Love Beyond Life
Chapter 4
Sango-sama
Author's Rants: Gah. My plots always run away from me, but I can finally give credit for this stories inspiration at the completion of this chapter. It is significantly different than the inspirational fic, but credit is still due for the idea that shaped this one!
Many reviews make chapters come out faster! Few reviews will prompt me to kill off characters at will. Thanks to Queen, Chira, Aino, Hibari Heza, Cya, and Nana who did take the time to review. No one (new) will die in this chapter. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Sad, isn't it? I have however, temporarily borrowed Miroku to ravag--err, I mean (ab)use him in this fic. ^_-
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Inuyasha kept watch over both the girls and the village's narrow dirt path from atop the thatched roof of the hut where they had been staying. He cursed the lack of any sturdy trees in the area. The few that were nestled around the village were mere saplings, far too low to the ground and would snap beneath his weight.
He really wanted to think.
The Shichinintai wouldn't be hiding away for much longer; he and Miroku had managed to get in a few good shots at Jakotsu and Renkotsu, so they would need some time to repair their wounds and regroup. But with Miroku dead, battling would be more difficult…and they would all need time to grieve.
Sango may be a ruthless taiji-ya. She may have dug herself out of her own grave. She may have a physical strength which put most men's to shame and at times could rival nearly any youkai lower than himself. But it became painfully clear over the past few months that her family and her friends were very close to her heart, her one true weakness, which Naraku exploited to the fullest--time and time again.
Somewhere along the way, it was even obvious to him that Kagome had been right, as loathe as he was to admit it; she actually cared for that bouzu.
For now, she was as fragile as glass. Sango had walked out to Miroku's grave, kneeling down upon the soft grass beside it. He felt compelled to comfort her.
Besides, in spite of his partly human heart, he very much doubted he could say much to her without planting a foot firmly in his mouth.
He too was feeling the loss that was plaguing them all, but someone had to stay strong and alert for when the Shichinintai return. He could afford to grieve when the battle was over.
Kagome remained at her knees on the porch, where she had the sad duty to tell Sango. He couldn't see her, but he knew that silent tears streamed down her cheeks; soft sniffs and whimpers stabbed at his youkai senses.
He absolutely refused to admit it to anyone, even himself most of the time. But her tears seemed to wield a power even greater than that of her arrows. And right now, even though he couldn't let it show, they were ripping him apart inside.
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Joy shone like stars in Rin's bright eyes. Smiling, she quickly hugged Sesshoumaru around the waist before running closer to Kohaku.
The boy was sitting up, though his eyes still stared blankly ahead of him. The wounds had closed by Tensaiga's power, but the darkened dirt stained by his blood remained to mar the soil. She put a hand on his shoulder, moving to help him stand.
Sesshoumaru watched with a regally bored expression gracing his features. Tensaiga's blade was again sheathed in the hilt at his waist.
Jaken still gaped in shock. His beaklike mouth opened and closed as he gestured wildly, much like a fish out of water would look, supposing it had arms and a staff with two heads on it. "Sesshoumaru-sama, look at his eyes! He must still be possessed."
In a brief moment, awareness flooded the boys mind and eyes all at once. His still small hands gripped at his hair as his pained eyes slammed shut.
Rin looked a bit frightened, drawing back away from the now panting boy.
"Otou-sama! Ane-ue!"
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Her hand ran over the top of the loosely turned soil, stopping when she reached the thin metal rings of the shajaku. He hadn't had it in her dream, so maybe she really had been aware that he was gone.
She didn't cry, though she felt the somber weight of tears welling up and blurring her vision. It just didn't feel like he was really gone. Maybe she was just deluding herself, so she wouldn't have to feel more pain…more alone.
Her head bowed solemnly, a few of the tears escaping her eyelashes. "Houshi-sama…why did you have to die."
"Because you would have died otherwise, Sango."
A voice in her head laughed. 'Great…now I'm hearing voices. I really must be deluding myself.'
"I couldn't allow that." A rush of cold air rushed over her shoulder. The whisps of wind felt vaguely finger-like.
She lifted her head, rubbing her eyes before opening them cautiously. Whites, blacks and purples melded into a very distinct, very familiar figure. Although, she had to admit he did look a bit pale.
'It…it just couldn't be…'
"Hello, Sango."
For the first time in her life, Sango let her strength fail her, and rolling her eyes back into her head, she fainted back onto the ground.
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Credit for the inspiration to Icka M. Chif and her Amelia/Zelgadis fic "Dead." Go read…it's very good!
