Well, you wanted more, you gotted more. Yes, I know gotted isn't a word, but I felt like writing it. I never realized how long that last chapter was. I'm getting better! It feels good.
And has anyone figured out where I got Siria's name from? You might have to read the glossary section of the last chapter, ya know, where there's all those translations at the bottom. You might have to think about it for a while. Now to talk to my reviewers^.^
Fireball (love the name^.^), I'm sorry I'm not torturing anybody else in my fics, and I torture Miroku a lot, but that's only because he's my favorite…and I bet I'm getting a lot of odd stares right now. Don't look at me!! I try to torture the others, but it doesn't work. I'm good at Miroku torture, but I promise to try a little more later, okay? Gomen!
And to VW#4 (lol…I love your review name^.^ I'm shocked you use it…but I know you're not serious) I am evil…well, or so I am told. I think I am…yeah, I'm evil. *evil smirk* Uh…yeah. I'm not talking in complete sentences right now.
Blades of Ice, I'm sorry I confused you…or is confusion a good thing? Maybe cause I'm in a constant state of confusion, I think it's good? I don't know. I'm trying to sort out how I'm gonna tie this all in^.^ I'm confused as well…so you're not alone.
dEeYaN, Siria is…um…what her name is? Look at the first letters of five of the glossary words in the last chapter. I think I put them in order^.^ If not…gomen!
Hershey, I want you to know that I update a lot during the summer, so be expecting lots of chapters from me^.^ And I'm glad you're starting to like Siria. She's slightly based off of a character from another fic I wrote.
Chris-Redfield26, yes! Miroku torture! There will be more! Either physically of mentally, because he's the only one I'm really good at torturing. I'm glad you like all the torture. It's good to know I'm not alone^.^
Thank you to you guys for reviewing my chapter. I love reviews. They keep me going.
And if you've ever read some of my other fics, then you will know that I have to have a complete song chapter. So here it is!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, and I'm still broke, and will be until August, since my mom is making me save my money for our vacation then. And I don't own the song "Crawling in the Dark." Hoobastank does.
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*When fate has too many slips, it can take a lot out of people. A slip isn't meant to happen often, but sometimes it can't be helped. Fate is a very confusing matter and no one likes to think much about it. A slip, however, is even more complex. The further in you go, the more confusing it gets. Isn't that always the case? The further in, the more detailed, and the harder it is to see what's happening. It's the same thing with the matter of fate and destiny. However, with that topic, if you go in too far, you may get stuck. There's no conclusion to this matter, because it is based off of philosophy and assumptions. Believe what you want to, but you can't defy fate. However, if you don't believe in fate, then you are most likely better off. You'll never miss an opportunity. You will drive your own life. If people tell themselves that something does not exist, then they will no longer see it. Ignorance. That's what it is. But fate isn't ignorant…or is it?*
(Music Starts)
"Yume!" called Sango. She was in the dream area where Yume usually was. The bright, multicolored lights were everywhere, lighting the darkness. Suddenly, the dream weaver appeared in front of her. Sango smiled at Yume, but her smile soon fell when she remembered the questions she needed to ask.
"Hello again, Sango-sama," said Yume, her kind smile making it hard for Sango to ask such questions.
"Yume, is it true?" she asked quietly. Yume's smile also faded when she heard the question.
"What do you mean, Sango-sama?" she asked.
"Don't play with me, Yume. I know you can see into my mind. You know what I'm asking." Yume was silent. "Did you do it?" Sango had asked it in a low and quiet voice, with a tinge of venom in it. Yume sighed. This was the one thing she didn't want to do, but she wasn't going to lie to Sango.
"It's true, Sango-sama…all of it. I'm the one…who's been behind the attacks. The one who controls Siria and Cycil…it's me…all of it was by me. Gomen nasai…Sango-sama." Her eyes truly did express her pain and regret.
"Doushite?" asked Sango, still not believing what she heard.
"I'm a dream weaver, Sango-sama, it's what I do. I'm one of the six hateshi. It's my duty…I have no choice…forgive me, Sango-sama, but all of you have to die now…starting with Miroku-sama."
"Nani? Demo…"
"Sayonara, Sango-sama." And with that, Yume was gone, taking with her the scene. Sango was now left in the darkness. 'I have to get up…I have to warn Houshi-sama.' She was still in the darkness. 'I have to wake up! I have to…wake up!'
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(Music gets louder)
Sango shot up, breathing hard. Her face was full of shock. She calmed down and then looked around. She was in the clearing they had found and it was dark now, the full moon shining brightly above the forest. Sango had fallen asleep next to Miroku not long ago, but when she looked for him, he was gone.
