Disclaimer: ~grumbles apologetically as she recites from a piece of paper~
"I do not own Inuyasha."
AN: I know I said December 5, and I realize that it is December 13th, but would you prefer a late update to no update at all?
Last Three Chapters Of Sleeping Sango! (Not counting Epilogue)
Sleeping Sango
Spindle Tragedy
~*~*~*~ Last Time ~*~*~*~
He found himself avoiding her gaze, but couldn't help getting pulled into it at least once . . . and then, when their eyes met . . . she ran . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Maybe I can be alone here . . . what's this? A spindle?"
~*~*~*~ Now ~*~*~*~
She had always been warned not to touch anything that remotely related to sewing. Be it a thread or a needle, her "parents" had always made it seem as if such things were outlawed. Which is why she found it irresistible to try and work this strange brand new spindle, that seemed so out of place in a dark and dingy tower. Slowly there was a green glow, and she couldn't help but walk towards the warm, radiating light. Her hand reached out, and she let out a soft gasp, as she felt a drop of blood escape her ring finger . . ..
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He ran like he had never run before. Not sure where she was going but following no matter what. After checking all the rooms for what seemed like an eternity he made his way up the spiral staircase to the tower. Where he let out an utter of horror.
"Sasu . . ."
It was then that he felt the rush of wind pick him up, and he tried his best to stay on the ground but couldn't help himself as he came face to face with the driest skin he had ever seen.
"Little Prince Miroku comes to save his bride? I don't think so . . . you're coming with me!"
Miroku let out an angry snarl and was about to fight back when he felt his world go black.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"SANGO!"
Kagome, the Queen, King, Inuyasha and the rest (here on Gilligan's Isle!) were crowded inside the small tower. In the center of the room was a spindle; a dried blood droplet somewhere on the ground beneath it, and to the side of said blood droplet, was Sango. They had arrived in time to see Miroku whisked out by Kikyou, but not before they noticed that he had dropped a piece of fabric on the floor . . .
"We're too late . . . we're too late . . ."
That was when Kagome noticed that there was a small string of something clutched tightly in her hands . . . they seemed to be monk's beads. Inuyasha grabbed the beads out of her hand and then found himself smelling a familiar scent. Following his nose he grabbed the piece of fabric that Prince Miroku had dropped and compared the two scents . . .
And then the pieces of the puzzle fell together.
Only problem was . . .
The Princess was asleep.
The Prince missing.
And true love, was about to wage it's toughest battle yet.
AN: . ~Grin~ I love that ending . . . so soap opera.
AN: I know I said December 5, and I realize that it is December 13th, but would you prefer a late update to no update at all?
Last Three Chapters Of Sleeping Sango! (Not counting Epilogue)
Sleeping Sango
Spindle Tragedy
~*~*~*~ Last Time ~*~*~*~
He found himself avoiding her gaze, but couldn't help getting pulled into it at least once . . . and then, when their eyes met . . . she ran . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Maybe I can be alone here . . . what's this? A spindle?"
~*~*~*~ Now ~*~*~*~
She had always been warned not to touch anything that remotely related to sewing. Be it a thread or a needle, her "parents" had always made it seem as if such things were outlawed. Which is why she found it irresistible to try and work this strange brand new spindle, that seemed so out of place in a dark and dingy tower. Slowly there was a green glow, and she couldn't help but walk towards the warm, radiating light. Her hand reached out, and she let out a soft gasp, as she felt a drop of blood escape her ring finger . . ..
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He ran like he had never run before. Not sure where she was going but following no matter what. After checking all the rooms for what seemed like an eternity he made his way up the spiral staircase to the tower. Where he let out an utter of horror.
"Sasu . . ."
It was then that he felt the rush of wind pick him up, and he tried his best to stay on the ground but couldn't help himself as he came face to face with the driest skin he had ever seen.
"Little Prince Miroku comes to save his bride? I don't think so . . . you're coming with me!"
Miroku let out an angry snarl and was about to fight back when he felt his world go black.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"SANGO!"
Kagome, the Queen, King, Inuyasha and the rest (here on Gilligan's Isle!) were crowded inside the small tower. In the center of the room was a spindle; a dried blood droplet somewhere on the ground beneath it, and to the side of said blood droplet, was Sango. They had arrived in time to see Miroku whisked out by Kikyou, but not before they noticed that he had dropped a piece of fabric on the floor . . .
"We're too late . . . we're too late . . ."
That was when Kagome noticed that there was a small string of something clutched tightly in her hands . . . they seemed to be monk's beads. Inuyasha grabbed the beads out of her hand and then found himself smelling a familiar scent. Following his nose he grabbed the piece of fabric that Prince Miroku had dropped and compared the two scents . . .
And then the pieces of the puzzle fell together.
Only problem was . . .
The Princess was asleep.
The Prince missing.
And true love, was about to wage it's toughest battle yet.
AN: . ~Grin~ I love that ending . . . so soap opera.