I knew someone was going to ask me about Sango. Sesshy, would you do the honors?
Sesshy- FINALLY! Ahem, Naraku can control and posses the bodies of those who are dead, can he not? And since he also knows where Jenahara had been…
Naraku- Hey, I'm possessing Sango in this fic. Nifty.
Sesshy- I…but…ah…*cries* all I wanted to do was tell the nice reviewers *sniff* that Sango *tear* was being possessed! You really are evil. Baka. *sniff*
Naraku- What's his problem?
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Naraku watched with a stone face as Jenahara entered his castle.
"You did not kill the girl," he said his voice smooth and calm as he continued to stare out the window. The fire sorceress winced at his tone.
"I could not get into the room. The monk protected it from evil. I was powerless," she told him.
"I do not want your excuses," he hissed. "And you left the dead body of the demon slayer for all to find. You are a fool, Jenahara. Playing your little games with Inuyasha while leaving clues for his little friends to find. They will figure it out eventually. Even if Inuyasha himself does not see how he can end his nightmare, they will find you and break the spell."
Jenahara glared coldly at the hanyou. "They will not find my identity. And Inuyasha will not know of how to escape. It is so simply, right there in front of him. The one thing that he can not do. Let his heart become free of doubt, and forget the dead priestess Kikyo, and admit his love for her reincarnation, Kagome."
Naraku did nothing. He stayed sitting perfectly still, gazing outside into nothing. "I have had to clean up your mess once again, Jenahara."
She starred at him for some moments, trying to register what he could possibly be hinting to with his vague statement. "You have possessed the body of the demon slayer," she stated. "Judging by your look of unhappiness, you have not yet succeeded."
"Even while he is dreaming," Naraku began. "He is still saving her."
~~~
(*The bastard. Putting his hands on _your_ Kagome.
She's not mine.
*What in the hell are you talking about? Of course she yours!* Kagome would never want to belong to anyone. Only with them. It's no fair to ask her to give herself to me anyway. I belong to Kikyo.
*So why are you currently pounding your fist into a tree?* It's therapeutic.
*Right.*)
The hanyou growled. He hated having conversation's with himself. He always ended up looking like an idiot. The sound of rushing water reached him, and his ears twitched unconsciously. There was a familiar scent in the air. Something he hardly recognized at first. He stilled and listened intently. There was a sound of someone breathing heavily, then a shriek and a loud thump was heard. A sigh escaped the hanyou's lips. (Miroku.) His feet carried him quickly across the damp blades of grass as he made his way towards the monk's scent. Maybe he would know what was going on. If he weren't afraid of him too.
When Inuyasha reached the side of the river, he hid himself among the bushes. The monk was sitting Indian style with his hands and his sleeves, gazing out upon the rushing water. Sango stood above him, a dangerous glare on her face as she let out annoyed breaths.
"It was worth it," Miroku muttered under his breath, loud enough however for Inuyasha to hear. The hanyou wanted badly to run out to them. To speak with people who knew him. But he refrained and remained hidden in the shadow's provided by the trees which loomed above him. He didn't want to risk scarring off the only two people left who could help him.
Sango let out deep breaths. "Stupid lecherous monk!" she yelled. She turned on her heel and stalked out of view. Miroku watched her with a bit of a smirk. He sat, starring out, deep in thought. The hanyou studied him cautiously for a few moments. Miroku looked very much at peace. (Maybe he knows what the hell is going on around here.) Warily, Inuyasha stepped out from behind the trees. He tried to keep his footsteps soft on the ground as he neared closer to the meditating monk. "Inuyasha," Miroku spoke slowly. The hanyou stopped in his tracks. (How did he know I was here?) The monk stood up and turned to greet his friend. "It has been long enough. We have been waiting."
Golden eyes were hidden for a few moments as Inuyasha blinked at his friend. "What are you talking about? You've been waiting on me?!" he cried. "I've been looking for you all over this stinking forest!"
"Um…Inuyasha?" Miroku asked softly, confusion clouding his face.
"What?" the hanyou growled, annoyed and yet greatly relieved that Miroku did not seem to be afraid of him.
"What forest?"
Another low, frustrated growl escaped from Inuyahsa. "The one we're in stupid!" The hanyou made hand gestures around to the trees, and stomped his foot onto the soil. Except, there was no soil. Surprised Inuyasha looked down to see a wooden floor underneath his feet. Wooden walls had sprung up around him. He was in a hut. (What in the fu-)
"Inuyasha!" screamed Miroku. The hanyou turned his entire body around to the doorway. The monk's bloody hand's gripped the door frame. Low breaths were coming from him as he tried to speak. With more speed then he thought he had, Inuyasha caught the monk before he hit the ground. Deep wounds were all over the monk's body, turning the blue and purple robes a dark black. The hanyou nose puckered with the scent of his blood.
