Wind Song: Kagura's tale
I am the wind that stirs in the night
(The sorceress of the skies)
I am entrapped by the father I despise
(The sorceress of the skies)
I endure personal woes that I ought not to
(The sorceress of the skies)
I hope for the escape that is freedom
(The sorceress of the skies)
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Chapter one: The Issue of orders, underlying the threat
'I long for the hope of freedom, but it is so difficult to hope when your heart, and very life force lies conveniently in your oppressors hand. He claims my creation, and I give him credit for that. This freedom I so desire, is the ability to fly free when I wish, and not be bound to his servitude for my entire demonic life, until I die.' Kagura thought as her bare feet crept soundlessly along the dreary halls of Naraku's fortress engulfed in an eternal miasma she had begrudgingly grown used to. She had been called to him, he no doubt would issue an order that would be considered dirty and it was for that reason he wished no part of it. Defiance ran through Kagura's veins, as it did the veins of her creator, and she greatly despised being bound in his service. Her retorts to his orders were often swift and harsh but entirely feudal. Naraku took them for what they were worth, and threw them aside meaninglessly, for that is what they were.
Kagura approached the screen, and with disgust peered through the small bamboo blinds with her demonic red eyes.
'Heh, this screen conceals what I can only see, a mass of devoured flesh with a plotting head atop the rotting mass.' Kagura grinned internally at the thought of severing that dire head from the rotting mass of demon flesh. Gracefully, she drew the bamboo screen aside and entered the innermost chamber of Naraku's lair, his 'office'. Naraku sipped a porcelain cup of tea and set the fine china cup on the small table in front of him. With an abrupt turn of Naraku's head was facing his 'devout and loyal' servant, who scowled at Naraku, he sneered in satisfaction as he thought,
' I can feel the pain that radiates from her. It makes me glad to know she will not settle like her sister.' Naraku reclined, as he drawled mockingly,
"Kagura, my daughter, I have an order for you." Kagura shuddered at being labeled the daughter of such conceited scum; Naraku's perceptive eyes read this emotion on Kagura's face and could not suppress a grin. The emotion of pure unequivocal hatred that screamed off of Kagura's harshly beautifully features pleased Naraku's cruel sense of humor greatly. After Naraku's brief observation, he stated haughtily, " I feel as if I am dying from boredom giving Inuyasha and his companions so much leisure and lack of pain, and because of my newfound power to asexually produce offspring, such as yourself, Kohaku is no longer necessary. Kill the boy, and make sure Sango, his devoted and hopeless sister, and that pathetic priest who admirers her so sees you as your wind blades rip through his revived flesh." Kagura glared at Naraku as she retorted in her sensual voice,
" As usual, you hand me your dirty work. However I am not surprised, a coward like you has no bravery to commit your own twisted desires."
"Is that all you have to say, or must I remind you of what I posses of yours?" Naraku scowled at Kagura, her proud beaming face glowed simply because she irritated Naraku.
" Yes, shall you dismiss me? I grow tired of this poisonous air." With a wave of his hand, he dismissed Kagura. She walked soundlessly out of the dank 'office', and left Naraku to brood in his hatred.
In the hallway she gave up her small lady like movements and walked callously through the large fortress in search of the boy, who she had grown to despise. Not only was Kagura forced to reside in the same home, but she was forced baby-sit him, and entertain him when no 'chores' needed to be done.
"Boy!" Kagura exclaimed heartlessly, when Kohaku did not show, she scowled, "Boy!" She yelled again, only louder. Finally, after a third time, the 'boy', or Kohaku came to her, he grinned and said, almost happily,
" What do you want, Kagura-sama?" Kagura glared angrily and replied,
" Naraku has ordered you to come with me on a little trip." Kagura's lips curved into a devious a smile as he exclaimed,
" Really? Where are we going?" Kagura switched faces, as she grinned mockingly,
" I can't tell, it's a surprise." Kohaku's face lit up as he ran back into his chambers, and began to put on his armor, the only sign of his happy past with a real family, but still it did not reveal to Kohaku any hints of its unknown era.
