Note: I apologize for how long it took to get these last parts of the story posted, but ch15 was hard to
write for some reason. Thank you so much to the people who've reviewed! Get ready for the best
(and longest) chapter. So, to pick up where we left off...
"Naraku," Sango whispered harshly with loathing in her voice. The demon who had
murdered her family and caused so many people unjustified anguish... he was behind this?
"Pardon me for the intrusion, but it thought you would have the job done by now, Yukina,"
Naraku sneered.
"I can do this on my own, Naraku!" Yukina yelled. "So get out of my way!" Lifting her
hands into the air, the draft in the room began to pick up, sweeping through her long, black hair. The
charms and amulets adorning the walls glowed with an eerie light as Yukina's legs wrapped and
melted into each other, black ebony scales emerging from her skin. A sharp growl emerged from her
throat as her body surged with demonic power, an ugly, contorted grin on her face.
As the atmosphere around Yukina swelled with a foreboding energy, Sango could sense the
last remnants of Lady Sadako's real soul wither away.
"Listen, Yukina," Naraku said sternly. "You deal with Seto when he comes. But leave
Sango to me. This demon-slayer has caused me enough problems, always thwarting my plans when
she should be dead."
The moonlight reflecting off the sheer hate in her eyes, Sango channeled her spirit energy
into her sword, and charged toward Naraku.
Bam! Naraku's fist slammed into Sango's face as her katana pierced his shoulder, burning
into his flesh, and creating a foul smell. The demon clutched his injured shoulder as Sango went
skidding across the room.
Her body lay motionless on the floor as Naraku's eyes burned with fury. He'd forgotten how
powerful this girl was.
Sango groaned and lifted her head, warm, crimson blood running over her left ear. Through
her shaky vision she watched as a blurred figure downed in a black and purple kimono approached.
"Sango, Sango," he taunted. "You know I'm an honest man. What's wrong? You don't
believe me? What if I returned something that belongs to you?" Naraku reached his hand behind his
back, pulling out Sango's boomerang weapon. "You dropped this in the forest. I'm sure you want it
back!"
Sango gasped as the demon lifted her weapon in the air, then slammed it onto her weak legs.
The sound of thunder ricocheted off the walls as the slayer listened to the odd crunching
noise her bones made and they split and speared through her skin.
My god... she thought... this can't be real... the bones above my knees... completely
shattered!
Her head swooned unsteadily as a dizzying nausea rushed over her upper body. Below her
waist, the pain spread like poison eating away her flesh. She had been rendered helpless, now all she
could do was wait for Naraku to seal her fate and end her agony.
"Now, Sango, say your last prayers," Naraku taunted. "Because your sure as Hell going to
need them." Pulling the boomerang upward, he swung the weapon down with increasing speed.
Sango braced herself for the final blow... the wooden end rushing to collide with her head.
This is the end, she thought. Here I am surrounded by people who hate me, my weapon
betraying me... and I end like this?
"Sango, no!"
Sango turned her head in the direction of the desperate voice as she saw a purple-robed
figure step in her line vision.
Slam! The sickening crack of bones resounded off the stone walls as Sango gasped at the
scene before her. Naraku, was confused to see that Miroku had leapt in the way, his arm now pinned
to the floor between the heavy weapon and the wooden planks where Sango's head should have
been.
The monk's eyes glazed in pain as he hesitantly looked down at the damage... his massacred
arm.
"Miroku!" Sango screamed. No! The idiot, she thought. Why had he done that? Couldn't he
see he was putting his life in danger?
Miroku clutched below his shoulder in an attempt to dull the awesome pain of his shattered
arm. He began to sweat as he realized he couldn't feel his hand! The link between his
thoughts and the nerves below his wrist refused to respond.
"Oh, Miroku," Sango whispered. Her voice scratchy and hoarse from the strain of breathing.
Tears beaded at her eyes, "You fool."
"And what a fool he is," Yukina brayed loudly. The long, twisted form of a snake, headed by
the top half of a woman lifted her head pridefully. "Any last words, Seto, before I return the favor of
my death? Perhaps you'd like to beg for mercy?"
