Fateful Curse by Heather Christi
DISCLAIMER: Too lazy to type this anymore. Go back to earlier chapters to see it.
I'm a little late on my updating. I need some support from you fans. You reviewers keep me inspired and give me hope and confidence in my stories! Thank you all who have stuck with me!
::thoughts:: ENJOY!
Chapter Twelve: Don't Knock On My Door
"Sango, I'm falling in love with you," spoke the perverted priest in a guarded and frightened voice.
The demon slayer sat there staring at her companion in awe, confusion, disbelief, and shock. She didn't quite understand. :: You mean those wandering hands of his didn't just mindlessly grope me for some weird twisted pleasure of seeing me squirm under his grasp? Did he really like me the whole time? What was the point of those touches? He didn't bring me closer to him. His way of 'handling' things (mostly her backside) had only pushed me away. Was that what he intended in the beginning?::
"You don't have to say anything Sango. I just wanted to let you know, just in case. You never know when a demon could come out of no where and tear you limb from limb," said Miroku truthfully.
Unfortunately his words only caused images to project in her mind like a movie. Most of the images reminded of her of her brother Kohaku and her father. ::I can't think about this now. I have to keep focused on Miroku and *this* problem. Maybe he wanted to push me away because he didn't want anyone to get hurt. Wait! He knows he's going to die unless he defeats Naraku. He doesn't want to chance anyone getting attached to him because he thinks that he'd only cause them pain. It makes sense but one thing doesn't. If this really is true, why'd he kiss me?::
"Miroku. . . I don't know what to say," spoke the confused demon slayer. "I'm confused. What about those women, the women you asked to bear your child? What do those women mean to you? Why'd you ask them that?"
He was silent for a moment before he picked up and started again.
"Sango, you have to understand some things about me first," Miroku started but he was interrupted by a light knock on the cabin door. It could only be one person.
With a few mumbles (probably curses) under his breath, the perverted houshi walked over to the door in annoyance and irritation and opened it up to reveal the blue-haired goddess-like beauty Otaki-seisui. Her sky blue eyes were teary and red-rimmed, lacking their normal spark and energy. She looked exhausted but she stood there proud with her chin in the air defiantly, not daring to let any of the unshed tears in her eyes fall and roll down her cheeks like a small warm river of salt and hopelessness. She may have been crying inside but something was keeping her from showing it. What was controlling her? She didn't even know.
"Otaki! I was so worried!" exclaimed Sango. She launched her body at the blue-haired woman and held onto her tightly; burying her face into her neck (Otaki's taller than her). "I thought you left us for good!" Otaki gently embraced her back with the same fierceness as Sango while Miroku looked on at the scene with annoyance and jealousy.
"It's okay Sango. I'm alright. It's just that my sister," Otaki broke off with a choked sob, burying her face deeper into Sango's hair, searching for comfort from the raven-haired demon huntress. Otaki was so afraid she was going to lose another one closer to her. She didn't know that it was going to be her own hands that would take Sango's soul from this world.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here for you and so is Miroku," with that Sango released Otaki from her hug and walked over to Miroku to stand at his side. He automatically wrapped an arm around her waist to bring her closer to his warm body. She looked up at him and his violet eyes were standing down at her with great fondness and affection shining in its depths. Sango smiled warmly up at him. ::I think I could grow to love my houshi::
Otaki looked on at the scene with a knowing sad smile on her features. Something didn't feel right though. She felt as if she knew something was going to happen, something not good. She was getting bad vibes from all around her but mostly coming from the couple stand in front of here, staring lovingly at each other.
A crackle sounded from the low fire over on the side of the room in the stone fireplace. The golden light from the fire sent a warm aura over the cabin and showered its insiders with a healthy cozy glow. The Buddhist priest looked at the fireplace and glared at it in annoyance.
"Sango, I'll be right back. I better get some more dry wood for the fire," he said.
