Chapter 11 Mezu of the clear blood tribe

Sango woke up feeling refreshed and happy. She smiled with her eyes still closed, and snuggled into the blanket, then stopped. Her eyes flew open and her breathing stopped. Her body went frigid and cold. HOW COULD SHE FEEL HAPPY WITH WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO KAGOME? WERE WAS SHE?! She sat up strait. The last bit of sleep drained away, and she relaxed. She was with Myroku...and glad. She really had not wanted to be alone. Even if Inuyasha, Shippo, and Kagome weren't there. She slumped and rested her head in her hands. She was tired again, but to awake to go back to sleep. She looked over at Myroku's bed roll. He wasn't there. Kelala (or Kerara) walked in as if sensing that her friend was up.

"Oh Kelala!" Sango moaned. "I miss them don't you?" She held out her hands and caught the mewing form. She leaned her head into the soft fur.

"I want to go home Kelala. I want this to never have happened." She sighed. "But it has, and I will have to deal with that." Kelala cocked her head to the side. Sango's eyes softened with love.

"Lets go for a walk Kelala." she stood. The prancing demon at her feet.

Myroku smiled at the young lady, her upturned palm in his hand.

"I see many, many children for your future young miss." He smiled misgeviosly (how do you spell that...nvm)

"If you would only birth a child for this poor monk, I would be eternally grateful."

The young girl giggled and lightly slapped his hand.

"Oh monk!" She giggled.

"Why do you torment me so?" You know that, that could never happen!" She gave him her own smile and leaned a little closer.

Sango cleared her throught.

The monk and the girl pushed off each other as if they had both caught a flame.

"I'm so sorry I INTERRUPTED." she started giving an im-so-glad-i-caught-you-you-lech-look on her face.

"But I just thought I would tell you were I was going." as always Myroku recovered quickly.

"Of course ! Fine, Were are you going?" She turned her nose in the air.

"For a walk. Just come and get me-" She turned a glared at the extremely guilty looking girl next her.

"If You Need Me." at this she turned and left, Kelala not far behind.

The girl blushing profusely ran off. Myroku turned.

"So back to-huh?" Ahh. That Sango! He smiled to himself.

Sango fumed. STUPID JERK! she thought. SUCH A LEECH! she clenches and unclenched her fist. A strong breeze came and the trees shivered as if sharing her irritated mood. Her eyes narrowed. "UGH! AND I WAS JUST THINKING I FELT SAFE WITH THAT PERV!" she tripped and cursed, falling over herself, but when she saw what had tripped on, she was confused.

"Kagome's bag?" She said to herself.

"What is it doing here?" And her bike too!!!"

Sango turned in circles.

"KAGOME?!" she called.

"KAGOME?! ARE YOU HERE?!" she looked to Kelala who had already changed. She jumped on her back and flew low threw out the forest.

"KAGOME?! KAGOME?!" she called out fruitlessly. Kelala flew back and Sango walked over to the large yellow bag, and for the first time noticed the tree pieces and the brown, burnt looking arrow nestled under the spiked nest.

"KAGOME!!" She shouted one last time in panic. Kagome must have found Kikyo before them!!! SHE MUST HAVE GONE OUT TO LOOK FOR THEM AND FOUND KIKYO!

"OH NO!" Sango cried and fell to her knees. She could see it all. Kagome wondering were they went, bugging Inuyasha to take her to find them, he had followed there sent only to find Kikyo waiting in this tree. She had tried to kill Kagome and with one last effort Kagome had shot at her and missed, and hit the tree, which exploded. Sango crawled to her friend's bag and embraced it.

"Kagome! Kagome!" she moaned.

She saw Kikyo's smile as she trapped Inuyasha and sold him to Naraku. She saw Shippo's face as Kikyo shot him dead. For she had no use for the little nuisance.

"INUYASHA! SHIPPO! KAGOME!" she screamed as tears flooded and soaked the bag. Kelala nudged her face and she clutched her friend. She climbed up on her back, the bag still firmly presst against her chest, and flew off to tell Myroku, her grudge forgotten. It was all her fault.

"WHAT?! It doesn't mean that! It doesn't have to mean that..." Myroku said softly into her hair. She cried even harder.

"Then what Myroku?! Please! What else could it mean?!"

He held her closer.

"I don't know. AGH! I DON'T KNOW!"

He rested his head on her shoulder.

**meanwhile**

She floated throughout the trees. Rain drops dripped from her fingertips. An evil smile hover on her face. She stopped, her head snapped back, her hair flowed and water danced and sparkled around her. Her green eyes glowed red and water screamed out of her lush, red lipped mouth.

It is time she thought kill them

All the villagers heads snapped back and water dripped from their fingertips. A young boy raised his hands up fingertips pointed down. The water dripped, slowly, slowly down to the ground. They dropped to the earth, and turned red and thick. Sango and Myroku lost in each other's arms saw nothing until they heard Kelala's growling. There faces turned into identical exspresions of anticipation and surprise. They pushed of and stood back to back. Sango's hand on her boomerang and Myrokus on his holy beads.

"What do you think happened to the villagers?" Myroku whispered.

"I don't know." she wiped her eyes quickly and screamed.

"DOWN!"

They both fell to the ground and Kelala knocked the possessed villagers away.

"SANGO! THEY HAVE NO WEAPONS!"

"THEN WHY DO THEY COME AT US?" she shouted as she dogged a pack of girls coming at her.

A STRONG GIRL AND A MONK? PERFECT. KILL THEM!

The villagers stopped were they were and raised their hands in front of them.

"WHAT ARE THEY DOING??" Sango whispered to Myroku at her back again, but she needn't have asked. They started shaking their hands in great strokes, side to side. The water flew towards them turning their clothes red and soggy. The blood, water clotted and hardened like a large scab around the group.

"MYROKU!" Sango screamed. It felt like a thousand insects were crawling in her scab cocoon.

"I CAN'T GET OUT!" he shouted back. Kelala growled in distress.

"So." Said the beautiful water-woman as she floated in. Water ran from her hanging feet like a sick bloody trail.

"I have you don't I?" Every time she spoke water gushed from her mouth in a waterfall dripping, running, down her chin.

"What fun. I am Mezu of the clear-blood tribe."