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"And to think I loved you."
The words played torturously in Miroku's head. He hadn't wanted to, but he'd ran after coming to. He'd woken to a pounding headache, what would be the worst hangover he'd ever had. His memories came slowly and vaguely as he drifted in and out of a dazed stupor. When he really did begin to wake, he found himself on a futon in a modest hut.
"Where am I?" he mumbled groggily, immediately slapping his hand to his pained head. It was almost like having one's head run over by horses hauling a heavy cart behind them.
A woman came bustling in. She was young, sixteen or seventeen. A regular village girl, but startlingly beautiful. Miroku almost reached out his wandering palm to grope her, but the searing pain from any sort of movement and his unusually listless mood both stopped him.
"You're awake!" she cried in surprise. He winced at the volume her surprise.
"Where am I?" he merely mumbled in repetition.
"You're in a village not too far from where you'd fallen. You were hurt quite badly, so my father graciously brought you in."
"I see. Send him my thanks." Miroku shifted slightly to bring himself more comfort. Pleased in finding he had, he closed his eyes once more.
"Are you not hungry, Houshi-sama?" She motioned with her head towards the tray of food she was carrying, so painstakingly prepared in hopes of winning the affections of the handsome monk. There was a flash of slight hurt in her eyes, and it didn't go unnoticed.
However, there was still another matter which bothered him more than his rudeness. Houshi-sama bothered him. "I am not hungry, no, but I will be later," he said softly. "Thank you so very much for your kindess." She beamed brightly. As an afterthought, over very much consideration in a short amount of time added, "Do not call me houshi-sama. It causes me grief." The saddened monk closed his eyes to fall into a restful sleep, full of images of his hurt and betrayed Sango.
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"Now you bastards get to tell me what happened. That 'I forgot' bullshit isn't going to work, so you better fess up." Inuyasha stood in front of the three wolf youkai, every bit as deadly as he had before. That same eerie quiet he'd used before he'd begun to yell at Miroku. It was not in his character, so it was even scarier than it would have been.
"I told you, inukoro, I DON'T REMEMBER!" Kouga screamed in his face. Though, he was slightly afraid of Inuyasha THIS angry.. "The last thing I remember was him all over one of the prettier dancers there." He huffed in indignation. Angry or not, HE had done nothing wrong, and didn't deserve the blunt of Inuyasha's anger.
"It's--it's true, Inuyasha," Ginta spoke up timidly. "That is also one of the last things I can remember as well. He'd spent most of his time with a maiden named Keiko.."
"Kami, so he dirtied himself with another woman before he tried to take advantage of me? He cheated before he tried to.." Sango whispered. She was crushed, yes. She had trusted this man, cared for this man, LOVED this man. Hell, she still cared and loved this horrible man. But she was beyond hurt now. A surpressed rage had begun to surface in her and was not unlike the quiet anger Inuyasha himself embodied.
"I--I'm not quite sure Lady Sango," Ginta bowed respectfully. "Perhaps she rejected him?" Maybe this would make her feel better?
"Making me a last resort." Perhaps not. She folded and unfolded her arms.
Inuyasha huffed with irritation. "We're leaving tomorrow to continue the hunt. By tomorrow morning, I want the three of you gone. I do not wish to have your sorry drunken asses slowing us down. Take heed, or my threat to Miroku stands with you as well."
Kagome watched in wonderment. It was hard to swallow. She, too, had trusted Miroku with her very life. The two of them, Kouga as well, were the type to save the "damsel in distress" if you will, without any risk to the consequence it would cause themselves.
She sighed.
"Sango-chan?"
"Hai?"
Without answering vocally, Kagome simply hugged her friend. Sango's eyes teared up in emotion, for having her friend stand by her still. "I'll always be here for you, Sango-chan. You still have us, after all."
"I know, but.."
"..but you still care for him. So it still hurts."
"Hai. How did you--?"
"We all have someone like that. Someone we'd still care about until the end of time no matter what they've done to us in return. I'm so sorry, Sango. I wish I could do more for you."
"You're there. That's all you ever need to do, and more than I could have ever asked."
The friends embraced once more. Sango did not cry like she feared. She was strong and brave, and knew with people like Kagome around she'd make it okay. The pains were still sharp and dreadful, but they'd become waves. And waves would disipate. They'd come back, of course.
It was like that with the death of her village. And everytime Kohaku came around.
Inuyasha was still angry. He'd offered to hunt dinner that night. They'd have an early stomach, so full bellies the night before would be highly beneficial. Besides, that scary combonation of his demon blood, testosterone, and adrenaline all pumping uncontrolled through his system needed to be let out somehow. And the slaughter of their dinner was a terrific way to channel it.
He'd heard Kagome's comment, though. He wondered idly who that person was for her..
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A blurred image of Inuyasha came to mind.
"You son of a bitch, if I ever see you again, I WILL rip you into pieces. You will not betray us again!"
Miroku almost lost himself in fury. Betrayl!? When had he ever betrayed any of them? The last thing he remembered sober was that lovely young maiden..
