"The herbs stopped the bleeding, however it looks as though he has lost too
much blood to survive... I offer my condolences. Try to keep him as
comfortable as possible, and the wound needs to be cauterized, however my
caravan must be moving along. The inhabitants of this town are beginning
to act very hostile toward us, and I do not wish to cause them hardship."
She returned Inuyasha's blood-stained cloak. The rain had begun in force,
drenching the two.
"Wait, that's it? You don't want something in return for your help?" Inuyasha asked.
"Consider it a favor to be repaid later." And with that, she left to tend to her own party.
Inuyasha was now inside the hut looking rather angry. Sango was kneeling somberly next to Miroku with a pot of water and a damp cloth. "He is burning with fever... where are the gypsies?" A pause took the women by surprise. "Inuyasha?" Sango probed his face, but he would not return her gaze. Instead, Inuyasha unsheathed Tetsuiga and set the tip into the fire below the pot of stew cooking in the center of the room. Sango nodded and gingerly opened Miroku's bandages. After the steel began to glow slightly orange, he withdrew the weapon and asked the women to leave the room.
Kagome felt sick as she crossed out the threshold to the stormy midday. The image of the flesh missing from across her friend's torso burned into her eyelids, making peace unattainable. Off to the women's right was a large, smooth rock that looked to be somewhat comfortable, and was far enough away to give respite from the smell of Miroku's burning skin that wafted from inside. "Sango, how about we go sit over there for a spell?" As Kagome began to walk, she heard a heavy thud on the ground behind her. Sango had sunk to her knees and was weeping uncontrollably. White rivers of tears fell down her face, as she stared vacantly into the sky. Her soft, sable hair was strewn about in spidery tangles. A thick rain beat against her face, mixing with the grief flowing from her eyes. Sango's arms were outstretched from her body, and she slowly fell face forward into the muddy ground. Earth muffled her screams as she pummeled the soil around her with every ounce of strength in her body. As the continued sobbing made her screaming impossible, her fingers dug deep trenches that quickly filled from the deluge.
"Sango..." Was all that Kagome could manage while standing above her grieving. Sango looked up with eyes that burned of anguish. Her face was a deep crimson, and mud was smeared across her visage. Without speaking, Sango rose to her feet and walked calmly back inside, attempting to wipe the apparent weakness from her face with the back of her sleeve. Inuyasha had finished tending to Miroku, and was sitting in the corner lost in thought. When the women entered, he abruptly stood and walked out the door.
"Where are you going?" Kagome asked weakly.
"The bastard that did this to Miroku is still out there." He paused as he sheathed Tetsuiga. "I'm going hunting."
Just outside the gates of the town, a cloaked figure moved silently through the shadows.
A/N- I told you it would get better... Still in first gear though... Much better, and much longer to come. So please r&r... if you don't, I will just finish this story without posting anything!
"Wait, that's it? You don't want something in return for your help?" Inuyasha asked.
"Consider it a favor to be repaid later." And with that, she left to tend to her own party.
Inuyasha was now inside the hut looking rather angry. Sango was kneeling somberly next to Miroku with a pot of water and a damp cloth. "He is burning with fever... where are the gypsies?" A pause took the women by surprise. "Inuyasha?" Sango probed his face, but he would not return her gaze. Instead, Inuyasha unsheathed Tetsuiga and set the tip into the fire below the pot of stew cooking in the center of the room. Sango nodded and gingerly opened Miroku's bandages. After the steel began to glow slightly orange, he withdrew the weapon and asked the women to leave the room.
Kagome felt sick as she crossed out the threshold to the stormy midday. The image of the flesh missing from across her friend's torso burned into her eyelids, making peace unattainable. Off to the women's right was a large, smooth rock that looked to be somewhat comfortable, and was far enough away to give respite from the smell of Miroku's burning skin that wafted from inside. "Sango, how about we go sit over there for a spell?" As Kagome began to walk, she heard a heavy thud on the ground behind her. Sango had sunk to her knees and was weeping uncontrollably. White rivers of tears fell down her face, as she stared vacantly into the sky. Her soft, sable hair was strewn about in spidery tangles. A thick rain beat against her face, mixing with the grief flowing from her eyes. Sango's arms were outstretched from her body, and she slowly fell face forward into the muddy ground. Earth muffled her screams as she pummeled the soil around her with every ounce of strength in her body. As the continued sobbing made her screaming impossible, her fingers dug deep trenches that quickly filled from the deluge.
"Sango..." Was all that Kagome could manage while standing above her grieving. Sango looked up with eyes that burned of anguish. Her face was a deep crimson, and mud was smeared across her visage. Without speaking, Sango rose to her feet and walked calmly back inside, attempting to wipe the apparent weakness from her face with the back of her sleeve. Inuyasha had finished tending to Miroku, and was sitting in the corner lost in thought. When the women entered, he abruptly stood and walked out the door.
"Where are you going?" Kagome asked weakly.
"The bastard that did this to Miroku is still out there." He paused as he sheathed Tetsuiga. "I'm going hunting."
Just outside the gates of the town, a cloaked figure moved silently through the shadows.
A/N- I told you it would get better... Still in first gear though... Much better, and much longer to come. So please r&r... if you don't, I will just finish this story without posting anything!