Fateful Curse
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Inuyasha or any of these characters in my story, sadly. Lucky Rumiko Takahashi does though. Why not me? I'm creative. I love Sessy and Rin. I love Sango and Miroku. I love Shippo and Kirara. I love Kagome and Inuyasha. AISHITERU EVERYONE, except for Kikyo, Naraku, and Jaken. Kaede's ok. Just ok. -.-*
Here's part of Sango and Miroku's version of when they woke up.
::thoughts:: ENJOY!
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Chapter Five: The Awakening
::So warm. Feels good. Don't leave:: Sango stirred in her sleep, subconsciously aware of the cause of the warmth she was feeling. ::Need more. Feel cold:: Sango pulled the cause of warmth closer to her body, wanting to feel more relaxed and comfortable. ::So soft and smooth:: She rubbed her cheek against the cause of warmth and nuzzled it. ::Feel relaxed. Feel good:: She tried to wiggle closer to the cause of the warmth, pulling it tightly to her. ::Feel better now:: Sango then drifted back into an inviting slumber.
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Miroku felt something nuzzle him in his chest. He tried to ignore it and continue his dream he was having. He felt something wiggle against him but he tried to focus on his dream. Again, something pulled him tighter to it and then relaxed. Miroku tried to relax and keep his focus on his dream. It was hard to figure out what was going on. It didn't make any real sense.
{---[::Miroku's Dream::]---}
I'm spinning. I'm spinning around in circles. I look down. I'm spinning inside small circles. As I spin faster, the circles grow larger. Larger and larger they grow. It's solid. I'm getting dizzy. The circle opens and I fall through. I close my eyes and wait for the end of the fall. I open my eyes because I haven't landed. I am standing still. It's very dark and I'm all alone. By myself. Trapped and alone in a dark room. Darkness seems to close in on me because I'm bright and I have light. The darkness wants the light gone. Walls are closing in. Darkness is coming closer.
The darkness is less than an inch away and I want my light to stay. I close my eyes and scream out. The darkness seems to fall to the ground like it was only a blanket to cover me up. I'm surrounded, by clean white walls. I look around and run over to the nearest wall to my right. I search around to get out but a red line falls from the ceiling onto the wall, tainting it and making the wall dirty. I reach out to touch the red line but more lines come down and cover the wall with the red mess. I try to pull my hand, my cursed hand, back from the wall but I can't. My cursed hand reaches forward to touch the red wall. It's sticky. I realize what the red is. Blood. Red blood is coating the wall!
The wall seems to grow hands and it pulls me into it. I try to pull back but I can't move. I can't control my own body. I surrounded by all the blood. It's trying to suffocate me but instead, I feel like I'm drowning in it. My eyes are closed because I don't want to see all the blood on my body.
I can finally move at the last instant of my life. I push forward and the blood comes off. I open my eyes and my eyes hurt because it's so bright. My eyes adjust and I feel something in my hands. I look down and in my hands is a pillow. A big white fluffy soft pillow. I turn the pillow over and a knife is pressed into the pillow. I try to pull it out but it's stuck and the knife burns my hand. I retract my hand and drop the pillow. Once it hits the ground, it turns into a rotting corpse. Skin is dripping off the corpse and it falls onto the ground. I stare at it in shock. The corpse's head turns to me smiling evilly. Its hand reaches to touch me but I move back, away from it.
The corpse's body turns to water. More water comes from nowhere and drops from the sky. It falls on top of my head and I fall to the ground. The water swallows me up, and it weighs me down so I can't move. I can breathe underwater. I'm not going to drown. My eyes are opened and the water disappears and falls away. I'm on an island. There's a forest on the island. I walk up onto the shore and a door is standing in front of me. I hear a voice, trying to tell me something, but I can't make out the words. Something won't let me listen but I have to. The voice won't repeat itself.
Curiosity gets the better of me. I reach out and pull on the rusty handle of the white door. I pull hard on the handle and the door swings open so fast it almost hit me and threw me to the ground. Darkness comes out of the door. It climbs onto my body. First it crawls over my legs, up my thighs, to my stomach. I can't move my lower body. I try to move and get out of there before it consumes all of me. It's so cold. The darkness is freezing and nothing can warm me up. The darkness reaches up to my neck and I hear the voice. I can make out the words this time.
