Love Beyond Life
Chapter 2
Sango-sama
Author's notes: Feh…It's really distressing when no one reviews a fic. I really like the plot idea for this…and of course, I'm going to be stingy for a while in revealing details. That is how I write after all. However, if you don't like it (and that's all I can assume if I don't get any feedback), I will likely be stopping after this chapter.
Disclaimer: Like it's really a mystery. ~_~ I don't own Inuyasha.
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Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy. Had it not been for the chilly wind that whisked over her cheeks, she would have dozed off again far earlier.
She was trying to distract herself, but it hadn't seemed to be working yet. The somber images from her nightmare still reeled through her mind. Kohaku lying dead on the ground. His tainted blood pooling beneath his head, slowly mingling in with the soil beneath.
The images were crystal clear to her minds eye. That in itself bothered her almost more than the visions themselves. Even on the best days, whenever she had fully awoken from a dream, she could only manage to conjure a hazy image. Why it was so vivid to her, she certainly had no idea, but it didn't bode well. Her senses were screaming at her, beads of cold sweat trembled upon her forehead. Her stomach was a deep pit, heavy with dread.
Even the air felt…wrong, somehow. Not in the same way it felt when a malicious youkai was near. The wind was colder than it had been just moments before. And everything was silent, save for the sounds of sleep coming from the cabin at her back. A chill ran its course up her back, pulling the skin at the back of her neck into a thick patch of goose flesh. Crossing her arms, she rubbed her upper arms vigorously, trying to force the warmth back in.
This nightmare was quickly becoming far too disconcerting to her wakened mind. It seemed disturbingly real.
But with the most unlikely of reasons to, she suddenly felt incredibly calm.
It was usually about now when Houshi-sama would show up, whenever she fell too deep into her own thoughts. He was an incredibly effect voice of reason, whenever his hands were sufficiently far enough away from anything he may try to grab. Sometimes, she was amazed by how much he could calm her down and aggravate her so within just a few minutes. Right now, though, she wasn't entirely sure that she would protest his company.
Sighing into the sleeve of her yukata, she wondered to herself, 'Where did that sukebe wander off too? He usually never misses the opportunity to grope me…'
Not that she was worried. Absolutely not. Far from it. Houshi-sama is more than capable of taking care of himself.
She frowned, still inattentively rubbing her hands over her arms.
It was just…odd.
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Tiny legs carried the small human girl and the equally small, haggard- looking youkai servant over the grassy plains.
"Look Sesshoumaru-sama! There!" Jaken squawked. "It's that brat of Naraku's."
The stillness of death indeed held Kohaku in its clutches. A thin line of dried blood was caked against his chin.
Carefully sharpened claws dug into the long boa by his shoulder, scraping against the metal spines of his shoulder guards. It most certainly was the young warrior who had nearly killed his even younger charge.
Something was tugging at the loose white fabric of his sleeve. "Sesshoumaru-sama…please." Tears welled in Rin's eyes.
He saw the imp-like pall-bearers perched around the small body, ready to drag his soul back down to hell with them. It was still possible to save the boy…if he wished to do so.
Jaken tapped Rin on the head with the tip of his staff. "What are you thinking, girl! That boy tried to kill you."
"But before that he was very kind to me…His eyes were nice before you came to help me, Sesshoumaru-sama." Rounded, puppy dog eyes silently pleaded her case. Eyes which apparently where difficult to deny. Clawed fingers wrapped around Tensaiga's hilt.
"My lord! You can't seriously be thinking of saving that boy." Jaken stood, gaping. "What if he still is under Naraku's hold?"
Narrowed eyes fell upon the crouching servant. "He is but a boy, Jaken. Do you think that someone as powerful as I cannot kill a human child?"
"No…Se-Sesshoumaru-sama…" Sniveling, he slithered behind Rin, holding his hands protectively over his head.
Tensaiga's blade crackled, sparks of its power dancing to life, as it was raised into the air.
'This boy…he may be able to lead me to wherever Naraku is hiding.'
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Sleep had inevitably lulled Sango away as she set out against the wooden step of the entryway. The pink and orange of early dawn faded into blue as the sun began its scale above the horizon.
On the other side of the house and beside a shelter of trees, a fresh grave had been dug. The newly turned dirt was packed loosely into a raised mound. Beside the bouquet of white flowers that had been bound with a white ribbon, a long golden staff was set up over the mound. Its tiny metal rings lightly clinked against each other as the wind whistled over the open plains.
