A/N: I'm running out of things to say to you people. I love all you
reviewers! Oh yeah and I'm doing 2 endings. N/K & I/K. This way everybody
is happy! You stick with the one you like the most. N/K is first. Though I
must warn you that I plan to make it long.
---------- ---------------------------- --------------------------------- -- ------------------------ -------- Sango sat leaning on the base of an old tree. She smiled as she watched the rain slow and begin to stop. The wet grass and soil making their clean spring aroma rise into the air. It made Sango feel calm and at peace, even if another feeling lingered in her soul. The loneliness. Since the day her family had died she had felt alone.
Often she had felt this feeling. The thoughts racing through her head:
'They're only pretending to be your friends because they feel sorry for you.'
'The people who truly loved you are dead. Your alone.'
'Why would anyone want to care for you?'
It was like a little voice in her head that would not stop talking. No matter how much she tried to shut it out or escape it, it always returned. Sango sometimes felt as if she wasn't even supposed to be alive. She should of stayed down and die with her family. She took an unsteady sigh and closed her eyes.
Just then the bushes rustled and Sango snapped up. She realized that she was unarmed but she could fight. 'Why should I?' the little voice asked. 'Why not just layback down and let it kill me. Sure enough that is the best solution to all my problems.' It said. The bushes shook even more. Whatever was behind there would be out any moment. 'Sleep Sango. It will be over soon. You can see your family again. You can be happy. Sleep.' The voice said. Its tone was low, gentle, and soft. Sleep....
No! She couldn't. Not while Kohaku was still out there. Not while he was unprotected. She wanted to put him to rest. To avenge his death and stop the little voice of guilt and self-pity that was eating her up inside. When he was safe then she would be happy. She vowed that her revenge would be paid and wouldn't rest until Naraku was cold and dead. The bushes parted and something walked out.
Miroku came out and Sano relaxed a bit. She then tensed up again, realizing the fact that he was probably here to be perverted.
"No need, Sango. I just want to sit with you." He said. She studied him for a bit and hesitantly nodded. If he tried something then she would be ready. He took a seat next to her and let out a sigh of relaxation.
"The festival is to start soon. You are going to be there, are you not?" Miroku asked. Sango wasn't really sure. She could pretend to have a good time but then she would only find herself watching and sulking as Miroku flirted with the village women. She hated to admit it sometimes but she really liked the lecher. He's smart, brave, good looking... Sango slapped herself mentally.
'Why am I thinking all those things?' she asked herself. 'It's obvious I'm just a back up for him. Especially if there are no women that look pleasing to him. Yet still..'
"Sango are you well?" Miroku asked. The concern in his voice was easily detected.
"Hai. I'm going." She finally said. Miroku placed his hand on her forehead and cheeks, checking her temperature. "If you are not well then perhaps we should skip it. I'll go get you some food." Miroku said getting up. He tried to walk away but Sango pulled on his sleeve.
"I'm fine." She said. She was blushing from Miroku's touch on her skin. Miroku frowned. "Are you sure?" he asked and Sango gave a firm nod. Miroku finally brightened up.
"Good. Then I wish to tell you something."
"Nani?"Sango asked. Miroku pulled her up and cupped her hands in his. He took a shaky breath and swallowed.
"I know I've hurt you in the past. I know that I aggravate you sometimes and I wish to apologize. Sango, these feelings that I have for you are very different from the way I've felt with other women. Your smile makes my heart skip a beat; your laugh makes my blood race, your voice, your eyes, your every move just makes me want to want to hold you and never let go. Just your presence alone just makes me go crazy. Sango, I'm in love with you. Even if you don't believe me, I don't care. Just tell me you understand. Tell me you know that I want to love and protect you. That's all I want to hear." He said.
Sango just stared at him. An unemotional expression upon her face. 'Was this just another one of his tricks? Another lie?' she thought. She stared into his eyes and could trace nothing but fear. The fear of being rejected. For a while they stared at each other in silence. Until finally Miroku sighed and released her hands. She had rejected him. She didn't believe him and therefore he was wasting his time trying to win over someone he had deeply hurt. "I understand." He said and began to walk away.
"Do you really mean it?" Sango's soft and fragile voice floated into his ears. She was scared. Afraid that he would feed her lies then one day leave her for another. She didn't want to be alone anymore. Miroku turned.
"Do you really want to love a protect me? Will you promise not to abandon me because of some young and beautiful village girl?" Sango asked. Miroku raced to her side.
