Sango scream was cut short as she fell into the ditch, tripped by an unbelievably fast attack from the demon of the day, which was coincidentally filled with many, very sharp, thorn bushes.
With one final swipe, fueled by his sudden panic, Miroku decimated the demon though the chest with the pointed end of his staff, and, not even waiting to see if it had survived or not, scrambled to the edge of the thorn gutter.
SANGO! SANGO! he shouted, looking around (frenzied in worry) in the pitch dark pit for any glimpse of her.
Further hysteria filled calls were slashed by the voice he was hoping to find, although, he wished that he had discovered her in better spirits, for her tone was irate and harsh . . .
YOU CAN STOP YELLING BOUZO AND GET ME OUT OF THIS F*CKN' HELL HOLE! came her warm and fuzzy' toned reply, practically echoing though his skull because of her gentle' pitch.
He replied in sighing heavily, and then, just to be the oh so nice' person he was, chucked her a rope with a rock tied to one end.
At her cries of, what he hoped, were anguished filled, he said, in a light, careless attitude:
Well, since you got your self in this mess; you can get your self out of it!
And he walked away.
Now, Miroku had good reason to do this. Sango hadn't been very nice to him on their little exploration. In fact, she, in last few days, had just been down right nasty. Why? If he knew, he would try to break free of her bitchy truantry, but as he didn't . . . well . . .
Mesmerizing point of view
Hypnotic conversations
Contemplative swinging moods
Drew me to you
Now going back to Sango, who you think deserves this.
As the ditch was dark, he couldn't exactly see how many thorn bushes there were. He just knew there was some.
But just some' didn't suffice for the explanation of how many thorn bushes were actually down there.
In fact, it might be the understatement of the century.
As you can see, this didn't help Sango any.
In fact, you can't really blame her for her pissyness.
It was that time of the month' and . . . well . . .
Lets just say this one was one hell of a kicker.
So, you can see Sango's utter outrage in this situation.
But back to Miroku.
As he waited for her, he got increasingly guilty with each passing moment, which, there were many of as she took an hour. So, you can see why he was so relieved/horrified when she finally pushed her self up the edge.
Sango . . . looked about as bad as when she first pulled her self out of her own grave when we first met her in Inu Yasha.
Mabey even worse.
Tripping over his words and sandals as he rushed over to her side, she found his eyes wide in worry.
It never mattered when or where
Who you'd been with
The color of your hair
Baby, I always cared
As his incoherent babbling was giving her a headache, she simply gave him a blunt order.
Shut up. NOW
He did so right away, glad to be of some help.
Sighing, she said, weakly,
Just get some help
Blood trickled from her mouth as she said this, and so she coughed, but not abel to lift her arm up to cover it in time, she ended up in hacking the crimson liquid into the air, and, unfortunately, on to her face.
With her own blood spattered over her face because of her self, Sango managed to gasp out:
And this single word really did summarize her current state.
Utterly and compleatly.
But, as I said earlyer, Miroku's guilt was just building up, higher and higher his panic seem to climb, and . . . this was the last straw.
So, he picked her up, as kindly as he could, but still, it hurt her.
But that wasn't what really ticked Sango off.
It was the fact that, if they went to get help for her, they'd go into a village.
The villagers would see Miroku carrying her.
And this, she knew, would embaress her to no end.
So she tryed to stop him in the only way she knew she could do.
She spat a huge amount of blood on to his cheek.
Miroku, like any other person, stopped, and glared at her.
But you couldn't see
Inside of me
You didn't notice my intentions
Nothing but dreams
Is all that I carry
Is all that I carry with me
Sango took the hint, as she knew she wasn't excatly a light weight', and stopped, but this didn't keep her from sulking.
After a while, she fell asleep, and Miroku took a rest, looking down on her face as he cleaned his own wounds (hers he couldn't tend to as there was too much blood).
She woke up while he tended to him self, and watched (she's lying on his lap).
Cynical attitudes
The center of attention
I wonder if you understood
You've changed my life
Miroku relized this (that she woke up), and smiled tiredly down at her.
Focusing my energy
Setting expectations
Trying to convince myself
She loves me
They went off again, Miroku crashing through the woods as she slipped into unconcessness.
A little look here
A little smile there
Moments and memories that we've shared
Roses and things
Silly it seems
Is all that carry
Dreams that I carry
Dreams that I carry with me
I never knew
What to do
To make you
To believe
In my dreams
Silly dreams
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