Chapter 2
Sango-sama
Author's notes: Feh…It's really distressing when no one reviews a fic. I really like the plot idea for this…and of course, I'm going to be stingy for a while in revealing details. That is how I write after all. However, if you don't like it (and that's all I can assume if I don't get any feedback), I will likely be stopping after this chapter.
Disclaimer: Like it's really a mystery. ~_~ I don't own Inuyasha.
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Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy. Had it not been for the chilly wind that whisked over her cheeks, she would have dozed off again far earlier.
She was trying to distract herself, but it hadn't seemed to be working yet. The somber images from her nightmare still reeled through her mind. Kohaku lying dead on the ground. His tainted blood pooling beneath his head, slowly mingling in with the soil beneath.
The images were crystal clear to her minds eye. That in itself bothered her almost more than the visions themselves. Even on the best days, whenever she had fully awoken from a dream, she could only manage to conjure a hazy image. Why it was so vivid to her, she certainly had no idea, but it didn't bode well. Her senses were screaming at her, beads of cold sweat trembled upon her forehead. Her stomach was a deep pit, heavy with dread.
Even the air felt…wrong, somehow. Not in the same way it felt when a malicious youkai was near. The wind was colder than it had been just moments before. And everything was silent, save for the sounds of sleep coming from the cabin at her back. A chill ran its course up her back, pulling the skin at the back of her neck into a thick patch of goose flesh. Crossing her arms, she rubbed her upper arms vigorously, trying to force the warmth back in.
This nightmare was quickly becoming far too disconcerting to her wakened mind. It seemed disturbingly real.
But with the most unlikely of reasons to, she suddenly felt incredibly calm.
It was usually about now when Houshi-sama would show up, whenever she fell too deep into her own thoughts. He was an incredibly effect voice of reason, whenever his hands were sufficiently far enough away from anything he may try to grab. Sometimes, she was amazed by how much he could calm her down and aggravate her so within just a few minutes. Right now, though, she wasn't entirely sure that she would protest his company.
Sighing into the sleeve of her yukata, she wondered to herself, 'Where did that sukebe wander off too? He usually never misses the opportunity to grope me…'
Not that she was worried. Absolutely not. Far from it. Houshi-sama is more than capable of taking care of himself.
She frowned, still inattentively rubbing her hands over her arms.
It was just…odd.
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Tiny legs carried the small human girl and the equally small, haggard- looking youkai servant over the grassy plains.
"Look Sesshoumaru-sama! There!" Jaken squawked. "It's that brat of Naraku's."
The stillness of death indeed held Kohaku in its clutches. A thin line of dried blood was caked against his chin.
Carefully sharpened claws dug into the long boa by his shoulder, scraping against the metal spines of his shoulder guards. It most certainly was the young warrior who had nearly killed his even younger charge.
Something was tugging at the loose white fabric of his sleeve. "Sesshoumaru-sama…please." Tears welled in Rin's eyes.
He saw the imp-like pall-bearers perched around the small body, ready to drag his soul back down to hell with them. It was still possible to save the boy…if he wished to do so.
Jaken tapped Rin on the head with the tip of his staff. "What are you thinking, girl! That boy tried to kill you."
"But before that he was very kind to me…His eyes were nice before you came to help me, Sesshoumaru-sama." Rounded, puppy dog eyes silently pleaded her case. Eyes which apparently where difficult to deny. Clawed fingers wrapped around Tensaiga's hilt.
"My lord! You can't seriously be thinking of saving that boy." Jaken stood, gaping. "What if he still is under Naraku's hold?"
Narrowed eyes fell upon the crouching servant. "He is but a boy, Jaken. Do you think that someone as powerful as I cannot kill a human child?"
"No…Se-Sesshoumaru-sama…" Sniveling, he slithered behind Rin, holding his hands protectively over his head.
Tensaiga's blade crackled, sparks of its power dancing to life, as it was raised into the air.
'This boy…he may be able to lead me to wherever Naraku is hiding.'
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Sleep had inevitably lulled Sango away as she set out against the wooden step of the entryway. The pink and orange of early dawn faded into blue as the sun began its scale above the horizon.
On the other side of the house and beside a shelter of trees, a fresh grave had been dug. The newly turned dirt was packed loosely into a raised mound. Beside the bouquet of white flowers that had been bound with a white ribbon, a long golden staff was set up over the mound. Its tiny metal rings lightly clinked against each other as the wind whistled over the open plains.