Hey there! Happy day! My mother is gone so I can write as much as I want!
Ehem. I don't own this song or the Inugumi. That's why they call it FAN-
fiction.
And I'd like to thank the only reviewer of my second chapter, NIGHT SHADE V1! Thank you for the compliments! This chapter's for you!
I was originally gonna do Taking Over Me about Sango and Kohaku but the lyrics just wouldn't fit right. It'd be kinda strange to have a sister in love with her brother which was kinda the vibe I got when I wrote it out so sorry, no 'Taking Over Me' cuz I'm tired of targeting Inu and Kagome which is why the last one was about Sango and Miroku. So here is the next fic. But if there's an Evanescence fan out there that wants a 'Taking Over Me' fic, don't hesitate to ask!
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Hello~~~~~~or~~~~~~Emotions Hidden
::Playground school bell rings again:: ::Rain clouds come to play again::
He sat, arms crossed, eyes closed, deep in thought about what he had witnessed. His mind spun. The gentle pitter-patter of the rain calmed his aching mind just enough to appreciate the life that had been gained through death. He stared at the bundle in his lap. Her promised gift, which she had suffered for. He only prayed she would not meet the same fate as his mother.
::Has no one told you she's not breathing?:: ::Hello I'm your mind giving you::
"Miroku?" She pushed through the woven door. Her face full of tears. Her lip trembled as she spoke the words he knew where coming. The words that would haunt his thoughts for the rest of eternity.
"She's dead."
::Someone to talk to:: ::Hello::
The man in the corner stood, following his love out the door to give their friend some time alone. He secretly wished they hadn't. He needed someone to talk with. To remember with. He needed something to comfort him other than the cursed bundle in his lap. He hung his head to hide his tears. They gently fell from his grief stricken face to wet the cloth in which her gift was wrapped. He shut his eyes tight, discussing his most wonderful memories of her with himself.
::If I smile and don't believe:: ::Soon I know I'll wake from this dream::
'I'm dreaming. This can't be real. She can't be dead. She can't be!' He fell to the floor, careful not to land on the gift, holding his head in his hands and sobbing. The strong friend and warrior, who never lost his cool, was crying.
::Don't try to fix me I'm not broken:: ::Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide:: ::Don't cry::
His friends rushed in, fearing he may have hurt himself. They tried to comfort him. She held him like a child, for he needed it, and comforted him with soft whispers that it wasn't painful and she was in a better place. He told his friend that it was a disgrace to a warrior to be seen crying, that he should get up and remember the gift.
He heard none of it. He was lost in the lies he fed himself. He wouldn't believe the truth. She was still alive.
::Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping:: ::Hello I'm still here:: ::All that's left of yesterday::
And then he heard it. The cry. That gentle whimper. He looked towards the bundle, gently lifting it into his arms. He embraced the gift, and the whimpering ceased. He lifted a fold of the cloth to gaze upon the beauty of the life she had died to give him.
"Sango. Your name is Sango."
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Well, how was that? Sappy? Flaky? Mean? Stupid? Or just crappy? Please tell me I'd like to know. Unless you plan to flame me. Then I don't give a shit what you think! Sorry but my mom really pissed me off yesterday and Onion was no help at school. But I did manage to get rid of some of my anger by pelting people with paper wasps. So don't flame me or I WILL flame your fics. And don't think I won't cuz I will. I am REALLY pissed.
And I'd like to thank the only reviewer of my second chapter, NIGHT SHADE V1! Thank you for the compliments! This chapter's for you!
I was originally gonna do Taking Over Me about Sango and Kohaku but the lyrics just wouldn't fit right. It'd be kinda strange to have a sister in love with her brother which was kinda the vibe I got when I wrote it out so sorry, no 'Taking Over Me' cuz I'm tired of targeting Inu and Kagome which is why the last one was about Sango and Miroku. So here is the next fic. But if there's an Evanescence fan out there that wants a 'Taking Over Me' fic, don't hesitate to ask!
******************
Hello~~~~~~or~~~~~~Emotions Hidden
::Playground school bell rings again:: ::Rain clouds come to play again::
He sat, arms crossed, eyes closed, deep in thought about what he had witnessed. His mind spun. The gentle pitter-patter of the rain calmed his aching mind just enough to appreciate the life that had been gained through death. He stared at the bundle in his lap. Her promised gift, which she had suffered for. He only prayed she would not meet the same fate as his mother.
::Has no one told you she's not breathing?:: ::Hello I'm your mind giving you::
"Miroku?" She pushed through the woven door. Her face full of tears. Her lip trembled as she spoke the words he knew where coming. The words that would haunt his thoughts for the rest of eternity.
"She's dead."
::Someone to talk to:: ::Hello::
The man in the corner stood, following his love out the door to give their friend some time alone. He secretly wished they hadn't. He needed someone to talk with. To remember with. He needed something to comfort him other than the cursed bundle in his lap. He hung his head to hide his tears. They gently fell from his grief stricken face to wet the cloth in which her gift was wrapped. He shut his eyes tight, discussing his most wonderful memories of her with himself.
::If I smile and don't believe:: ::Soon I know I'll wake from this dream::
'I'm dreaming. This can't be real. She can't be dead. She can't be!' He fell to the floor, careful not to land on the gift, holding his head in his hands and sobbing. The strong friend and warrior, who never lost his cool, was crying.
::Don't try to fix me I'm not broken:: ::Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide:: ::Don't cry::
His friends rushed in, fearing he may have hurt himself. They tried to comfort him. She held him like a child, for he needed it, and comforted him with soft whispers that it wasn't painful and she was in a better place. He told his friend that it was a disgrace to a warrior to be seen crying, that he should get up and remember the gift.
He heard none of it. He was lost in the lies he fed himself. He wouldn't believe the truth. She was still alive.
::Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping:: ::Hello I'm still here:: ::All that's left of yesterday::
And then he heard it. The cry. That gentle whimper. He looked towards the bundle, gently lifting it into his arms. He embraced the gift, and the whimpering ceased. He lifted a fold of the cloth to gaze upon the beauty of the life she had died to give him.
"Sango. Your name is Sango."
*******
Well, how was that? Sappy? Flaky? Mean? Stupid? Or just crappy? Please tell me I'd like to know. Unless you plan to flame me. Then I don't give a shit what you think! Sorry but my mom really pissed me off yesterday and Onion was no help at school. But I did manage to get rid of some of my anger by pelting people with paper wasps. So don't flame me or I WILL flame your fics. And don't think I won't cuz I will. I am REALLY pissed.