"As long as I have you, then no one else matters." He said. She smiled as tears trailed down her cheeks and threw her arms around his neck. They shared their first passionate kiss. Sango still crying her tears of joy. When they broke away Miroku moved behind her and held her in his arms. Sango felt safe and happy just watching the final ray of sun fall and the sky quickly darken.
She still remembered her vow and this new love did not change it. Though she was happy now. She was happy that she wouldn't have to be alone anymore. She knew now, without a doubt that as long as she had Miroku's love, she could do anything. Slowly the little voice began to fade away.
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"It stopped raining." Kagome said. Negoda looked up and nodded.
"Good. The festival will continue." He replied.
Slowly the wind music began to die down. The two listened to the final part of the melody and felt totally at ease. Though finally, when the music came to a complete stop, Kagome put on a stubborn grin. Negoda noticed the glint in her eye and had an idea of what was coming. 'I need a distraction.. and quick!' his mind raced.
"Negoda?"
"Hai?"
Kagome moved closer and closer to his face until their noses were almost touching. Negoda was (for once in his life) completely shocked and speechless. "What are you, Negoda?" Kagome asked softly. Negoda snapped himself out of it.
"Why are you babbling on about this?" Negoda asked moving back a few inches. "You know who I am. I'm Negoda Tetchen. Your friend and mentor. Are you feeling all right?" Negoda said so quickly that it sounded as if it were all one sentence.
"I said WHAT are you. Not WHO are you. I know who you are." Kagome said smiling. Negoda only frowned at this. He knew that there was no escaping it this time. He would have to tell her eventually but what would her reaction be? Fear? Rejection?
Negoda knew that Kagome would never act this way, but he was certain that she would treat him differently. Negoda didn't want that. He wanted Kagome to laugh and joke and get mad around him. If she started acting different then he would be isolated from her life. He was just about ready to pray to god that this would not happen. Slowly he took a deep breath and began to speak.
"Kagome.I'm--" but Negoda was suddenly interrupted as a powerful force pulled at Kagome. She was jerked back so hard that Negoda lost his grip on her and hit the ground. Though using his reflexes he pushed up with his hand and flipped onto his feet. Kagome was a few feet away from him and was getting up and dusting off.
"That one was much more powerful then the last." She mumbled.
"The last? This has happened before?" Negoda asked. Kagome gave a firm nod. Negoda was about to say something else but was alarmed as a black hole suddenly formed from behind Kagome. The invisible forced pulled at her once again and she was sucked in.
"Kagome!" Negoda called, but was too late. The hole had dissolved into thin air, briging Kagome with it.
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Kagome slammed onto the hard stone ground. She took a deep breath instead of crying out and looked around. She was in a clearing in the forest and appeared to be alone. Slowly she got up and rubbed her lower back, trying to relive the pain that the hard floor had inflicted on her.
"Welcome." A voice echoed off from somewhere. A man jumped down from where he had been hiding and smiled at Kagome charmingly. Though Kagome was not amused.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked harshly. The smile on the man's face melted into an evil scowl.
"You shouldn't talk to your betters that way." He said. Kagome just stretched. "You are not my better." She said.
The man had long black hair that was tied back and wore a headband on his forehead. (Think Kouga's style.) His clothes were like those of a samurai and at his side hung a katana.
"A man is always better than a woman." The man replied coldly. Kagome's hands clenched into fists and they began to glow in her miko powers.
"What you say?" Kagome asked. "Only idiots think that! Your probably just some third rate weakling with nothing to do but pick on girls!" she shouted. The man looked at Kagome's glowing fists and began to laugh.
"I hope you're not serious on attacking me." he then pulled out his katana and pointed the edge at Kagome. "Are you?" he asked in such a serious voice that he sounded like Sesshomaru. "Because if you are, I'd kill you faster than you could blink."
Kagome jumped up into the air and lunged at him. "I'd like to see you try and kill me!" she yelled. She aimed for his stomach but in a flash he was behind her and punched her down. Kagome quickly got up again and attacked him but the man just slapped her and sent her flying into a tree.
Kagome wiped the trickle of blood that flowed down her right nostril. Then she concentrated real hard and her pink power flew out at him. It hit him in his chest and Kagome gave a cry of joy, but it was quickly replaced by astonishment and a little bit of fear.
The man had not even moved an inch. The hit just bounced off his body and dissolved. He smirked. "Your too weak." He spat at her. Within a second he was behind her and ready to strike. Kagome tried to move away but tripped on her kimono and fell. 'Note to self: Wear fighting clothes under my kimono.' Kagome thought to herself. The back of the man's katana slammed down on Kagome's shoulder. The bone was pushed out of place and Kagome screamed.