'You should have known better. It has awakened now. It shall not be a good future, for the past will ruin thy future. Your destiny and your fate have now changed! It has awakened! It shall not have pity on thy souls! Awaken...'
{---[::End of Dream::]---}
Miroku awoke with a start. He was shivering. He was cold from the darkness in his dream. ::How can a dream be real? It isn't. My mind is only playing with me:: He looked down and saw Sango in his arms, still sleeping. Her raven hair was spread out, cascading over his and her arms. Her pink full lips were slightly pouting and her skin didn't look so ghostly pale as before. She looked like an angel. But her skin still felt icy cold. ::She must be a little sick. I should have gotten her out of the rain sooner::
Miroku tightened his hold on Sango and rubbed his hands up and down her back, trying to share what was left of his warmth. He fingered and traced the scar on her back, a scar that was given to her by her brother Kohaku. Miroku pulled his cursed hand up to his sight. His rosary beads clanked together at his movement. ::Everyone has their scars. Some are just deeper than others:: He set his hand back onto Sango's back.
Miroku remained content for a while, listening to Sango's steady breathing, rubbing her back, and playing with her hair. Her head rested on the crook of his neck. Her breath felt so warm as it touched his skin. Her naked body was pressed up against his own. Her legs were wrapped around his. Her hands were placed on his chest and his warmth radiated throughout her body. ::I better get up before she wakes up a catches me with her. Sango will not take lightly to this compromising position:: He reluctantly untangled himself out of Sango's grasp, but she tried to reach out and pull him back to her.
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- - - - ::Where's the warmth going? Stay with me. Don't leave:: Sango reached out to grab the warmth and pull it back. The warmth shushed her and said he'd be right back. She listened to the warmth and she trusted him. She wrapped herself deeper into the blankets, which still radiated from his warmth. ::Come back soon, my warmth. I need you:: Sango frowned and waited for him to come back.
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Miroku told Sango he'd be right back and he went over to the dim fire. He had hung his and Sango's clothes near the fire so they could dry. Miroku touched his clothing but noticed they were still a little damp. He looked down at Sango's clothes and brushed his hand over it. ::At least hers had dried:: He turned his gaze back to Sango's sleeping form. Her bare back was to him so he couldn't get a look at her angelic face. He resisted the urge to go over to her and rub his hands up and down her creamy skin. ::Stop thinking about her like that!:: Miroku decided he should get dressed before Sango got up and discovered him naked. He dressed himself as fast as he could.
Once Miroku was dressed, he looked over to the window. It was still raining, but not as hard as before. One could hear the rain as it hit on top of the roof of the cabin. It was the early evening, he could tell, but it was still dark outside. ::I guess we can't leave for a while. I hope there's some food in this cabin::
Miroku searched the one room cabin for any signs of food but found none. ::Oh great. Just my luck. No food. I can't let Sango starve to death:: He removed Sango's clothes away from the fire and lain them on a chair over by Sango's side of the bed. Miroku added more dry logs to the fire pit and they quickly caught on flame. ::I hope that's enough::
He walked over to Sango and placed a hand on her cheek. ::She feels warmer. I'm glad:: Miroku smiled down at her with hints of love in his eyes and right at that moment, Sango chose to wake up from her sleep.
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- - - - - ::What is that presence I sense near me? It seems awfully familiar:: Sango felt something resting on her face. ::So soft. Just like that warmth:: Sango then seemed to regain her common sense and tried to put two and two together. ::Wait a moment. There was only one person who I was with this morning. There could only be one person with me. The others left me alone with him, so the person with me now has to be....::
Sango opened her eyes and came face to face with the monk himself. His smiling face was only a few inches away from hers. She blushed at the close proximity. Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with dread and anger. Both of them had the same thought in mind.
::This is NOT going to end out too good::
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^_^ So, how do you like? Is it what you expected or what? I hope you liked it 'cause I liked writing it. I know the dream is kind of weird and all but it should make sense in the end, which will be a while. I ended out kind of in a cliffhanger but just wait- the best is yet to come!! ^_^ Sango/Miroku are just so kawaii together!!
