Hmmm.. I was requested to continue this fic. I'll give it a shot.
And again... I don't own the characters.. Don't you people get tired of hearing that?
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And I walked away. I couldn't look back. I couldn't see her pain again. Nor could I see her beauty. Because as soon as I did, I know I would have gone back. It surprised me to find she didn't come for me. Wretched sobs yanked at my heart as I walked. But I had to go. I suppose we realized that when you love someone, sometimes you have to let go...
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It's pathetitic, really. Not once, over the entire span of the nine-teen years I've lived, did I ever live for myself. Not a single day devoted to me. Certainly I did thinkg to be comfortable, but the entire time my life was devoted to avenging my family. I was born for just that reason. It's really not fair. Not once did I get the chance to just enjoy life. My destiny was chosen for me. All because of the kazaana.
Though now I realise something else. I gradually let vengance for my family slip from my mind. In the beggining I lived only for them.. But now.. For Sango. I don't mind that much. Atleast I could choose that much. I didn't choose to be born with a curse ready to be passed to me. But I chose to devote everything to her. Sango.. She was my everything. My entire reason for living.
Kami-sama. I'm dieing now. I can feel the agonizing stabs rip through my mind. Yet....With her on my mind, it isn't so bad.
I'll slay him. Naraku. I have only a day left to do it. But I will. Sango will have Kohaku back. Sango will be happy. Sango will have -me- back. She loves me. That gives me reason enough to kill Naraku. Because she'll be hurt worse, if I don't. Loosing another she loved. It isn't fair to her.
I'll find the heartless bastard. I'll wring his neck. Even if violence doesn't suit me. The mere though of him makes my blood boil. I'll kill him alright. He thinks I'm no threat..But he'll see. The kazaana is stronger now then ever. Yes.. I will slay him.
I know he'll present himself to me. He wants to watch me die. I can feel it. Now.. Just to find him.
The ebony painted branches reached slender fingers for me, as I hurtled through the forest. I'll Find Naraku. I can sence him. I know he's near. He'll die.
And there he is. The over confident moron. It that really him? How.. Ah. It's him. I can see the shards he harbors. I'm just close enough. He really is stupid.
"Naraku! You knew this would happen! I'm going to make you pay for what you've done! What you did to Kikyou! To Sango! To Inuyasha and myself!" Blasted hanyou. In the dark he looks sinister. The starlight avoids his hair. It makes me sick.
"Do you really think I can be so easily defeted?" The moron. Did he expect me to start studdaring? Begging for forgiveness? I merely shrug.
"My life is nearly forfiet anyway. I don't care if I die here! As long as you die, too!" If it weren't for my current situation, I'd be laughing. It was a remarkable imitation of Inuyasha. I've been around Inuyasha for far too long.
"So be it, then." The hanyou chuckled. Damn him. Nodding, I raised the shakujou. I'd kill him. I had to. With another chuckle, he rushed at me. Surely he fought better than Inuyasha. Smirking, I blocked to blow. I was determined to not become too cocky. But he was going to fight like this the whole time...
Another lunge, andother block. This was becoming too simple.
What was that flash of light?
Oh Kami....
Did he really do that?
I.... He did... The damned bastard...
He had a sword. I should have noticed earlier.
I'm not going to die without him. Even though my blood stains his blade. Even though the hole in my stomach prevents much moving. Even though I can hardly breath. Even though the world's going black. I'll kill him.
He's laughing. I'll show him. I can't call out, even. But I can use the kazaana. With nearly the last of my strength, I pull open the air rip. The look of surprise upon Narakus face was pleasing. He turned, and threw something. He was pulled in nearly instantly. And.. What's that? It is.. The shard.. It fell. Falling beside it, I take it into my hand.
I have almost no strength left. I think he poisoned the blade. It would be like him.
My grip about the jewel as tight as it could get, I let darkness overtake me. Just before it does, I realise why the jewel fell. He threw it.. The kazana brought it back...But when he was taken in, the curse was removed. And so the wind stopped, leaving the jewel for me to find.
I have almost all of the jewel.. But.. That wasn't my objective.. "Sango..." I can't die....
"Sango.." If I die...Would it be failing? It would be. I..Need to atleast see her again. The blackness spiked, and edged to a dull gray as I forced myself to stand. Breathing heavily, I lean against the shakujou. My no longer cursed right had clutches at the jewel. Tucking it into my robes, I recall something else.
Kohaku.
Certainly the child is near... Regaining his memories, slowely. Ah.. There. In the coal black of the starless night, he's almost impossible to see.
I can bring him to Sango. He's alive, I can tell. And if I'm not mistaken, he's no longer dependant on the shard to live. Breathing heavily, I make my way to him, collapsing at his side. I'm so tired...But first I must see Sango.
Carefully I pull the shard from the boys back. I was right. He's still alive.