"Houshi-sama?" she questioned, but there was no answer. He was nowhere to be found in the clearing. Sango quickly got up, stumbling a little in her hurry, but soon balancing out. She began to run through the forest, and soon ended up in another clearing not far from where they had set up camp. She looked around and followed a dirt trail, hoping to find Miroku.
"Houshi-sama!" she called out, looking around for him. It was slightly hard to see straight in the dark. "Houshi-sama, where are you? Housh-sama!"
(I will dedicate
And sacrifice my everything for just a seconds worth
Of how my story's ending)
Sango kept running along the trail.
"Houshi-sama!"
"Nani?" asked a voice from her side. Sango turned and smiled, but it soon faded. It wasn't Miroku. It was a houshi, however, who seemed to be quite concerned for Sango. He was much older than Miroku, about the age a houshi normally was. Miroku was an exception. He was still quite young, but he had been a houshi all his life. This houshi wore more regal like robes that gave him a very respected look. His staff was made of wood instead of metal. Once again, Miroku was an exception, since he fought youkai so often. A wooden staff would have broke hundreds of times over from the things he does with his own shakujou. The older houshi eyed Sango worriedly. People didn't usually go out so late at night, and the sudden frown on her face made it appear as if something was wrong.
"Gomen nasai…I'm looking for a friend of mine. He's got dark hair, blue eyes, carries a shakujou…" She then realized that that description fit a lot of people. "He's a young houshi," she said, after realizing her description wasn't very good. "He has a rosary wrapped around his right hand." The houshi in front of her smiled.
"I think I saw him. A young houshi passed through here not that long ago. He seemed to be deep in thought and didn't even bother acknowledging I was there. He seemed to be injured as well."
"That's him! Onegai. Tell me where he went," pleaded Sango.
"He walked off that way." The man pointed down the trail.
"Arigatou," said Sango as she bowed. She then ran down the trail, which took her into another forested area. She ran for a while until she came to another huge clearing. This one had a short hill that led into a small valley. On the other side of the valley was a forest. Sango smiled when she walked farther out into the clearing. Standing on the hill was Miroku, who happened to be looking up at the stars.
"Houshi-sama," said Sango in a relieved voice.
(And I wish I could know
If the directions that I take
And all the choices that I make
Won't end up all for nothing)
Miroku turned around and looked directly at Sango, his expression showing worry and pain. Sango's smile fell as she walked closer to him.
"Houshi-sama, doushitano?" she asked. He lowered his head and turned it away.
"Nandemo, Sango." His voice was sad and quiet.
"Houshi-sama…" She reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched away, meeting her eyes once again. Sango withdrew her hand.
"Stay away," he said. "I…" His body was quivering. Something was definitely wrong with him.
"Doushitano? Tell me."
"You…saw everything, didn't you," he said, more in a statement than a question. "You saw…everything that was in my soul."
"That's not true."
"You saw me in my pain, all of you did, and you helped me, demo…Sango…when you touched me…when I hugged you…you saw it."
"I saw what?" she asked, although she already knew what he meant.
"You saw my…my hopes…my desires…" Sango thought back. In that moment he had hugged her, his every thought was transferred into her. She saw his every want, need, and desire. He strongly wanted two things. To end his curse…and…
"Houshi-sama…" She looked towards him as he waited for her to give him some kind of sign, some kind of condolence. An awkward silence soon fell upon the two. Neither knew what to say during a time like this. It was all so strange and new. After a while, Sango opened her mouth to say something. However, there wasn't time for it. Sango's eyes went wide as she saw a point of light heading right towards him. She had completely forgotten her original reason as to why she wanted to find him. "Houshi-sama!" she shouted. His features became confused. Sango ran towards him. "Look out!" There wasn't any time for him to get out of the way. It was going to fast. There was only one thing Sango could do. She reached him and shoved him out of the way, just as the beam reached their position on the hill.
(Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer)
The beam of light, which was actually made of youki, hit Sango right in the stomach. A surge of pain entered her body as it collided with her, burrowing through her flesh. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. She couldn't even hear her name as Miroku shouted for her, or even her own scream as the pain grew worse. The only sound was her heartbeat filling her ears, which echoed throughout her head, causing it to hurt. She flew thought the air, being sent back a great distance. The pain was more than she could bare and she knew the collision to the ground would not be any gentler on her body. She was happy, though. She had managed to save him, and even if it would cost her her own life, she was still happy. Yume had once before told her of her desires that lurked deep within her being. It was the well being of Miroku, and keeping him alive was part of that desire. She wasn't going to let herself die from this hit. She promised herself that right as she hit the ground, and lost consciousness. She would see him again…she wouldn't die. The beam disappeared after she had fallen. Her midriff was bleeding from the impact, but it wasn't a complete hole. The beam had only made half of a hole in her stomach. All the while, Miroku could do nothing but watch as it all happened, which, to him, was worse than if it would have hit him.