The man placed his foot on her back and pushed a little weight on her, so that his foot pinned her down. "I am, Kazumatta Ozonu. The dark angel, and you will aid me in killing Negoda Tetchen."
---------- ---------------------------- --------------------------------- -- ------------------------ -------- Sango sat leaning on the base of an old tree. She smiled as she watched the rain slow and begin to stop. The wet grass and soil making their clean spring aroma rise into the air. It made Sango feel calm and at peace, even if another feeling lingered in her soul. The loneliness. Since the day her family had died she had felt alone.
Often she had felt this feeling. The thoughts racing through her head:
'They're only pretending to be your friends because they feel sorry for you.'
'The people who truly loved you are dead. Your alone.'
'Why would anyone want to care for you?'
It was like a little voice in her head that would not stop talking. No matter how much she tried to shut it out or escape it, it always returned. Sango sometimes felt as if she wasn't even supposed to be alive. She should of stayed down and die with her family. She took an unsteady sigh and closed her eyes.
Just then the bushes rustled and Sango snapped up. She realized that she was unarmed but she could fight. 'Why should I?' the little voice asked. 'Why not just layback down and let it kill me. Sure enough that is the best solution to all my problems.' It said. The bushes shook even more. Whatever was behind there would be out any moment. 'Sleep Sango. It will be over soon. You can see your family again. You can be happy. Sleep.' The voice said. Its tone was low, gentle, and soft. Sleep....
No! She couldn't. Not while Kohaku was still out there. Not while he was unprotected. She wanted to put him to rest. To avenge his death and stop the little voice of guilt and self-pity that was eating her up inside. When he was safe then she would be happy. She vowed that her revenge would be paid and wouldn't rest until Naraku was cold and dead. The bushes parted and something walked out.
Miroku came out and Sano relaxed a bit. She then tensed up again, realizing the fact that he was probably here to be perverted.
"No need, Sango. I just want to sit with you." He said. She studied him for a bit and hesitantly nodded. If he tried something then she would be ready. He took a seat next to her and let out a sigh of relaxation.
"The festival is to start soon. You are going to be there, are you not?" Miroku asked. Sango wasn't really sure. She could pretend to have a good time but then she would only find herself watching and sulking as Miroku flirted with the village women. She hated to admit it sometimes but she really liked the lecher. He's smart, brave, good looking... Sango slapped herself mentally.
'Why am I thinking all those things?' she asked herself. 'It's obvious I'm just a back up for him. Especially if there are no women that look pleasing to him. Yet still..'
"Sango are you well?" Miroku asked. The concern in his voice was easily detected.
"Hai. I'm going." She finally said. Miroku placed his hand on her forehead and cheeks, checking her temperature. "If you are not well then perhaps we should skip it. I'll go get you some food." Miroku said getting up. He tried to walk away but Sango pulled on his sleeve.
"I'm fine." She said. She was blushing from Miroku's touch on her skin. Miroku frowned. "Are you sure?" he asked and Sango gave a firm nod. Miroku finally brightened up.
"Good. Then I wish to tell you something."
"Nani?"Sango asked. Miroku pulled her up and cupped her hands in his. He took a shaky breath and swallowed.
"I know I've hurt you in the past. I know that I aggravate you sometimes and I wish to apologize. Sango, these feelings that I have for you are very different from the way I've felt with other women. Your smile makes my heart skip a beat; your laugh makes my blood race, your voice, your eyes, your every move just makes me want to want to hold you and never let go. Just your presence alone just makes me go crazy. Sango, I'm in love with you. Even if you don't believe me, I don't care. Just tell me you understand. Tell me you know that I want to love and protect you. That's all I want to hear." He said.
Sango just stared at him. An unemotional expression upon her face. 'Was this just another one of his tricks? Another lie?' she thought. She stared into his eyes and could trace nothing but fear. The fear of being rejected. For a while they stared at each other in silence. Until finally Miroku sighed and released her hands. She had rejected him. She didn't believe him and therefore he was wasting his time trying to win over someone he had deeply hurt. "I understand." He said and began to walk away.
"Do you really mean it?" Sango's soft and fragile voice floated into his ears. She was scared. Afraid that he would feed her lies then one day leave her for another. She didn't want to be alone anymore. Miroku turned.
"Do you really want to love a protect me? Will you promise not to abandon me because of some young and beautiful village girl?" Sango asked. Miroku raced to her side.
"As long as I have you, then no one else matters." He said. She smiled as tears trailed down her cheeks and threw her arms around his neck. They shared their first passionate kiss. Sango still crying her tears of joy. When they broke away Miroku moved behind her and held her in his arms. Sango felt safe and happy just watching the final ray of sun fall and the sky quickly darken.