-Heather Christi
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Inuyasha or any of these characters in my story, sadly. Lucky Rumiko Takahashi does though. Why not me? I'm creative. I love Sessy and Rin. I love Sango and Miroku. I love Shippo and Kirara. I love Kagome and Inuyasha. AISHITERU EVERYONE, except for Kikyo, Naraku, and Jaken. Kaede's ok. Just ok. -.-*
Here's part of Sango and Miroku's version of when they woke up.
::thoughts:: ENJOY!
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Chapter Five: The Awakening
::So warm. Feels good. Don't leave:: Sango stirred in her sleep, subconsciously aware of the cause of the warmth she was feeling. ::Need more. Feel cold:: Sango pulled the cause of warmth closer to her body, wanting to feel more relaxed and comfortable. ::So soft and smooth:: She rubbed her cheek against the cause of warmth and nuzzled it. ::Feel relaxed. Feel good:: She tried to wiggle closer to the cause of the warmth, pulling it tightly to her. ::Feel better now:: Sango then drifted back into an inviting slumber.
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Miroku felt something nuzzle him in his chest. He tried to ignore it and continue his dream he was having. He felt something wiggle against him but he tried to focus on his dream. Again, something pulled him tighter to it and then relaxed. Miroku tried to relax and keep his focus on his dream. It was hard to figure out what was going on. It didn't make any real sense.
{---[::Miroku's Dream::]---}
I'm spinning. I'm spinning around in circles. I look down. I'm spinning inside small circles. As I spin faster, the circles grow larger. Larger and larger they grow. It's solid. I'm getting dizzy. The circle opens and I fall through. I close my eyes and wait for the end of the fall. I open my eyes because I haven't landed. I am standing still. It's very dark and I'm all alone. By myself. Trapped and alone in a dark room. Darkness seems to close in on me because I'm bright and I have light. The darkness wants the light gone. Walls are closing in. Darkness is coming closer.
The darkness is less than an inch away and I want my light to stay. I close my eyes and scream out. The darkness seems to fall to the ground like it was only a blanket to cover me up. I'm surrounded, by clean white walls. I look around and run over to the nearest wall to my right. I search around to get out but a red line falls from the ceiling onto the wall, tainting it and making the wall dirty. I reach out to touch the red line but more lines come down and cover the wall with the red mess. I try to pull my hand, my cursed hand, back from the wall but I can't. My cursed hand reaches forward to touch the red wall. It's sticky. I realize what the red is. Blood. Red blood is coating the wall!
The wall seems to grow hands and it pulls me into it. I try to pull back but I can't move. I can't control my own body. I surrounded by all the blood. It's trying to suffocate me but instead, I feel like I'm drowning in it. My eyes are closed because I don't want to see all the blood on my body.
I can finally move at the last instant of my life. I push forward and the blood comes off. I open my eyes and my eyes hurt because it's so bright. My eyes adjust and I feel something in my hands. I look down and in my hands is a pillow. A big white fluffy soft pillow. I turn the pillow over and a knife is pressed into the pillow. I try to pull it out but it's stuck and the knife burns my hand. I retract my hand and drop the pillow. Once it hits the ground, it turns into a rotting corpse. Skin is dripping off the corpse and it falls onto the ground. I stare at it in shock. The corpse's head turns to me smiling evilly. Its hand reaches to touch me but I move back, away from it.
The corpse's body turns to water. More water comes from nowhere and drops from the sky. It falls on top of my head and I fall to the ground. The water swallows me up, and it weighs me down so I can't move. I can breathe underwater. I'm not going to drown. My eyes are opened and the water disappears and falls away. I'm on an island. There's a forest on the island. I walk up onto the shore and a door is standing in front of me. I hear a voice, trying to tell me something, but I can't make out the words. Something won't let me listen but I have to. The voice won't repeat itself.
Curiosity gets the better of me. I reach out and pull on the rusty handle of the white door. I pull hard on the handle and the door swings open so fast it almost hit me and threw me to the ground. Darkness comes out of the door. It climbs onto my body. First it crawls over my legs, up my thighs, to my stomach. I can't move my lower body. I try to move and get out of there before it consumes all of me. It's so cold. The darkness is freezing and nothing can warm me up. The darkness reaches up to my neck and I hear the voice. I can make out the words this time.