Well, I suppose that counts as betrayl to Sango after asking her to live with him after the quest was over. "Cheating," as she chose to name it. But it was certainly not enough to be kicked out of the group. And certainly not enough to prompt Inuyasha's tantrum. Heaven knows he'd caused the exact same kind of damage to Lady Kagome by running off with Kikyou all those times.
There was something else. It was always possible he could have harmed Sango or something to the effect without his knowledge. After all he had been quite drunk. More than quite drunk. Disgustingly drunk. He'd never drink that much sake again.
Somehow he doubted he'd hurt Sango so badly that she couldn't look at him, allow his exile, and say out loud her feelings so clearly. And then dismiss them as though he didn't deserve them. (Even though he thought he didn't anyway.) He cared about her far too much to ever cause her intentional damage.
He'd gotten up hours later, feeling better. After a relaxing bath and a hot meal, he'd left the village, even paying the man and his daughter for their generosity. They were peasants, after all, and offered what little they had to give.
"HOUSHI-SAMA!" A cry tore through the air. Houshi-sama, the suddenly cursed name that tore nails through his very heart. Accompanied by the same voice who could control his emotions, strength, faith, very existense with her actions and words.
His Sango.
"Sango?" he cried incredeously, filling with hope.
"Don't look so pleased. I'll never forgive you!" Her voice was dripping with malice.
"Forgive me for what? What did I do to you to make you loathe me so?" His hope had deflated instantly, along with any shards of self-respect or ego still left. He'd walked up to her, gently taking her wrists in his hands. She shoved them away with force, causing him pain he refused to admit to. His emotional pain increased. "Forgive me for what? Sango, whatever did I-- "
She grinned, but it was not a nice, loving, warm, open, beautiful, incredible smile that could always make everything wonderful in the world. Like all of Sango's genuine smiles did. It was of the same venom her tone carried. Opening her mouth and raising her arm, she called out a single word, "Hirakotsu!"
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Author's Note: Enjoy? Another cliffhanger. It'll get worked out, though. I didn't realize how bad I want Sango and Miroku to be together as well as Kagome and Inuaysha until I started pulling the two apart. I'll also get to Inuyasha and Kagome soon as well. As well as the final battle! Hurrah!
Love ya'll!
Love me back? Review. ^_- Goodnight everyone.
Kawai Lara-chan: Thanks again so much for your sweet reviews! ^^ I meant the fansubs via BT. No doubt you've found 141 by now. 142 as well. It takes them longer to get them to the programs. If you IM me (xsanguinati0n) or e- mail me (pinksheepBAA@mailpuppy.com), I'll happily tell you where I know they are. ^___^
Enjoy everyone!
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"And to think I loved you."
The words played torturously in Miroku's head. He hadn't wanted to, but he'd ran after coming to. He'd woken to a pounding headache, what would be the worst hangover he'd ever had. His memories came slowly and vaguely as he drifted in and out of a dazed stupor. When he really did begin to wake, he found himself on a futon in a modest hut.
"Where am I?" he mumbled groggily, immediately slapping his hand to his pained head. It was almost like having one's head run over by horses hauling a heavy cart behind them.
A woman came bustling in. She was young, sixteen or seventeen. A regular village girl, but startlingly beautiful. Miroku almost reached out his wandering palm to grope her, but the searing pain from any sort of movement and his unusually listless mood both stopped him.
"You're awake!" she cried in surprise. He winced at the volume her surprise.
"Where am I?" he merely mumbled in repetition.
"You're in a village not too far from where you'd fallen. You were hurt quite badly, so my father graciously brought you in."
"I see. Send him my thanks." Miroku shifted slightly to bring himself more comfort. Pleased in finding he had, he closed his eyes once more.
"Are you not hungry, Houshi-sama?" She motioned with her head towards the tray of food she was carrying, so painstakingly prepared in hopes of winning the affections of the handsome monk. There was a flash of slight hurt in her eyes, and it didn't go unnoticed.
However, there was still another matter which bothered him more than his rudeness. Houshi-sama bothered him. "I am not hungry, no, but I will be later," he said softly. "Thank you so very much for your kindess." She beamed brightly. As an afterthought, over very much consideration in a short amount of time added, "Do not call me houshi-sama. It causes me grief." The saddened monk closed his eyes to fall into a restful sleep, full of images of his hurt and betrayed Sango.
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"Now you bastards get to tell me what happened. That 'I forgot' bullshit isn't going to work, so you better fess up." Inuyasha stood in front of the three wolf youkai, every bit as deadly as he had before. That same eerie quiet he'd used before he'd begun to yell at Miroku. It was not in his character, so it was even scarier than it would have been.
"I told you, inukoro, I DON'T REMEMBER!" Kouga screamed in his face. Though, he was slightly afraid of Inuyasha THIS angry.. "The last thing I remember was him all over one of the prettier dancers there." He huffed in indignation. Angry or not, HE had done nothing wrong, and didn't deserve the blunt of Inuyasha's anger.