She still remembered her vow and this new love did not change it. Though she was happy now. She was happy that she wouldn't have to be alone anymore. She knew now, without a doubt that as long as she had Miroku's love, she could do anything. Slowly the little voice began to fade away.
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"It stopped raining." Kagome said. Negoda looked up and nodded.
"Good. The festival will continue." He replied.
Slowly the wind music began to die down. The two listened to the final part of the melody and felt totally at ease. Though finally, when the music came to a complete stop, Kagome put on a stubborn grin. Negoda noticed the glint in her eye and had an idea of what was coming. 'I need a distraction.. and quick!' his mind raced.
"Negoda?"
"Hai?"
Kagome moved closer and closer to his face until their noses were almost touching. Negoda was (for once in his life) completely shocked and speechless. "What are you, Negoda?" Kagome asked softly. Negoda snapped himself out of it.
"Why are you babbling on about this?" Negoda asked moving back a few inches. "You know who I am. I'm Negoda Tetchen. Your friend and mentor. Are you feeling all right?" Negoda said so quickly that it sounded as if it were all one sentence.
"I said WHAT are you. Not WHO are you. I know who you are." Kagome said smiling. Negoda only frowned at this. He knew that there was no escaping it this time. He would have to tell her eventually but what would her reaction be? Fear? Rejection?
Negoda knew that Kagome would never act this way, but he was certain that she would treat him differently. Negoda didn't want that. He wanted Kagome to laugh and joke and get mad around him. If she started acting different then he would be isolated from her life. He was just about ready to pray to god that this would not happen. Slowly he took a deep breath and began to speak.
"Kagome.I'm--" but Negoda was suddenly interrupted as a powerful force pulled at Kagome. She was jerked back so hard that Negoda lost his grip on her and hit the ground. Though using his reflexes he pushed up with his hand and flipped onto his feet. Kagome was a few feet away from him and was getting up and dusting off.
"That one was much more powerful then the last." She mumbled.
"The last? This has happened before?" Negoda asked. Kagome gave a firm nod. Negoda was about to say something else but was alarmed as a black hole suddenly formed from behind Kagome. The invisible forced pulled at her once again and she was sucked in.
"Kagome!" Negoda called, but was too late. The hole had dissolved into thin air, briging Kagome with it.
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Kagome slammed onto the hard stone ground. She took a deep breath instead of crying out and looked around. She was in a clearing in the forest and appeared to be alone. Slowly she got up and rubbed her lower back, trying to relive the pain that the hard floor had inflicted on her.
"Welcome." A voice echoed off from somewhere. A man jumped down from where he had been hiding and smiled at Kagome charmingly. Though Kagome was not amused.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked harshly. The smile on the man's face melted into an evil scowl.
"You shouldn't talk to your betters that way." He said. Kagome just stretched. "You are not my better." She said.
The man had long black hair that was tied back and wore a headband on his forehead. (Think Kouga's style.) His clothes were like those of a samurai and at his side hung a katana.
"A man is always better than a woman." The man replied coldly. Kagome's hands clenched into fists and they began to glow in her miko powers.
"What you say?" Kagome asked. "Only idiots think that! Your probably just some third rate weakling with nothing to do but pick on girls!" she shouted. The man looked at Kagome's glowing fists and began to laugh.
"I hope you're not serious on attacking me." he then pulled out his katana and pointed the edge at Kagome. "Are you?" he asked in such a serious voice that he sounded like Sesshomaru. "Because if you are, I'd kill you faster than you could blink."
Kagome jumped up into the air and lunged at him. "I'd like to see you try and kill me!" she yelled. She aimed for his stomach but in a flash he was behind her and punched her down. Kagome quickly got up again and attacked him but the man just slapped her and sent her flying into a tree.
Kagome wiped the trickle of blood that flowed down her right nostril. Then she concentrated real hard and her pink power flew out at him. It hit him in his chest and Kagome gave a cry of joy, but it was quickly replaced by astonishment and a little bit of fear.
The man had not even moved an inch. The hit just bounced off his body and dissolved. He smirked. "Your too weak." He spat at her. Within a second he was behind her and ready to strike. Kagome tried to move away but tripped on her kimono and fell. 'Note to self: Wear fighting clothes under my kimono.' Kagome thought to herself. The back of the man's katana slammed down on Kagome's shoulder. The bone was pushed out of place and Kagome screamed.
The man placed his foot on her back and pushed a little weight on her, so that his foot pinned her down. "I am, Kazumatta Ozonu. The dark angel, and you will aid me in killing Negoda Tetchen."