Hey everyone. I'm still all teary from the last chapter. I'm such a big
baby. And now I'm listening to the Misao image song, "Ice Blue Eyes". I
like it. *bobs head to music* Wow this chapter gonna be a toughy. Anyway on
to the show. Oh yeah and who's finer youko kurama or Sesshomaru and who's
hair is more brushable? Oh and sorry for the spelling errors, that lil neko
pointed out. Spelling is my worst subject so please beare with me. Oh and
thanks to kataka mistress shiningani (I'm not sure if I spelt that right)
for voting about sesshi and youko. Yeah there both really fine. Oh and for
those who care my other fic is called silver rose. I once called it fallen
petals of hope but it keeps acting all stupid so I changed it back to
silver rose.
Disclaimer: I donnot own any character of Inuyasha. I swear these things were invented to put our egos down. Jeez, they're so cruel.
Sango walked through the dense forest, completely oblivious to where she was heading. With each step the Taiji-ya took came pain, unbearable pain. She was in a completely different world, which flashed the images of Miroku dyeing in her eyes. These images were burning in her mind, making her want to scream out in agony. The sun had completely disappeared and was replaced by the moon and it's glistening followers. Hours passed, and she was still walking steadily, until she lost her footing on a root. Not bothering to put out her hands, she fell straight onto the grass. Sango lay there lifeless. She wondered how long it would take for a demon to come and eat her, if she just lay there. She wanted to be with them, her family and Houshi-sama. There was nothing left for her here. There was no reason for her existence. Her will was the only thing that kept her from committing suicide. She rolled on her back to gaze at the stars, while the images of her loved ones subsided.
"Mew" Kirara nuzzled her mistress's cheek, trying to comfort her in her time of need. Sango did not tare her eyes from the stars, but reached her hand to pet Kirara. "At least I still have you," she whispered. The broken slayer slowly drifted to the world of nightmares, where her tragedies would repeat themselves, mercilessly.
She tossed and turned as she saw houshi-sama being stabbed by the steaks, and as his blood flying on to her face. She whimpered as she saw Kohaku lying lifeless on the ground. And when she saw Kohaku kill her father her eyes shot open and she sat up. She was lying on a bed with satin covers strewed on her sweating body. The room was dark, but just light enough to notice the expensive painting of majestic animals all over the walls. Above her was a great wall scroll of Royokan (sp?). She had encountered him once before, when she was young and lost in the forest. He was a sweet demon, almost like a guardian. He had protected her from other demons, and helped her find her way back home. She wondered if he found her lost again, where would he bring her now? "Where am I?" She asked aloud. Hearing her voice, a figure appeared from behind the shadows. "You're in my palace. I found you wounded and unconscious on the forest floor. So I brought you here." Sango new this voice, It was extremely familiar. "Eneshi?" She looked at the prince as he nodded in confirmation. "I'll leave you now, Sango. You can come out when you're ready. My home is completely open to you." With that he left, and once again she was alone.
Sango sat in the room sorting through her thoughts. Would she stay here? If so, how long? She argued with herself for quite sometime until she finally decided on venturing out of her room. A nice walk through the gardens would probably do her some good. And maybe some food. "Come on Kirara." The little fire cat jumped from a small red satin pillow made especially for her, and joined her mistress.
Sango walked through the brightly lit corridors, until she finally reached the main room, where people were buzzing about. But she did not notice them, as for she was slipping in and out of reality as she walked. The servants and high royalty just stared at her, as she walked out of the front door. "Is that the prince's new woman?" Asked one of the queens to a servant girl. "No, I don't think so mam. I think she's just some stinky women he took pity on and brought here." Another woman interrupted. "You too should be ashamed of yourselves talking so lowly of someone you don't even know! I heard she's an experienced taiji-ya and is going through some rough times. Please treat her with sincerity." The plump woman rose from her seat and walked out the door, leaving the rest of the crowd behind. She was wearing a many layered rich Kimono. It's red satin color glistened in the sun. And her hair was pinned in a large bun at the top of her head. The woman walked through the garden in search for Sango. She wasn't sure why she was looking for her, maybe she was just curious about what had happened to her. The woman finally came upon a small figure, sitting lazily on one of the garden benches. "Hello dear, do you mind if I sit beside you?" The figure said nothing, so the woman took the silence as an ok. When she sat down Sango broke from her trance and jumped from the bench, unsheathing her sword ready to attack. Realizing it was just a noblewoman her sword dropped from her hand and onto the ground. And soon she collapsed as well, tears falling freely from her eyes once again. The slayer didn't care that this woman was watching her. If the same thing happened to her she would cry as well. She was sick of always trying to appear strong. She had emotions that hurt just as much as other woman, or even more. She wasn't as strong as everybody thought. The tears kept falling, and she put her face in her hands and continued to cry on her knees. Her heart was filling with so many emotions, she couldn't handle it. Betrayal, hurt, loneliness, and so much more.
