Chapter 4: Breaking the Spell

AN: Look! I wrote this one really fast (actually, I was writing it well before I posted three! Ha ha!)! I still don't own Inuyasha (it's back on Saturdays, yeah! But that means longer time between new ones, and I'm way behind on DVDs, too. I'll stop ranting now), and I don't own any thing that you may think parts of this chapter may resemble but it was unintentional, I swear! As I said in my lovely little Bio, a scene at the end of this chapter is pretty much the first one I thought up and the whole reason I wrote this story. I ran it by a couple of friends and they liked it. I'm sure you'll know which one it is. I guess it's sort of the climax. Unfortunately, except for the titles, I'm a little bit foggy on the next two chapters so it may take a little while, but I'll try as hard as I can! Okay, here comes! snickering evilly I love this one!

All right, Spectrum, I've got a few things to say. First off, it's reviewers like you that I completely and totally LOVE because you cover, well, the full spectrum of things (ha ha, I made a funny). As for my one liners, it just kind of happens. As I was writing I thought "Hey, why is it that every time someone comes upon a villain, they reveal their whole evil plot?" I just feel the need to make jokes on things if I can. It's my personality, really. Some of my greatest one liners came in my first Drama/Angst fic, actually. But I want to thank you and all of my beautiful reviewers. I feel so loved... sniff sniff. And yes, the romance stuff does make me feel a slight bit uncomfortable, but I'm kind of getting used to it, especially since they're my favorite couple. And although I do watch the dub, I've gone on line and found out a lot of stuff that happens later on (I can't wait to see episode 132!), so I do know a lot more about their relationship, but I decided to set this at where the dub is. I promise there won't be any more random one liners, though, okay? Notice I mentioned nothing about planned one-liners... (it'll fit, trust me!)

Sango glared menacingly at the demons as she lifted Hiraikotsu off of her back and lifted it over her head, preparing to throw it. The demons still laughed at her, obviously hiding something that probably was very important.

"I don't care what you say, I'm taking him with me!" she exclaimed, hurling her giant boomerang straight at one of the girls.

The demon stood in spot for a moment and then nimbly stepped out of the way of the flying weapon. Hiraikotsu turned around in mid air, as boomerangs are prone to doing, and was caught by a very surprised and angry Sango. "I won't miss this time," she muttered to herself as she prepared to throw her weapon again, while Kilala took the hint and crouched down in order to pounce on whoever may be unfortunate enough.

"You really don't know what your up against," the leader said, still laughing although the others had gone down to simple menacing smiles. "If you want the monk to live, I wouldn't throw that oversized weapon again if I were you."

"He'll live, all right," Sango replied, turning her arm back in order to get a good throw in that would most likely hit at least one of them. "I'll kill you before you can do anything to him!"

"Oh, it's too late for that," the leader answered, stopping Sango in mid-throw. "That foolish man is completely ours now. Once we complete our ceremony, then you will see the true power of the llama demons!"

"Not if I destroy you first!" the demon slayer exclaimed, once again starting to throw Hiraikotsu.

"Then he will die instantly!" the youkai answered, once again causing Sango to stumble with her weapon. Kilala relaxed a bit, seeming to realize that attack was not the best option at this time herself.

"What do you mean?" Sango asked as she scowled at the demon.

"I mean that with the way our spell is cast over that man, if you so much as minorly wound one of us or lessen our power in the least in any way, it will kill him instantly. And if you even so much as touch him, it will also destroy him."

Sango felt as though she had just been punched in the stomach. "W- what?" she finally stammered out, her hope quickly failing her at every passing moment.

"If you do anything to us, he dies. Of course, we don't want that to happen, either, since the ceremony is no where near completed. So it's mostly up to you. Would you rather have his death be on your hands or to help further a great race? The choice is really yours."

"...T-there's...," she began, slowly, trying to make sure that they weren't trying to cover anything up, "nothing I can do?"

"If you mean to keep the fool alive, then no. No matter what, he will die."

Sango stood there staring for a moment, her facial expression seeming to be a combination of fear, confusion, and shock. Hiraikotsu fell limp from her hand. "You... You're lying!" she finally exclaimed, still not sure if she should believe them.

"Do you care to find out?" the leader of the demons replied, grinning.

Sango continued to look at the demons, not daring to believe a word that they said, but at the same time knowing that she had to. Her entire body was trembling and it felt to her as if she were about to cave in on herself at any second.

The demons began laughing at her again. Kilala turned her head to look at her master, wondering what was wrong and what she was supposed to do.

Sango tried her best to breathe slowly. "What... What'll I do?" she thought. She moved her head and saw Miroku still lying on the slab, his unseeing eyes wide open as the strange light still engulfed him. She once again fell to her knees and put her hands over her face.

"What's wrong, little girl?" one of the demons scoffed. "Are you going to start crying?"

Sango took a deep breath and grabbed her weapon, using it to support herself back to her feet. "No," she replied, her composure quickly seeming to return. "I'm going to find a way to save Houshi-sama!"

The llamas continued to snicker as she lifted Hiraikotsu above her and threw. The boomerang spun around the demons, kicking up dirt and finally coming to rest next to the tree to the right of the one Miroku lay underneath.

