Love Beyond Life
Chapter 1
Sango-sama
Author's Note: God help me. It's another teaser. I got a new inspiration.aside from the other two I was talking about. X_X Anyways, this is partly inspired by a very lovely piece of fan fiction, which I will acknowledge once it's not longer a spoiler.
Right now this is a best guess of events that could happen with regards to the Shichinintai (7 man Army, all of whom are sort of zombies), so I'll probably have to revise after Takahashi gives us more solid info to go on.
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They had been matched on the plains which stretched out before the overly pure Mt. Hakurei, the undead waging war against the living.
Few trees were sparsely scattered about the plain, increasing in number just outside the line of sight. Sesshoumaru had made chase after the newly revealed leader of the group, attempting to pound Naraku's location of out his reanimated body. Jaken and Rin were ordered to hide in some heavy bushes just out of range of the quickly elevating battle.
Inuyasha, much to his own chagrin, fended off Jakotsu's sword with Tetsusaiga as it rebounded up from the ground behind him, darting straight for Kagome. She had aimed an arrow straight at Suikotsu's neck, where the shard lay hidden, black and corrupted by the malicious intentions of his other half. His evil half stalked towards her, tossing Kouga aside. Miroku formed a barrier against Renkotsu's flame with his shajaku.
They all were forced to duck beneath the spray of bullets and stray weapons which sailed through the air from Ginkotsu's remaining half. Shippou attempted to divert his attention from the group with his Fox Fire, but he was mostly unsuccessful.
Sango stood across from Kohaku. Hiraikotsu raised above her right shoulder, ready to swing and deflect Kohaku's chained blade when it came hurtling towards her.
He stared at her perplexedly, as hazy images flashed into his mind. The cold steel chain slid from his hand, a hand drifting to his temples to quiet his mind; his grip slid down the scythe's handle.
"You will fight her, boy." Renkotsu's face contorted in anger, smoke drifting up from his lips in the fire's wake. "Or I will kill you myself."
He stood absolutely still, daring to challenge the ire of his temporary leader.
Inuyasha watched the scene from the corner of his eye, glad to divert his concentration from his rather fruity opponent. In fact, most of the battlefield had stalled to watch the young boy's actions.
Irritation washed over Jakotsu's face. "What an annoying little pest. You're hoarding all of Inu-Yasha's precious attention!" With a flick of his wrist, his sword whizzed through the air, popping the tiny shard from his back. The body dropped to the ground, a marionette whose strings had been cut. His eyes in a widened blank stare at the dark sky which hung overhead.
"Kohaku!" She screeched. Tears burned at her eyes as Hiraikotsu soared forward with full force, knocking Jakotsu off his feet and sending his snake-like sword, Jakotsutou, tumbling onto the ground.
All eyes had turned to his collapsed form, and sad eyes fell upon Sango.
"Sango-chan."
Sango made no move to mask her tears; they flowed free from her eyes. The soulless husk of her brother lay dead on the soil, dark blood pooling beneath his head. A slim trail of the dark fluid trickled down his chin.
Shocked, she dropped to her knees, laying her hands over his shoulders as her head pressed hard against his chest, straining to hear anything remotely resembling a heartbeat.
"Sango!"
The Houshi's eyes went unnaturally wide.
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She couldn't remember much else aside from that. In fact, she was trying not to.the dream had seemed far too real. She was certain that if she fell back into the throes of sleep, the dream would haunt her again.
She got up from her futon, slipping out onto the porch of the small hut. Slight annoyance twisted her lips into a frown as she passed through the door; Houshi-sama seemed to have disappeared somewhere, but at least this way, she wouldn't have to tolerate his brand of comfort. Her motions hadn't seemed to rouse Shippou, Kagome, and Inuyasha from their slumbers. Kirara had curled herself tighter to account for the loss her master's warmth.
The breeze was perhaps a bit colder than it seemed, but it was oddly comforting. It was almost as if arms had slid around her, pulling into a warm hug; the physical warmth was missing but the relief was there.
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A gruff voice pierced through the silence. "Oi. She's awake now."
"I know." Kagome frowned, her eyes open and staring towards Inuyasha's place against the wall and then at the empty futon beside her.
'Poor Sango. How in the world can we tell her.'
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Dun dun dun.
To be continued!
