A/N: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters here. If I did, there would be LOTS more of Miroku and Sango on the anime. Anyway, this is my first fanfic for Inuyasha. It centers around my favorite couple. To be honest, I have only seen about 30 episodes and read 9 of the translated manga, so if there are some mistakes (names, etc.) let me know.
In the last chapter, much to Miroku's horror, Naraku carried an unconscious Sango from a battle.
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She was engulfed in darkness. An overpowering, oppressive black. It closed in around her. She was drowning in it. She fought it, clawed her way to consciousness. A faint light began to form in her vision. Slowly it grew brighter as the miasma released its hold on the exterminator.
Sango coughed and tried to roll over, but found that she couldn't. She forced her eyes open and looked around. She was lying on a mat in an ornately decorated room. A blanket was drawn up to her chin and screens were pulled across the windows and doors. She attempted to sit up, only to discover that she could not move anything below her neck. 'Oh, no! I'm paralyzed!' Quickly, Sango realized she was not alone in the room. A kind looking, young man was knelt next to her, peering down at her with a concerned gaze. As she focused on him, a smile spread across his face.
"Lord Kagewaki! She's waking up," he shouted. He turned back to Sango. "Don't try to move. You've been badly injured."
'Kagewaki? Oh, no! Naraku! I remember now!' Sango ignored the man's warnings and to sit up, to get away, anything to escape Naraku.
Naraku stepped into the room and smiled, slyly. "Sango, you're recovering nicely. My guards and I heard a battle in the forest and went to investigate. We found you there unconscious. That hanyou, Inuyasha, who attacked your village, must have found you. You are very lucky we found you when we did."
Sango snarled at him. "You lie. It was you who attacked me and my companions, Naraku."
Naraku glared at her then turned to the young man. "She must still be suffering from the trauma of battle. Leave us and send the boy to me." The man bowed and quickly exited the room. Naraku knelt next the mat that Sango lay on. He smiled cruelly as she tried to move away from him. "It's futile. I've placed a powerful holding spell on you. As long as you remain under that blanket, you will be unable to move."
"Why keep me around, Naraku? Why did you bring me here when you had the chance to kill me?" She skipped a beat. "I would not have given you the same courtesy." Sango feared what Naraku was thinking. She was completely helpless.
As if reading her mind, Naraku spoke up. "It's nothing personal, Sango. In fact, it's not even you I'm after. You could have succumbed to the miasma on the battlefield and it would not have affected me. However, your companions have nearly half of the Shikkon Jewel, have they not? Surely they would give it up for your life."
Sango's breath caught in her throat. He was right. They had collected almost half of the jewel. And, much as she hated it, if her life was wagered against it, her companions would give it up to save her. "You bastard. They would never give you the Sacred Jewel, no matter what you did to me!"
Naraku laughed, a cold, chilling laugh. "I highly doubt that. They have grown quite fond of you, especially that monk. I have a feeling that with the right persuasion HE will do anything I ask." Naraku pulled a short knife from his robes, reached down and cut a bit of hair from Sango's ponytail. He then took her sword from its sheath and tied the hair to it. "Kohaku."
"Yes, Master Naraku?" The boy stepped out of the shadows in the corner of the room.
"Take this to Sango's compnions. Tell them that they have one week to bring me the jewel shards in their possession before I begin sending more pieces of their beloved Sango to them."
"Yes, Master Naraku," the boy answered in his deadpan, monotone voice.
"Then come back here and guard Sango. Should she break free of the holding spell and try to escape, kill her." With that, Naraku and Kohaku turned and left a stunned Sango lying alone.
Sango closed her eyes and tried to force her arms to move but had no success. After a few moments, she gave up struggling as tears formed in her eyes. She knew that even if Naraku got their half of the Jewel, she would be killed. Naraku will not allow her to live. 'So this is it. I don't even get go out fighting.' She thought of her companions. If they came to rescue her, they would be killed too. She silently pleaded with them. 'I know you probably can't hear me, but don't give the jewel shard to Naraku. Don't come and find me. You'll only be killed. I fought a good fight, but there's no way out of this one. If you try to come after me, Naraku will kill you. I may see you again, in the next world.'