Miroku bent down and brushed his lips across her soft cheek. She could feel the blood rush to her face. When he pulled back, she swore she could still feel his warm lips on her skin. Sango was such in a daze that she didn't even notice that a whole stack of dry wood was towered in a pile by the side of the fireplace. Her love seemed to be blinding her. Otaki didn't feel compelled to tell him about the wood either. The monk walked over to the cabin door and exited the room, leaving Sango in the hands of a possible murderer.
"You are very lucky," Otaki said, knocking Sango out of her daze and back into reality. Otaki was sending her a loving smile that sent the huntress in confusion.
"I. . .I. . .I don't know what you. . . mean Otaki," the demon slayer managed to pipe out.
Something in the atmosphere seemed to change at that moment. The aura didn't seem so warm and comfortable. It felt dark and gloomy, almost sinister and evil. It was cooler in the air but maybe that was because of the low fire that couldn't spread its warmth too far. They were standing a good three feet apart and Sango could still see the mysterious woman's features well. The demon huntress felt bad vibes clutch at her heart as she saw something somewhere in Otaki's sky blue eyes flicker with emotion.
"You are very lucky you have that priest with you. Unfortunately for you, you won't be around long enough to appreciate your good fortune. Your luck has just run out!" Otaki spat at Sango. Otaki's words sent a chill tumbling down the length of Sango's spine and she shuddered at the strange feeling.
The blue-haired woman (suspiciously somehow not related to miss famous Wonder Woman) held up her hand in front and a sword magically formed in her slender hand. The silver of the sword's piercing blade seemed to fool the naked eye and gleam in the fire glow that encased the one-room log cabin.
Sango took a step back, trying to get away from the now crazed falcon demon. "Otaki, what are you doing?!" She kept backing away but that didn't help because every time she took a step back, Otaki took a step forward. Shakily, Sango put her hand on the hilt of her sword's base and pulled the sharp object out of its sheath. She held the sword with two hands in front of her unsteadily and kept backing up with Otaki still keeping with her movements.
"I thought it was pretty obvious what I'm going to do Sango," the demon said. Her voice was very calm and casual as if it was an everyday activity for her but it was almost like she was scolding her too. "No more words Sango. It'll only distract us from what fate really wants to happen her today," Otaki spoke.
With that, she lunged at Sango with her sword but it was blocked with the demon huntress's. Otaki pulled back and swung for her legs. Sango jumped up at the right time and swung her own sword down to meet with Otaki's shoulder. The falcon demon's speed prevented that and she quickly dodged the blowing take with great agility. Otaki moved back till she was a few feet away from Sango.
"Enough of this child plays. Time for some real action!" Otaki held her hand out in front of her with a crazy glint gleaming in her sky blue eyes. She started chanting something over and over in Japanese. "Shou oyobi fuubi gogyou dzuki mi-to motte sukin!"
Sango stared in amazement as she saw Otaki's hand glow silver and azure. The tips of her fingers were a light emerald and the palm was a faint crimson. She looked up at Otaki's face and a crazy smile that you see on people at mental institutions graced her features in a sadistic way. Sango knew she was in big trouble (emphasis on big).
Blasts of dark red beams came out of her hand and missed Sango's face by inches! The demon huntress gasped as she felt the heat of the blast as it passed by her face. Second, blasts of light blue beams shot out and hit smack dab in the middle of Sango's stomach with such force it caused her to double over at the pain. It felt like the wind was being knocked out of her. Blasts of forest green beams appeared and wrapped around Sango like vines, putting her in a body wrap. She tried to struggle out of their grasp but the more she moved, the tighter the vines got. That didn't stop her from struggle though.
One moment the falcon demon was away from her and the next second she was standing a foot away, holding Sango's chin in her hand. Sango stared up at her in hatred and Otaki just smirked down at her amusingly.
"I think its time to finish this now," Otaki said venomously. She backed away until she was a reasonable distance away from the demon slayer. Otaki held up her hand which was still going bright. Sango stared in horror, thinking that this was her last. "See you in hell."
