Sango – A Sister's Never-ending Love"
Author's Note: I'm going to introduce some Japanese into this story, but I will include the translations right next to them. As for the story: I don't know if anyone remembers the episode where Miroku had to carry Sango and tried lifting Hiraikotsu but it was really heavy? I think Miroku says something like, "She carries this thing around with her?" That and the whole Kohaku plot inspired this story. Sango's training started at a young age. Witness what triggered her fighting spirit...
Sango was very different from every other ten year old out there, because she lived in a very different village. They were demon exterminators, people trained in hunting down and killing out of control demons. Sango's father was the leader of their fighting force, so it was only natural that his eldest daughter wanted to follow in his footsteps.
There was no age that was too young. In a little while, even her younger brother, Kohaku, would pick up a weapon and join them on their missions.
But one sibling at a time.
Sango was called outside every morning at dawn to begin her training. The weapon appointed to her was the formidable Hiraikotsu. Little Kohaku slept in these days, knowing he wouldn't be able to once his training started. But a few hours later, he drudged out of bed and walked outside to watch his sister's training.
"I keep telling you, Sango! If you worked harder during the day, it wouldn't be as heavy for you!" Her father admonished. His training could be harsh, but it was only because he knew it his children couldn't defend themselves well now, any number of youkai could come and slay them. He had to make sure they were ready.
Sango hefted Hiraikotsu onto her shoulders with both hands and slowly released her left hand. The weight of it threatened to buckle her knees to the ground or pull her arm from its socket, which wouldn't be the first time.
"Aneue gambatte!" (Good luck sister or Do your best, Sister-I'm not sure -) Kohaku shouted in encouragement.
Sango smiled at her little brother. He was always so thoughtful and caring. She knew she had to protect that innocence as long as she could. Kohaku could always bring a smile to Sango's face, even when her training had been harsh and the day had worn her down.
But she would be there for him when the time came. When his spirit faltered, she'd lift him up and ease the burden anyway she could.
Narrowing her eyes with determination, Sango pulled her weapon forward and let go. It flew and few feet before crashing into the ground, inches from her wooden target. To make things worse, Sango was thrown off balance and crashed to the floor herself.
"Daijoubu?!" (Are you okay?) Her brother cried out.
"Hai!" (Yeah) Sango replied, crestfallen.
You were appointed Hiraikotsu as your destiny weapon. I'm sure you'll be able to master it, Aneue!"
Walking over to the youkai-bone boomarang, Sango lifted it up once more and smiled appreciatively at Kohaku. "Arigatou." (Thank you – but I'm pretty sure I didn't really have to translate that)
Her father came up and patted Sango on the shoulder. "That's enough for this morning. Let's get some breakfast."
After eating, Sango returned to her training, but Hiraikotsu didn't seem to get any lighter. She wanted to maker her father proud, but perhaps the elders had been wrong? It was the village elders who revealed the destined weapons of their warriors. Sango's was to be Hiraikotsu, but if she could not wield it, how could she fight?
Kohaku came bouncing out of the house and waved to his sister as she picked up her weapon from another failed attempt. "Ja ne! (See ya) I'm going to go play with Toturi!"
Be back before dinner or I'll eat it for you!" Sango teased lightly.
"Hai, Aneue!" (Yes sister) Kohaku shouted as he rounded the last corner.
Sango practiced until dusk. Her body was sore, but she could feel she had gotten stronger. So all the work was worth it. She hadn't hit her target yet, since aiming was also a factor. But she knew it would all come in time.
She put her weapon down at the front door and held drudged to the table. "Tadaima." (I'm home)
"Is Kohaku with you?" Her father asked.
Sango shook her head. "He went to play with Toturi."
Her father frowned. "I just saw Toturi with his mother. Are you sure?"
A frightening feeling ran through Sango's body. Something wasn't right and Kohaku never missed a meal. He ate more than she did. "I'll go look for him.
Sango got up and left outside. Stopping momentarily in front of Hiraikotsu, Sango hefted it onto her shoulders and took off to find her brother.
His scream alerted her to his presence and the might roar that followed had her running towards the forest. "Kohaku!" She called out.