Reviews are highly appreciated and cause sporadic spurt of new fic creation! ^_^
Chapter 1
Sango-sama
Author's Note: God help me. It's another teaser. I got a new inspiration.aside from the other two I was talking about. X_X Anyways, this is partly inspired by a very lovely piece of fan fiction, which I will acknowledge once it's not longer a spoiler.
Right now this is a best guess of events that could happen with regards to the Shichinintai (7 man Army, all of whom are sort of zombies), so I'll probably have to revise after Takahashi gives us more solid info to go on.
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They had been matched on the plains which stretched out before the overly pure Mt. Hakurei, the undead waging war against the living.
Few trees were sparsely scattered about the plain, increasing in number just outside the line of sight. Sesshoumaru had made chase after the newly revealed leader of the group, attempting to pound Naraku's location of out his reanimated body. Jaken and Rin were ordered to hide in some heavy bushes just out of range of the quickly elevating battle.
Inuyasha, much to his own chagrin, fended off Jakotsu's sword with Tetsusaiga as it rebounded up from the ground behind him, darting straight for Kagome. She had aimed an arrow straight at Suikotsu's neck, where the shard lay hidden, black and corrupted by the malicious intentions of his other half. His evil half stalked towards her, tossing Kouga aside. Miroku formed a barrier against Renkotsu's flame with his shajaku.
They all were forced to duck beneath the spray of bullets and stray weapons which sailed through the air from Ginkotsu's remaining half. Shippou attempted to divert his attention from the group with his Fox Fire, but he was mostly unsuccessful.
Sango stood across from Kohaku. Hiraikotsu raised above her right shoulder, ready to swing and deflect Kohaku's chained blade when it came hurtling towards her.
He stared at her perplexedly, as hazy images flashed into his mind. The cold steel chain slid from his hand, a hand drifting to his temples to quiet his mind; his grip slid down the scythe's handle.
"You will fight her, boy." Renkotsu's face contorted in anger, smoke drifting up from his lips in the fire's wake. "Or I will kill you myself."
He stood absolutely still, daring to challenge the ire of his temporary leader.
Inuyasha watched the scene from the corner of his eye, glad to divert his concentration from his rather fruity opponent. In fact, most of the battlefield had stalled to watch the young boy's actions.
Irritation washed over Jakotsu's face. "What an annoying little pest. You're hoarding all of Inu-Yasha's precious attention!" With a flick of his wrist, his sword whizzed through the air, popping the tiny shard from his back. The body dropped to the ground, a marionette whose strings had been cut. His eyes in a widened blank stare at the dark sky which hung overhead.
"Kohaku!" She screeched. Tears burned at her eyes as Hiraikotsu soared forward with full force, knocking Jakotsu off his feet and sending his snake-like sword, Jakotsutou, tumbling onto the ground.
All eyes had turned to his collapsed form, and sad eyes fell upon Sango.
"Sango-chan."
Sango made no move to mask her tears; they flowed free from her eyes. The soulless husk of her brother lay dead on the soil, dark blood pooling beneath his head. A slim trail of the dark fluid trickled down his chin.
Shocked, she dropped to her knees, laying her hands over his shoulders as her head pressed hard against his chest, straining to hear anything remotely resembling a heartbeat.
"Sango!"
The Houshi's eyes went unnaturally wide.
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She couldn't remember much else aside from that. In fact, she was trying not to.the dream had seemed far too real. She was certain that if she fell back into the throes of sleep, the dream would haunt her again.
She got up from her futon, slipping out onto the porch of the small hut. Slight annoyance twisted her lips into a frown as she passed through the door; Houshi-sama seemed to have disappeared somewhere, but at least this way, she wouldn't have to tolerate his brand of comfort. Her motions hadn't seemed to rouse Shippou, Kagome, and Inuyasha from their slumbers. Kirara had curled herself tighter to account for the loss her master's warmth.
The breeze was perhaps a bit colder than it seemed, but it was oddly comforting. It was almost as if arms had slid around her, pulling into a warm hug; the physical warmth was missing but the relief was there.
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A gruff voice pierced through the silence. "Oi. She's awake now."
"I know." Kagome frowned, her eyes open and staring towards Inuyasha's place against the wall and then at the empty futon beside her.
'Poor Sango. How in the world can we tell her.'
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Dun dun dun.
To be continued!
Reviews are highly appreciated and cause sporadic spurt of new fic creation! ^_^