A silver and azure beam shot out as quickly as lightning. Raven and sky blue hair fluttered down on the scene, both of the rivals falling heavily to hit the dusty cabin's floor. Crimson blood flowed down smooth tan skin and dripped into a puddle on the hard floor. The wall beside the fireplace lay in ruins of stone and wood. The meddling smoke cleared up and a figure clad in purple robes stepped into the scene. The figure rushed over to the demon huntress's side anxious and worried for her safety and wellbeing.
"Sango! Sango! Are you okay?" The priest took his love into his arm, feeling something sharp prick through his robes and into his skin. He could see the outline of something wrapped around his beloved slayer. He hastily tore the vines off of her body, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through his hand when a thorn pierced through his flesh.
Once all the intruding vines were gone, the perverted houshi took the huntress in his arms and held her close and tight to him. "Sango say something," asked the concerned monk.
"Miroku? Is that you?" Sango coughed out.
When the monk heard her voice and was sure she was revived into consciousness, he held onto her tighter and embraced her like no tomorrow. "You scared me. I thought you were hurt badly or maybe even worse. Are you alright my dear Sango?" She blushed at the meaning of his words. He cared for her deeply and he also called her his.
"I'm fine. Although I now know that stones are not a good rebound for falling," the huntress said. Miroku chuckled and was glad she was okay. "Something puzzles me though. I don't understand what happened to Otaki. Why was she acting this way? Wait a minute! Where is that traitor?!" Sango exclaimed, alarmed and worried. She tried to free herself from Miroku's grasp but he held her tightly.
"Hush my dear Sango. Let me explain," Miroku stated calmly and Sango halted in her struggling.
"Alright, I am listening, my houshi." The monk felt a faint blush creep upon his cheeks. He leaned back to stare into Sango's chocolate brown eyes. The huntress blushed at his very calculating and intimate stare. Miroku reached into his robes and pulled out a dark pink shard from the Shikon jewel. Sango stared at the jewel in amazement. She had never seen a jewel shard this close before. She could feel the evil from the shard come off of it almost in waves.
"Do you see this Sango?" Miroku asked. She nodded. "This was embedded in her back just like one that is embedded in your brother's back." Sango frowned at his words and she cringed in disgust. The demon slayer stared at the jewel shard in hatred. "Do you understand what that means?"
"Partly," Sango replied softly.
"It means that Naraku was using her to get to us. He was only toying with her and using her as a puppet. No wonder Otaki had called him a coward," Miroku explained. Sango was disgusted in that sinister demon. She wanted him dead more than ever. He had messed with Otaki's life just like he had to so many others. Oh how she hated that demon to no ends. She wanted him gone!
"Wait a minute Miroku. How'd you get that shard out of her back?" Sango asked, removing her eyes from the jewel to stare into Miroku's violet orbs.
"She dropped her sword when she was casting those spells on you. I picked it up and. well you know what happened. I'm so glad I got to her first before she got to you. I don't know what I would have down if I lost you Sango!" Miroku leaned down and embraced her tightly in fear. Afraid that if he let her go, she would disappear forever.
"Miroku," Sango said, returning the embrace back just as tightly. "I think. . . no! I know that. . . I'm falling in love with you."
Miroku pulled back to look into Sango's chocolate brown eyes searching for the truth. When he found what he was looking for, he leaned down and captured her soft lips with his own, taking in her soul, her heart, and her love.
What he found in her eyes was much more than what he thought at the time. He saw her fear of the future and what would happen to them. He saw her happiness at being alive and being here with him. He saw her despair for the future and for their loss. He saw her beautiful untainted soul and he embraced it.
Now they had to embrace their fate, together. It was just a matter of if they could conquer it or not.
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'Shou oyobi fuubi gogyou dzuki mi-to motte sukin' mean 'destroy with the elements' basically.
How'd you like it? That's it actually. The story is over. I have the epilogue coming up next and I hope you liked it! Thanks for everyone that stuck with me throughout this project. I will have a page dedicated to all my reviewers who reviewed even if for one chapter (which most of you did)! Thank you so much and look forward to more of my stories!
