Written for inukaidan's fear theme.
Hesitance
Sango's heart pounds.
A moment hangs, frozen in time; Naraku stands before her and she cannot move.
He must be destroyed. Her hand is still, hiraikotsu does not fly. Her training is meaningless, and for but one thing.
If she is wrong, if her aim is not true…
Then her friends will surely die, leaving her alone, captive to despair.
She knows it. Naraku knows it. And she cannot move.
Time breaks free. Sango closes her eyes and throws, and prays.
The outcome is irrelevant. A dark seed sprouts within her heart.
It is fear. It is weakness, and inescapable.