In another more peaceful part of Japan, Inuyasha and his companions lay under the stars and endless night sky that was beginning to give way to dawn. Inuyasha sat in a tree over head, and while his eyes were closed, his dog-ears were alert to any coming sound. Kagome slept directly underneath Inuyasha in her sleeping bag, cuddling the small and fluffy tailed Shippo. Sango slept uneasily, murmuring lightly in her restless sleep, and Miroku was the only one to stay awake. He offered to guard the camp in case an intruder came, but he did not sleep much to begin with. He kept his ears peeled for any sounds in the background noise of crickets. While Miroku's ears made sure he and his companions were safe, his lavender eyes gazed at Sango through webbed lashes that were lazily opened half way. He secretly wished to free her from her dark dreams, and intern change his gray dreams to better shades.
Small patches of light danced across the disappearing night sky, dotted with vibrant stars. Miroku caught a better, and more enthralling glance of Sango as she smiled in her sleep. The small and seductive smile gently forming on Sango's lips caused Miroku to catch his breath, he felt his pulse rate rise rapidly and fall as he mentally gained control over his impulsive thoughts. He lowered his eyes, and felt if he looked upon Sango's innocent face again he would be compelled to set his lips against hers. To push all pretenses of his death, and the troubles of the world behind him, for having Sango near is all that he would ever need.
The dawn began to look more prevalent in the sky as the stars of night disappeared slowly. Miroku stood upon his two feet and yawned, leaning on his staff for support. His eyes were drawn to Sango resting peacefully on the other side of the glowing embers that remained from the campfire, a quiet, but insistent urge poked at his soul. It coaxed,
' Take this woman in your arms, for she is already yours.' Miroku grinned at the thought of himself taking Sango, the delicate beauty she was, in his arms and cradling her lovingly. He also imagined her face, blushing and brilliant, her eyes, sensuous, dark, and open wide with anticipation. The aforesaid conjured image was enough to send his feet and body to the other side of the camp.
Miroku loomed above Sango's sleeping figure, and gently knelt down at her side. He gently stroked Sango's cheek with the tips of his fingers, careful not to wake her from the pleasant dream. He brought his other hand around her and gently lifted her from the cold, dew-dripped ground. Sango was in his arms, but still sleeping gently. Miroku grinned; he adored how the morning light played on her resting features. After walking over the hill that protected the camp from severe night winds he came to a small lagoon, private and beautiful. He stood momentarily to gaze at the sight of a waterfall gracefully falling over several tiers of rocks, the contents of which collected in the cool stream and sat down at the broad base of a tree. He made sure Sango's arms were arranged limply around his neck, so she would not collapse to the ground, and he watched the dawn come in complacency with his surroundings.
Just ten minutes later Sango stirred slightly as a gentle breeze brought her from sleep, as soon as her eyelids opened and she looked up to see Miroku's face smiling gently and seductively into her eyes, she sent him a questioning glare, but was to nervous to speak.
" Good Morning, sleepy head." He said while smiling teasingly at Sango, whom had a charming blush painted across her cheeks. Sango averted her eyes to gather her wits, and looked back up at Miroku. With reinforced bravery, she demanded,
"Why are you holding me!" Miroku grinned slyly as he said,
" I wanted to see you.alone." Sango sighed and demanded, as she tried to get loose,
" Well you could've asked me first! You didn't have to abduct me!" Sango tried to get loose, but Miroku pulled her closer and held onto her tightly,
"Let me go!" she demanded. Miroku grinned, knowing she did not mind this closeness as he retorted lazily,
" I don't think I will." Sango glared and still struggled for her release. Miroku still smiled slyly, "you just look so cute when your angry." He finished while brushing hair from her eyes. Sango's eyes centered on Miroku's hand brushing lightly across her face and she fell silent and was somehow subdued. Her once subtle blush now overtook her entire face as she visibly trembled in Miroku's arms.
