Note: this super-short chapter doesn't exactly contribute to the San/Mir conflict, but I felt I had to
add it purely for the sense of stirring emotion.
I wish the bird's would stop singing, Sango thought. God this is going to be hard.
The atmosphere surrounding the castle Rumiko sighed with a heavenly peace. The trees
swayed with the wind, harmonizing in a dance of joy over the death of Yukina and the
disappearance of Naraku. Rumiko would be back to normal now, cleansed and no longer tainted
by that mistresses hateful desires.
Inuyasha stepped up the stone stairway to the palace, the injured Sango cradled in his
arms.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Sango?" he asked quietly. "You know we could just
leave and let him be."
The young woman's eyes scanned the grounds of the palace, spotting the daimyo pacing
under the protecting shade of the cherry tree, a look of deep sorrow reflected in his eyes.
"Yes, Inuyasha. I feel partly responsible for the death of daughter. I need to."
The daimyo lifted his head to see two of the hero's of his village approaching. Forcing a
smile, he bowed his head in respect.
Sango bent her head and began to speak. "Daimyo of Rumiko,I can say truthfully that I
know how you feel. I know what it's like to lose family. It is the greatest sorrow one can endure.
The demon ghost Yukina killed many undeserving people, including the sweet Lady Sadako... the
numerous monks, and... the mother of a very good friend of mine..."
...bless you, Lady Sakura...
"... Yukina and Naraku will never again harm your people. If I have to die protecting these
people from evil, I will. I only regret that I wasn't here earlier to prevent the death of your
daughter. From what I have heard of Lady Sadako, she was a kind, sweet person show wouldn't
let death keep her from loving her people. May her spirit bless Rumiko forever."
With tears in his elderly eyes, the daimyo kissed Sango on the forehead, whispered,
"Thank you," and disappeared under the shelter of the cherry tree branches.
add it purely for the sense of stirring emotion.
I wish the bird's would stop singing, Sango thought. God this is going to be hard.
The atmosphere surrounding the castle Rumiko sighed with a heavenly peace. The trees
swayed with the wind, harmonizing in a dance of joy over the death of Yukina and the
disappearance of Naraku. Rumiko would be back to normal now, cleansed and no longer tainted
by that mistresses hateful desires.
Inuyasha stepped up the stone stairway to the palace, the injured Sango cradled in his
arms.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Sango?" he asked quietly. "You know we could just
leave and let him be."
The young woman's eyes scanned the grounds of the palace, spotting the daimyo pacing
under the protecting shade of the cherry tree, a look of deep sorrow reflected in his eyes.
"Yes, Inuyasha. I feel partly responsible for the death of daughter. I need to."
The daimyo lifted his head to see two of the hero's of his village approaching. Forcing a
smile, he bowed his head in respect.
Sango bent her head and began to speak. "Daimyo of Rumiko,I can say truthfully that I
know how you feel. I know what it's like to lose family. It is the greatest sorrow one can endure.
The demon ghost Yukina killed many undeserving people, including the sweet Lady Sadako... the
numerous monks, and... the mother of a very good friend of mine..."
...bless you, Lady Sakura...
"... Yukina and Naraku will never again harm your people. If I have to die protecting these
people from evil, I will. I only regret that I wasn't here earlier to prevent the death of your
daughter. From what I have heard of Lady Sadako, she was a kind, sweet person show wouldn't
let death keep her from loving her people. May her spirit bless Rumiko forever."
With tears in his elderly eyes, the daimyo kissed Sango on the forehead, whispered,
"Thank you," and disappeared under the shelter of the cherry tree branches.