Miroku groaned at the awful retching sensation in his crushed arm. "Sadako-
"Yukina!" the demon bit back reproachfully. "Don't tell me you've forgotten the name of
the Lady you loved after all these years. Did my kiss me nothing to you, my samurai?"
"Yukina,... listen to me. You cannot trust Naraku... whatever he has told you, he's only in
this for his own gain.... He's not whom you think he is... and neither am I."
The demoness raised her eyebrow skeptically. "Are you trying to tell me that this demon is
just using me and that you resembling my Seto is just a coincidence?"
"Yes... Naraku takes advantage of the broken-hearted:... people like you."
"But... how can that be? Naraku is the only person who's ever been good to me... NO!
You're lying to me again, Seto. Like when you told me you loved me so long ago. Liar!"
Naraku smiled to himself, shaking his head. "Such a shame, so gullible," he whispered. With
a thud, he yanked Sango's weapon out of the floor where it had Miroku's arm trapped, and slung it
over his shoulder.
Now free, Miroku burst forward, slapping an incantation scroll onto the snake demon's face
with his good arm.
Screaming a pitch that could raise the dead, she reared backwards with her hands clamped
over her eyes. The putrid smell of burning flesh wafted through the room as her melting skin seeped
through her fingers. Weeping, Yukina slunk into a corner of the chamber moaning: "My face... my
face..."
Miroku's vision suddenly became blurry as his stomach lurched with nausea. Clutching his
broken arm to his chest, he turned to the other demon present.
"Tell me, Naraku, how did you deceive Yukina? What lies did you feed her to make her
want to kill me?"
Naraku's eyes glowed menacingly in the moonlight. "I merely told her wandering ghost that
the one whom she sought revenge on had taken the guise of a monk. So gullible people become
when they are blinded by hate. So willing to believe anything."
Yukina sniffed and pulled her hands away from her mouth, "What are you talking about?"
Suddenly overcome by surge of insanity, Naraku threw his head back and laughed. "The
wench is so annoying, I'm surprised the real Seto didn't kill her before I stepped in."
Miroku, who'd crawled to kneel by the paralyzed Sango, whispered, "What does he mean?"
Sango moved uneasily,"Knowing Naraku and his Grade A shapeshifting skills, I'd have to
say he slew the real Seto and returned to Yukina in his form only to kill her, too. Isn't that right,
Naraku? You played with her heart, just like you played with mine."
"Remind me again when that was, demon-slayer," Naraku said coolly.
"When you slaughtered my village and tried to trick me into killing my friends, you
bastard!"
"Right. That demon-slayer village, so easy to destroy. I forget how many lives I ruin so I can
take advantage of their pain-stricken state and mold them into my slaves."
"And what, Naraku, do you have against me?," Miroku demanded.
"Haven't you figured it out yet? Ever since the Shikon Jewel has been shattered by that
reckless girl, hundreds of monks have deemed it their holy duty to collect the shards. I figured since
Yukina was so willing to kill, I could use her to knock out a few of those annoying monks while I
was at it. And you... Miroku... have sought to murder me on numerous occasions. Why should I not
return the favor? It is the reason why I create revenge-hungry humans. They are most efficient at
doing my dirty work."
Sango stared at Yukina, that pathetic heap of heart-broken, weeping monster. For a
moment, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for this girl who had honestly believed her loved one
had murdered her because he didn't care for her any more.
But still, Yukina had let her lunatic obsessions get the best of her. She'd been so willing to
kill the innocent just to get her way. Sango had made her decision... she would have to kill Yukina.
"Miroku," she whispered. "Get me a bow off the weaponry wall. I have a plan." Confused,
but willing to obey, the monk quietly stepped to the opposite as Yukina and Naraku chewed
each other out.
"Please body, don't fail me now," the demon-slayer pleaded as she used all the strength in
her dizzied muscles to push herself into a sitting position. Her battered legs shrieked in agony as the
upper half of her body weighed upon them.
Sango then plucked a long strand of her chocolate brown hair and grabbed the bag of jewel
shards at her waist. Pouring them onto the floor, she hoped desperatly that this would work.