-Heather Christi (=^-^=)
DISCLAIMER: Too lazy to type this anymore. Go back to earlier chapters to see it.
I'm a little late on my updating. I need some support from you fans. You reviewers keep me inspired and give me hope and confidence in my stories! Thank you all who have stuck with me!
::thoughts:: ENJOY!
Chapter Twelve: Don't Knock On My Door
"Sango, I'm falling in love with you," spoke the perverted priest in a guarded and frightened voice.
The demon slayer sat there staring at her companion in awe, confusion, disbelief, and shock. She didn't quite understand. :: You mean those wandering hands of his didn't just mindlessly grope me for some weird twisted pleasure of seeing me squirm under his grasp? Did he really like me the whole time? What was the point of those touches? He didn't bring me closer to him. His way of 'handling' things (mostly her backside) had only pushed me away. Was that what he intended in the beginning?::
"You don't have to say anything Sango. I just wanted to let you know, just in case. You never know when a demon could come out of no where and tear you limb from limb," said Miroku truthfully.
Unfortunately his words only caused images to project in her mind like a movie. Most of the images reminded of her of her brother Kohaku and her father. ::I can't think about this now. I have to keep focused on Miroku and *this* problem. Maybe he wanted to push me away because he didn't want anyone to get hurt. Wait! He knows he's going to die unless he defeats Naraku. He doesn't want to chance anyone getting attached to him because he thinks that he'd only cause them pain. It makes sense but one thing doesn't. If this really is true, why'd he kiss me?::
"Miroku. . . I don't know what to say," spoke the confused demon slayer. "I'm confused. What about those women, the women you asked to bear your child? What do those women mean to you? Why'd you ask them that?"
He was silent for a moment before he picked up and started again.
"Sango, you have to understand some things about me first," Miroku started but he was interrupted by a light knock on the cabin door. It could only be one person.
With a few mumbles (probably curses) under his breath, the perverted houshi walked over to the door in annoyance and irritation and opened it up to reveal the blue-haired goddess-like beauty Otaki-seisui. Her sky blue eyes were teary and red-rimmed, lacking their normal spark and energy. She looked exhausted but she stood there proud with her chin in the air defiantly, not daring to let any of the unshed tears in her eyes fall and roll down her cheeks like a small warm river of salt and hopelessness. She may have been crying inside but something was keeping her from showing it. What was controlling her? She didn't even know.
"Otaki! I was so worried!" exclaimed Sango. She launched her body at the blue-haired woman and held onto her tightly; burying her face into her neck (Otaki's taller than her). "I thought you left us for good!" Otaki gently embraced her back with the same fierceness as Sango while Miroku looked on at the scene with annoyance and jealousy.
"It's okay Sango. I'm alright. It's just that my sister," Otaki broke off with a choked sob, burying her face deeper into Sango's hair, searching for comfort from the raven-haired demon huntress. Otaki was so afraid she was going to lose another one closer to her. She didn't know that it was going to be her own hands that would take Sango's soul from this world.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here for you and so is Miroku," with that Sango released Otaki from her hug and walked over to Miroku to stand at his side. He automatically wrapped an arm around her waist to bring her closer to his warm body. She looked up at him and his violet eyes were standing down at her with great fondness and affection shining in its depths. Sango smiled warmly up at him. ::I think I could grow to love my houshi::
Otaki looked on at the scene with a knowing sad smile on her features. Something didn't feel right though. She felt as if she knew something was going to happen, something not good. She was getting bad vibes from all around her but mostly coming from the couple stand in front of here, staring lovingly at each other.
A crackle sounded from the low fire over on the side of the room in the stone fireplace. The golden light from the fire sent a warm aura over the cabin and showered its insiders with a healthy cozy glow. The Buddhist priest looked at the fireplace and glared at it in annoyance.
"Sango, I'll be right back. I better get some more dry wood for the fire," he said.
