Hello everyone. I'm sure you are wondering why the hell I haven't updated
in a while. Well, school has started and I'm juggling my school
responsibilities with my job. On top of that, I've had a terrible writer's
block. But it's finally going away HALLELUIA!!! I hope that those excuses
are enough to deter angry mobs from attacking me. But in case of attack I
will be forced to release my horde of angry midgets! BEWARE! Anyway, enough
of my ranting, lets get on with the story shall we?
DISCLAIMER: I...DO.not own Inuyasha..happy??!
Inuyasha looked up and glared at Kagome momentarily. They had all made it back to Kaede's hut in one piece, but Miroku had sustained many bruises and both his eyes were black. Inuyasha's body still ached from Kagome's SIT command, but he bore his pain in angry silence. Kagome looked up from where she was bandaging Miroku. "Oh Inuyasha stop being such a baby, it was only a joke!"
"Feh" was his only reply. Miroku squinted at Kagome through puffy eyes. "How is Sango? She wasn't hurt was she?" Kagome stifled a giggle. "Sango is fine Miroku. She's asleep in the hut. Of course, she is the main reason you are so bruised up. There all done." Kagome finished tying the bandage and moved back to survey her work. Aside from the black eyes and bruised ribs, Miroku looked pretty good. Miroku stood up gingery. "I am going to talk with Sango again. Maybe the excitement of today will have jarred her memory a little." Kagome and Inuyasha watched his retreating figure. "He's never going to give up on her," she stated, more to herself than Inuyasha. "He's still got hope," Inuyasha said, " As long as he has that, he won't ever stop trying to get her memory back." Kagome thought for a minute then looked up at the dog demon. " Do you think she will get it back?" Inuyasha fixed her with a haughty stare and replied. " It doesn't matter what I believe." The two sat in silence as the sun dipped low in the sky.
The shadows on the walls of the hut were lengthening. Miroku walked gingery over to Sango's pallet and sat down next to her. He watched her deep, contented breathing. In that small, quiet moment, she looked just as she did before Naraku destroyed her mind. "She's so beautiful," he breathed to the stillness. The dying sun threw liquid gold across her features. She mumbled and twitched in her sleep. Miroku believed he could sit there by her side forever, just watching her sleep. His hand moved slowly from by his side and he slid his fingers delicately through her long, black hair. She stirred for only a moment, then settled down. He wondered is she could remember his touch. "Mi...roku.." Her voice was below a whisper. Startled by her reaction, he erked his hand back and stared at her in wide eyed amazement. "S.Sango? Can you hear me?" He watched her anxiously for any kind of reaction. The minutes dragged by. Her momentary unconscious recognition of him had faded to nothing once more. His heart dropped to his feet. Finally unable to watch her face any longer, he turned away. He felt a single tear trickle down his face and land softly on his hand. That tear was followed by another, then another. Soon, his shoulders shook with heavy, silent sobs. He cried for his mistakes, for Sango's torment, and finally for his feeling of helplessness. Minutes rolled lazily by, and finally he had cried till there were no more tears. Wiping his shining eyes on his sleeve, he looked over again at Sango. "I will shed no more tears, Sango. You will get better. I shall not lose hope." The magic he felt had vanished with the sun. His body was flooded with weariness. "Good night Sango. Tomorrow we shall try again. You will get back your memories, I promise." He slumped against the doorposts and was asleep before he hit the ground.
Out in the forest a creature hurled its bloodcurdling cry at the moon. A silence followed, then from farther off another voice answered it. Both creatures sang their cries into the night. Inuyasha leaned his back against the tree, savoring their carnal song.
The night deepened. Even the creatures in the forest had ceased their howls and yips. Sango tossed and turned, sweat beading on her forehead. Her face scrunched up in agony and she whimpered. "Naraku no! I don't know where they are stop it! Kirara run! Save yourself!" She moaned again. Her memories swirled in and out, overlapping each other. She couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. "Stop it!" Her mind spiraled downward into darkness once more. Miroku slept on, oblivious to how close Sango had come to regaining her mind.
DISCLAIMER: I...DO.not own Inuyasha..happy??!
Inuyasha looked up and glared at Kagome momentarily. They had all made it back to Kaede's hut in one piece, but Miroku had sustained many bruises and both his eyes were black. Inuyasha's body still ached from Kagome's SIT command, but he bore his pain in angry silence. Kagome looked up from where she was bandaging Miroku. "Oh Inuyasha stop being such a baby, it was only a joke!"
"Feh" was his only reply. Miroku squinted at Kagome through puffy eyes. "How is Sango? She wasn't hurt was she?" Kagome stifled a giggle. "Sango is fine Miroku. She's asleep in the hut. Of course, she is the main reason you are so bruised up. There all done." Kagome finished tying the bandage and moved back to survey her work. Aside from the black eyes and bruised ribs, Miroku looked pretty good. Miroku stood up gingery. "I am going to talk with Sango again. Maybe the excitement of today will have jarred her memory a little." Kagome and Inuyasha watched his retreating figure. "He's never going to give up on her," she stated, more to herself than Inuyasha. "He's still got hope," Inuyasha said, " As long as he has that, he won't ever stop trying to get her memory back." Kagome thought for a minute then looked up at the dog demon. " Do you think she will get it back?" Inuyasha fixed her with a haughty stare and replied. " It doesn't matter what I believe." The two sat in silence as the sun dipped low in the sky.
The shadows on the walls of the hut were lengthening. Miroku walked gingery over to Sango's pallet and sat down next to her. He watched her deep, contented breathing. In that small, quiet moment, she looked just as she did before Naraku destroyed her mind. "She's so beautiful," he breathed to the stillness. The dying sun threw liquid gold across her features. She mumbled and twitched in her sleep. Miroku believed he could sit there by her side forever, just watching her sleep. His hand moved slowly from by his side and he slid his fingers delicately through her long, black hair. She stirred for only a moment, then settled down. He wondered is she could remember his touch. "Mi...roku.." Her voice was below a whisper. Startled by her reaction, he erked his hand back and stared at her in wide eyed amazement. "S.Sango? Can you hear me?" He watched her anxiously for any kind of reaction. The minutes dragged by. Her momentary unconscious recognition of him had faded to nothing once more. His heart dropped to his feet. Finally unable to watch her face any longer, he turned away. He felt a single tear trickle down his face and land softly on his hand. That tear was followed by another, then another. Soon, his shoulders shook with heavy, silent sobs. He cried for his mistakes, for Sango's torment, and finally for his feeling of helplessness. Minutes rolled lazily by, and finally he had cried till there were no more tears. Wiping his shining eyes on his sleeve, he looked over again at Sango. "I will shed no more tears, Sango. You will get better. I shall not lose hope." The magic he felt had vanished with the sun. His body was flooded with weariness. "Good night Sango. Tomorrow we shall try again. You will get back your memories, I promise." He slumped against the doorposts and was asleep before he hit the ground.
Out in the forest a creature hurled its bloodcurdling cry at the moon. A silence followed, then from farther off another voice answered it. Both creatures sang their cries into the night. Inuyasha leaned his back against the tree, savoring their carnal song.
The night deepened. Even the creatures in the forest had ceased their howls and yips. Sango tossed and turned, sweat beading on her forehead. Her face scrunched up in agony and she whimpered. "Naraku no! I don't know where they are stop it! Kirara run! Save yourself!" She moaned again. Her memories swirled in and out, overlapping each other. She couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. "Stop it!" Her mind spiraled downward into darkness once more. Miroku slept on, oblivious to how close Sango had come to regaining her mind.