"What the hell happened?!" he cried in frustration, anger and pain.
A small smile was on the monk's lips. "I would have given you the jewel," Miroku said quietly. Inuyasha laid him down slowly on the floor.
"Sango! Sango! Where is she? Where is everyone!? Damn it Miroku. What did you get yourself into this time?" he questioned softly.
That sad, strange smile re-appeared. "I promised I would help you. I still don't think you should have turned full demon. But I promised. I would have given…" He choked a little, and Inuyasha watched in horror as small bits of blood were spit out as he continued to cough. "You didn't have to kill me."
"K-k-ki…" He couldn't even bring himself to say it. "I didn't hurt anyone! Not you, not Kagome, not my father…not anyone! Never!"
"We promised, she promised, she would never leave you no matter what. When you chose power over us, we stuck by you. When you nearly had all of the jewel's…you betrayed us all." Glassy eyes looked up into golden ones. They were filled with confusion and anger. Miroku could feel the life draining from him. "I didn't want to die this way," he said softly. With the last bit of strength he had left, Miroku pushed the hanyou away from him. Inuyasha barely moved three inches away. He watched his dying friend.
"What…?"
The smile seemed to be etched into Miroku's face. It was one of guilt, sadness, and pain. Inuyasha began backing away as the blue prayer beads which kept the wind tunnel from being opened slid down the monk's hand. (No. No he can't!) The flaps of fabric fell off, and Inuyasha had no idea what to do. "You didn't have to kill me, Inuyasha. I would have given them to you," he said. The wind tunnel was opened, and all the hanyou could do was run away. Run farther and farther away from the hut. With his dying breath Miroku watched Inuyahas run away. "You didn't have to kill me," he repeated. The wind died down. The monk lay, blood covering his arms, stomach, and forehead.
(Miroku thought I killed him! But I couldn't have. I would never…I would never. He was my friend.)
Sango looked down at her love, tears running down her face. "Damn you Inuyasha," she said in a low voice which sounded almost like a cross between that of Kikyo and Naraku their selves. "First, you betrayed us. Now you have taken away the only thing left!" The demon slayer stood up and pulled out her boomerang. "You will die."
~~~
Naraku watched with satisfaction. "You have done well to bring these nightmare's to him, Jenahara. That, I must admit."
"I did nothing but let him create his own world. These are his own fears. I must say, I am quite surprised that you yourself have not made an appearance."
Naraku scowled inwardly. He could not wait until this wench was done. Inuyasha would have his dose of horror before Naraku took his life. With Inuyasha dead, the rest of his little group would be gone soon after that, and he would have the entire Shikon no Tama. And after that, of course, he would send that crazy wench back to Hell, where she belonged. He caught Jenahara eyeing the pieces of the shard he had collected.
"Once you have that girl's shard, you will have completed the jewel," Jenahara commented almost conversationally.
"Keep your mind on what you have been assigned to do. And I thought you did not want the jewel," he replied. "Only to see Inuyasha tortured in the same Hell he sent you to so many years ago."
A flash of anger flicker across the sorceress face. "I do," she said. (He will pay.)
~~~
Shippo looked up at Sango, a confused look on his face. She had been acting strangely. "Sango, are you all right?"
The demon slayer looked from the stone wall she had been starring at for the past five minutes and looked to the young fox demon. "Of course. Besides, it is Kagome and Inuyasha you should be worrying about."
Miroku came up behind her, and put his hand on her shoulder. "If you need to talk about anything," he said softly. His hand began wandering south. Instead of being smacked on the side of his head like he was pretty much expecting, the monk was simply pushed away as Sango stood. She turned to him. Instead of seeing a flush of anger or embarrassment on her face, Miroku saw nothing. Her eyes were cold and lifeless, much like Kikyo's. He shivered and stepped back. "Do not touch me, monk," she said and left the room.
Shippo watched the monk stare at her as she walked away. "Do you think she's really all right?"
"I don't know," he replied. "Did you see her, Shippo? Did you see her eyes? They were…they were…"
"Beautiful, pretty, interesting, lovely, sparkling…"
"Dead," Miroku interjected. The fox stopped his rambling and studied the monk. A look of sadness had passed over his face.
"Miroku?" Shippo questioned a bit unsurely. He reached out to touch Miroku's shoulder, but the monk turned away from him and stalked off angrily. A bit of a confused pout crossed his face. "What did I do?"
~~~
All rightly then. Let me tell you something so you don't get confused. In Inuyasha's lil dream world place, his father is dead, Kagome and Kouga are together, and as of now Miroku is dead and Sango is going to beat the crap out of him.
In the real world, Sango is dead and possessed by Naraku. Everyone else is just alive and really confused. Any questions?
Sesshy- Yeah. How come _he_ *glares at Naraku* got to tell everyone that Sango was being possessed. I wanted to do it!!!!