Miroku bent down and brushed his lips across her soft cheek. She could feel the blood rush to her face. When he pulled back, she swore she could still feel his warm lips on her skin. Sango was such in a daze that she didn't even notice that a whole stack of dry wood was towered in a pile by the side of the fireplace. Her love seemed to be blinding her. Otaki didn't feel compelled to tell him about the wood either. The monk walked over to the cabin door and exited the room, leaving Sango in the hands of a possible murderer.
"You are very lucky," Otaki said, knocking Sango out of her daze and back into reality. Otaki was sending her a loving smile that sent the huntress in confusion.
"I. . .I. . .I don't know what you. . . mean Otaki," the demon slayer managed to pipe out.
Something in the atmosphere seemed to change at that moment. The aura didn't seem so warm and comfortable. It felt dark and gloomy, almost sinister and evil. It was cooler in the air but maybe that was because of the low fire that couldn't spread its warmth too far. They were standing a good three feet apart and Sango could still see the mysterious woman's features well. The demon huntress felt bad vibes clutch at her heart as she saw something somewhere in Otaki's sky blue eyes flicker with emotion.
"You are very lucky you have that priest with you. Unfortunately for you, you won't be around long enough to appreciate your good fortune. Your luck has just run out!" Otaki spat at Sango. Otaki's words sent a chill tumbling down the length of Sango's spine and she shuddered at the strange feeling.
The blue-haired woman (suspiciously somehow not related to miss famous Wonder Woman) held up her hand in front and a sword magically formed in her slender hand. The silver of the sword's piercing blade seemed to fool the naked eye and gleam in the fire glow that encased the one-room log cabin.
Sango took a step back, trying to get away from the now crazed falcon demon. "Otaki, what are you doing?!" She kept backing away but that didn't help because every time she took a step back, Otaki took a step forward. Shakily, Sango put her hand on the hilt of her sword's base and pulled the sharp object out of its sheath. She held the sword with two hands in front of her unsteadily and kept backing up with Otaki still keeping with her movements.
"I thought it was pretty obvious what I'm going to do Sango," the demon said. Her voice was very calm and casual as if it was an everyday activity for her but it was almost like she was scolding her too. "No more words Sango. It'll only distract us from what fate really wants to happen her today," Otaki spoke.
With that, she lunged at Sango with her sword but it was blocked with the demon huntress's. Otaki pulled back and swung for her legs. Sango jumped up at the right time and swung her own sword down to meet with Otaki's shoulder. The falcon demon's speed prevented that and she quickly dodged the blowing take with great agility. Otaki moved back till she was a few feet away from Sango.
"Enough of this child plays. Time for some real action!" Otaki held her hand out in front of her with a crazy glint gleaming in her sky blue eyes. She started chanting something over and over in Japanese. "Shou oyobi fuubi gogyou dzuki mi-to motte sukin!"
Sango stared in amazement as she saw Otaki's hand glow silver and azure. The tips of her fingers were a light emerald and the palm was a faint crimson. She looked up at Otaki's face and a crazy smile that you see on people at mental institutions graced her features in a sadistic way. Sango knew she was in big trouble (emphasis on big).
Blasts of dark red beams came out of her hand and missed Sango's face by inches! The demon huntress gasped as she felt the heat of the blast as it passed by her face. Second, blasts of light blue beams shot out and hit smack dab in the middle of Sango's stomach with such force it caused her to double over at the pain. It felt like the wind was being knocked out of her. Blasts of forest green beams appeared and wrapped around Sango like vines, putting her in a body wrap. She tried to struggle out of their grasp but the more she moved, the tighter the vines got. That didn't stop her from struggle though.
One moment the falcon demon was away from her and the next second she was standing a foot away, holding Sango's chin in her hand. Sango stared up at her in hatred and Otaki just smirked down at her amusingly.
"I think its time to finish this now," Otaki said venomously. She backed away until she was a reasonable distance away from the demon slayer. Otaki held up her hand which was still going bright. Sango stared in horror, thinking that this was her last. "See you in hell."