Miroku grinned from ear to ear; he loved to see Sango blush, to see her feminine side that was so impossible to see as her boomerang ripped through demons, sending them to their knees to grovel at her feet. As she stood proudly over her kill. She was so strong, but he had to know that there was a woman inside her brave shell. He knew that she would not need him otherwise, if she did not need a shoulder to cry on, a hug to console her, and a kind reasonable voice to ease her deepest fears. For that is what love is, when a person eases your spirit and you smile because that person holds you in their arms.
Sango smiled demurely and readjusted her position on Miroku's lap, trying to make the best of the situation that she would not soon get out of. Miroku smiled victoriously,
'I won that battle,' he sighed and a lazy smirk formed on his lips as his fingers danced lightly on the exposed flesh of Sango's arm. The delight cannot be hidden in Sango's eyes as she sharply intakes a ragged breath, just trying to stay in control of her own self and keep her head about her. However, Sango was not succeeding as well as she liked when she found herself magnetically closing the distance between Miroku. This seemed to please Miroku, it left him little work in closing the gap entirely as his arms wrapped firmly around her shoulders, and drew her face very close to his.
Their noses met and mingled as Sango clumsily tried to be free of Miroku's insistent hands. Miroku grinned, now very sure of his victory as he swiftly and silently claimed Sango's lips.
First Sango seemed to freeze at the gentle massaging feel of Miroku's lips upon hers, she did not even think to struggle and momentarily eased into the kiss. Miroku added passion and zest as his tongue gently traced her bottom lip and made the plunge into her mouth. Sango followed suit, only knowing that Miroku surely knew better how to play this game than she. They sat in that eternity for minutes, until both of them were forced to breath again.
"You really didn't want to let go, did you?" Miroku teased remembering Sango's initial demand as soon as she saw her position in Miroku's lap. Sango again averted her eyes and gathered her wits about her, she replied, as she wrapped her arms tighter around Miroku's neck and began to loosen his small ponytail.
"Now I'm glad I didn't." Finally Sango had taken his ponytail out and Miroku's face expressed surprise as he felt his dark hair fall upon his shoulders. Sango grinned sexily at the image that brought. Miroku felt his hair upon his shoulders and shrugged it off. He initiated another kiss and now ran his fingers freely through Sango's raven hair, loosening her white ribbon, and setting her dark tresses free. Miroku then leaned her slim body to the ground below and now deepened the kiss further than it had gone before lightly caressing every angle he could find on her voluptuous body. His spell had been cast.
Kagura sat on her feather impatiently with Kohaku beside her. Kohaku looked curiously at Kagura as she frowned into the onslaught of wind.
'Why can't I just remove the jewel shard in his back and leave him in the woods to die! Why must Naraku be so complicated? Even if he is cruel and it hurts the group, my life is being placed at great risk! Killing the boy in front of his own sister and that priest!' She thought maliciously as she sulked in the torrent of winds.
Dawn had broken and Kagura sighted her quarry. Remembering Naraku's orders she pushed Kohaku off her feather, and into the spring, near Sango and Miroku kissed passionately. Kagura observed as Kohaku fell into the spring, and startled the close couple.
"What was that! " Miroku said suddenly, taking his hands off Sango, and stood up, to see Kohaku float to the surface, his head bleeding from a nasty hit by a rock from falling into spring.
Sango 'awoke' slowly, and rose just at the same speed, to see Miroku pulling a young boy from the water. Miroku's hands were red from the blood seeped from the boy's head. Sango focused in on the boy,
'Kohaku!' her thoughts screamed. She stood and ran to Miroku's side, gently she caressed the Kohaku's face, and his eyes fluttered open.
"It's.it's.you!" Kohaku stammered. Sango smiled gently, trying to control her joy.
