She felt...heavy. Her mind was in a haze and she couldn't think straight or clearly. Where was she? Who was she? One moment there was pure darkness and the next,...light or voices. She opened her eyes and saw a wooden roof. She didn't know where she was or how she had gotten there. Hell, she couldn't even remember her name. She found it strange that she couldn't remember anything at all.

She tried to get a feel for her surroundings. She realized that she was laying on the floor, on her back, on something wet. It was warm but that is all she had to go by. She tried to move her arms but found that she couldn't. She realized that she couldn't move any of her limbs. What was wrong with her? Was she a cripple? Had she gotten into a bad accident that had broken all of the bones in her body?

As she struggled to move, she heard footsteps coming towards her, but she couldn't turn her head to see who it was. Before she had a chance to see the person's face, her vision went black.

She must have fallen asleep again because the next time she woke up, she was in an entirely different room. She wasn't laying in the wet liquid anymore, but now she was laying on something soft, with a blanket covering her. Where ever she was, she figured that she was in good hands because the people had put her in such a comfortable room.

She heard the door slide open but she couldn't turn her neck to look at the person entering. Not that she had to, because he walked over to her and looked down at her.

He was...beautiful. Long wavy black hair with a pale flawless skin that resembled porcelain. His eyes were an amazing shade of red and they stared at her. She had a feeling she had met him before but could not remember who he was.

"Sango." He breathed, softly. His red eyes were unreadable, no trace of hate or anger but just a neutrality in them.

Sango? Was that her name? There were so many questions she wanted to ask but found that she couldn't. She couldn't even move. The man knelt next to her and placed a hand on her stomach. Her belly didn't feel right, it was round and swollen. Maybe that's why she felt so heavy. Was she pregnant? Was this man the father? What is their relation? She wondered but couldn't remember or ask.

She tried moving her lips, but no words would form. He must have realized her struggle for he told her not to try and go back to sleep. She didn't want to sleep. She wanted to know where she was and how she had gotten to where she is now. Against her wishes though, she suddenly felt sleepy, before she drifted off into unconsciousness, the man kissed her temple and left.

X

Kagome had heard everything. She heard the screams, the begging, and then she finally heard a tearing sound that had Sango screaming even louder than before. She cried for her friend, her beloved friend who was forced to endure such cruelty, but was comforted at the fact that now she was dead and wouldn't have to suffer anymore, or so she thought.

The door opened and Kagome's nostrils was hit with the strong smell of blood. Naraku walked out of the room, covered in blood and gore, completely naked, and in his right hand he carried... a bone?

She looked past him and saw her friend, Sango. Sango was naked, laying down in a pool of her own blood. Her back had a deep whole in it and she lacked a spine. Kagome screamed in horror at what Naraku had done to her, to which Byakuya slapped her. The slap hurt but it didn't stop her from screaming. Byakuya slapped her again and finally, Kagome got quiet and simply whimpered, which annoyed the demon.

"Be quiet or I will slap you silent!" He growled. Kagome was in complete disbelief, her friend, her friend, dead, and she died so painfully. Kagome wasn't there for her, she couldn't protect her when she needed her the most. What kind of friend was she? She should have tried harder or fought harder. Tears that burned like fire rolled down her face. If only she had been stronger and killed Naraku the first time, this would have never happened.

Byakuya stood up and grabbed Sango by her ankles, dragging her to where Naraku now sat, cross legged, the bone out of his hands and now on the ground. Sango's blood left a trail on the floor, something no doubt, Kagura would have to clean up later.

Naraku closed his red eyes and remained silent, sitting perfectly still. His body jerked a little and then a tiny fleshy ball developed at his shoulder, and rolled down his arm and onto the floor. He opened his eyes then, and looked at his flesh. He molded the flesh as one would mold bread into a small ball, no bigger then an orange.

He moved towards Sango, sticking his hands into the wound on her back. He moved around her internal organs, making enough space for his newest creation to live. He placed the ball of flesh into her belly before putting her spine back inside her.

"What is that? Take it out of her, please master." Kagome begged. Whatever was placed in Sango's stomach, it couldn't have been good, seeing as it came from Naraku's own body.

Naraku smiled at Kagome, before rubbing Sango's back in a soothing calm manner. "Your friend here shall carry my offspring. My offspring shall feed on her blood and her intestines until it is born. When that happens, Sango will mother it. She should be happy, I am giving her another family to replace the one she lost."

"To replace the one you killed, you mean?" Kagome spat.

"Either way their dead." He shrugged. "Would you also like to become apart of my family, Kagome? Would you like to carry my offspring to replace your precious fox?" He asked. His lips forming a wormy sickening smile.

Kagome didn't answer him, she just looked at her friend. With their conversation complete, Naraku continued working on Sango. He pulled out a fragment of the Shikon Jewel and placed it into Sango's back. The large gaping hole closed instantly as if her back had never been wounded before. Kagome looked all over Sango's body and noticed that all of her injuries had healed in but half a second.

Naraku flipped her body, that was gradually becoming warmer now that she was back alive, onto her back, before rubbing his hand across her stomach, happy that his offspring had settled down rather nicely inside. He then placed his hand on Sango's forehead and easily erased all of her memories. They wouldn't serve him well anyway. He didn't want her to be like Kohaku who was an empty slate, he instead just wanted her to be memory-less.