Upon the terrace in a nearby palace was Lady Sadako, the daughter of a powerful daimyo.
The hazy moonlight reflected off her pallid complexion. The demon slumbering in her heart
awakened, its residence obvious through Sadako's wicked stare.
"You told me you could help me obtain the revenge I wanted," she said to another demon on
the balcony. "So far, you have lied. Every man you've sent me has not been the man I know, the one
I want to kill."
"Patience, my lady," the demon replied. "I always keep my word. Twenty years ago you
were killed by the samurai who had vowed his love to you, and now you wandering soul wishes to
kill him. When I found you, you were a pathetic, powerless ghost with an unslaked want for death of
the one who caused you pain."
"The heartless bastard will die! I'll wring his neck around my finger."
The demon continued his speech. "I congratulate you on your thirst for revenge. It will serve
me well.
"After providing your spirit with a body and a fortress for your trap, I informed you that
your samurai was still alive after twenty years. But he had disguised himself as a monk."
"Five monks you've sent to my palace and not one has been the one I'm looking for. I know
my samurai's face. I was forced to kill each monk I was able to coax into my bedroom so they
would not attempt to drag me out of this body," Sadako said, growing angry.
"But this time I have found him, my lady," the demon nodded. "My servant has made sure to
send the monk and his friends to your palace right away," he said turning toward the balcony to
leave. "He is the one, I am sure of it."
"Your servant? You mean that perverted old lecher?"
"When they arrive at the castle, be aware. All of them, even the monk, have special powers.
Make sure the throne room is still covered with the energy-sustaining charms I gave you. They will
ensure your safety and strength. Remember this, Sakura."
"Don't call me that," Sadako's demon sneered. "You know I only possessed that wench's
body to keep myself alive right after I died. Too bad she had to die on me, her body served me well
for ten years."
Leaving her with this warning, the male demon jumped over the balcony and fled int the
night.
"Don't fail me, Naraku," she growled at his retreating back. "I've waited too long for this."
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Are we there yet?" Shippou whined, his usual bounce gone since the group had been
walking for two days now. "My feet are full of thorns."
"You're a demon," Inuyasha grumbled, waving his hand nonchalantly. "Tough it out."
"Inuyasha, don't be so rude," Kagome chided, her eyebrows raised in concern.
"You need not worry," the old man smiled. "We are almost to Rumiko. It's just over this
hill. I would like to thank you travelers for your kindness, so far all of our exorcists have failed..."
Out of habit, Sango tuned out the old man's tuneless drone and turned her thoughts to a
more pleasant song. The song of the summers when she trained with Kohaku and her father, the
bright sun in their faces. Oh, how she longed for their embrace. A warm hug from her brother, a
goodnight kiss from her father. What she would do know to hug anybody. Her friends Kagome or
Shippou, Miroku...
Sango shook her head agressively. But they were gone now, and nothing could change that.
She was left to face life alone, drowning in her own loneliness. Why did losing her family have to be
so damn painful?
Thinking about the past, Sango missed the anouncement that they had arrived at Rumiko.
Instantly, she spotted the large palace towering over the rest of the buildings. The structure radiated
bad vibes.
Sango's ears perked as she heard the distant sound of a whimpering boy. Playing outside of
Rumiko, he and fallen and hurt himself. Reminded of her scared, yet kind-hearted brother, she
rushed ahead of the group to tend to the boys wounds.
Miroku was again attracted to this perfect, caring angel before his eyes. It was tearing him
apart at the seams that he couldn't bring himself to tell her how he felt. Perhaps one day, he
thought, she will trust me.
Note: yeah! Bravo! Yada yada yada. So now you know how both Sango and Miroku feel about
each other. And that Naraku is involved.... oooh, creepy. Im proud to say that I balance school and
this story at the same time! sigh actually im home sick, ...well technically,im recovering . And
when I should be studying for the algebra or reading Walden, im not. And all I have to say is, I have
my priorities! (Hears mother yelling in background) and now I gotta go study....