"Hai, it is me. Do you remember my name?" Sango asked Kohaku. Kohaku's eyes focused on Sango's face, he examined her face slowly then said quietly,
"Hai, I do. You're my sister, Sango." Tears brimmed at Sango's eyes; her joy was incomprehensible, but understandable. Miroku grinned as Sango pulled her brother into a deep loving embrace, but his eyes were drawn to another sight.
Kagura smiled evilly as she cruelly said,
"He remembers his sister. How sweet, he will be much easier kill now that his sister's dreams are fulfilled." Miroku's eyes shot daggers into Kagura, as he yelled,
"Get Kohaku out of here, now!" Sango looked up to see Kagura, grinning evilly; she twisted more words into cruel snares,
" Not without Naraku's shards!" Kagura flicked her fan, and sent wind blades flying towards Sango and Kohaku. However she hit Miroku as he guarded the two with his life and holy staff.
"GET HIM OUT NOW!" Miroku said after a struggling breath. Kagura sneered as her wind blades ripped through the exposed flesh on Miroku's arms and legs. Sango screamed as Miroku hollered in pain, Kohaku looked in astonishment and silence.
' How cruel the fates are!' Sango thought as tears of fear poured out of her eyes, ' they would give me my brother to kill him as soon as I regain him!'
Kagome's eyes shot open as she heard the harshness of battle and cries of pain invade her waking ears. Inuyasha stood beside her and grabbed her thin wrist, pulling her up.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome shrieked, but Inuyasha interrupted her saying,
"Miroku and Sango are gone, and a battle is being fought. I got a feeling they need help."
A short distance away, Inuyasha and Kagome came upon Kagura ripping her treacherous blades of wind through a helpless Kohaku. Sango glared but was badly hurt, along with Miroku, both of them bled freely.
"Kagome! You tend to Sango and Miroku, I'll take care of this bitch!" Kagome ran to Sango side. Sango now wept as she cried helplessly,
"Stop! Don't hurt him! You have the shard! He's already dying! At least spare his life!" Kagura ignored Sango's pleas and began to deal with Inuyasha.
Sango freed herself from Kagome's grasp and painfully ran to her dying brothers side. She delicately turned the bloodied body over, and saw Kohaku's face had been completely destroyed and was dripping in bruised, rotten flesh, and dripping blood, she collapsed onto the body of her brother. There was nothing to salvage, for it was all gore and blood.
Kagome saw this and riled with anger. She ran back to the camp, as Inuyasha battled with Kagura for the upper hand.
Sango continued to weep, as she herself draped in blood dragged Kohaku's limp and demolished body to a safe place. Sango huddled with the dead body under a tree, the white part of her kimono now dripping red in vile blood. Miroku stirred and painfully raised his broken body so he could better see Sango and what was Kohaku. Pain racked his body, but with effort he draped his bloody army around Sango and let her cry on his shoulder, with the demolished body of Kohaku in her hands.
At that moment, the timing was perfect and Inuyasha, with Tessaiga's windscar struck Kagura down. She lay rotting, but not dead, in the clearing, her clothes torn to shreds. Miroku, Inuyasha, and the rest escaped with Kohaku's body, and they would begin the next day knowing a huge burden, was lifted, and then at the same time, created anew.
The next morning while Miroku and Sango were being healed, and Kohaku's body was being dressed for burial. Kagura still lay, forgotten in the clearing, abandoned by her own father, who willingly left her for dead. Until Sesshoumaru, Rin, and Jaken came a crossed her dwindling life,
"Sesshoumaru-sama! It's a body!" Rin exclaimed as she grasped a twig and poked Kagura's body. Jaken took the stick away from Rin and complained,
"Leave it to rot, Sesshoumaru-sama! It is just the body of that arrogant woman who smells like Naraku." Sesshoumaru thought deeply about the body, he stared at it, and analyzed it until Rin interrupted,
"You should save her! She looks so lonely, just lying there. " Jaken rebuked, and Rin was about to retort when Sesshoumaru cut them both off with a swift,
"Silence!" He then took out Tensaiga, and sliced it through Kagura's body.
