Midnight Threat

Her feet trampled the damp Earth underneath her, her ragged breath coming out in short huffs, she knew she couldn't stop. "Kohaku!" she yelled as loud as her aching lungs could allow, all the while still giving chase. The sinister baboon, she has come to know and despise as Naraku, gives an estranged cackle, his black heart showing no sympathy.

"There is no point in helping him now."

The sights and sounds disappear as she cries out; "No!"

Sango bolts into a sitting position, sweat dripping from every pore. She gives a hazy look around their camp, Kagome, Inuyasha, and Shippou were sound asleep. She gives a hesitant glance towards Miroku's spot, gone.A heavy sigh escapes her lips as she ponders on her companion's strange midnight wanderings.
She turns her head to only pick up the all too familiar sound of Miroku's staff. He looks down at her curiously and asks "Did I awake you?"

"N-No Houshi-sama y-you did not."

He bends down and gazes at her features, "May I ask, what is wrong?"

"Nothing, just a bad dream...that's all," she said, the last words uttered in a hushed tone barely above a whisper.

"Was it of Kohaku, again?" Worry evident in his voice, as his face contorts into one of concern and compassion.

With half-lidded eyes, she murmurs, "...yes."

"I believe it would be in your best interests to discuss these feelings."

'She's been having these dreams all too frequently, I wonder if she is alright' he silently mused.

"It's always the same, yet, this time it varied slightly, it got to the point where Naraku told me that it was pointless to help him," she sighed as she slowly leaned into the bark of the tree they both were now resting upon. They continued to sit in silence as her head slowly began to lull onto his shoulder as the whisperings of their surroundings brought her a new found peace and an insistent urge to rest..

'Please don't ruin this moment between us, Houshi-sama, ' she thought.

He was certainly surprised to that she trusted him enough to lean on his shoulder, considering his wandering hands. So, with this newfound feeling of trust, and the realization that now would not be an appropriate time to let his hands take over, he slowly and gently placed his arm around her.

They stayed in that position for what seemed like forever, until both the Demon Slayer and the Monk found themselves slipping into a restful slumber, filled with dreams of cherry blossoms, blue skies and ... each other.

I know its short, but I just re-wrote this chapter, its quite old, so when I start updating, which will hopefully be soon, I'll try and make longer chapters!

Enjoy!!! And let me know whether or not I should bother to continue!!!

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