As the two figures came closer, Sango's smile got wider with cruel glee. She jumped onto the ground running full speed at them, every muscle in her body tense and waiting. She threw her boomerang and as she wanted, they separated from one another. She decided to go after the weak one first which had to be the human in blue robes.
She came flying at him, catching her boomerang in mid sprint. As she got closer and was about to strike, he blocked it with his staff. In that half a second, they locked eyes. Hers wild and sadistic, his sad and pain filled. Perhaps he knew that death was close at hand.
It didn't matter.
She jumped back a few feet and let go of the boomerang. His eyes instantly filled with happiness, probably expecting her surrender but she had something else in store. She unsheathed the sword at her hips and swung at him with the skill of a samurai. He was able to dodge the first couple of swings but Sango was to fast and to skilled for him and his staff.
She slashed his upper right arm, and a smile spread across her face. She felt the warm ruby red liquid touch her cheek. She hadn't felt a sensation this good in a long time it seems. She was going to continue attacking when she felt a large force crash into her side and sent her falling onto the ground. She looked up and saw the man in red, his golden eyes staring at her as if she lost her mind.
Perhaps, perhaps not.
She got back on her feet and dropped her sword, and picking up her boomerang in the process. Due to his close distance it would be foolish to throw it at him, so she used it identically to a sword, slashing and swinging, though none of her efforts were able to hit him.
As the sweat dripped off her face, she decided to change her plans. She ran towards the man in red and he backed up, as expected, but instead of continuing to run at him, she made a slight left turn and attacked the man in blue who was with him. The sword hit him in the ribs, though there was not enough force to go through his body, but she wasn't trying to do that in the first place.
The moment she hit him, her goal was accomplished. She had caused him pain and made him cry out, causing the man in red to lose his focus on her and go help his friend. The tactic was simple, go for the weak one so the strong one would have no choice but to protect him.
He would have to pay dearly for that act of kindness. Something he soon learned as he felt the bite of her blade go through him. He jumped higher than Sango could believe, taking the man in blue with him, and put some distance between them. Giving him enough time to check on his friend and still keep his head attached to his neck.
With a growl, she threw her boomerang at him but he jumped again, dodging the attack. The man in blue called out to her. "Sango, Sango, Sango, Sango" he kept saying it over and over but she didn't listen. She wouldn't listen. She needed his blood and guts on her, to stain her face, to dirty up her sword. She needed his blood and guts inside her, to feed her child, to make her master happy.
She turned to look at her master who was watching the spectacle with such happiness in his eyes. The sight of his happiness rejuvenated her. She wanted to make him happy at all costs, even if it killed her. With a new resolve, she ran towards the pair on the ground and instead of waiting for her to come to them, the man in red jumped at her, knocking her to the ground and pinning her wrists above her head.
He leaned his head forward and shouted at her. "Snap out of it, Sango. Naraku is your enemy!" He probably would have said more but her master appeared behind him. His tentacles went into the man's back and came out the front, coating Sango's face with his blood. She licked her lips, tasting that blood and knowing that it would only be a couple of minutes before she feasted on him.
Her master raised the man in the air but he pulled out a sword that grew big beyond belief. He said two words that she didn't hear clearly before golden strikes of light ripped her master into pieces. The ground crumbled with the force and Sango had to shield her eyes as rocks flew from all places.
When the dust was finally cleared, she looked up and saw her master's body coming together as if it was some puzzle. She decided to let her master take the man on while she went to deal with the other one.
The man in blue was back on his feet, his staff raised and ready to block her attacks again. She swung left, he moved to the right. She swung for his head, he bent his knees and lowered himself. Their dance continued like that for a while. Both movements precise and with deadly intention. One thing Sango noticed was that he never swung at her, nor did he stop calling her name. He would dodge her attack and then call her name again. "Sango." She would run towards him and he would scoot back. "Sango." She wondered who he was but during battle, you don't ask questions or have time to think about insignificant things such as that.
During battle, you kill or be killed but this man didn't seem as though he wanted to kill her. There was something in his eyes that wasn't in her master's eyes. He looked at her with such hurt and caring eyes while her master looked at her with lust and cruelness in his eyes. His face seemed kind and despite her trying to lop his head off, he has not once struck back at her.
Their dance of death finally came to an end as the man tripped over a large rock caused by the other man's sword. As he lost his balance, Sango swung and cut him in mid air. His blood leaving his body and making it's way onto her sweaty face. He fell onto his back and looked up at her as blood started to trickle out the corner of his mouth and run down his chin.
She towered over him and raised her sword, getting ready to deliver the killing blow. Despite the fact that his life was about to end, he had an odd expression on his face. He didn't look afraid nor did he look as though he wanted to beg. In fact, he just looked calm and a little...happy, as if he knows his life is about to end but is grateful that he could see her. She swung her sword down and pierced the center of his heart. There was a moment of silence until he spoke.
"Sango." He breathed, as his eyes closed one last time. His face had a peacefulness to it, like he was some old man who lived to see his grandchildren grow up and was content with the life he had lived.
She pulled her sword out of his body and sheathed it back at her side, turning to find the man in red with wide shocked eyes staring at her. She continued to stare right back and unsheathed her sword, ready to fight again, until she felt liquid sliding down her face. She gently touched her face with her fingers and continued to feel it.
This was victory, sweet victory, so why did she feel so sad, and why are there tears coming out of her eyes?