End Chapter one.
I am the wind that stirs in the night
(The sorceress of the skies)
I am entrapped by the father I despise
(The sorceress of the skies)
I endure personal woes that I ought not to
(The sorceress of the skies)
I hope for the escape that is freedom
(The sorceress of the skies)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter one: The Issue of orders, underlying the threat
'I long for the hope of freedom, but it is so difficult to hope when your heart, and very life force lies conveniently in your oppressors hand. He claims my creation, and I give him credit for that. This freedom I so desire, is the ability to fly free when I wish, and not be bound to his servitude for my entire demonic life, until I die.' Kagura thought as her bare feet crept soundlessly along the dreary halls of Naraku's fortress engulfed in an eternal miasma she had begrudgingly grown used to. She had been called to him, he no doubt would issue an order that would be considered dirty and it was for that reason he wished no part of it. Defiance ran through Kagura's veins, as it did the veins of her creator, and she greatly despised being bound in his service. Her retorts to his orders were often swift and harsh but entirely feudal. Naraku took them for what they were worth, and threw them aside meaninglessly, for that is what they were.
Kagura approached the screen, and with disgust peered through the small bamboo blinds with her demonic red eyes.
'Heh, this screen conceals what I can only see, a mass of devoured flesh with a plotting head atop the rotting mass.' Kagura grinned internally at the thought of severing that dire head from the rotting mass of demon flesh. Gracefully, she drew the bamboo screen aside and entered the innermost chamber of Naraku's lair, his 'office'. Naraku sipped a porcelain cup of tea and set the fine china cup on the small table in front of him. With an abrupt turn of Naraku's head was facing his 'devout and loyal' servant, who scowled at Naraku, he sneered in satisfaction as he thought,
' I can feel the pain that radiates from her. It makes me glad to know she will not settle like her sister.' Naraku reclined, as he drawled mockingly,
"Kagura, my daughter, I have an order for you." Kagura shuddered at being labeled the daughter of such conceited scum; Naraku's perceptive eyes read this emotion on Kagura's face and could not suppress a grin. The emotion of pure unequivocal hatred that screamed off of Kagura's harshly beautifully features pleased Naraku's cruel sense of humor greatly. After Naraku's brief observation, he stated haughtily, " I feel as if I am dying from boredom giving Inuyasha and his companions so much leisure and lack of pain, and because of my newfound power to asexually produce offspring, such as yourself, Kohaku is no longer necessary. Kill the boy, and make sure Sango, his devoted and hopeless sister, and that pathetic priest who admirers her so sees you as your wind blades rip through his revived flesh." Kagura glared at Naraku as she retorted in her sensual voice,
" As usual, you hand me your dirty work. However I am not surprised, a coward like you has no bravery to commit your own twisted desires."
"Is that all you have to say, or must I remind you of what I posses of yours?" Naraku scowled at Kagura, her proud beaming face glowed simply because she irritated Naraku.
" Yes, shall you dismiss me? I grow tired of this poisonous air." With a wave of his hand, he dismissed Kagura. She walked soundlessly out of the dank 'office', and left Naraku to brood in his hatred.
In the hallway she gave up her small lady like movements and walked callously through the large fortress in search of the boy, who she had grown to despise. Not only was Kagura forced to reside in the same home, but she was forced baby-sit him, and entertain him when no 'chores' needed to be done.
"Boy!" Kagura exclaimed heartlessly, when Kohaku did not show, she scowled, "Boy!" She yelled again, only louder. Finally, after a third time, the 'boy', or Kohaku came to her, he grinned and said, almost happily,
" What do you want, Kagura-sama?" Kagura glared angrily and replied,
" Naraku has ordered you to come with me on a little trip." Kagura's lips curved into a devious a smile as he exclaimed,
" Really? Where are we going?" Kagura switched faces, as she grinned mockingly,
" I can't tell, it's a surprise." Kohaku's face lit up as he ran back into his chambers, and began to put on his armor, the only sign of his happy past with a real family, but still it did not reveal to Kohaku any hints of its unknown era.