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Yume's whole body pulsed as she sat in her thrown. Her eyes went wide and she began to shake from fear, or was it from worry? She didn't know, but her whole body felt as if it was on fire right now. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Why now? Why did this have to start happening now, and what did it mean? She didn't know, and wasn't sure if she wanted to.
"It happened again…impossible…another slip…how? I don't understand." Her mind was running in circles and it hurt to think about it. "Two slips in one day…and caused by the same group of people…I don't understand…this doesn't make sense. What's going on?"
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(Is there something more
Than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer)
"Sango!" shouted Miroku, finally finding the strength and will to move. He ran to the fallen taijiya, who was now unconscious as hot, crimson blood flowed out of her wound and down her sides. Miroku quickly, but gently, picked her up in his arms and began to run back to the clearing he had woken up in. He had to carefully tuck the shakujou under one arm. He couldn't just leave it there, otherwise he would be defenseless if something attacked them. The Kazaana wasn't always a reliable weapon. He could feel Sango's ragged breathing, since he was holding onto her so tightly. His robes would be stained with blood at this point, but he didn't care. He sped up in his pace. He had to save Sango.
In the forest on the opposite side of the valley, Cycil wasn't at all happy.
"Kuso. I missed him. Then I'll just try again," she said to herself. However, the dark gray stone, her kiseki, pulsed before she could do anything more. She pulled her hand back and turned partially. "Another slip…kuso. This wasn't supposed to happen." Two slips in one day was making her edgy. She wanted to finish someone off soon, and every time she got the chance, something went wrong. This all felt familiar to her. She was carrying out orders to kill someone by a dream weaver. History was repeating itself for the sixth time in her case. However, this time was different, and she was well aware of it. It was time to leave, however, and see what Yume had to say about this. She then turned the rest of the way around and walked off into the forest, taking her sweet time.
(Help me carry on
Assure me it's okay to use my heart and not my eyes
To navigate the darkness)
Siria was walking through the forest when her kiseki pulsed. She stopped walking and looked down at it, but soon looked up again, not bothering to think about it. There was so much she didn't understand right now, and she didn't feel like thinking about it at this moment. She only had one thing on her mind, and that was to find something from her past. Just anything. She wanted to remember more about what had happened. Nothing was making sense. What she had seen was only the first 20 years of her life. She could only remember the last 10, since that's when she had started working for Yume. What happened to the other 70 years of her life? What had she done? It scared her to think about what might have happened during that time. Suddenly, she stopped walking. Something didn't feel right. The forest shook with the sudden feeling of anxiety.
(Will the ending be ever coming suddenly?
Will I ever get to see the ending to my story?)
Suddenly, her Toukengai pulsed, and the world before her eyes disappeared. All she saw was the color red, but it soon faded into darkness. She then saw a ruined village, bodies scattered everywhere, and in the middle of it all stood a crimson haired girl, holding a blood-covered sword. The scene shifted and she watched as she saw herself slaughter hundreds of people. They were from villages, from armies, from castles, everywhere. She had slaughtered thousands of people and youkai alike as she continued to watch the scene before her. It hurt her to watch it.
"You wanted to know…" whispered a voice in the back of her head. "This is only part of what you did. You were a mercenary though, so don't worry…It was your duty; you were hired…there's more, however. There's more of your life that was similar to that of Yoka's. You lost so many families."
"No…" said Siria. "Get away…get out of my head!" And with that, the scene disappeared, being replaced with reality. "I don't want to see this right now, not now." She shook her head and continued walking, staggering slightly, but quickly balancing out.
(Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer)
Cycil was slammed into a tree hard. She slid down it and looked up at her attackers. She had picked a bad time to walk through the forest. Ten youkai decided to attack her. Actually, they were oni youkai like creatures. They were all twice as tall as she was and had sharp fangs and claws. Cycil was being tossed around and she was unable to get away fast enough for it to matter. She couldn't even land a punch right now, since they blocked and then attacked. She crouched down and then launched herself at one of them, but another came from the side and struck her down. She crashed through another tree, and then forced herself to stand up, despite the pain shooting through her body. She was breathing hard from having the wind knocked out of her so many times. It was obvious that these youkai weren't about to let her leave here alive.