She began to wrap the jewels along the strand of hair as though she were making a necklace
of the shards. Miroku laid the bow in Sango's lap and watched as she wrapped the jewel-laiden hair
around the blade of her katana.
As Sango had hoped, the silver blade began to glow with the pure power of the Shikon
Jewels. A power that could defeat all evil... if untainted by hate.
"How could you do this to me?!" Yukina screamed at Naraku, heartache and pain welling in
her eyes. "You held me in your arms, then killed me! And I believed everything you ever told me!"
"Which was your biggest mistake," Naraku yelled back. "Thorns in my side, all of you. And
now I have you all where I want you."
Yukina wiped the hot tears from her tissue-scarred face. "Kill these fools if that is your wish,
Naraku. But your not bringing me down, too!"
"Naraku may not bring you down, but I will!" Sango laid the glowing katana horizontally
across the bow as though it were an arrow. Dragging the string backward, she let go with a twang as
the sharp blade went slicing through the air.
The dagger slid through Yukina's heart with a disgusting crushing noise. The radiating
power of the Shikon Jewel engulfed her entire body, its pure energy decomposing her wicked form.
"Noooo!" she screeched in pain. "This can't be... happening... oh, Seto!... save me..." With a
gust of victorious wind, her scaled body desentigrated from head to toe, and swept off into the
midnight wilderness.
Seeing he was outnumbered, Naraku, still clutching his wounded shoulder, turned to make
his notorious escape.
"Don't leave, Naraku, the fun is just beginning!" Miroku leapt to his feet, unraveling the
holy pearls around his right hand and unleashed his cursed black hole, devouring everything in its
path.
Naraku narrowed his glowing eyes as an eruption of black light exploded from beneath the
floor between them, knocking the monk's attack useless.
A sharp, wooden chunk of debris whirled upward and collided with Miroku's forehead. Try
as he might to grasp reality, it was slowly... slipping away...
...in a cloud... of confusion...
gasps man that was long. As long and dramatic as it was, I hope you guys enjoyed ch 15! PLZ
REVIEW before I post the last chapters.
write for some reason. Thank you so much to the people who've reviewed! Get ready for the best
(and longest) chapter. So, to pick up where we left off...
"Naraku," Sango whispered harshly with loathing in her voice. The demon who had
murdered her family and caused so many people unjustified anguish... he was behind this?
"Pardon me for the intrusion, but it thought you would have the job done by now, Yukina,"
Naraku sneered.
"I can do this on my own, Naraku!" Yukina yelled. "So get out of my way!" Lifting her
hands into the air, the draft in the room began to pick up, sweeping through her long, black hair. The
charms and amulets adorning the walls glowed with an eerie light as Yukina's legs wrapped and
melted into each other, black ebony scales emerging from her skin. A sharp growl emerged from her
throat as her body surged with demonic power, an ugly, contorted grin on her face.
As the atmosphere around Yukina swelled with a foreboding energy, Sango could sense the
last remnants of Lady Sadako's real soul wither away.
"Listen, Yukina," Naraku said sternly. "You deal with Seto when he comes. But leave
Sango to me. This demon-slayer has caused me enough problems, always thwarting my plans when
she should be dead."
The moonlight reflecting off the sheer hate in her eyes, Sango channeled her spirit energy
into her sword, and charged toward Naraku.
Bam! Naraku's fist slammed into Sango's face as her katana pierced his shoulder, burning
into his flesh, and creating a foul smell. The demon clutched his injured shoulder as Sango went
skidding across the room.
Her body lay motionless on the floor as Naraku's eyes burned with fury. He'd forgotten how
powerful this girl was.
Sango groaned and lifted her head, warm, crimson blood running over her left ear. Through
her shaky vision she watched as a blurred figure downed in a black and purple kimono approached.
"Sango, Sango," he taunted. "You know I'm an honest man. What's wrong? You don't
believe me? What if I returned something that belongs to you?" Naraku reached his hand behind his
back, pulling out Sango's boomerang weapon. "You dropped this in the forest. I'm sure you want it
back!"