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Miroku tossed in his sleep, sweat beading on his forehead. His face was taunt with pain. In his mind, he kept seeing Naraku taking Sango away, never able to stop it. Each time he saw it, it ripped his very very heart. He slowly opened his eyes. It was the middle of the night and the rest of the group was still asleep. His eyes fell on the obviously empty space where Sango usually slept. Kirara was shivering, curled up next to what would have been Sango's mat, as if her master would appear there if she lay there long enough. Miroku groaned and pulled the cat closer to him. Even with the herbal medicines Kagome had given him it still hurt like hell to move. He lay there, stroking Kirara, absentmindedly. Going over the battle in his head, he tried to find one thing, anything he could have done that would end with Sango still with them. But, as he had found a thousand times before, there was no solution. Nothing could have brought about a desirable end.
Kirara suddenly jumped up and arched her back, hissing and jolting Miroku from his thoughts. He reached for his staff quickly, instantly regretting it as a sharp pain shot through him. As his fingers wrapped around it, he detected another presence in the room. Miroku pushed himself up and scanned the small room. His eyes again rested on Sango's spot, only this time it wasn't empty. Miroku blinked his eyes and looked back. He could clearly Sango lying there, on her back under a blanket. "Sango?" His voise was a hoarse whisper. When she didn't respond, he called her name again. She still did not respond, so he moved closer to her. He noticed there were tears in her eyes and he reached to wipe them away. However his hand went through her. 'She's not real. She's an illusion.' In his mind, her heard Sango's voice. "'I know you probably can't hear me, but don't give the jewel shard to Naraku. Don't come and find me. You'll only be killed. I fought a good fight, but there's no way out of this one. If you try to come after me, Naraku will kill you. I may see you again, in the next world." Miroku watched as the image of Sango disappeared. "Sango! Don't leave!" But it was too late.
'What was it she said about the jewel shard? Don't give it to Naraku?' As what she had told him sunk in, Miroku's heart dropped into his stomach. 'She said that she didn't see a way out of her situation. She resigned herself to die.' Miroku slumped against the wall as another wave of pain shot through his body. 'Sango, don't give up. We're going to find you.'
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Okay, let me know what you think. Review please!!
In the last chapter, much to Miroku's horror, Naraku carried an unconscious Sango from a battle.
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She was engulfed in darkness. An overpowering, oppressive black. It closed in around her. She was drowning in it. She fought it, clawed her way to consciousness. A faint light began to form in her vision. Slowly it grew brighter as the miasma released its hold on the exterminator.
Sango coughed and tried to roll over, but found that she couldn't. She forced her eyes open and looked around. She was lying on a mat in an ornately decorated room. A blanket was drawn up to her chin and screens were pulled across the windows and doors. She attempted to sit up, only to discover that she could not move anything below her neck. 'Oh, no! I'm paralyzed!' Quickly, Sango realized she was not alone in the room. A kind looking, young man was knelt next to her, peering down at her with a concerned gaze. As she focused on him, a smile spread across his face.
"Lord Kagewaki! She's waking up," he shouted. He turned back to Sango. "Don't try to move. You've been badly injured."
'Kagewaki? Oh, no! Naraku! I remember now!' Sango ignored the man's warnings and to sit up, to get away, anything to escape Naraku.
Naraku stepped into the room and smiled, slyly. "Sango, you're recovering nicely. My guards and I heard a battle in the forest and went to investigate. We found you there unconscious. That hanyou, Inuyasha, who attacked your village, must have found you. You are very lucky we found you when we did."
Sango snarled at him. "You lie. It was you who attacked me and my companions, Naraku."
Naraku glared at her then turned to the young man. "She must still be suffering from the trauma of battle. Leave us and send the boy to me." The man bowed and quickly exited the room. Naraku knelt next the mat that Sango lay on. He smiled cruelly as she tried to move away from him. "It's futile. I've placed a powerful holding spell on you. As long as you remain under that blanket, you will be unable to move."
"Why keep me around, Naraku? Why did you bring me here when you had the chance to kill me?" She skipped a beat. "I would not have given you the same courtesy." Sango feared what Naraku was thinking. She was completely helpless.
