Author's Note: Okay, now you get to find some more stuff out. Thanks for all of your reviews! I am so happy that you all like this story. Please keep reviewing! You stop reviewing; I stop writing. I continue to apologize for that.
Disclaimer: I should stop ordering things off the Internet. Stupid post office. Anyway, I don't own InuYasha, and I never will.
Wretched
Chapter 5: Confessions of a Torn Soul
Kagome winced as she slowly became awake. She groaned and turned over, clutching her sleeping bag in her hands. It was a sound that, until recently, had rarely been heard. It was Sango screaming.
The girl was only half awake, and her brain refused to work just as her eyes refused to open despite the sound. She heard someone get up, and the shouting and crying ceased. Kagome fell back to sleep quickly, as her mind began rapidly forgetting the whole thing as if it had been a dream.
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Miroku was lying awake on one side of the little shack. His arms were folded under his head as he gazed blankly at the ceiling. Then he had heard a noise that threatened to make him screech as well. The monk sat up, clasping his hands over his ears as he desperately looked for the source of the sound.
He figured it out quickly. It was Sango. The exterminator was tossing this way and that under the thin blanket that covered her. She was calling for help, and screaming for her life.
Miroku got up and quietly moved over to her. He gently took her by the shoulders and lifted her up to him. The monk held her tight, making soothing sounds while gently rubbing her back with his hand. He knew well that when she woke up, he'd probably get a good smack. But it was a risk that he was perfectly willing to take. The sound of her sobs tore his soul in half. Oh how he hated to see her in pain.
She began to hush; now incoherently mumbling to herself and quietly yelping. The monk continued to make the soothing sound and to softly rub her back. Then she stirred with a mumbled question, "Miroku?"
His heart leapt into his chest: half with the anticipation of a smack, and half with joy that he had Sango in his arms, softly whispering his name. She was attempting to turn out of his grasp, craning her neck to see him. But he wouldn't let her go for the world.
She finally got into a position where she could look him in the eyes. Miroku kept his strong arms wrapped tightly around her body, and he was surprised that she wasn't stopping him. She simply sat there, staring up at him. It seemed that she was almost content.
"Sango…" He began quietly, hoping not to wake the others, "I heard you scream. What's wrong?" He watched her face intently; admiring her slightly parted lips and her soft skin. Then he watched as she shook her head and tried halfheartedly to pull away. She mumbled the word, "dream."
"Something must be wrong, Sango. People don't just begin to scream in their sleep for no reason at all." He said, hoping that she would answer him, but hoping most that she would stop trying to get away.
She did stop, staring into his eyes again. Then she spoke. It was barely a whisper. If any other sound had been going on at the same moment, no one would have heard it.
"I was raped."
But he heard it. It rang clear in his ears, although he didn't believe it.
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Sango stared into unbelieving eyes. She knew that he had heard her; she just wished that he would respond. She hadn't expected to tell anyone, and here she was after revealing the truth to the last person that she wanted to know.
She felt the familiar burning sensation in the back of her eyes, and could not hold it in. The exterminator began to cry. She tasted the tears as they worked their way to her mouth and then off of her chin.
Then she felt him hushing her and pulling her close into a tight embrace. She pressed her face into his kimono and wept, feeling a bit more comforted by his warmth encircling her. Sango felt a soft hand work its way up and down her back in a soothing motion. She slowly stopped crying, but did not move. She sat contently in his reassuring embrace, never wanting him to let go.
"I will take care of you, Sango," Miroku whispered into her ear as he pulled her even closer to him. She sighed almost happily and clutched tightly to his robes.
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Kagome still slept soundly, oblivious to the world around her. Shippo lay next to her, faster asleep than she. The little kitsune had heard the shouts, but decided not to look into them. He was tired. After all, yesterday had been a rather long day, and it was really dark outside still.
InuYasha was far off in the woods, investigating a strange scent that the night breeze had brought him on the roof. He heard nothing that went on in the tiny hut.
Extra Author's Note: Don't worry guys! This doesn't ruin it for the father. There still is one, remember. And you will find out when I tell you. Muhahaha. Anyway, the next chapter you will find out how THAT could happen to Sango of all people. Say tuned! Go review!