The woman watched as the girl broke down infront of her very eyes. She wasn't sure of what to do, so she walked and knelt beside the fallen Taiji- ya. "Dear dear. It's alright to cry." She continued softly, as she stroked Sango's soft hair. "Yes, cry it all out. I'm sure what ever happened to have a slayer on her knees in tears must have been extremely painful. Yes, just cry, I'm here for you." And that was exactly what Sango did, she cried and cried until she had no more tears to shed. "They were killed." Sango mumbled almost inaudible. "Everyone I love. all belong to the earth now." The woman did not press for any details until Sango was ready to give them out. Instead she coaxed the young woman until she was willing to go back to the palace.
The two stood up. Sango felt a little better, after her small outburst, but still her heart pained and she figured it always would. She looked up at the noblewoman with gratitude. "What is your name?" "Shiori," she replied, "and yours?" Sango averted her eyes straight ahead. "My name is Sango. I'm sorry you had to see that back there." Shiori kept her soothing demeanor as she spoke, "One second you have everything, and the next you're left with nothing, it's completely understandable." The two walked to the castle and entered the grand hall leading to Sango's room "You know," said Shiori, "there's a ball room dance to honor your arrival. It would mean a lot to Prince Eneshi if you made an appearance." They walked into Sango's room, and on the bed was a lavender kimono with small white cranes. It was a beautiful material that Sango had never seen before, and it was lined with gold. Shiori went for the door. "Well, I do hope you come down." She then disappeared to her own room.
Sango sat on the bed and stared down at the kimono, contemplating if she should really go to the ball. She felt she wasn't ready. She still wanted to be alone. But why? So she could continue to grieve and wish herself dead. She sighed, unsure of what to do. Miroku had asked her to be happy. How could she be happy pining over his death? "Stupid monk, how am I suppose to be happy when you're not around." She decided that he would want her to go, so she would. She showered and dressed. Without much effort she pinned up her hair and left for the ballroom.
She arrived quite late, and people were already dancing and engaging in deep conversation. She hoped no one would bother her as she made her way to the food tables. At least she would get to fill her stomach.houshi-sama always ate like a pig. Her mind trailed off into memories of Miroku and a small tear slid down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away and returned to reality. She looked at the food, feeling her appetite suddenly gone. The Taiji-ya took in a deep breath and walked over to an empty seat and sat down. A man made his way up to her ready to ask her for a dance. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. Would you care to dance?" He waited for a reply but received none. Sango was in another trance. The man asked again and received nothing, so he walked away angry, muttering something about crazy people.
Eneshi noticed that Sango had come down to the ball. He was quite surprised, the shape he found her in, left him to believe that she would be isolating herself. She truly was strong, he thought to himself. He walked over to her. "Sango." He received no answer. "Sango?" Still she said nothing, still in another world. "Sango!" This time he almost shouted. She looked at him completely unknowing that she was crossing between worlds. "I was surprised you came down, and I was wondering if you would do me the honor of dancing with me." He extended his hand and she took it. They danced for a few songs. Sango didn't see any harm in just dancing. Though she wished it was Miroku she was dancing with instead of Eneshi. She longed to share moments like this with houshi-sama. "Sango, I know what happened to you. And I know I can never replace the love you had for the monk, Miroku, but I hope that with time you will give me a chance." Sango said nothing to this, like Eneshi expected. Miroku had told her to find someone, it was his last wish, so how could she say no. Maybe.