"Kuso. I have to get out of here."
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(Is there something more
Than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer)
Miroku ran down the trail and soon found himself in the clearing where they had set up camp. However, it was vacant. No one was there, not even a sign that they had been there.
"Iya…where did they go?" He then turned around and ran back through the forest and onto the trail. He stopped and looked around. He then saw someone. This man was also a houshi. Miroku ran up to him.
"Have you seen anyone pass by here?" asked Miroku. The houshi turned to look at him and then down at the girl in his arms. The houshi frowned.
"I see she found you, but something must have happened." He looked at the worried and panicked expression on Miroku's face. "I saw three people pass by, more or less. One was human, another was a hanyou…there was a kitsune, and a neko youkai." Miroku's face brightened slightly. There was still hope to save Sango.
"That's them! Where did they go?"
"They went that way. There's a hut down there that's been abandoned for a few years. I'm willing to bet they went there."
"Arigatou gozaimasu," said Miroku as he ran passed the houshi and towards the direction he had pointed to.
(Music without words starts)
Cycil was smashed into another tree. Her body was battered and torn in many places. Crimson blood poured out of her wounds and dripped onto the forest floor. The oni youkai were enjoying her pain. She hated it. Their sickening grins were giving her a sick feeling in her stomach. They wanted to devour her, or maybe just kill her to see her blood. She wasn't sure which it was.
"Maybe…I deserve this…" she said out loud. "I've done so much." She thought back to her own life. She had been a lot like these youkai around her. She had worked for all of those people. Every hateshi. It wasn't something she was proud of. Suteki had been the first, and that was by far the worst one she had worked for. Suteki enjoyed watching people die and doing things her own way. She was present at every slaughter Cycil carried out. Cycil blocked out the memories. She didn't want to see it anymore. She didn't want to see the blood that was still on her hands. It would never leave her. They were too stained with the blood of people and youkai that it would never come off. There was no way to repent for her sins. She had gone too far. 'Maybe this is fate's way of getting back at me…demo…this is a slip…so I choose whether I die or live…but I…can't make it this time…however, I'll keep trying. I want to go back to my friends…' Cycil stood proudly as another youkai threw her back into another tree. She was determined now. She had to stay alive, not matter what. She wanted to see Yume and Siria again.
(So when and how will I know?)
Meanwhile, Miroku kept running, holding the bleeding Sango. He had to treat her wounds and fast, otherwise it would be too late. It was a pretty big wound and it was deep. Miroku ran faster, even though he was about ready to collapse and all of this running wasn't doing his leg wound any good. He was sure he had torn open the wound. He could feel the pain from it and the bandage was now wet with his blood. He didn't care any more. He just wanted to save Sango. He soon found relief when he saw the hut. He ran up and threw open the door. Kagome, Shippo, and Inuyasha all looked up from their late dinner and saw Miroku standing in the doorway, panting. Kirara perked up as she saw him, but she soon lost the happiness in her posture when she saw her mistress in his arms and bleeding.
"Miroku-sama?" asked Kagome. Her eyes went wide as she noticed who was in his arms. All of them had noticed by now and they quickly got up to help Miroku take care of Sango. Only one thought ran through Miroku's head, echoing as if it were a chant. 'Shinu na…Sango…onegai.'
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(How much further do I have to go?
How much longer until I finally know?
Because I'm looking and I just can't see what's in front of me
In front of me)
Siria ran through the forest now. Something didn't feel right. There was a strange presence in the area. That was another one of her "gifts" from Suteki. She had the senses of a youkai and power that she never knew existed. She was stronger than any ningen and she had the Toukengai, the sword that devoured the blood of anything it cut through. It could never be blood stained, but the blade would glow red when she used it, as if it was reminding her of how stained it truly was. She ran faster, passing trees and rocks. The forest was thick and the trees rustled in the slight breeze. It made the whole forest seem alive and out to get her. Something was definitely wrong with this. It just didn't feel right. Suddenly, her Toukengai pulsed again. She stopped running and looked down at it. It pulsed again and she reached down to it and placed her hand on the hilt. She unsheathed her sword and looked at it. It pulsed once again and began to glow a bright red. It was as if the sword was trying to tell her something. It was scaring her. She sheathed the sword and continued running along. It didn't pulse for a while, until she reached a wider section of the forest. The pulse from the sword caused her to slow down. Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind a tree. It was a young man, dressed in dark, regal clothing. His head was down and he kept one hand on the tree.
