Love Beyond Life
Chapter 6
Sango-sama
Author's Notes: Forum plug! Are you a new fan to the Sango/Miroku pairing? Or perhaps even a writer? Please join in the discussion at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sangomiroku/
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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Her world was crashing down around her.
She had long endure the struggle right beside Inuyasha, Kagome, Houshi-sama, and Shippou partly for revenge for her village; but the hope of even the slightest chance to bring her brother back to her side settled at the back of her mind. He was a constant reminder of all that she had been and all that she had learned while growing up in the village. Hikari-oba-san, who had shown her how to cook in the woods. Jun-kun, who patiently showed her how to sharpen Hiraikotsu edge so it would cut clean through youkai flesh and bone. Her father, who had taught them both to fight and to track youkai through even the densest of woods... They had all been warriors, but among them were some of the kindest and gentlest people she had ever known. Her brother was no longer just her brother; he was her living memory of everyone who had lived in the village. It seemed criminal that Naraku was using that memory of her village to destroy the very people they had always sought to protect.
Within a few short seconds, all of that had been taken away. It may have been a battle, but it was everything that she was fighting for.
His eyes open and clouded with the cold mask of death. He had always been so playful, in spite of his shyness. Those eyes were so full of the spark of life. But now--
She spun on her heels, blindly flinging Hiraikotsu at Jakotsu with all of her might and rage.
She wanted to the Kami to tell why this should happen to her.
She would scream herself hoarse if only she could know why.
Her eyes wide in shock and disbelief, she sunk heavily to her knees beside his limp form. There must still be a way to save him. The tears clung precariously to the corners of her eyelashes, before dropping heavily on the fabric of his battle garb. Her head pressed to his chest, straining to hear anything, anything at all that would prove he was still alive. This just wasn't possible. It must be a nightmare, just a bad dream. She would wake up and everything would be all right.
"Sango!"
The sound of metal rings clinking was directly behind her.
A barrier arose to shield them both, crackling as Houshi-sama's spiritual energy warred with the malicious blade. She could hear him grunt with effort to hold the barrier in place.
Her cheek was above Kohaku's lips, deparately pleading for him to breathe. But she only feel the warmth that was quickly draining from his lips.
It was then she heard an unnatural crunch. It was a sound all too common in her line of work. The sound of blade colliding with bone.
The din of the barrier sputtered out.
She didn't dare turn around. She knew it was a sight she wouldn't want to see.
Perhaps, then, it was out of pity that Fate saw to it that the shaft of Miroku's shajaku met the back of her head, letting her sink into a dreamless, darkened sleep.
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Twilight was bathing the crest of the hills with a soft golden light, as the sky overhead was spackled with patches of deep pinks and purples. The group had decided to move on a few villages over under the cover of night until they had recovered enough to handle the remaining Shichinintai.
It seemed that the loss of the Houshi had made Inuyasha be a bit kinder; they had stopped along a riverbank to rest for a few minutes.
Sango was growing quite irritated. It seemed that she was the only person who could detect the presence of the late monk. That in itself was odd because her spiritual senses were nowhere near as refined as Kagome's were. But it was just this problem that was earning her pitying glances from the Miko and the hanyou from where they walked a few feet ahead of her.
And with Miroku hovering slightly above the dirt path beside her, it seemed that little had changed in the group dynamic. Even when he would dare to inch a bit closer, she would move just as much back away. And when pale fingers crept anywhere near, she threw a menacing glare to the empty space beside her.
It almost seemed like he tried to grope at her more now than he had when he was still alive. And even though he couldn't actually touch her, she wasn't about to let him try it. It was the principle of the matter after all.
He seemed to have developed a knack for popping up behind her as well. Between that and his usual antics, it was easy to see why Sango was quickly growing weary. She no longer even dared to think she was crazy in being able to see him. No, now she just felt paranoid.
"When I turn around," she warned him softly, sparks of fire dancing in her eyes, "you'd better not be standing there, Houshi-sama."
She was met with silence and...emptiness.
A bit startled, she turned around only to have here eyes meet with truly empty air. She blinked, frowning ever so slightly, `I guess he listened...'
Kirara, finished lapping up water from the edge of the stream, licking the edge of her lips to catch the few drops which clung to her fur and whiskers. She nuzzled the outside of Sango's leg. She picked up the small cat, settling it gently upon her lap and scratching and smoothing her fur from top of her head all the way down to her tail, smiling as it purred contentedly.
A bit relieved, she allowed herself a soft sigh. At least for a little while, she wouldn't have to watch out for Houshi-sama like a hawk.
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For anyone who isn't sure, the first portion of this chapter was a flashback. I'm afraid it is the first of at least a few to explain just what happened around the time Sango blacked out.