In another more peaceful part of Japan, Inuyasha and his companions lay under the stars and endless night sky that was beginning to give way to dawn. Inuyasha sat in a tree over head, and while his eyes were closed, his dog-ears were alert to any coming sound. Kagome slept directly underneath Inuyasha in her sleeping bag, cuddling the small and fluffy tailed Shippo. Sango slept uneasily, murmuring lightly in her restless sleep, and Miroku was the only one to stay awake. He offered to guard the camp in case an intruder came, but he did not sleep much to begin with. He kept his ears peeled for any sounds in the background noise of crickets. While Miroku's ears made sure he and his companions were safe, his lavender eyes gazed at Sango through webbed lashes that were lazily opened half way. He secretly wished to free her from her dark dreams, and intern change his gray dreams to better shades.
Small patches of light danced across the disappearing night sky, dotted with vibrant stars. Miroku caught a better, and more enthralling glance of Sango as she smiled in her sleep. The small and seductive smile gently forming on Sango's lips caused Miroku to catch his breath, he felt his pulse rate rise rapidly and fall as he mentally gained control over his impulsive thoughts. He lowered his eyes, and felt if he looked upon Sango's innocent face again he would be compelled to set his lips against hers. To push all pretenses of his death, and the troubles of the world behind him, for having Sango near is all that he would ever need.
The dawn began to look more prevalent in the sky as the stars of night disappeared slowly. Miroku stood upon his two feet and yawned, leaning on his staff for support. His eyes were drawn to Sango resting peacefully on the other side of the glowing embers that remained from the campfire, a quiet, but insistent urge poked at his soul. It coaxed,
' Take this woman in your arms, for she is already yours.' Miroku grinned at the thought of himself taking Sango, the delicate beauty she was, in his arms and cradling her lovingly. He also imagined her face, blushing and brilliant, her eyes, sensuous, dark, and open wide with anticipation. The aforesaid conjured image was enough to send his feet and body to the other side of the camp.
Miroku loomed above Sango's sleeping figure, and gently knelt down at her side. He gently stroked Sango's cheek with the tips of his fingers, careful not to wake her from the pleasant dream. He brought his other hand around her and gently lifted her from the cold, dew-dripped ground. Sango was in his arms, but still sleeping gently. Miroku grinned; he adored how the morning light played on her resting features. After walking over the hill that protected the camp from severe night winds he came to a small lagoon, private and beautiful. He stood momentarily to gaze at the sight of a waterfall gracefully falling over several tiers of rocks, the contents of which collected in the cool stream and sat down at the broad base of a tree. He made sure Sango's arms were arranged limply around his neck, so she would not collapse to the ground, and he watched the dawn come in complacency with his surroundings.
Just ten minutes later Sango stirred slightly as a gentle breeze brought her from sleep, as soon as her eyelids opened and she looked up to see Miroku's face smiling gently and seductively into her eyes, she sent him a questioning glare, but was to nervous to speak.
" Good Morning, sleepy head." He said while smiling teasingly at Sango, whom had a charming blush painted across her cheeks. Sango averted her eyes to gather her wits, and looked back up at Miroku. With reinforced bravery, she demanded,
"Why are you holding me!" Miroku grinned slyly as he said,
" I wanted to see you.alone." Sango sighed and demanded, as she tried to get loose,
" Well you could've asked me first! You didn't have to abduct me!" Sango tried to get loose, but Miroku pulled her closer and held onto her tightly,
"Let me go!" she demanded. Miroku grinned, knowing she did not mind this closeness as he retorted lazily,
" I don't think I will." Sango glared and still struggled for her release. Miroku still smiled slyly, "you just look so cute when your angry." He finished while brushing hair from her eyes. Sango's eyes centered on Miroku's hand brushing lightly across her face and she fell silent and was somehow subdued. Her once subtle blush now overtook her entire face as she visibly trembled in Miroku's arms.