Sango gasped as the demon lifted her weapon in the air, then slammed it onto her weak legs.
The sound of thunder ricocheted off the walls as the slayer listened to the odd crunching
noise her bones made and they split and speared through her skin.
My god... she thought... this can't be real... the bones above my knees... completely
shattered!
Her head swooned unsteadily as a dizzying nausea rushed over her upper body. Below her
waist, the pain spread like poison eating away her flesh. She had been rendered helpless, now all she
could do was wait for Naraku to seal her fate and end her agony.
"Now, Sango, say your last prayers," Naraku taunted. "Because your sure as Hell going to
need them." Pulling the boomerang upward, he swung the weapon down with increasing speed.
Sango braced herself for the final blow... the wooden end rushing to collide with her head.
This is the end, she thought. Here I am surrounded by people who hate me, my weapon
betraying me... and I end like this?
"Sango, no!"
Sango turned her head in the direction of the desperate voice as she saw a purple-robed
figure step in her line vision.
Slam! The sickening crack of bones resounded off the stone walls as Sango gasped at the
scene before her. Naraku, was confused to see that Miroku had leapt in the way, his arm now pinned
to the floor between the heavy weapon and the wooden planks where Sango's head should have
been.
The monk's eyes glazed in pain as he hesitantly looked down at the damage... his massacred
arm.
"Miroku!" Sango screamed. No! The idiot, she thought. Why had he done that? Couldn't he
see he was putting his life in danger?
Miroku clutched below his shoulder in an attempt to dull the awesome pain of his shattered
arm. He began to sweat as he realized he couldn't feel his hand! The link between his
thoughts and the nerves below his wrist refused to respond.
"Oh, Miroku," Sango whispered. Her voice scratchy and hoarse from the strain of breathing.
Tears beaded at her eyes, "You fool."
"And what a fool he is," Yukina brayed loudly. The long, twisted form of a snake, headed by
the top half of a woman lifted her head pridefully. "Any last words, Seto, before I return the favor of
my death? Perhaps you'd like to beg for mercy?"
Miroku groaned at the awful retching sensation in his crushed arm. "Sadako-
"Yukina!" the demon bit back reproachfully. "Don't tell me you've forgotten the name of
the Lady you loved after all these years. Did my kiss me nothing to you, my samurai?"
"Yukina,... listen to me. You cannot trust Naraku... whatever he has told you, he's only in
this for his own gain.... He's not whom you think he is... and neither am I."
The demoness raised her eyebrow skeptically. "Are you trying to tell me that this demon is
just using me and that you resembling my Seto is just a coincidence?"
"Yes... Naraku takes advantage of the broken-hearted:... people like you."
"But... how can that be? Naraku is the only person who's ever been good to me... NO!
You're lying to me again, Seto. Like when you told me you loved me so long ago. Liar!"
Naraku smiled to himself, shaking his head. "Such a shame, so gullible," he whispered. With
a thud, he yanked Sango's weapon out of the floor where it had Miroku's arm trapped, and slung it
over his shoulder.
Now free, Miroku burst forward, slapping an incantation scroll onto the snake demon's face
with his good arm.
Screaming a pitch that could raise the dead, she reared backwards with her hands clamped
over her eyes. The putrid smell of burning flesh wafted through the room as her melting skin seeped
through her fingers. Weeping, Yukina slunk into a corner of the chamber moaning: "My face... my
face..."
Miroku's vision suddenly became blurry as his stomach lurched with nausea. Clutching his
broken arm to his chest, he turned to the other demon present.
"Tell me, Naraku, how did you deceive Yukina? What lies did you feed her to make her
want to kill me?"
Naraku's eyes glowed menacingly in the moonlight. "I merely told her wandering ghost that
the one whom she sought revenge on had taken the guise of a monk. So gullible people become
when they are blinded by hate. So willing to believe anything."
Yukina sniffed and pulled her hands away from her mouth, "What are you talking about?"
Suddenly overcome by surge of insanity, Naraku threw his head back and laughed. "The
wench is so annoying, I'm surprised the real Seto didn't kill her before I stepped in."