Thanks for reading!
Chapter 6
Sango-sama
Author's Notes: Forum plug! Are you a new fan to the Sango/Miroku pairing? Or perhaps even a writer? Please join in the discussion at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sangomiroku/
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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Her world was crashing down around her.
She had long endure the struggle right beside Inuyasha, Kagome, Houshi-sama, and Shippou partly for revenge for her village; but the hope of even the slightest chance to bring her brother back to her side settled at the back of her mind. He was a constant reminder of all that she had been and all that she had learned while growing up in the village. Hikari-oba-san, who had shown her how to cook in the woods. Jun-kun, who patiently showed her how to sharpen Hiraikotsu edge so it would cut clean through youkai flesh and bone. Her father, who had taught them both to fight and to track youkai through even the densest of woods... They had all been warriors, but among them were some of the kindest and gentlest people she had ever known. Her brother was no longer just her brother; he was her living memory of everyone who had lived in the village. It seemed criminal that Naraku was using that memory of her village to destroy the very people they had always sought to protect.
Within a few short seconds, all of that had been taken away. It may have been a battle, but it was everything that she was fighting for.
His eyes open and clouded with the cold mask of death. He had always been so playful, in spite of his shyness. Those eyes were so full of the spark of life. But now--
She spun on her heels, blindly flinging Hiraikotsu at Jakotsu with all of her might and rage.
She wanted to the Kami to tell why this should happen to her.
She would scream herself hoarse if only she could know why.
Her eyes wide in shock and disbelief, she sunk heavily to her knees beside his limp form. There must still be a way to save him. The tears clung precariously to the corners of her eyelashes, before dropping heavily on the fabric of his battle garb. Her head pressed to his chest, straining to hear anything, anything at all that would prove he was still alive. This just wasn't possible. It must be a nightmare, just a bad dream. She would wake up and everything would be all right.
"Sango!"
The sound of metal rings clinking was directly behind her.
A barrier arose to shield them both, crackling as Houshi-sama's spiritual energy warred with the malicious blade. She could hear him grunt with effort to hold the barrier in place.
Her cheek was above Kohaku's lips, deparately pleading for him to breathe. But she only feel the warmth that was quickly draining from his lips.
It was then she heard an unnatural crunch. It was a sound all too common in her line of work. The sound of blade colliding with bone.
The din of the barrier sputtered out.
She didn't dare turn around. She knew it was a sight she wouldn't want to see.
Perhaps, then, it was out of pity that Fate saw to it that the shaft of Miroku's shajaku met the back of her head, letting her sink into a dreamless, darkened sleep.
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Twilight was bathing the crest of the hills with a soft golden light, as the sky overhead was spackled with patches of deep pinks and purples. The group had decided to move on a few villages over under the cover of night until they had recovered enough to handle the remaining Shichinintai.
It seemed that the loss of the Houshi had made Inuyasha be a bit kinder; they had stopped along a riverbank to rest for a few minutes.
Sango was growing quite irritated. It seemed that she was the only person who could detect the presence of the late monk. That in itself was odd because her spiritual senses were nowhere near as refined as Kagome's were. But it was just this problem that was earning her pitying glances from the Miko and the hanyou from where they walked a few feet ahead of her.
And with Miroku hovering slightly above the dirt path beside her, it seemed that little had changed in the group dynamic. Even when he would dare to inch a bit closer, she would move just as much back away. And when pale fingers crept anywhere near, she threw a menacing glare to the empty space beside her.
It almost seemed like he tried to grope at her more now than he had when he was still alive. And even though he couldn't actually touch her, she wasn't about to let him try it. It was the principle of the matter after all.
He seemed to have developed a knack for popping up behind her as well. Between that and his usual antics, it was easy to see why Sango was quickly growing weary. She no longer even dared to think she was crazy in being able to see him. No, now she just felt paranoid.
"When I turn around," she warned him softly, sparks of fire dancing in her eyes, "you'd better not be standing there, Houshi-sama."
She was met with silence and...emptiness.
A bit startled, she turned around only to have here eyes meet with truly empty air. She blinked, frowning ever so slightly, `I guess he listened...'
Kirara, finished lapping up water from the edge of the stream, licking the edge of her lips to catch the few drops which clung to her fur and whiskers. She nuzzled the outside of Sango's leg. She picked up the small cat, settling it gently upon her lap and scratching and smoothing her fur from top of her head all the way down to her tail, smiling as it purred contentedly.
A bit relieved, she allowed herself a soft sigh. At least for a little while, she wouldn't have to watch out for Houshi-sama like a hawk.
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For anyone who isn't sure, the first portion of this chapter was a flashback. I'm afraid it is the first of at least a few to explain just what happened around the time Sango blacked out.
Thanks for reading!