Bwahahahaha. Don't worry guys this is strictly Sango and Miroku. Ha! Eneshi could never take the place of Miroku. No one can! *growls at Sango fan boys*Poor Sango *tear* Anyway pleez review with your thoughts. Oh, and I want to make a AMV but I don't know how can someone tell me.
Disclaimer: I donnot own any character of Inuyasha. I swear these things were invented to put our egos down. Jeez, they're so cruel.
Sango walked through the dense forest, completely oblivious to where she was heading. With each step the Taiji-ya took came pain, unbearable pain. She was in a completely different world, which flashed the images of Miroku dyeing in her eyes. These images were burning in her mind, making her want to scream out in agony. The sun had completely disappeared and was replaced by the moon and it's glistening followers. Hours passed, and she was still walking steadily, until she lost her footing on a root. Not bothering to put out her hands, she fell straight onto the grass. Sango lay there lifeless. She wondered how long it would take for a demon to come and eat her, if she just lay there. She wanted to be with them, her family and Houshi-sama. There was nothing left for her here. There was no reason for her existence. Her will was the only thing that kept her from committing suicide. She rolled on her back to gaze at the stars, while the images of her loved ones subsided.
"Mew" Kirara nuzzled her mistress's cheek, trying to comfort her in her time of need. Sango did not tare her eyes from the stars, but reached her hand to pet Kirara. "At least I still have you," she whispered. The broken slayer slowly drifted to the world of nightmares, where her tragedies would repeat themselves, mercilessly.
She tossed and turned as she saw houshi-sama being stabbed by the steaks, and as his blood flying on to her face. She whimpered as she saw Kohaku lying lifeless on the ground. And when she saw Kohaku kill her father her eyes shot open and she sat up. She was lying on a bed with satin covers strewed on her sweating body. The room was dark, but just light enough to notice the expensive painting of majestic animals all over the walls. Above her was a great wall scroll of Royokan (sp?). She had encountered him once before, when she was young and lost in the forest. He was a sweet demon, almost like a guardian. He had protected her from other demons, and helped her find her way back home. She wondered if he found her lost again, where would he bring her now? "Where am I?" She asked aloud. Hearing her voice, a figure appeared from behind the shadows. "You're in my palace. I found you wounded and unconscious on the forest floor. So I brought you here." Sango new this voice, It was extremely familiar. "Eneshi?" She looked at the prince as he nodded in confirmation. "I'll leave you now, Sango. You can come out when you're ready. My home is completely open to you." With that he left, and once again she was alone.
Sango sat in the room sorting through her thoughts. Would she stay here? If so, how long? She argued with herself for quite sometime until she finally decided on venturing out of her room. A nice walk through the gardens would probably do her some good. And maybe some food. "Come on Kirara." The little fire cat jumped from a small red satin pillow made especially for her, and joined her mistress.
Sango walked through the brightly lit corridors, until she finally reached the main room, where people were buzzing about. But she did not notice them, as for she was slipping in and out of reality as she walked. The servants and high royalty just stared at her, as she walked out of the front door. "Is that the prince's new woman?" Asked one of the queens to a servant girl. "No, I don't think so mam. I think she's just some stinky women he took pity on and brought here." Another woman interrupted. "You too should be ashamed of yourselves talking so lowly of someone you don't even know! I heard she's an experienced taiji-ya and is going through some rough times. Please treat her with sincerity." The plump woman rose from her seat and walked out the door, leaving the rest of the crowd behind. She was wearing a many layered rich Kimono. It's red satin color glistened in the sun. And her hair was pinned in a large bun at the top of her head. The woman walked through the garden in search for Sango. She wasn't sure why she was looking for her, maybe she was just curious about what had happened to her. The woman finally came upon a small figure, sitting lazily on one of the garden benches. "Hello dear, do you mind if I sit beside you?" The figure said nothing, so the woman took the silence as an ok. When she sat down Sango broke from her trance and jumped from the bench, unsheathing her sword ready to attack. Realizing it was just a noblewoman her sword dropped from her hand and onto the ground. And soon she collapsed as well, tears falling freely from her eyes once again. The slayer didn't care that this woman was watching her. If the same thing happened to her she would cry as well. She was sick of always trying to appear strong. She had emotions that hurt just as much as other woman, or even more. She wasn't as strong as everybody thought. The tears kept falling, and she put her face in her hands and continued to cry on her knees. Her heart was filling with so many emotions, she couldn't handle it. Betrayal, hurt, loneliness, and so much more.