Miroku grinned from ear to ear; he loved to see Sango blush, to see her feminine side that was so impossible to see as her boomerang ripped through demons, sending them to their knees to grovel at her feet. As she stood proudly over her kill. She was so strong, but he had to know that there was a woman inside her brave shell. He knew that she would not need him otherwise, if she did not need a shoulder to cry on, a hug to console her, and a kind reasonable voice to ease her deepest fears. For that is what love is, when a person eases your spirit and you smile because that person holds you in their arms.
Sango smiled demurely and readjusted her position on Miroku's lap, trying to make the best of the situation that she would not soon get out of. Miroku smiled victoriously,
'I won that battle,' he sighed and a lazy smirk formed on his lips as his fingers danced lightly on the exposed flesh of Sango's arm. The delight cannot be hidden in Sango's eyes as she sharply intakes a ragged breath, just trying to stay in control of her own self and keep her head about her. However, Sango was not succeeding as well as she liked when she found herself magnetically closing the distance between Miroku. This seemed to please Miroku, it left him little work in closing the gap entirely as his arms wrapped firmly around her shoulders, and drew her face very close to his.
Their noses met and mingled as Sango clumsily tried to be free of Miroku's insistent hands. Miroku grinned, now very sure of his victory as he swiftly and silently claimed Sango's lips.
First Sango seemed to freeze at the gentle massaging feel of Miroku's lips upon hers, she did not even think to struggle and momentarily eased into the kiss. Miroku added passion and zest as his tongue gently traced her bottom lip and made the plunge into her mouth. Sango followed suit, only knowing that Miroku surely knew better how to play this game than she. They sat in that eternity for minutes, until both of them were forced to breath again.
"You really didn't want to let go, did you?" Miroku teased remembering Sango's initial demand as soon as she saw her position in Miroku's lap. Sango again averted her eyes and gathered her wits about her, she replied, as she wrapped her arms tighter around Miroku's neck and began to loosen his small ponytail.
"Now I'm glad I didn't." Finally Sango had taken his ponytail out and Miroku's face expressed surprise as he felt his dark hair fall upon his shoulders. Sango grinned sexily at the image that brought. Miroku felt his hair upon his shoulders and shrugged it off. He initiated another kiss and now ran his fingers freely through Sango's raven hair, loosening her white ribbon, and setting her dark tresses free. Miroku then leaned her slim body to the ground below and now deepened the kiss further than it had gone before lightly caressing every angle he could find on her voluptuous body. His spell had been cast.
Kagura sat on her feather impatiently with Kohaku beside her. Kohaku looked curiously at Kagura as she frowned into the onslaught of wind.
'Why can't I just remove the jewel shard in his back and leave him in the woods to die! Why must Naraku be so complicated? Even if he is cruel and it hurts the group, my life is being placed at great risk! Killing the boy in front of his own sister and that priest!' She thought maliciously as she sulked in the torrent of winds.
Dawn had broken and Kagura sighted her quarry. Remembering Naraku's orders she pushed Kohaku off her feather, and into the spring, near Sango and Miroku kissed passionately. Kagura observed as Kohaku fell into the spring, and startled the close couple.
"What was that! " Miroku said suddenly, taking his hands off Sango, and stood up, to see Kohaku float to the surface, his head bleeding from a nasty hit by a rock from falling into spring.
Sango 'awoke' slowly, and rose just at the same speed, to see Miroku pulling a young boy from the water. Miroku's hands were red from the blood seeped from the boy's head. Sango focused in on the boy,
'Kohaku!' her thoughts screamed. She stood and ran to Miroku's side, gently she caressed the Kohaku's face, and his eyes fluttered open.
"It's.it's.you!" Kohaku stammered. Sango smiled gently, trying to control her joy.
