DEPTHS OF THE DAMNED
...Over and Over Comes the Nightmare...
Disclaimer: I don't and never will own InuYasha.
Sango gasped as she woke up with a cold sweat. She pulled the covers over her protectively. The sixteen year-old had been having the same nightmare for quite some time now. And it was the same one every night...
It always had to do with Kagome being in her possessed state. The nightmare would always begin with Sango sitting in Kagome's room, which was always dark, cold, and musty for some reason. She would then hear Kagome's scream from another room. She would jump and dash to a door, trying frantically to open it. Always, the door would be locked, though she continued to pull on the door knob. Finally, it would unlock and the door would come crashing down, and the screams would stop. There standing in the doorway would be Kagome, eyes red with hate.
Suddenly, InuYasha and Miroku would appear out of thin air, and would lie at Kagome's feet; paralyzed. Claws from Kagome's hands would suddenly retract and she would stab at InuYasha in the back, and start drinking his blood. Then the life would be sucked from him and his corpse would disappear.
Sango would try and cry out, but no sound came, a lump forming in her throat...
Kagome would then raise her other clawed hand and raise it above Miroku's throat...
"No..." Sango would gasp, running to him, tears spilling from her eyes. She would try to jump in the way to stop Kagome from killing Miroku, but she always ended up being too late. Kagome, then satisfied after another drink, would peer down at Sango with maniacal pleasure. A voice would fill the air, an indescribable voice:
"Sango, here is your best friend. She kills the ones you love, but do you still care for her...? Now would you...? I wouldn't..."
Then the dream would always end with a knife embedding itself in Sango's chest and Kagome would wither away, disappearing into the darkness...
Now here Sango continued to fearfully sit, covers over her.
"This has got to stop," the girl promised to herself, "I can't live like this anymore,"
Sango turned on her side and fell asleep.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
'No, not already...not the alarm clock...' Sango thought as shut off her cursed alarm clock. Sliding out of bed into her fuzzy blue slippers, she made way downstairs to the kitchen nook and started fixing breakfast.
As she took a bite from her toast, she glanced at the clock.
"I'm gonna be late for the bus!"
Sango ran up the stairs, her toast still in her hand, and pulled off her robe and pajama pants. Hurriedly, she ran down, toast in mouth, pulling on her skirt and white blouse, and slung her back bag over her shoulder. She sprinted to the bus spot, staring at her watch, and sat on the bench.
'Guess the bus is late,' Sango thoughtfully bit into her toast.
Cars passed by and so did the minutes, until the sixteen year-old's cell phone rang. She pulled the ringing cellular from her bag.
"Hello?" she murmured.
"Hey, Sango! You wanna go to the mall?"
"Ayame? But...don't we have school?"
"School? 'Course not! It's Saturday! So, do you?"
"Arg! I thought it was a school day and I hurried out here for nothing!" Sango sighed as she paused. "Okay, I'll pick you up in fifteen?"
"Great! I'll be waiting!"
Sango flipped off the phone and stuffed it back into the pocket of her knapsack.
Sango beeped the horn on her green Volkswagen convertible and sighed comfortably. She changed into her black tank-top and camouflage pants. It was a nice autumn day and the sun was shining.
Ayame, a red-haired girl with bright green eyes, wearing a pink top and long dark, dark gray pants, locked the door behind her, and ran from her house, hopping over the car door into the passenger seat.
"Hey, watch it... You might dent my new baby," Sango joked.
Shopping. Women's favorite past-time. Sango and Ayame of course enjoyed partaking in it as well. They went in and out of stores, a new bag in their hands each time. The stopped outside one store and peered through the window. Inside it on display was a new platinum gold watch.
"Oh, wow! Miroku wanted this," Sango gasped as her hazel eyes glittered.
"Then buy it, Sango! He'll love it!" Ayame squealed.
Sango admired the watch in her palm.
"I love it, and I know Miroku will, too!"
A black figure came and snatched the watch from the startled teenager's hand.
"HEY! GIVE THAT BACK! Here, hold this for me, Ayame. Thanks... COME BACK HERE!"
Sango took off after the shadowed figure, cutting through the crowed. She saw it going in the elevator to the top floor, and smirked. She ran up the stairs, skipping a step or two, and reached the top. She saw outside the elevator door.
DING.
"Hello. Now give my watch back to me,"
Sango reached for the man's hand. Instead, he grabbed hold of her wrist with a strong grip.
"Let go of my wrist, you ass."
The man tried to twist her wrist around and Sango grit her teeth in pain. She saw a tiny figure of Ayame at the bottom. She instead kicked the man in the leg and pushed him over the railing, grabbing her watch before he fell down...
...
SPLASH!
The man landed in the fountain and police officers circled him, handcuffing him. They drove him off in a police car to the city jail.
"Sango!" Ayame cried, hugging Sango who just reached the bottom floor.
"So I got in the paper—'Teenager Fends Off Convict'. I like it." Sango admired the headlines.
"Hey, check this out: Local town's girl Sango Takemira defends herself from the wanted convict, Gatchiemk, who tried to steal an expensive item from her. Sango, do you know what this means?" Ayame exclaimed.
"What," Sango questioned as she finger-combed her hair.
"You're, well, like, a hero! And, like, everyone at school is gonna be, like, wow! Especially those punks Hiten and Manten!"
"...I never thought about that... Oh, hold on. Let me call Miroku so I can bring his present. Hold on a sec,"
Sango left the room and dialed her boyfriend's number on the phone hanging from the wall.
"Bye, Sango! Thanks!" Miroku waved as Sango left his house.
"You're welcome! Love you and ciao!" With that, Sango drove back to her home with Ayame, who was sleeping over.
That night, Sango and Ayame lay awake, talking about typical stuff—clothes, guys, shopping and "important" accessories, and what happened earlier at the mall.
"Miaw?"
Sango looked down and saw her cat, Kilala, who had a cream-vanilla coat with black stripes across her back and tails. She had found Kilala as a stray kitten in the alley behind her house one morning and took her home and fed her, then eventually adopted Kilala. What puzzled Sango though was the second tail her cat had. She shook her head and stroked the cat's back. Sango gasped as she woke up with a cold sweat. She had the same nightmare again...
"Are you okay, Sango?" Ayame asked.
"Y—yeah, yeah...I'm fine... J—just a bad dream..."