A silver and azure beam shot out as quickly as lightning. Raven and sky blue hair fluttered down on the scene, both of the rivals falling heavily to hit the dusty cabin's floor. Crimson blood flowed down smooth tan skin and dripped into a puddle on the hard floor. The wall beside the fireplace lay in ruins of stone and wood. The meddling smoke cleared up and a figure clad in purple robes stepped into the scene. The figure rushed over to the demon huntress's side anxious and worried for her safety and wellbeing.
"Sango! Sango! Are you okay?" The priest took his love into his arm, feeling something sharp prick through his robes and into his skin. He could see the outline of something wrapped around his beloved slayer. He hastily tore the vines off of her body, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through his hand when a thorn pierced through his flesh.
Once all the intruding vines were gone, the perverted houshi took the huntress in his arms and held her close and tight to him. "Sango say something," asked the concerned monk.
"Miroku? Is that you?" Sango coughed out.
When the monk heard her voice and was sure she was revived into consciousness, he held onto her tighter and embraced her like no tomorrow. "You scared me. I thought you were hurt badly or maybe even worse. Are you alright my dear Sango?" She blushed at the meaning of his words. He cared for her deeply and he also called her his.
"I'm fine. Although I now know that stones are not a good rebound for falling," the huntress said. Miroku chuckled and was glad she was okay. "Something puzzles me though. I don't understand what happened to Otaki. Why was she acting this way? Wait a minute! Where is that traitor?!" Sango exclaimed, alarmed and worried. She tried to free herself from Miroku's grasp but he held her tightly.
"Hush my dear Sango. Let me explain," Miroku stated calmly and Sango halted in her struggling.
"Alright, I am listening, my houshi." The monk felt a faint blush creep upon his cheeks. He leaned back to stare into Sango's chocolate brown eyes. The huntress blushed at his very calculating and intimate stare. Miroku reached into his robes and pulled out a dark pink shard from the Shikon jewel. Sango stared at the jewel in amazement. She had never seen a jewel shard this close before. She could feel the evil from the shard come off of it almost in waves.
"Do you see this Sango?" Miroku asked. She nodded. "This was embedded in her back just like one that is embedded in your brother's back." Sango frowned at his words and she cringed in disgust. The demon slayer stared at the jewel shard in hatred. "Do you understand what that means?"
"Partly," Sango replied softly.
"It means that Naraku was using her to get to us. He was only toying with her and using her as a puppet. No wonder Otaki had called him a coward," Miroku explained. Sango was disgusted in that sinister demon. She wanted him dead more than ever. He had messed with Otaki's life just like he had to so many others. Oh how she hated that demon to no ends. She wanted him gone!
"Wait a minute Miroku. How'd you get that shard out of her back?" Sango asked, removing her eyes from the jewel to stare into Miroku's violet orbs.
"She dropped her sword when she was casting those spells on you. I picked it up and. well you know what happened. I'm so glad I got to her first before she got to you. I don't know what I would have down if I lost you Sango!" Miroku leaned down and embraced her tightly in fear. Afraid that if he let her go, she would disappear forever.
"Miroku," Sango said, returning the embrace back just as tightly. "I think. . . no! I know that. . . I'm falling in love with you."
Miroku pulled back to look into Sango's chocolate brown eyes searching for the truth. When he found what he was looking for, he leaned down and captured her soft lips with his own, taking in her soul, her heart, and her love.
What he found in her eyes was much more than what he thought at the time. He saw her fear of the future and what would happen to them. He saw her happiness at being alive and being here with him. He saw her despair for the future and for their loss. He saw her beautiful untainted soul and he embraced it.
Now they had to embrace their fate, together. It was just a matter of if they could conquer it or not.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'Shou oyobi fuubi gogyou dzuki mi-to motte sukin' mean 'destroy with the elements' basically.
How'd you like it? That's it actually. The story is over. I have the epilogue coming up next and I hope you liked it! Thanks for everyone that stuck with me throughout this project. I will have a page dedicated to all my reviewers who reviewed even if for one chapter (which most of you did)! Thank you so much and look forward to more of my stories!
-Heather Christi (=^-^=)