All- *groaning* get over it all ready!
Sesshy- *pouts*
Naraku- Hey, I'm possessing Sango in this fic. Nifty.
Sesshy- I…but…ah…*cries* all I wanted to do was tell the nice reviewers *sniff* that Sango *tear* was being possessed! You really are evil. Baka. *sniff*
Naraku- What's his problem?
~~~
Naraku watched with a stone face as Jenahara entered his castle.
"You did not kill the girl," he said his voice smooth and calm as he continued to stare out the window. The fire sorceress winced at his tone.
"I could not get into the room. The monk protected it from evil. I was powerless," she told him.
"I do not want your excuses," he hissed. "And you left the dead body of the demon slayer for all to find. You are a fool, Jenahara. Playing your little games with Inuyasha while leaving clues for his little friends to find. They will figure it out eventually. Even if Inuyasha himself does not see how he can end his nightmare, they will find you and break the spell."
Jenahara glared coldly at the hanyou. "They will not find my identity. And Inuyasha will not know of how to escape. It is so simply, right there in front of him. The one thing that he can not do. Let his heart become free of doubt, and forget the dead priestess Kikyo, and admit his love for her reincarnation, Kagome."
Naraku did nothing. He stayed sitting perfectly still, gazing outside into nothing. "I have had to clean up your mess once again, Jenahara."
She starred at him for some moments, trying to register what he could possibly be hinting to with his vague statement. "You have possessed the body of the demon slayer," she stated. "Judging by your look of unhappiness, you have not yet succeeded."
"Even while he is dreaming," Naraku began. "He is still saving her."
~~~
(*The bastard. Putting his hands on _your_ Kagome.
She's not mine.
*What in the hell are you talking about? Of course she yours!* Kagome would never want to belong to anyone. Only with them. It's no fair to ask her to give herself to me anyway. I belong to Kikyo.
*So why are you currently pounding your fist into a tree?* It's therapeutic.
*Right.*)
The hanyou growled. He hated having conversation's with himself. He always ended up looking like an idiot. The sound of rushing water reached him, and his ears twitched unconsciously. There was a familiar scent in the air. Something he hardly recognized at first. He stilled and listened intently. There was a sound of someone breathing heavily, then a shriek and a loud thump was heard. A sigh escaped the hanyou's lips. (Miroku.) His feet carried him quickly across the damp blades of grass as he made his way towards the monk's scent. Maybe he would know what was going on. If he weren't afraid of him too.
When Inuyasha reached the side of the river, he hid himself among the bushes. The monk was sitting Indian style with his hands and his sleeves, gazing out upon the rushing water. Sango stood above him, a dangerous glare on her face as she let out annoyed breaths.
"It was worth it," Miroku muttered under his breath, loud enough however for Inuyasha to hear. The hanyou wanted badly to run out to them. To speak with people who knew him. But he refrained and remained hidden in the shadow's provided by the trees which loomed above him. He didn't want to risk scarring off the only two people left who could help him.
Sango let out deep breaths. "Stupid lecherous monk!" she yelled. She turned on her heel and stalked out of view. Miroku watched her with a bit of a smirk. He sat, starring out, deep in thought. The hanyou studied him cautiously for a few moments. Miroku looked very much at peace. (Maybe he knows what the hell is going on around here.) Warily, Inuyasha stepped out from behind the trees. He tried to keep his footsteps soft on the ground as he neared closer to the meditating monk. "Inuyasha," Miroku spoke slowly. The hanyou stopped in his tracks. (How did he know I was here?) The monk stood up and turned to greet his friend. "It has been long enough. We have been waiting."
Golden eyes were hidden for a few moments as Inuyasha blinked at his friend. "What are you talking about? You've been waiting on me?!" he cried. "I've been looking for you all over this stinking forest!"
"Um…Inuyasha?" Miroku asked softly, confusion clouding his face.
"What?" the hanyou growled, annoyed and yet greatly relieved that Miroku did not seem to be afraid of him.
"What forest?"
Another low, frustrated growl escaped from Inuyahsa. "The one we're in stupid!" The hanyou made hand gestures around to the trees, and stomped his foot onto the soil. Except, there was no soil. Surprised Inuyasha looked down to see a wooden floor underneath his feet. Wooden walls had sprung up around him. He was in a hut. (What in the fu-)
"Inuyasha!" screamed Miroku. The hanyou turned his entire body around to the doorway. The monk's bloody hand's gripped the door frame. Low breaths were coming from him as he tried to speak. With more speed then he thought he had, Inuyasha caught the monk before he hit the ground. Deep wounds were all over the monk's body, turning the blue and purple robes a dark black. The hanyou nose puckered with the scent of his blood.
"What the hell happened?!" he cried in frustration, anger and pain.
