Leaving So Soon?
When Sango awoke, she couldn't believe it. She was actually alive. She didn't want to open her eyes, afraid of what she might see. But all she saw were two pairs of eyes, watching her. Sango flinched instinctively, and pain went through ever part of her body.
"Sango-neechan! Your awake!" Kohaku looked very happy. "I didn't think you'd make it."
"Kohaku! Naraku has released you?" Sango got lost in her brothers big, bright eyes.
"For the time being. I came to after I-" he looked like he was about to cry.
"Shh, come now. It wasn't you who did it, don't ever think like that." She turned to the second pair of eyes and cried out; that simple motion set her spine on fire. "Hi Miroku."
"Hey Sango." His eyes pierced through Sango's soul. "Listen...I don't think your going to make it through the night.
Apparently Kohaku hadn't heard this, because his back instantly straightened and he made an interesting little burping noise. "Ja ne, Sango." He said as he walked out of the hut. Sango could only stare after him.
"How are you holding up?" Miroku asked.
"Ehh...daijabu. Listen, I-"
"Wait, let me go first. The day you came into our little group was one of the saddest days of my life."
"Thanks for the compliment." Sango said snidely, in spite of the circumstances.
"Just wait. You never said anything, and it seemed you were always bringing things down. But then, slowly...you started to laugh at things. Loosen up. And eventually you became the person you are today. And I love you for it, Sango. I love you."
Sango had no idea what to say. Her mouth opened...then closed...she was sure she looked like a fish. She was so taken aback. But apparently, she didn't have to say anything. Because at that moment he leaned over and kissed her.
Now, she had been kissed at the village before, but never like this. It hurt her and filled her with so much joy at the same time, because she knew that she probably wouldn't see another sunrise again, and she held back tears. And then Kohaku walked in.
"Sango!" he screamed. Sango and Miroku looked up at the same time, embarrassed.
"Neechan, I-" Sango began, but then realized Kohaku wasn't having a fit. He was in pain. The shard glowed in Kohaku's back.
The same eerie voice as before invaded the hut like an unwelcome stranger. It poured into the room and seemed to have a presence unto itself, occupying even the darkest corner of the room. "Sango, you thought this was the end? I warned you. And by choosing your own survival, you have guaranteed your little brother's death. Selfish girl."
"Give me back my sister!" Kohaku screamed. But he didn't seem to have any choice. The shard turned black and he fell to the ground, never to move again.
"No!" Sango screamed louder than she ever had before in her life. "Kohaku!" Her voice echoed through the mountains, and scared off any birds for miles around. Miroku was forced to watch, unable to do anything.
"Miroku...bring him to me." Sango choked out, her entire body in excruciating pain. "Give me...my brother."
Miroku, too stunned to think for himself, obliged, then left the room. The last he saw of Sango as he left the hut was the back of her head against Kohaku's, hair entangled, crying. He found Keade outside, gardening. "Sad news, Kaede-san, Kohaku-"
"Died?"
"Hai." Miroku was fairly shocked. "How did you know?"
"I heard Sango scream and assumed the worst. How's she taking it?"
"Not too lightly. I'm afraid she's going to make her wounds worsen, even though there's not...much hope." He held back tears.
"So what will you do to help her?"
"What can I do? I'll sit here and wait for her to calm down"
"I don't think that will work this time. Sango is in a lot of pain. Wounds she has been trying to hide for so long have just been ripped open. She needs a shoulder to cry on...Sango's not strong enough to handle this on her own."
"That's not true...I could never live with all the stuff she's been through. Sango's the toughest person I know!"
"Sango is an interesting person. She never seems to really break down, but she never deals with the pain, either. She just covers it up. Now it's all coming back to hurt her.
"Humph." Miroku didn't really want to be caught in the middle, but he went up to the hut anyways. He found Sango sleeping in her futon with her arms around Kohaku, smiling. She must have come to terms with herself. Good. He thought. But he also realized that if she was asleep, she might not wake up. He left the hut, picked the most beautiful flower he could find, and brought it back to her sleeping form. Miroku placed the flower at her feet, and started speaking.
"Please, Sango, don't die. I love you, and I'm pretty sure you love me. I want to stay with you forever." He realized then that he was sobbing. He said a final prayer and left the hut, afraid that if he stayed, he would never be able to leave.