(Show me what it's for
Make me understand it)
Siria stopped dead in her tracks. She looked at the man, her eyes wide. He lifted his head to reveal a pair of dark brown eyes. His hair was short, black, and messy. Siria didn't know what to do. She was frozen to the spot, unable to do anything. 'Impossible…that man…' She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Years and years of her life began to flash before her. Was he a ghost from her past? What did he want? Was this the atonement for her sins? Nothing made sense. He shouldn't have been able to be there. The dead shouldn't be allowed to walk amongst the living. But then what did that say about her? Was 'Siria' really still alive? Someone who's lived for as long as she has was more of less dead, right? How was she different from them…from a zombie? She didn't want to look away from the man, but she couldn't stand seeing him. She couldn't believe he was here. She then blinked and held it for a while. When she opened her eyes, he was gone, but her sword pulsed again.
(I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer)
She took off into the forest, looking around for the young man. 'He looked just like him…but that can't be…that was practically a century ago…but still…' She continued to run at a speed unreachable to most human beings. The trees and her surroundings were nothing more than blurs of green, brown, and black. It was a level of speed that only the greatest of youkai could reach. Her determination drove her forward. It was more than just that, however. Her fear and adrenaline was what else made her speed increase so greatly. She had to find him. She wasn't going to let him leave like that. 'It wasn't an illusion…the Toukengai was pulsing…he was real…I wasn't seeing things.'
(Is there something more
Than what I've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark
Looking for the answer)
Siria jumped up and burst out of the forest, into a clearing that was made of a cliff. It was high above the valley below it. If someone fell from there, they would surely die. Siria run out onto the cliff, which was actually quite cracked, but she didn't mind. She didn't even notice the cracking sound that followed when she stepped out onto it. She frantically looked around for any signs of the young man, but she found none. He was gone. There wasn't a sign of him anywhere. 'How can this be? Where else would he have gone? He wouldn't have jumped…or did he?' Suddenly, the ground began to break, and the ledge of the cliff gave way, taking Siria with it. She felt complete fear as she fell from the cliff and began to plummet with the rocks from the cliff.
(No words in music)
Cycil was thrown to the ground, and she wasn't about to get up this time. The youkai stood around her, grinning evilly. One raised its clawed hand above her head and just held it there, allowing her to feel the fear before her death. 'Iya…' she thought to herself. 'I don't want to die yet…onegai…save me…I don't want to die!' The youkai brought its claws down towards her.
"Yume!" she shouted out as her last, desperate cry. Would the dream weaver hear her?
Siria continued to plummet to the bottom of the cliff. Her eyes were tightly shut and she cringed as the cold winds from her decent whirled around her. She tilted her head back as a single tear fell from her left eye, mixing with the cold air. 'Everything…it was all for nothing…my life…meaningless.' Her sword pulsed at her side, but she ignored it. The pulse was most likely telling her of her own demise. Was the sword worried? Could a sword act on its own? She knew it could, but it wouldn't be able to save her. There was a pain in the back of her mind, something that she didn't understand. Was it fear, or was it her will…her will to live? 'I can't die yet! Not yet! Please don't let me die!' She shut her eyes even tighter as more tears fell from them. "I don't want to die!!"
"Yume!!" she shouted loudly, using her danna's name for the first time.
Suddenly, both Cycil and Siria disappeared from their places, just as they would have met their deaths. They appeared again on the floor of Yume's thrown room. The dream weaver was panting. Everything was just too much for her, and transporting both of them at the same time wasn't easy either. But there was no way she was about to let them die. She cared about them too much. Her eyes began to close as she fell from her thrown onto the cold, dark floor. For the first time in her life, she lost all consciousness. The last things she saw before she closed her eyes were the eyes of Siria and Cycil as they pushed themselves off the floor and ran over to her. Yume smiled as her eyes closed. She needed a good long sleep right now. Everything was too exhausting right now…she just needed to rest.
'Sango-sama…gomen nasai…please forgive me…'
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Well, that's it for now. I know it's not as long as the last one was, but I sorta was being pushed for time. People keep trying to stop me from writing stuff. Anyways, I hope you like this. Please review^.^
Hateshi –fate
Doushitano –what's the matter
Nandemo –nothing
Gomen nasai –I'm very sorry
Arigatou gozaimasu –a very formal way of saying thank you
I hope to write the next chapter soon, okay? And please read my friends fic. It's really good.
Bye for now^.^