A small smile was on the monk's lips. "I would have given you the jewel," Miroku said quietly. Inuyasha laid him down slowly on the floor.
"Sango! Sango! Where is she? Where is everyone!? Damn it Miroku. What did you get yourself into this time?" he questioned softly.
That sad, strange smile re-appeared. "I promised I would help you. I still don't think you should have turned full demon. But I promised. I would have given…" He choked a little, and Inuyasha watched in horror as small bits of blood were spit out as he continued to cough. "You didn't have to kill me."
"K-k-ki…" He couldn't even bring himself to say it. "I didn't hurt anyone! Not you, not Kagome, not my father…not anyone! Never!"
"We promised, she promised, she would never leave you no matter what. When you chose power over us, we stuck by you. When you nearly had all of the jewel's…you betrayed us all." Glassy eyes looked up into golden ones. They were filled with confusion and anger. Miroku could feel the life draining from him. "I didn't want to die this way," he said softly. With the last bit of strength he had left, Miroku pushed the hanyou away from him. Inuyasha barely moved three inches away. He watched his dying friend.
"What…?"
The smile seemed to be etched into Miroku's face. It was one of guilt, sadness, and pain. Inuyasha began backing away as the blue prayer beads which kept the wind tunnel from being opened slid down the monk's hand. (No. No he can't!) The flaps of fabric fell off, and Inuyasha had no idea what to do. "You didn't have to kill me, Inuyasha. I would have given them to you," he said. The wind tunnel was opened, and all the hanyou could do was run away. Run farther and farther away from the hut. With his dying breath Miroku watched Inuyahas run away. "You didn't have to kill me," he repeated. The wind died down. The monk lay, blood covering his arms, stomach, and forehead.
(Miroku thought I killed him! But I couldn't have. I would never…I would never. He was my friend.)
Sango looked down at her love, tears running down her face. "Damn you Inuyasha," she said in a low voice which sounded almost like a cross between that of Kikyo and Naraku their selves. "First, you betrayed us. Now you have taken away the only thing left!" The demon slayer stood up and pulled out her boomerang. "You will die."
~~~
Naraku watched with satisfaction. "You have done well to bring these nightmare's to him, Jenahara. That, I must admit."
"I did nothing but let him create his own world. These are his own fears. I must say, I am quite surprised that you yourself have not made an appearance."
Naraku scowled inwardly. He could not wait until this wench was done. Inuyasha would have his dose of horror before Naraku took his life. With Inuyasha dead, the rest of his little group would be gone soon after that, and he would have the entire Shikon no Tama. And after that, of course, he would send that crazy wench back to Hell, where she belonged. He caught Jenahara eyeing the pieces of the shard he had collected.
"Once you have that girl's shard, you will have completed the jewel," Jenahara commented almost conversationally.
"Keep your mind on what you have been assigned to do. And I thought you did not want the jewel," he replied. "Only to see Inuyasha tortured in the same Hell he sent you to so many years ago."
A flash of anger flicker across the sorceress face. "I do," she said. (He will pay.)
~~~
Shippo looked up at Sango, a confused look on his face. She had been acting strangely. "Sango, are you all right?"
The demon slayer looked from the stone wall she had been starring at for the past five minutes and looked to the young fox demon. "Of course. Besides, it is Kagome and Inuyasha you should be worrying about."
Miroku came up behind her, and put his hand on her shoulder. "If you need to talk about anything," he said softly. His hand began wandering south. Instead of being smacked on the side of his head like he was pretty much expecting, the monk was simply pushed away as Sango stood. She turned to him. Instead of seeing a flush of anger or embarrassment on her face, Miroku saw nothing. Her eyes were cold and lifeless, much like Kikyo's. He shivered and stepped back. "Do not touch me, monk," she said and left the room.
Shippo watched the monk stare at her as she walked away. "Do you think she's really all right?"
"I don't know," he replied. "Did you see her, Shippo? Did you see her eyes? They were…they were…"
"Beautiful, pretty, interesting, lovely, sparkling…"
"Dead," Miroku interjected. The fox stopped his rambling and studied the monk. A look of sadness had passed over his face.
"Miroku?" Shippo questioned a bit unsurely. He reached out to touch Miroku's shoulder, but the monk turned away from him and stalked off angrily. A bit of a confused pout crossed his face. "What did I do?"
~~~
All rightly then. Let me tell you something so you don't get confused. In Inuyasha's lil dream world place, his father is dead, Kagome and Kouga are together, and as of now Miroku is dead and Sango is going to beat the crap out of him.
In the real world, Sango is dead and possessed by Naraku. Everyone else is just alive and really confused. Any questions?
Sesshy- Yeah. How come _he_ *glares at Naraku* got to tell everyone that Sango was being possessed. I wanted to do it!!!!
All- *groaning* get over it all ready!
Sesshy- *pouts*