Chapter 4
Sango-sama
Author's Rants: Gah. My plots always run away from me, but I can finally give credit for this stories inspiration at the completion of this chapter. It is significantly different than the inspirational fic, but credit is still due for the idea that shaped this one!
Many reviews make chapters come out faster! Few reviews will prompt me to kill off characters at will. Thanks to Queen, Chira, Aino, Hibari Heza, Cya, and Nana who did take the time to review. No one (new) will die in this chapter. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Sad, isn't it? I have however, temporarily borrowed Miroku to ravag--err, I mean (ab)use him in this fic. ^_-
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Inuyasha kept watch over both the girls and the village's narrow dirt path from atop the thatched roof of the hut where they had been staying. He cursed the lack of any sturdy trees in the area. The few that were nestled around the village were mere saplings, far too low to the ground and would snap beneath his weight.
He really wanted to think.
The Shichinintai wouldn't be hiding away for much longer; he and Miroku had managed to get in a few good shots at Jakotsu and Renkotsu, so they would need some time to repair their wounds and regroup. But with Miroku dead, battling would be more difficult…and they would all need time to grieve.
Sango may be a ruthless taiji-ya. She may have dug herself out of her own grave. She may have a physical strength which put most men's to shame and at times could rival nearly any youkai lower than himself. But it became painfully clear over the past few months that her family and her friends were very close to her heart, her one true weakness, which Naraku exploited to the fullest--time and time again.
Somewhere along the way, it was even obvious to him that Kagome had been right, as loathe as he was to admit it; she actually cared for that bouzu.
For now, she was as fragile as glass. Sango had walked out to Miroku's grave, kneeling down upon the soft grass beside it. He felt compelled to comfort her.
Besides, in spite of his partly human heart, he very much doubted he could say much to her without planting a foot firmly in his mouth.
He too was feeling the loss that was plaguing them all, but someone had to stay strong and alert for when the Shichinintai return. He could afford to grieve when the battle was over.
Kagome remained at her knees on the porch, where she had the sad duty to tell Sango. He couldn't see her, but he knew that silent tears streamed down her cheeks; soft sniffs and whimpers stabbed at his youkai senses.
He absolutely refused to admit it to anyone, even himself most of the time. But her tears seemed to wield a power even greater than that of her arrows. And right now, even though he couldn't let it show, they were ripping him apart inside.
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Joy shone like stars in Rin's bright eyes. Smiling, she quickly hugged Sesshoumaru around the waist before running closer to Kohaku.
The boy was sitting up, though his eyes still stared blankly ahead of him. The wounds had closed by Tensaiga's power, but the darkened dirt stained by his blood remained to mar the soil. She put a hand on his shoulder, moving to help him stand.
Sesshoumaru watched with a regally bored expression gracing his features. Tensaiga's blade was again sheathed in the hilt at his waist.
Jaken still gaped in shock. His beaklike mouth opened and closed as he gestured wildly, much like a fish out of water would look, supposing it had arms and a staff with two heads on it. "Sesshoumaru-sama, look at his eyes! He must still be possessed."
In a brief moment, awareness flooded the boys mind and eyes all at once. His still small hands gripped at his hair as his pained eyes slammed shut.
Rin looked a bit frightened, drawing back away from the now panting boy.
"Otou-sama! Ane-ue!"
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Her hand ran over the top of the loosely turned soil, stopping when she reached the thin metal rings of the shajaku. He hadn't had it in her dream, so maybe she really had been aware that he was gone.
She didn't cry, though she felt the somber weight of tears welling up and blurring her vision. It just didn't feel like he was really gone. Maybe she was just deluding herself, so she wouldn't have to feel more pain…more alone.
Her head bowed solemnly, a few of the tears escaping her eyelashes. "Houshi-sama…why did you have to die."
"Because you would have died otherwise, Sango."
A voice in her head laughed. 'Great…now I'm hearing voices. I really must be deluding myself.'
"I couldn't allow that." A rush of cold air rushed over her shoulder. The whisps of wind felt vaguely finger-like.
She lifted her head, rubbing her eyes before opening them cautiously. Whites, blacks and purples melded into a very distinct, very familiar figure. Although, she had to admit he did look a bit pale.
'It…it just couldn't be…'
"Hello, Sango."
For the first time in her life, Sango let her strength fail her, and rolling her eyes back into her head, she fainted back onto the ground.
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Credit for the inspiration to Icka M. Chif and her Amelia/Zelgadis fic "Dead." Go read…it's very good!