As if reading her mind, Naraku spoke up. "It's nothing personal, Sango. In fact, it's not even you I'm after. You could have succumbed to the miasma on the battlefield and it would not have affected me. However, your companions have nearly half of the Shikkon Jewel, have they not? Surely they would give it up for your life."
Sango's breath caught in her throat. He was right. They had collected almost half of the jewel. And, much as she hated it, if her life was wagered against it, her companions would give it up to save her. "You bastard. They would never give you the Sacred Jewel, no matter what you did to me!"
Naraku laughed, a cold, chilling laugh. "I highly doubt that. They have grown quite fond of you, especially that monk. I have a feeling that with the right persuasion HE will do anything I ask." Naraku pulled a short knife from his robes, reached down and cut a bit of hair from Sango's ponytail. He then took her sword from its sheath and tied the hair to it. "Kohaku."
"Yes, Master Naraku?" The boy stepped out of the shadows in the corner of the room.
"Take this to Sango's compnions. Tell them that they have one week to bring me the jewel shards in their possession before I begin sending more pieces of their beloved Sango to them."
"Yes, Master Naraku," the boy answered in his deadpan, monotone voice.
"Then come back here and guard Sango. Should she break free of the holding spell and try to escape, kill her." With that, Naraku and Kohaku turned and left a stunned Sango lying alone.
Sango closed her eyes and tried to force her arms to move but had no success. After a few moments, she gave up struggling as tears formed in her eyes. She knew that even if Naraku got their half of the Jewel, she would be killed. Naraku will not allow her to live. 'So this is it. I don't even get go out fighting.' She thought of her companions. If they came to rescue her, they would be killed too. She silently pleaded with them. 'I know you probably can't hear me, but don't give the jewel shard to Naraku. Don't come and find me. You'll only be killed. I fought a good fight, but there's no way out of this one. If you try to come after me, Naraku will kill you. I may see you again, in the next world.'
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Miroku tossed in his sleep, sweat beading on his forehead. His face was taunt with pain. In his mind, he kept seeing Naraku taking Sango away, never able to stop it. Each time he saw it, it ripped his very very heart. He slowly opened his eyes. It was the middle of the night and the rest of the group was still asleep. His eyes fell on the obviously empty space where Sango usually slept. Kirara was shivering, curled up next to what would have been Sango's mat, as if her master would appear there if she lay there long enough. Miroku groaned and pulled the cat closer to him. Even with the herbal medicines Kagome had given him it still hurt like hell to move. He lay there, stroking Kirara, absentmindedly. Going over the battle in his head, he tried to find one thing, anything he could have done that would end with Sango still with them. But, as he had found a thousand times before, there was no solution. Nothing could have brought about a desirable end.
Kirara suddenly jumped up and arched her back, hissing and jolting Miroku from his thoughts. He reached for his staff quickly, instantly regretting it as a sharp pain shot through him. As his fingers wrapped around it, he detected another presence in the room. Miroku pushed himself up and scanned the small room. His eyes again rested on Sango's spot, only this time it wasn't empty. Miroku blinked his eyes and looked back. He could clearly Sango lying there, on her back under a blanket. "Sango?" His voise was a hoarse whisper. When she didn't respond, he called her name again. She still did not respond, so he moved closer to her. He noticed there were tears in her eyes and he reached to wipe them away. However his hand went through her. 'She's not real. She's an illusion.' In his mind, her heard Sango's voice. "'I know you probably can't hear me, but don't give the jewel shard to Naraku. Don't come and find me. You'll only be killed. I fought a good fight, but there's no way out of this one. If you try to come after me, Naraku will kill you. I may see you again, in the next world." Miroku watched as the image of Sango disappeared. "Sango! Don't leave!" But it was too late.
'What was it she said about the jewel shard? Don't give it to Naraku?' As what she had told him sunk in, Miroku's heart dropped into his stomach. 'She said that she didn't see a way out of her situation. She resigned herself to die.' Miroku slumped against the wall as another wave of pain shot through his body. 'Sango, don't give up. We're going to find you.'
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Okay, let me know what you think. Review please!!