'You should have known better. It has awakened now. It shall not be a good future, for the past will ruin thy future. Your destiny and your fate have now changed! It has awakened! It shall not have pity on thy souls! Awaken...'
{---[::End of Dream::]---}
Miroku awoke with a start. He was shivering. He was cold from the darkness in his dream. ::How can a dream be real? It isn't. My mind is only playing with me:: He looked down and saw Sango in his arms, still sleeping. Her raven hair was spread out, cascading over his and her arms. Her pink full lips were slightly pouting and her skin didn't look so ghostly pale as before. She looked like an angel. But her skin still felt icy cold. ::She must be a little sick. I should have gotten her out of the rain sooner::
Miroku tightened his hold on Sango and rubbed his hands up and down her back, trying to share what was left of his warmth. He fingered and traced the scar on her back, a scar that was given to her by her brother Kohaku. Miroku pulled his cursed hand up to his sight. His rosary beads clanked together at his movement. ::Everyone has their scars. Some are just deeper than others:: He set his hand back onto Sango's back.
Miroku remained content for a while, listening to Sango's steady breathing, rubbing her back, and playing with her hair. Her head rested on the crook of his neck. Her breath felt so warm as it touched his skin. Her naked body was pressed up against his own. Her legs were wrapped around his. Her hands were placed on his chest and his warmth radiated throughout her body. ::I better get up before she wakes up a catches me with her. Sango will not take lightly to this compromising position:: He reluctantly untangled himself out of Sango's grasp, but she tried to reach out and pull him back to her.
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- - - - ::Where's the warmth going? Stay with me. Don't leave:: Sango reached out to grab the warmth and pull it back. The warmth shushed her and said he'd be right back. She listened to the warmth and she trusted him. She wrapped herself deeper into the blankets, which still radiated from his warmth. ::Come back soon, my warmth. I need you:: Sango frowned and waited for him to come back.
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Miroku told Sango he'd be right back and he went over to the dim fire. He had hung his and Sango's clothes near the fire so they could dry. Miroku touched his clothing but noticed they were still a little damp. He looked down at Sango's clothes and brushed his hand over it. ::At least hers had dried:: He turned his gaze back to Sango's sleeping form. Her bare back was to him so he couldn't get a look at her angelic face. He resisted the urge to go over to her and rub his hands up and down her creamy skin. ::Stop thinking about her like that!:: Miroku decided he should get dressed before Sango got up and discovered him naked. He dressed himself as fast as he could.
Once Miroku was dressed, he looked over to the window. It was still raining, but not as hard as before. One could hear the rain as it hit on top of the roof of the cabin. It was the early evening, he could tell, but it was still dark outside. ::I guess we can't leave for a while. I hope there's some food in this cabin::
Miroku searched the one room cabin for any signs of food but found none. ::Oh great. Just my luck. No food. I can't let Sango starve to death:: He removed Sango's clothes away from the fire and lain them on a chair over by Sango's side of the bed. Miroku added more dry logs to the fire pit and they quickly caught on flame. ::I hope that's enough::
He walked over to Sango and placed a hand on her cheek. ::She feels warmer. I'm glad:: Miroku smiled down at her with hints of love in his eyes and right at that moment, Sango chose to wake up from her sleep.
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- - - - - ::What is that presence I sense near me? It seems awfully familiar:: Sango felt something resting on her face. ::So soft. Just like that warmth:: Sango then seemed to regain her common sense and tried to put two and two together. ::Wait a moment. There was only one person who I was with this morning. There could only be one person with me. The others left me alone with him, so the person with me now has to be....::
Sango opened her eyes and came face to face with the monk himself. His smiling face was only a few inches away from hers. She blushed at the close proximity. Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with dread and anger. Both of them had the same thought in mind.
::This is NOT going to end out too good::
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^_^ So, how do you like? Is it what you expected or what? I hope you liked it 'cause I liked writing it. I know the dream is kind of weird and all but it should make sense in the end, which will be a while. I ended out kind of in a cliffhanger but just wait- the best is yet to come!! ^_^ Sango/Miroku are just so kawaii together!!
-Heather Christi