"What was that?" the leader said, wearing the same smug expression as her comrades.

"A way of keeping you out," Sango answered from behind the still rising screen of dust. As it cleared, a long crevice in the ground appeared, separating the demons from her and the slab.

The demon llamas continued to mockingly laugh at her. "Do you really think we can't get across that small crack?" Masako said.

"Not if you don't want to be ripped to shreds by my friend over there," she answered, referring to a now crouching and growling Kilala who was poised right by the edge of her make shift barrier.

"Why should we care? Even if we lose this one, we've got two months to finish our spell," another replied.

"But if I tell all of the people in this area what you're doing, no one will go near any of you again," Sango said, managing to maintain herself although her arms seemed to shake slightly.

"We'd destroy you first!" the head demon exclaimed.

"I highly doubt that you can defeat me," she answered, with such authority that it was now time for the llamas to question whether or not she was truthful and if they wanted to test it or not. Their previous laughter had now become distrusting scowls.

"Kilala, make sure that none of them make a move!" Sango exclaimed, running over to the large rock on which the monk lay, and being very careful not to have any contact with him. She looked down at Miroku for a moment.

His expression had not changed any from when Masako was finished with him. The light was still upon him, but there was nothing else that appeared to be unusual.

"How am I supposed to save him?" she thought. "They were foolish enough to say what their plan was, but I doubt they'd say how to break it... if there is a way..."

"What are you doing, wench?" the leader exclaimed. "You know that it's hopeless! The monk is ours now, and there is no way to keep him alive!"

"There has to be..." Sango thought, still trying to think of she could possibly do without killing him in the process.

The demons were becoming restless. Enough time had passed for them to decide that Sango's threats were empty ones to them. Kilala was still ready to attack, but was obviously very reluctant to do so.

"Think," Sango said to herself as she realized that her time was almost up. "Did anything seem strange when they were bewitching him? Wait a minute..."

Her eyes widened, and she looked up at the restless demons and back down at the unconscious monk, nervousness showing in her face.

"Enough fooling around, girl!" the llama leader said. "If you leave now, we may consider letting you live!"

"I'm out of time," she thought, still looking at Miroku. "And with the way they said things, there might be a way to stop this. But... That means..."

"Get her!" the demon commanded. "She obviously won't let anything happen to this fool! As long as we get rid of this pest, we can finish our plan!" The demons began to charge forward.

Sango watched the demons for a moment and then looked back at him. She blinked her eyes tightly and took a deep breath. "This better work," she thought. She halted for a moment, still trying to decide if this was for the best, and finally she closed her eyes.

The next thing anyone knew, Sango had leaned down and was now kissing Miroku. She kept her lips on his slightly longer than Masako had, and finally lifted her head and looked down at him.

His eyes were now closed, and he seemed slightly stiffer than he had been before. The light that had formed during the incantation had faded from him.

The demons had stopped in their tracks and looked on, their eyes widened in what appeared to be a mix of terror and hatred.

Sango didn't notice this, however, and continued looking at Miroku, fear grasping her during the few hour long seconds that passed.

"No," she thought as it seemed obvious that he was not moving at all. "Please, no!"

Tears began forming in her eyes. "I can't loose you, Houshi-sama," she whispered.

Just then, Miroku eyes began to very slowly open again. He lay there motionless for a moment, and then turned his head a bit to look at Sango.

"Is that all?"

SLAP!

Miroku was now leaning himself upright on the slab, rubbing his sore cheek, as a now enraged Sango faced away from him.

"I can't believe the way that pervert..." she thought, but suddenly she realized what exactly had just happened and turned back around in amazement to look back at the monk. He was still rubbing his cheek, but smiled slightly at her.

"Houshi-sama...?" she finally stammered out, beginning to edge closer to him.

"You horrible wench!" the head demon exclaimed, stopping them both from what they were doing as they turned to scowl at her. "You may have broken our spell, but you will never stop our coming into ultimate power! Kill them both!"

"I take it that these ladies are demons," Miroku said, carefully observing each of them.

"What was your first guess?" Sango replied sarcastically. "Now that you're not under their spell anymore, I think we can safely fight them."

"I hope you're right," he answered, hopping off of the stone table and grabbing his staff, which was leaning against the tree. Sango reached for Hiraikotsu and readied herself to throw it as the enraged llama demons began to charge at them.

"Here we go," she whispered.

AN: I told you this was the big one! I'm sure you knew which scene was my "big one". So, what do you think? Did you like it? It was entirely for that moment that I wrote this story! And, okay, yeah, it was funny, but it was in character funny. But Miroku's pervertedness tends to make me laugh a lot, and I'm really not sure as to why. Oh well, please review! I'll try to get chapter five done ASAP! Oh yeah! I know Sango has said "What'll I do?" a lot in different situations with Miroku (well, two at least), but I actually didn't think they would keep it in the dub so I used it as sort of an homage to that line. And then they actually got her line perfect in episode 56 when she said that, much to my surprise. But I just didn't have the heart to change it, so just pretend that she hasn't or... something. Bye!