"Hai, it is me. Do you remember my name?" Sango asked Kohaku. Kohaku's eyes focused on Sango's face, he examined her face slowly then said quietly,
"Hai, I do. You're my sister, Sango." Tears brimmed at Sango's eyes; her joy was incomprehensible, but understandable. Miroku grinned as Sango pulled her brother into a deep loving embrace, but his eyes were drawn to another sight.
Kagura smiled evilly as she cruelly said,
"He remembers his sister. How sweet, he will be much easier kill now that his sister's dreams are fulfilled." Miroku's eyes shot daggers into Kagura, as he yelled,
"Get Kohaku out of here, now!" Sango looked up to see Kagura, grinning evilly; she twisted more words into cruel snares,
" Not without Naraku's shards!" Kagura flicked her fan, and sent wind blades flying towards Sango and Kohaku. However she hit Miroku as he guarded the two with his life and holy staff.
"GET HIM OUT NOW!" Miroku said after a struggling breath. Kagura sneered as her wind blades ripped through the exposed flesh on Miroku's arms and legs. Sango screamed as Miroku hollered in pain, Kohaku looked in astonishment and silence.
' How cruel the fates are!' Sango thought as tears of fear poured out of her eyes, ' they would give me my brother to kill him as soon as I regain him!'
Kagome's eyes shot open as she heard the harshness of battle and cries of pain invade her waking ears. Inuyasha stood beside her and grabbed her thin wrist, pulling her up.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome shrieked, but Inuyasha interrupted her saying,
"Miroku and Sango are gone, and a battle is being fought. I got a feeling they need help."
A short distance away, Inuyasha and Kagome came upon Kagura ripping her treacherous blades of wind through a helpless Kohaku. Sango glared but was badly hurt, along with Miroku, both of them bled freely.
"Kagome! You tend to Sango and Miroku, I'll take care of this bitch!" Kagome ran to Sango side. Sango now wept as she cried helplessly,
"Stop! Don't hurt him! You have the shard! He's already dying! At least spare his life!" Kagura ignored Sango's pleas and began to deal with Inuyasha.
Sango freed herself from Kagome's grasp and painfully ran to her dying brothers side. She delicately turned the bloodied body over, and saw Kohaku's face had been completely destroyed and was dripping in bruised, rotten flesh, and dripping blood, she collapsed onto the body of her brother. There was nothing to salvage, for it was all gore and blood.
Kagome saw this and riled with anger. She ran back to the camp, as Inuyasha battled with Kagura for the upper hand.
Sango continued to weep, as she herself draped in blood dragged Kohaku's limp and demolished body to a safe place. Sango huddled with the dead body under a tree, the white part of her kimono now dripping red in vile blood. Miroku stirred and painfully raised his broken body so he could better see Sango and what was Kohaku. Pain racked his body, but with effort he draped his bloody army around Sango and let her cry on his shoulder, with the demolished body of Kohaku in her hands.
At that moment, the timing was perfect and Inuyasha, with Tessaiga's windscar struck Kagura down. She lay rotting, but not dead, in the clearing, her clothes torn to shreds. Miroku, Inuyasha, and the rest escaped with Kohaku's body, and they would begin the next day knowing a huge burden, was lifted, and then at the same time, created anew.
The next morning while Miroku and Sango were being healed, and Kohaku's body was being dressed for burial. Kagura still lay, forgotten in the clearing, abandoned by her own father, who willingly left her for dead. Until Sesshoumaru, Rin, and Jaken came a crossed her dwindling life,
"Sesshoumaru-sama! It's a body!" Rin exclaimed as she grasped a twig and poked Kagura's body. Jaken took the stick away from Rin and complained,
"Leave it to rot, Sesshoumaru-sama! It is just the body of that arrogant woman who smells like Naraku." Sesshoumaru thought deeply about the body, he stared at it, and analyzed it until Rin interrupted,
"You should save her! She looks so lonely, just lying there. " Jaken rebuked, and Rin was about to retort when Sesshoumaru cut them both off with a swift,
"Silence!" He then took out Tensaiga, and sliced it through Kagura's body.
End Chapter one.