"Aneue! Help!"
Sango rounded some bushes and saw her brother on the ground cowering in front of an eight-foot bear-like demon.
"Kohaku duck!" Sango shouted.
Her little brother bent down, covering his head with his hands. His eyes were clenched shut with fear and his face was streaked with already shed tears.
Acting on pure instinct, Sango jumped up and reached behind her for her weapon. An image of Kohaku, dead on the forest floor with a huge claw mark scraping across his chest and blood pooling around him flashed into her mind. His eyes were blank and held none of the gentle charisma they always had.
NOOOO!!! Her mind screamed. Empowered by this unknown force, Sango clenched the handle of the youkai bone boomerang and pulled forward with all the strength she possessed in heart, mind, and spirit. Then in a mighty cry that echoed throughout the entire forest, she shouted for the first time...
"HIRAIKOTSU!!!"
Sango, along with her destined weapon, glowed a brilliant red and flew through the air at an amazing speed. The youkai looked over, hearing her battle cry and saw his eminent fate slice through his abdomen, cutting him in two and bursting out the other end. Black blood spurted out in all directions. Some on the trucks of trees, some on the ground, but most of it fell on poor Kohaku.
Hiraikotsu spun around back towards its owner and finally feeling confident in herself, Sango landed back down on the ground and watched it carefully. At the exact moment it passed over her head, Sango raised her hand and clasped the handle once more, slowing its flight to a halt.
She walked over to her still cowering brother and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Kohaku gasped and raised his head, looking directly into his sister's eyes. That's when the relief of having survived hit him and he threw his arms around her waist from his crouched position. "Aneue!" He cried.
Sango dropped her weapon immediately and held her brother in a crushing hug. I don't know what I would've done without you, Kohaku. Don't ever leave me!
And the two siblings stayed there, emotions running freely and bodies unable to move for the moment. But that was okay. They were both safe and Sango would make sure they both stayed that way.
It was midnight and Sango sat on her porch, a beautiful full moon lighting the sky up with its gentle blue-white rays of light. She looked down at Hiraikotsu and smiled. It was still covered in the blood of the blood youkai, but it had ultimately saved her brother's life and possibly those of the village too.
Taking out a dry piece of cloth, Sango ran it over Hiraikotsu's smooth surfaced, cleaning it and polishing it at the same time. She owed a lot to this weapon and at that moment she knew the elders had not been wrong.
This was her weapon.
Hiraikotsu.
So wrapped up in her thoughts, Sango didn't realized Kohaku had come out to join her and stood behind her, watching her timidly. He didn't want to disturb her but...
"Aneue?"
Sango started but smiled when she saw it was only her sweet little brother. "Kohaku, what are you still doing up?"
Kohaku shrugged and came to sit down next to Sango. He looked up at the moon and Sango could see the light of the night sky glint in his brown orbs of innocence. "I was really scared and I didn't think I was ever going to see you again."
"Kohaku..."
"But there you were, right in the nick of time. It almost seemed like a dream...or maybe a nightmare. I've never been so happy to see you."
"I'll always be there for you, Kohaku." Sango pulled him into a sisterly hug.
"I know and for that I wanted to say thank you."
This was the way Sango liked it. If her learning to use this weapon would preserve this and everything else around her, she could be the best demon exterminator out there.
Love would empower Sango many years to come.
The love for her family...
The love for her brother...
And the love for a certain houshii...
But that's a tale for another day.
Author's Note: How was that? How Sango started with Hiraikotsu and the bond between herself and Kohaku. I included another preview of my next story, so keep checking in with "Fields of Innocence" by yours truly: Digidynasty. I'm getting more ideas for short stories everyday, so until then!
"Beginning Friendship" – Sango is about to complete her training and join her father on the frontlines. Miroku has also been training for many years and is about to complete his training to become a full-fledged houshii. Both must join forces and defeat a demon that's been terrorizing a nearby village to pass the test. Will their teamwork be enough? Or is there an underlining feeling unknown to both? (I know Miroku and Sango didn't know each other before they met in the original Inuyasha, but we'll just say they were so young they forgot, okay? This one promises to have romance, action and comedy. R+R!!!
