Title: Heart-Shaped
Warnings: mild sexual situations
Prompt: Sango
Pairing: NarSan, some MirSanNar
a/n: Written for Inuvember, Day 17. Inspired by Lana Del Rey's 'Diet Mountain Dew' - there are references to the song (and some of her other tracks) everywhere; the titles of each subsection were taken from the lyrics.
If Sango seems OOC, that was kind of on purpose - Lana Del Rey's music is oftentimes very fairytale or dream-like, coupled with darker undertones or lyrics. This was my (sad) nod to the style; furthermore, the majority of her songs are jam-packed with Lolita references. Lolita is my favorite novel of all time, and I just love the duality of a bright, dazzling narrative concealing a darker meaning.
Dedicated to the beautiful and absolutely wonderful velvet-teddies (moonlightdiva on tumblr). You're all my goals, girl.
i. do you think we'll be in love forever?
She loves him like a faded memory - something sweet and long-passed, tarnished with the stain of the-things-that-no-longer-were.
And who will you love after me? he used to ask, smirking, because he already knew her answer.
I won't love anyone else, she would reply, because it was the truth. You've ruined me, forevermore.
He'd laugh like a god, and she would kiss him; taste the filth of her sugary sin on his lips, relishing the flavor.
ii. you're no good for me
Miroku has a parasite in his palm; a gaping whirlwind of destruction and death, literally at his fingertips.
She thinks it's poetic - she is a wasteland; kills everything in her path; there is no pleasant future with one so broken as she.
Naraku, too, is disaster beneath the skin of a man.
Sango wonders if she has a type, or if danger finds her all on its own.
iii. we both know just what we're here for
"And who will you love after me?"
Pause.
"I will love him," she admits quietly. "I will love the monk."
Naraku raises a brow, perplexed. "Will?"
"One day, perhaps," Sango amends, kissing his cold, dead lips. "But not today."
He sighs against her mouth, and she tangles her fingers in his long, black hair -
"No, you won't," Naraku replies between breaths. "You will always love me."
iv. turn me to ashes
Sometimes she thinks his love will kill her; sometimes she thinks it isn't love at all. Whatever the twisted, burning thing that had sparked when she'd met him as Prince Kagewaki continues to draw her back to him - whether it was Kohaku, or a Jewel shard, or the promise of something like passion (something that Miroku constantly misplaced in inappropriate gestures and worthless flirtations).
Sometimes she wants him to incinerate them both with the flames of desire, until there is nothing but gray dust in their steed, ah, love, what a powerful thing it was!
v. what the past says
More than once, her friends ask her where she goes when she leaves in the middle of the day (for she refuses to meet her love like a criminal in the night).
"I've been saved too many times," she likes to reply, shouldering Hiraikotsu, walking briskly in the opposite direction.
They often warn her that the world is unsafe; frequently, they warn her that her love is unsafe, though they do so unwittingly.
Sango abandons them with increasing regularity, and is happy.
vi. mountain dew
From inside the holy mountain, Naraku has finished ripping his grubby human heart out, so that he can love Sango like any other man.
Once she has finished scaling the sloped, beast-infested rocks, Naraku pulls her behind the barrier.
"I've been waiting up all night," he murmurs, stroking her cheek.
She smiles, ever lovely, ever-loving.
The morning is cold, and the sun is shrouded by clouds. Outside, dew drips off the petals of coral-colored flowers, nourishing the dark, worm-filled soil it thrives in.
vii. ready for another lie?
And who will you love after me?
No one, Naraku. I will love no one after you.