Miroku, who'd crawled to kneel by the paralyzed Sango, whispered, "What does he mean?"
Sango moved uneasily,"Knowing Naraku and his Grade A shapeshifting skills, I'd have to
say he slew the real Seto and returned to Yukina in his form only to kill her, too. Isn't that right,
Naraku? You played with her heart, just like you played with mine."
"Remind me again when that was, demon-slayer," Naraku said coolly.
"When you slaughtered my village and tried to trick me into killing my friends, you
bastard!"
"Right. That demon-slayer village, so easy to destroy. I forget how many lives I ruin so I can
take advantage of their pain-stricken state and mold them into my slaves."
"And what, Naraku, do you have against me?," Miroku demanded.
"Haven't you figured it out yet? Ever since the Shikon Jewel has been shattered by that
reckless girl, hundreds of monks have deemed it their holy duty to collect the shards. I figured since
Yukina was so willing to kill, I could use her to knock out a few of those annoying monks while I
was at it. And you... Miroku... have sought to murder me on numerous occasions. Why should I not
return the favor? It is the reason why I create revenge-hungry humans. They are most efficient at
doing my dirty work."
Sango stared at Yukina, that pathetic heap of heart-broken, weeping monster. For a
moment, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for this girl who had honestly believed her loved one
had murdered her because he didn't care for her any more.
But still, Yukina had let her lunatic obsessions get the best of her. She'd been so willing to
kill the innocent just to get her way. Sango had made her decision... she would have to kill Yukina.
"Miroku," she whispered. "Get me a bow off the weaponry wall. I have a plan." Confused,
but willing to obey, the monk quietly stepped to the opposite as Yukina and Naraku chewed
each other out.
"Please body, don't fail me now," the demon-slayer pleaded as she used all the strength in
her dizzied muscles to push herself into a sitting position. Her battered legs shrieked in agony as the
upper half of her body weighed upon them.
Sango then plucked a long strand of her chocolate brown hair and grabbed the bag of jewel
shards at her waist. Pouring them onto the floor, she hoped desperatly that this would work.
She began to wrap the jewels along the strand of hair as though she were making a necklace
of the shards. Miroku laid the bow in Sango's lap and watched as she wrapped the jewel-laiden hair
around the blade of her katana.
As Sango had hoped, the silver blade began to glow with the pure power of the Shikon
Jewels. A power that could defeat all evil... if untainted by hate.
"How could you do this to me?!" Yukina screamed at Naraku, heartache and pain welling in
her eyes. "You held me in your arms, then killed me! And I believed everything you ever told me!"
"Which was your biggest mistake," Naraku yelled back. "Thorns in my side, all of you. And
now I have you all where I want you."
Yukina wiped the hot tears from her tissue-scarred face. "Kill these fools if that is your wish,
Naraku. But your not bringing me down, too!"
"Naraku may not bring you down, but I will!" Sango laid the glowing katana horizontally
across the bow as though it were an arrow. Dragging the string backward, she let go with a twang as
the sharp blade went slicing through the air.
The dagger slid through Yukina's heart with a disgusting crushing noise. The radiating
power of the Shikon Jewel engulfed her entire body, its pure energy decomposing her wicked form.
"Noooo!" she screeched in pain. "This can't be... happening... oh, Seto!... save me..." With a
gust of victorious wind, her scaled body desentigrated from head to toe, and swept off into the
midnight wilderness.
Seeing he was outnumbered, Naraku, still clutching his wounded shoulder, turned to make
his notorious escape.
"Don't leave, Naraku, the fun is just beginning!" Miroku leapt to his feet, unraveling the
holy pearls around his right hand and unleashed his cursed black hole, devouring everything in its
path.
Naraku narrowed his glowing eyes as an eruption of black light exploded from beneath the
floor between them, knocking the monk's attack useless.
A sharp, wooden chunk of debris whirled upward and collided with Miroku's forehead. Try
as he might to grasp reality, it was slowly... slipping away...
...in a cloud... of confusion...
gasps man that was long. As long and dramatic as it was, I hope you guys enjoyed ch 15! PLZ
REVIEW before I post the last chapters.