Author's Note: I'm going to introduce some Japanese into this story, but I will include the translations right next to them. As for the story: I don't know if anyone remembers the episode where Miroku had to carry Sango and tried lifting Hiraikotsu but it was really heavy? I think Miroku says something like, "She carries this thing around with her?" That and the whole Kohaku plot inspired this story. Sango's training started at a young age. Witness what triggered her fighting spirit...
Sango was very different from every other ten year old out there, because she lived in a very different village. They were demon exterminators, people trained in hunting down and killing out of control demons. Sango's father was the leader of their fighting force, so it was only natural that his eldest daughter wanted to follow in his footsteps.
There was no age that was too young. In a little while, even her younger brother, Kohaku, would pick up a weapon and join them on their missions.
But one sibling at a time.
Sango was called outside every morning at dawn to begin her training. The weapon appointed to her was the formidable Hiraikotsu. Little Kohaku slept in these days, knowing he wouldn't be able to once his training started. But a few hours later, he drudged out of bed and walked outside to watch his sister's training.
"I keep telling you, Sango! If you worked harder during the day, it wouldn't be as heavy for you!" Her father admonished. His training could be harsh, but it was only because he knew it his children couldn't defend themselves well now, any number of youkai could come and slay them. He had to make sure they were ready.
Sango hefted Hiraikotsu onto her shoulders with both hands and slowly released her left hand. The weight of it threatened to buckle her knees to the ground or pull her arm from its socket, which wouldn't be the first time.
"Aneue gambatte!" (Good luck sister or Do your best, Sister-I'm not sure -) Kohaku shouted in encouragement.
Sango smiled at her little brother. He was always so thoughtful and caring. She knew she had to protect that innocence as long as she could. Kohaku could always bring a smile to Sango's face, even when her training had been harsh and the day had worn her down.
But she would be there for him when the time came. When his spirit faltered, she'd lift him up and ease the burden anyway she could.
Narrowing her eyes with determination, Sango pulled her weapon forward and let go. It flew and few feet before crashing into the ground, inches from her wooden target. To make things worse, Sango was thrown off balance and crashed to the floor herself.
"Daijoubu?!" (Are you okay?) Her brother cried out.
"Hai!" (Yeah) Sango replied, crestfallen.
You were appointed Hiraikotsu as your destiny weapon. I'm sure you'll be able to master it, Aneue!"
Walking over to the youkai-bone boomarang, Sango lifted it up once more and smiled appreciatively at Kohaku. "Arigatou." (Thank you – but I'm pretty sure I didn't really have to translate that)
Her father came up and patted Sango on the shoulder. "That's enough for this morning. Let's get some breakfast."
After eating, Sango returned to her training, but Hiraikotsu didn't seem to get any lighter. She wanted to maker her father proud, but perhaps the elders had been wrong? It was the village elders who revealed the destined weapons of their warriors. Sango's was to be Hiraikotsu, but if she could not wield it, how could she fight?
Kohaku came bouncing out of the house and waved to his sister as she picked up her weapon from another failed attempt. "Ja ne! (See ya) I'm going to go play with Toturi!"
Be back before dinner or I'll eat it for you!" Sango teased lightly.
"Hai, Aneue!" (Yes sister) Kohaku shouted as he rounded the last corner.
Sango practiced until dusk. Her body was sore, but she could feel she had gotten stronger. So all the work was worth it. She hadn't hit her target yet, since aiming was also a factor. But she knew it would all come in time.
She put her weapon down at the front door and held drudged to the table. "Tadaima." (I'm home)
"Is Kohaku with you?" Her father asked.
Sango shook her head. "He went to play with Toturi."
Her father frowned. "I just saw Toturi with his mother. Are you sure?"
A frightening feeling ran through Sango's body. Something wasn't right and Kohaku never missed a meal. He ate more than she did. "I'll go look for him.
Sango got up and left outside. Stopping momentarily in front of Hiraikotsu, Sango hefted it onto her shoulders and took off to find her brother.
His scream alerted her to his presence and the might roar that followed had her running towards the forest. "Kohaku!" She called out.
"Aneue! Help!"