So tired... But Sango.. Sango first. Then sleep. Lifting the boy --He's very light, and yet..Feels heavy-- I turn from the direction I had been going. Turn to where I had come from. Leaning heavily on the shakujou to walk, begin in that direction.
I barely see the pool of blood. My blood. It looks like tar. So dark. Forbording. Frowning now, I step over the puddle, making my way back to where the trees clutched at me. Trees wearing scowls, with their arms stretched toward me.
I'm seeing things, now. Death wants to claim me. But It can't..Sango first. Trudging through the forest, I collapse to my knees. Just a short rest. I can't even feel my knees. So tired. So dizzy.
I styand wearily, eyes half lidded, blood running in torrents from the wound made by the sword. Definatly poisoned.
Giving a soft cough, I begin again to walk, allowing blood to run over my lip. I have to see
Sango.
And there she is. Crying. In the same place I left her. "San..Go.." So beautiful. So very beautiful.
And she looks up. And I fall down. I can't stand again. It would be pointless. "Sango.." And now she's up. At my side. Pulling Kohaku from my grasp. Crying even harder. Hugging Kohaku. Or maybe not. It's all too dark.
She pulled me into an embrace, sobbing loudly. Screaming almost. It seems like it. Maybe I'm just afraid to let her go. So it seems like screaming, to keep me with her. It's not working. "I..Got to see you again.."
I feel so guilty. Dieing on her. Doing just as I wanted to prevent the whole time...My hand hurts.. The jewel. It must have cut into my hand. Opening it, she examines my bleeding palm. Double takes. Noted both the jewel, and lack of hole for the first time. and prompty weeps harder.
And that's where everything went dark.
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Mwahahahahahaha! Will there be more? I don't know. I could make him live, and do another chapter...Or that could be his demise.. You pick.
Oh.. I realise he's a bit OOC.. But dieing.. Or dead, who knows. All I know is I have an ewxcuse. He wanted to make Sango happy. He wanted Naraku dead. His hatred grew, as he thought about what happened. So.. Yeah..
And if you think he's not ooc.. Well thank you! But.. I think he is, a bit.
Miroku: Does my oppinion matter in the least? I say I ought to live. After all. I can't die without an heir.
Sango: You already killed Naraku -.-
Miroku: Ah. Even so... I deserve a little fun, atleast...
Sango: Hentai!
Miroku: *grin*
^^;;;;;; Err.. Right....
And again... I don't own the characters.. Don't you people get tired of hearing that?
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And I walked away. I couldn't look back. I couldn't see her pain again. Nor could I see her beauty. Because as soon as I did, I know I would have gone back. It surprised me to find she didn't come for me. Wretched sobs yanked at my heart as I walked. But I had to go. I suppose we realized that when you love someone, sometimes you have to let go...
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It's pathetitic, really. Not once, over the entire span of the nine-teen years I've lived, did I ever live for myself. Not a single day devoted to me. Certainly I did thinkg to be comfortable, but the entire time my life was devoted to avenging my family. I was born for just that reason. It's really not fair. Not once did I get the chance to just enjoy life. My destiny was chosen for me. All because of the kazaana.
Though now I realise something else. I gradually let vengance for my family slip from my mind. In the beggining I lived only for them.. But now.. For Sango. I don't mind that much. Atleast I could choose that much. I didn't choose to be born with a curse ready to be passed to me. But I chose to devote everything to her. Sango.. She was my everything. My entire reason for living.
Kami-sama. I'm dieing now. I can feel the agonizing stabs rip through my mind. Yet....With her on my mind, it isn't so bad.
I'll slay him. Naraku. I have only a day left to do it. But I will. Sango will have Kohaku back. Sango will be happy. Sango will have -me- back. She loves me. That gives me reason enough to kill Naraku. Because she'll be hurt worse, if I don't. Loosing another she loved. It isn't fair to her.
I'll find the heartless bastard. I'll wring his neck. Even if violence doesn't suit me. The mere though of him makes my blood boil. I'll kill him alright. He thinks I'm no threat..But he'll see. The kazaana is stronger now then ever. Yes.. I will slay him.
I know he'll present himself to me. He wants to watch me die. I can feel it. Now.. Just to find him.
The ebony painted branches reached slender fingers for me, as I hurtled through the forest. I'll Find Naraku. I can sence him. I know he's near. He'll die.
And there he is. The over confident moron. It that really him? How.. Ah. It's him. I can see the shards he harbors. I'm just close enough. He really is stupid.
"Naraku! You knew this would happen! I'm going to make you pay for what you've done! What you did to Kikyou! To Sango! To Inuyasha and myself!" Blasted hanyou. In the dark he looks sinister. The starlight avoids his hair. It makes me sick.