"It's--it's true, Inuyasha," Ginta spoke up timidly. "That is also one of the last things I can remember as well. He'd spent most of his time with a maiden named Keiko.."
"Kami, so he dirtied himself with another woman before he tried to take advantage of me? He cheated before he tried to.." Sango whispered. She was crushed, yes. She had trusted this man, cared for this man, LOVED this man. Hell, she still cared and loved this horrible man. But she was beyond hurt now. A surpressed rage had begun to surface in her and was not unlike the quiet anger Inuyasha himself embodied.
"I--I'm not quite sure Lady Sango," Ginta bowed respectfully. "Perhaps she rejected him?" Maybe this would make her feel better?
"Making me a last resort." Perhaps not. She folded and unfolded her arms.
Inuyasha huffed with irritation. "We're leaving tomorrow to continue the hunt. By tomorrow morning, I want the three of you gone. I do not wish to have your sorry drunken asses slowing us down. Take heed, or my threat to Miroku stands with you as well."
Kagome watched in wonderment. It was hard to swallow. She, too, had trusted Miroku with her very life. The two of them, Kouga as well, were the type to save the "damsel in distress" if you will, without any risk to the consequence it would cause themselves.
She sighed.
"Sango-chan?"
"Hai?"
Without answering vocally, Kagome simply hugged her friend. Sango's eyes teared up in emotion, for having her friend stand by her still. "I'll always be here for you, Sango-chan. You still have us, after all."
"I know, but.."
"..but you still care for him. So it still hurts."
"Hai. How did you--?"
"We all have someone like that. Someone we'd still care about until the end of time no matter what they've done to us in return. I'm so sorry, Sango. I wish I could do more for you."
"You're there. That's all you ever need to do, and more than I could have ever asked."
The friends embraced once more. Sango did not cry like she feared. She was strong and brave, and knew with people like Kagome around she'd make it okay. The pains were still sharp and dreadful, but they'd become waves. And waves would disipate. They'd come back, of course.
It was like that with the death of her village. And everytime Kohaku came around.
Inuyasha was still angry. He'd offered to hunt dinner that night. They'd have an early stomach, so full bellies the night before would be highly beneficial. Besides, that scary combonation of his demon blood, testosterone, and adrenaline all pumping uncontrolled through his system needed to be let out somehow. And the slaughter of their dinner was a terrific way to channel it.
He'd heard Kagome's comment, though. He wondered idly who that person was for her..
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A blurred image of Inuyasha came to mind.
"You son of a bitch, if I ever see you again, I WILL rip you into pieces. You will not betray us again!"
Miroku almost lost himself in fury. Betrayl!? When had he ever betrayed any of them? The last thing he remembered sober was that lovely young maiden..
Well, I suppose that counts as betrayl to Sango after asking her to live with him after the quest was over. "Cheating," as she chose to name it. But it was certainly not enough to be kicked out of the group. And certainly not enough to prompt Inuyasha's tantrum. Heaven knows he'd caused the exact same kind of damage to Lady Kagome by running off with Kikyou all those times.
There was something else. It was always possible he could have harmed Sango or something to the effect without his knowledge. After all he had been quite drunk. More than quite drunk. Disgustingly drunk. He'd never drink that much sake again.
Somehow he doubted he'd hurt Sango so badly that she couldn't look at him, allow his exile, and say out loud her feelings so clearly. And then dismiss them as though he didn't deserve them. (Even though he thought he didn't anyway.) He cared about her far too much to ever cause her intentional damage.
He'd gotten up hours later, feeling better. After a relaxing bath and a hot meal, he'd left the village, even paying the man and his daughter for their generosity. They were peasants, after all, and offered what little they had to give.
"HOUSHI-SAMA!" A cry tore through the air. Houshi-sama, the suddenly cursed name that tore nails through his very heart. Accompanied by the same voice who could control his emotions, strength, faith, very existense with her actions and words.
His Sango.
"Sango?" he cried incredeously, filling with hope.
"Don't look so pleased. I'll never forgive you!" Her voice was dripping with malice.
"Forgive me for what? What did I do to you to make you loathe me so?" His hope had deflated instantly, along with any shards of self-respect or ego still left. He'd walked up to her, gently taking her wrists in his hands. She shoved them away with force, causing him pain he refused to admit to. His emotional pain increased. "Forgive me for what? Sango, whatever did I-- "
She grinned, but it was not a nice, loving, warm, open, beautiful, incredible smile that could always make everything wonderful in the world. Like all of Sango's genuine smiles did. It was of the same venom her tone carried. Opening her mouth and raising her arm, she called out a single word, "Hirakotsu!"
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Author's Note: Enjoy? Another cliffhanger. It'll get worked out, though. I didn't realize how bad I want Sango and Miroku to be together as well as Kagome and Inuaysha until I started pulling the two apart. I'll also get to Inuyasha and Kagome soon as well. As well as the final battle! Hurrah!
Love ya'll!
Love me back? Review. ^_- Goodnight everyone.