Sango rounded some bushes and saw her brother on the ground cowering in front of an eight-foot bear-like demon.
"Kohaku duck!" Sango shouted.
Her little brother bent down, covering his head with his hands. His eyes were clenched shut with fear and his face was streaked with already shed tears.
Acting on pure instinct, Sango jumped up and reached behind her for her weapon. An image of Kohaku, dead on the forest floor with a huge claw mark scraping across his chest and blood pooling around him flashed into her mind. His eyes were blank and held none of the gentle charisma they always had.
NOOOO!!! Her mind screamed. Empowered by this unknown force, Sango clenched the handle of the youkai bone boomerang and pulled forward with all the strength she possessed in heart, mind, and spirit. Then in a mighty cry that echoed throughout the entire forest, she shouted for the first time...
"HIRAIKOTSU!!!"
Sango, along with her destined weapon, glowed a brilliant red and flew through the air at an amazing speed. The youkai looked over, hearing her battle cry and saw his eminent fate slice through his abdomen, cutting him in two and bursting out the other end. Black blood spurted out in all directions. Some on the trucks of trees, some on the ground, but most of it fell on poor Kohaku.
Hiraikotsu spun around back towards its owner and finally feeling confident in herself, Sango landed back down on the ground and watched it carefully. At the exact moment it passed over her head, Sango raised her hand and clasped the handle once more, slowing its flight to a halt.
She walked over to her still cowering brother and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Kohaku gasped and raised his head, looking directly into his sister's eyes. That's when the relief of having survived hit him and he threw his arms around her waist from his crouched position. "Aneue!" He cried.
Sango dropped her weapon immediately and held her brother in a crushing hug. I don't know what I would've done without you, Kohaku. Don't ever leave me!
And the two siblings stayed there, emotions running freely and bodies unable to move for the moment. But that was okay. They were both safe and Sango would make sure they both stayed that way.
It was midnight and Sango sat on her porch, a beautiful full moon lighting the sky up with its gentle blue-white rays of light. She looked down at Hiraikotsu and smiled. It was still covered in the blood of the blood youkai, but it had ultimately saved her brother's life and possibly those of the village too.
Taking out a dry piece of cloth, Sango ran it over Hiraikotsu's smooth surfaced, cleaning it and polishing it at the same time. She owed a lot to this weapon and at that moment she knew the elders had not been wrong.
This was her weapon.
Hiraikotsu.
So wrapped up in her thoughts, Sango didn't realized Kohaku had come out to join her and stood behind her, watching her timidly. He didn't want to disturb her but...
"Aneue?"
Sango started but smiled when she saw it was only her sweet little brother. "Kohaku, what are you still doing up?"
Kohaku shrugged and came to sit down next to Sango. He looked up at the moon and Sango could see the light of the night sky glint in his brown orbs of innocence. "I was really scared and I didn't think I was ever going to see you again."
"Kohaku..."
"But there you were, right in the nick of time. It almost seemed like a dream...or maybe a nightmare. I've never been so happy to see you."
"I'll always be there for you, Kohaku." Sango pulled him into a sisterly hug.
"I know and for that I wanted to say thank you."
This was the way Sango liked it. If her learning to use this weapon would preserve this and everything else around her, she could be the best demon exterminator out there.
Love would empower Sango many years to come.
The love for her family...
The love for her brother...
And the love for a certain houshii...
But that's a tale for another day.
Author's Note: How was that? How Sango started with Hiraikotsu and the bond between herself and Kohaku. I included another preview of my next story, so keep checking in with "Fields of Innocence" by yours truly: Digidynasty. I'm getting more ideas for short stories everyday, so until then!
"Beginning Friendship" – Sango is about to complete her training and join her father on the frontlines. Miroku has also been training for many years and is about to complete his training to become a full-fledged houshii. Both must join forces and defeat a demon that's been terrorizing a nearby village to pass the test. Will their teamwork be enough? Or is there an underlining feeling unknown to both? (I know Miroku and Sango didn't know each other before they met in the original Inuyasha, but we'll just say they were so young they forgot, okay? This one promises to have romance, action and comedy. R+R!!!