The woman watched as the girl broke down infront of her very eyes. She wasn't sure of what to do, so she walked and knelt beside the fallen Taiji- ya. "Dear dear. It's alright to cry." She continued softly, as she stroked Sango's soft hair. "Yes, cry it all out. I'm sure what ever happened to have a slayer on her knees in tears must have been extremely painful. Yes, just cry, I'm here for you." And that was exactly what Sango did, she cried and cried until she had no more tears to shed. "They were killed." Sango mumbled almost inaudible. "Everyone I love. all belong to the earth now." The woman did not press for any details until Sango was ready to give them out. Instead she coaxed the young woman until she was willing to go back to the palace.
The two stood up. Sango felt a little better, after her small outburst, but still her heart pained and she figured it always would. She looked up at the noblewoman with gratitude. "What is your name?" "Shiori," she replied, "and yours?" Sango averted her eyes straight ahead. "My name is Sango. I'm sorry you had to see that back there." Shiori kept her soothing demeanor as she spoke, "One second you have everything, and the next you're left with nothing, it's completely understandable." The two walked to the castle and entered the grand hall leading to Sango's room "You know," said Shiori, "there's a ball room dance to honor your arrival. It would mean a lot to Prince Eneshi if you made an appearance." They walked into Sango's room, and on the bed was a lavender kimono with small white cranes. It was a beautiful material that Sango had never seen before, and it was lined with gold. Shiori went for the door. "Well, I do hope you come down." She then disappeared to her own room.
Sango sat on the bed and stared down at the kimono, contemplating if she should really go to the ball. She felt she wasn't ready. She still wanted to be alone. But why? So she could continue to grieve and wish herself dead. She sighed, unsure of what to do. Miroku had asked her to be happy. How could she be happy pining over his death? "Stupid monk, how am I suppose to be happy when you're not around." She decided that he would want her to go, so she would. She showered and dressed. Without much effort she pinned up her hair and left for the ballroom.
She arrived quite late, and people were already dancing and engaging in deep conversation. She hoped no one would bother her as she made her way to the food tables. At least she would get to fill her stomach.houshi-sama always ate like a pig. Her mind trailed off into memories of Miroku and a small tear slid down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away and returned to reality. She looked at the food, feeling her appetite suddenly gone. The Taiji-ya took in a deep breath and walked over to an empty seat and sat down. A man made his way up to her ready to ask her for a dance. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. Would you care to dance?" He waited for a reply but received none. Sango was in another trance. The man asked again and received nothing, so he walked away angry, muttering something about crazy people.
Eneshi noticed that Sango had come down to the ball. He was quite surprised, the shape he found her in, left him to believe that she would be isolating herself. She truly was strong, he thought to himself. He walked over to her. "Sango." He received no answer. "Sango?" Still she said nothing, still in another world. "Sango!" This time he almost shouted. She looked at him completely unknowing that she was crossing between worlds. "I was surprised you came down, and I was wondering if you would do me the honor of dancing with me." He extended his hand and she took it. They danced for a few songs. Sango didn't see any harm in just dancing. Though she wished it was Miroku she was dancing with instead of Eneshi. She longed to share moments like this with houshi-sama. "Sango, I know what happened to you. And I know I can never replace the love you had for the monk, Miroku, but I hope that with time you will give me a chance." Sango said nothing to this, like Eneshi expected. Miroku had told her to find someone, it was his last wish, so how could she say no. Maybe.
Bwahahahaha. Don't worry guys this is strictly Sango and Miroku. Ha! Eneshi could never take the place of Miroku. No one can! *growls at Sango fan boys*Poor Sango *tear* Anyway pleez review with your thoughts. Oh, and I want to make a AMV but I don't know how can someone tell me.