"Do you really think I can be so easily defeted?" The moron. Did he expect me to start studdaring? Begging for forgiveness? I merely shrug.
"My life is nearly forfiet anyway. I don't care if I die here! As long as you die, too!" If it weren't for my current situation, I'd be laughing. It was a remarkable imitation of Inuyasha. I've been around Inuyasha for far too long.
"So be it, then." The hanyou chuckled. Damn him. Nodding, I raised the shakujou. I'd kill him. I had to. With another chuckle, he rushed at me. Surely he fought better than Inuyasha. Smirking, I blocked to blow. I was determined to not become too cocky. But he was going to fight like this the whole time...
Another lunge, andother block. This was becoming too simple.
What was that flash of light?
Oh Kami....
Did he really do that?
I.... He did... The damned bastard...
He had a sword. I should have noticed earlier.
I'm not going to die without him. Even though my blood stains his blade. Even though the hole in my stomach prevents much moving. Even though I can hardly breath. Even though the world's going black. I'll kill him.
He's laughing. I'll show him. I can't call out, even. But I can use the kazaana. With nearly the last of my strength, I pull open the air rip. The look of surprise upon Narakus face was pleasing. He turned, and threw something. He was pulled in nearly instantly. And.. What's that? It is.. The shard.. It fell. Falling beside it, I take it into my hand.
I have almost no strength left. I think he poisoned the blade. It would be like him.
My grip about the jewel as tight as it could get, I let darkness overtake me. Just before it does, I realise why the jewel fell. He threw it.. The kazana brought it back...But when he was taken in, the curse was removed. And so the wind stopped, leaving the jewel for me to find.
I have almost all of the jewel.. But.. That wasn't my objective.. "Sango..." I can't die....
"Sango.." If I die...Would it be failing? It would be. I..Need to atleast see her again. The blackness spiked, and edged to a dull gray as I forced myself to stand. Breathing heavily, I lean against the shakujou. My no longer cursed right had clutches at the jewel. Tucking it into my robes, I recall something else.
Kohaku.
Certainly the child is near... Regaining his memories, slowely. Ah.. There. In the coal black of the starless night, he's almost impossible to see.
I can bring him to Sango. He's alive, I can tell. And if I'm not mistaken, he's no longer dependant on the shard to live. Breathing heavily, I make my way to him, collapsing at his side. I'm so tired...But first I must see Sango.
Carefully I pull the shard from the boys back. I was right. He's still alive.
So tired... But Sango.. Sango first. Then sleep. Lifting the boy --He's very light, and yet..Feels heavy-- I turn from the direction I had been going. Turn to where I had come from. Leaning heavily on the shakujou to walk, begin in that direction.
I barely see the pool of blood. My blood. It looks like tar. So dark. Forbording. Frowning now, I step over the puddle, making my way back to where the trees clutched at me. Trees wearing scowls, with their arms stretched toward me.
I'm seeing things, now. Death wants to claim me. But It can't..Sango first. Trudging through the forest, I collapse to my knees. Just a short rest. I can't even feel my knees. So tired. So dizzy.
I styand wearily, eyes half lidded, blood running in torrents from the wound made by the sword. Definatly poisoned.
Giving a soft cough, I begin again to walk, allowing blood to run over my lip. I have to see
Sango.
And there she is. Crying. In the same place I left her. "San..Go.." So beautiful. So very beautiful.
And she looks up. And I fall down. I can't stand again. It would be pointless. "Sango.." And now she's up. At my side. Pulling Kohaku from my grasp. Crying even harder. Hugging Kohaku. Or maybe not. It's all too dark.
She pulled me into an embrace, sobbing loudly. Screaming almost. It seems like it. Maybe I'm just afraid to let her go. So it seems like screaming, to keep me with her. It's not working. "I..Got to see you again.."
I feel so guilty. Dieing on her. Doing just as I wanted to prevent the whole time...My hand hurts.. The jewel. It must have cut into my hand. Opening it, she examines my bleeding palm. Double takes. Noted both the jewel, and lack of hole for the first time. and prompty weeps harder.
And that's where everything went dark.
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Mwahahahahahaha! Will there be more? I don't know. I could make him live, and do another chapter...Or that could be his demise.. You pick.
Oh.. I realise he's a bit OOC.. But dieing.. Or dead, who knows. All I know is I have an ewxcuse. He wanted to make Sango happy. He wanted Naraku dead. His hatred grew, as he thought about what happened. So.. Yeah..
And if you think he's not ooc.. Well thank you! But.. I think he is, a bit.
Miroku: Does my oppinion matter in the least? I say I ought to live. After all. I can't die without an heir.
Sango: You already killed Naraku -.-
Miroku: Ah. Even so... I deserve a little fun, atleast...
Sango: Hentai!
Miroku: *grin*
^^;;;;;; Err.. Right....