The hazy moonlight reflected off her pallid complexion. The demon slumbering in her heart
awakened, its residence obvious through Sadako's wicked stare.
"You told me you could help me obtain the revenge I wanted," she said to another demon on
the balcony. "So far, you have lied. Every man you've sent me has not been the man I know, the one
I want to kill."
"Patience, my lady," the demon replied. "I always keep my word. Twenty years ago you
were killed by the samurai who had vowed his love to you, and now you wandering soul wishes to
kill him. When I found you, you were a pathetic, powerless ghost with an unslaked want for death of
the one who caused you pain."
"The heartless bastard will die! I'll wring his neck around my finger."
The demon continued his speech. "I congratulate you on your thirst for revenge. It will serve
me well.
"After providing your spirit with a body and a fortress for your trap, I informed you that
your samurai was still alive after twenty years. But he had disguised himself as a monk."
"Five monks you've sent to my palace and not one has been the one I'm looking for. I know
my samurai's face. I was forced to kill each monk I was able to coax into my bedroom so they
would not attempt to drag me out of this body," Sadako said, growing angry.
"But this time I have found him, my lady," the demon nodded. "My servant has made sure to
send the monk and his friends to your palace right away," he said turning toward the balcony to
leave. "He is the one, I am sure of it."
"Your servant? You mean that perverted old lecher?"
"When they arrive at the castle, be aware. All of them, even the monk, have special powers.
Make sure the throne room is still covered with the energy-sustaining charms I gave you. They will
ensure your safety and strength. Remember this, Sakura."
"Don't call me that," Sadako's demon sneered. "You know I only possessed that wench's
body to keep myself alive right after I died. Too bad she had to die on me, her body served me well
for ten years."
Leaving her with this warning, the male demon jumped over the balcony and fled int the
night.
"Don't fail me, Naraku," she growled at his retreating back. "I've waited too long for this."
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Are we there yet?" Shippou whined, his usual bounce gone since the group had been
walking for two days now. "My feet are full of thorns."
"You're a demon," Inuyasha grumbled, waving his hand nonchalantly. "Tough it out."
"Inuyasha, don't be so rude," Kagome chided, her eyebrows raised in concern.
"You need not worry," the old man smiled. "We are almost to Rumiko. It's just over this
hill. I would like to thank you travelers for your kindness, so far all of our exorcists have failed..."
Out of habit, Sango tuned out the old man's tuneless drone and turned her thoughts to a
more pleasant song. The song of the summers when she trained with Kohaku and her father, the
bright sun in their faces. Oh, how she longed for their embrace. A warm hug from her brother, a
goodnight kiss from her father. What she would do know to hug anybody. Her friends Kagome or
Shippou, Miroku...
Sango shook her head agressively. But they were gone now, and nothing could change that.
She was left to face life alone, drowning in her own loneliness. Why did losing her family have to be
so damn painful?
Thinking about the past, Sango missed the anouncement that they had arrived at Rumiko.
Instantly, she spotted the large palace towering over the rest of the buildings. The structure radiated
bad vibes.
Sango's ears perked as she heard the distant sound of a whimpering boy. Playing outside of
Rumiko, he and fallen and hurt himself. Reminded of her scared, yet kind-hearted brother, she
rushed ahead of the group to tend to the boys wounds.
Miroku was again attracted to this perfect, caring angel before his eyes. It was tearing him
apart at the seams that he couldn't bring himself to tell her how he felt. Perhaps one day, he
thought, she will trust me.
Note: yeah! Bravo! Yada yada yada. So now you know how both Sango and Miroku feel about
each other. And that Naraku is involved.... oooh, creepy. Im proud to say that I balance school and
this story at the same time! sigh actually im home sick, ...well technically,im recovering . And
when I should be studying for the algebra or reading Walden, im not. And all I have to say is, I have
my priorities! (Hears mother yelling in background) and now I gotta go study....