. "Inuyasha, sit and talk with me, won't you? I'm lonely…" He nodded and sat down on the ground, staring intently at her.
It's morning now, and that stupid dogboy isn't back yet! Sango stormed out of Kaede's hut, clutching her mammoth boomerang tightly, muttering angrily to herself. Kagome was still asleep or unconscious, Sango wasn't sure anymore. She brushed past Miroku, and nodded to Kirara, who mewed and hopped onto the young woman's shoulder, settling into the familiar groove in her shoulder. She could feel how tense Sango's muscles were, indicating how distraught the demon slayer was. In situations such as this, Sango's first reaction was not to cry and get flustered; she was calm and clear-headed but very visibly angry. She walked swiftly and quietly to the place that she had been standing with all her friends just four hours ago, worrying about Kagome's life. She stopped in her tracks. Lying before her was the huge figure of the deceased creature, yet, it looked completely different than it had a few hours ago. What had seemed to be clumps of fur had been an entire field's worth of grass, growing on the oozy, thick skin on the demon which had to have had at least a foot and a half thick layer of healthy looking dirt caked on it. The grass, it seemed, had been a part of the demon itself. Upon the demon's death, the grass had wilted and died within a short space of time, and was now blowing about in the air, sticking to everything it touched, before being blown away again. The demon itself was practically, 'hairless,' now. Sango approached and knocked off some of the dirt with her weapon. Chunks of dirt speckled with pieces of roots fell onto her feet. The skin beneath the dirt was a light purple, and, upon further inspection, quite soft.
Sango examined the beast quite closely; when it had first appeared, she'd been convinced she had never seen or heard of this demon before. Yet, now, as she looked at the demon's true form, she had a feeling she knew something about this demon, yet could not remember what it was. Sango shrugged off the nagging feeling she was having, and examined the demon's hand, where it had held Kagome. She noted that clumps of grass were still attached to the claws, and that one claw had chip in it, where a long sliver had been removed somehow.
Sango moved to the demon's abdomen area, where she examined the arrow. In the light of the morning, something seemed off. Sango grabbed the fletching of the arrow, and was surprised when it came away in her hands, as she'd barely even gotten a good grasp on it yet. She then realized that she was not holding feathers in her hands; she was holding some stringy sort of moss. Sango threw down the moss and felt around in the dirt for the shaft of the arrow. Upon finding it, she grasped it tightly and pulled. It moved slowly, making a horrible squelching noise, as red ooze ran thickly onto the ground. At first, Sango paid no attention to the arrow's shaft, as it just looked like an arrow; plain, brown, moderately heavy. However, when she took her hands away, they were covered with dirt, which had come from the arrow. The arrow itself did not seem to be brown either. Sango wiped it on the grass, revealing the true, pale yellowish color beneath the dirt. There was also the tip of the arrow. There did not seem to be an actual tip to the arrow. It just seemed to be a sharpened stick.
Sango paused, and then, she had a thought. If this looks like what it is, then everything just got way more complicated. She ran back around to the demon's claws, and, placed the, "arrow" where a piece of the demon's claws had been removed: It fit. Sango walked briskly back to the village, her mind full of what she'd found out, and what she was going to do about it.