SC: ::ambushes you with angst and fluff:: ha! ANGST!! AND FLUFF!! YAY!!! ::runs around throwing angst and fluff at everyone::
Christy, Carrie, and My: ::anime sweatdrop::
When Sango awoke, she couldn't believe it. She was actually alive. She didn't want to open her eyes, afraid of what she might see. But all she saw were two pairs of eyes, watching her. Sango flinched instinctively, and pain went through ever part of her body.
"Sango-neechan! Your awake!" Kohaku looked very happy. "I didn't think you'd make it."
"Kohaku! Naraku has released you?" Sango got lost in her brothers big, bright eyes.
"For the time being. I came to after I-" he looked like he was about to cry.
"Shh, come now. It wasn't you who did it, don't ever think like that." She turned to the second pair of eyes and cried out; that simple motion set her spine on fire. "Hi Miroku."
"Hey Sango." His eyes pierced through Sango's soul. "Listen...I don't think your going to make it through the night.
Apparently Kohaku hadn't heard this, because his back instantly straightened and he made an interesting little burping noise. "Ja ne, Sango." He said as he walked out of the hut. Sango could only stare after him.
"How are you holding up?" Miroku asked.
"Ehh...daijabu. Listen, I-"
"Wait, let me go first. The day you came into our little group was one of the saddest days of my life."
"Thanks for the compliment." Sango said snidely, in spite of the circumstances.
"Just wait. You never said anything, and it seemed you were always bringing things down. But then, slowly...you started to laugh at things. Loosen up. And eventually you became the person you are today. And I love you for it, Sango. I love you."
Sango had no idea what to say. Her mouth opened...then closed...she was sure she looked like a fish. She was so taken aback. But apparently, she didn't have to say anything. Because at that moment he leaned over and kissed her.
Now, she had been kissed at the village before, but never like this. It hurt her and filled her with so much joy at the same time, because she knew that she probably wouldn't see another sunrise again, and she held back tears. And then Kohaku walked in.
"Sango!" he screamed. Sango and Miroku looked up at the same time, embarrassed.
"Neechan, I-" Sango began, but then realized Kohaku wasn't having a fit. He was in pain. The shard glowed in Kohaku's back.
The same eerie voice as before invaded the hut like an unwelcome stranger. It poured into the room and seemed to have a presence unto itself, occupying even the darkest corner of the room. "Sango, you thought this was the end? I warned you. And by choosing your own survival, you have guaranteed your little brother's death. Selfish girl."
"Give me back my sister!" Kohaku screamed. But he didn't seem to have any choice. The shard turned black and he fell to the ground, never to move again.
"No!" Sango screamed louder than she ever had before in her life. "Kohaku!" Her voice echoed through the mountains, and scared off any birds for miles around. Miroku was forced to watch, unable to do anything.
"Miroku...bring him to me." Sango choked out, her entire body in excruciating pain. "Give me...my brother."
Miroku, too stunned to think for himself, obliged, then left the room. The last he saw of Sango as he left the hut was the back of her head against Kohaku's, hair entangled, crying. He found Keade outside, gardening. "Sad news, Kaede-san, Kohaku-"
"Died?"
"Hai." Miroku was fairly shocked. "How did you know?"
"I heard Sango scream and assumed the worst. How's she taking it?"
"Not too lightly. I'm afraid she's going to make her wounds worsen, even though there's not...much hope." He held back tears.
"So what will you do to help her?"
"What can I do? I'll sit here and wait for her to calm down"
"I don't think that will work this time. Sango is in a lot of pain. Wounds she has been trying to hide for so long have just been ripped open. She needs a shoulder to cry on...Sango's not strong enough to handle this on her own."
"That's not true...I could never live with all the stuff she's been through. Sango's the toughest person I know!"
"Sango is an interesting person. She never seems to really break down, but she never deals with the pain, either. She just covers it up. Now it's all coming back to hurt her.
"Humph." Miroku didn't really want to be caught in the middle, but he went up to the hut anyways. He found Sango sleeping in her futon with her arms around Kohaku, smiling. She must have come to terms with herself. Good. He thought. But he also realized that if she was asleep, she might not wake up. He left the hut, picked the most beautiful flower he could find, and brought it back to her sleeping form. Miroku placed the flower at her feet, and started speaking.
"Please, Sango, don't die. I love you, and I'm pretty sure you love me. I want to stay with you forever." He realized then that he was sobbing. He said a final prayer and left the hut, afraid that if he stayed, he would never be able to leave.
SC: ::ambushes you with angst and fluff:: ha! ANGST!! AND FLUFF!! YAY!!! ::runs around throwing angst and fluff at everyone::
Christy, Carrie, and My: ::anime sweatdrop::