DEPTHS OF THE DAMNED
...Getting Revenge...
Disclaimer: sigh I don't own anything InuYasha-wise.
A/N: Just wanted to remind everyone, this story won't be updated regularly as it normally was BEFORE I got that stupid virus. grumbles I'll try and continue the story the best I can, though. Oh, yeah, I just saw 'I, Robot' and it was so awesome! Anyways, enjoy the chapter.
Miroku closed the car door behind Sango and he walked around the front of the car and stepped inside, closing the door behind himself.
"Sango, are you feeling all right? You look a little pale. And you were really quiet when we were at the hospital..." Miroku queried. He knew that Sango didn't like hospitals, but he could never find out the real reason why. Why did Sango dislike hospitals so much? was the question.
"I don't know. I'm still a little shaken up with that man and whatnot..." Sango sighed as she paused and looked over at the side of Miroku's face. She gathered the courage to continue speaking and tell him what she found out. "Miroku...that...that man back there, the one who jumped me—sort of—well...he was the one that killed..." Sango gulped and tears gathered in her eyes. "Father..." Miroku's face stiffened and the color drained from it quickly. He jumped slightly when Sango punched at the dashboard in front of her.
"How...how could you tell? It was so dark!"
"When your headlights shined on us, I could barely see his face, but I could tell he had a pale, gaunt face. When I was a little girl, I saw the same man shooting Father... I was sitting in the car, and Mother was pregnant with Kohaku..." she sniveled. "I'm surprised I still remember..."
"Sango...I—I'm so sorry... I didn't know..." Sango extended her hand and entwined it around Miroku's arm and buried her face into his sleeve.
"It's all right, Miroku, there was nothing to prevent it..."
Neither Miroku nor Sango spoke for the rest of the way. Miroku drove by Sango's house quickly so she could feed Kilala, and they drove back to his house. Miroku locked the door behind them and Sango tossed off her jacket, heading straight for the living room. As soon as Sango left, Miroku walked into the kitchen, starving to death. He warmed two bowls of ramen noodles and was about to carry them to the living room, when he rounded the corner...
Kagome disappeared from Sango's side and the chestnut-haired girl lay faint on the carpeted floor.
Miroku had completely forgotten about Kagome. He dropped the ramen containers on the table beside him and he jumped to Sango's side. He tapped Sango's face to awaken her, but she wouldn't budge. Miroku could feel her pulse and was immensely relieved. He splashed cold water on her face as he brought her to the kitchen, and she awoke spluttering and coughing up swallowed water.
"Mi—Miroku, what just happened? That's right...I saw Kagome! She was about to tell me something..." Sango sat there, trying to remember. "...but when she touched me, I—I...fainted."
"Sango, don't worry about it. It's not like it was any different from any other time she came to us." Miroku tried to assure her, but Sango ignored his attempt. Her stomach suddenly growled and Miroku brought her ramen to her, a grin sliding onto his face. She smiled thankfully and ate the noodles hungrily, as if she hadn't tasted food for more than a week. Sango felt famished but as soon as she finished eating, she felt replenished and well-relaxed.
The couple walked over to the living room and flopped down on the couch. It was now 3:05 AM and Sango felt like crashing on the sofa and falling asleep right on the spot. In fact, that's exactly what she did. Miroku, luckily for him, fell asleep on top of her, and neither moved nor awoke until it was well-past noon.
Sango stirred slightly and she batted her lashes. Her vision was hazy for a moment, but it cleared soon enough. She felt a lump on top of her and she craned her head around to see a snoozing Miroku. Her eyes felt warm and heavy and she closed them, not awaking again until a half-hour later. By that time, Miroku was already awake and was upstairs in the shower. Sango rolled over on her side, thankful for the extra weight off her back.
The young woman stood up and nearly toppled to the floor. She had been sleeping in an awkward position and she felt as if her back and her legs wouldn't be enough to support her weight.
'Maybe I could just lay here for the rest of the day...that would be nice...' she thought to herself. Then a mental image of her attacker popped into place and she balled her fists, growling. She would find that man and avenge her father! Sango stood up and limped over to the downstairs bathroom and closed the door behind her. A nice, soothing bath would do the girl some good...
Sango sighed in relaxation as she dried out her hair and pulled on a tee-shirt and shorts. She opened the door and smelled the wonderful scent of fried eggs and sizzling bacon. Hypnotized by the tempting smell, it led a famished Sango into the kitchen. Miroku wasn't in there; he must've left the room to get something else... The bacon was lying on a plate on the kitchen counter, and it was calling the girl's name. Sango inhaled the scent and walked over to it. No, it wouldn't be right to eat while Miroku is out of the room... Sango told herself.
'Just a little bite...' a tiny voice in Sango's head echoed. "Well, one bite would do no harm, I suppose..." With that satisfaction, the young woman reached over and nibbled on the bacon. Oh, Lord, it tasted so good! Sango gulped the whole thing down and licked her lips. Approaching footsteps sounded her ears and she edged away from the bacon.
"So, I see you're up, Sango." He then looked at her face and saw the glazed look in her eyes as she stared at the prepared breakfast. Miroku smirked at her. "Go on ahead,"
"Thank you! I love you!" Sango immediately grabbed for the bacon, but accidentally held Miroku's hand, for he was reaching out for the same piece. "Oh, no, you go ahead and take it, Miroku."
"No, you take it."
"You take it." Sango insisted.
"Okay!" Miroku grinned at her.
After their late, late breakfast, Miroku walked Sango over to her house. It was a hot, humid day, and Sango was thankful for her shorts, although she didn't allow Miroku to walk behind her... He attempted a feel, but received a sharp smack instead. Sango smirked at the young man and he tenderly felt his cheek. Miroku grinned at her sheepishly.
Sango led Miroku up the walkway and fumbled around with the key until it finally unlocked the door. She pushed it open and Kilala came bursting out, causing Sango and the small cat to collapse to the floor. The small feline licked her mistress's face lovingly and Sango scooped her up in her arms and walked over to the empty food bowl.
Kilala purred soundly as the sound of cat food crunching in between her teeth could be heard. Sango couldn't help but laugh at her cat's ways. The girl then walked over to the window and looked out at the streets. She would have to find that man and make him pay his price. She wouldn't just stand around with the knowledge that the man who killed her father and almost killed her was running around freely. Sango finally decided. She would leave the house. Tonight. And she would go alone, or, at least, make it seem as if she was alone...
"InuYasha, please! Just do this for me! I never ask you for favors! So will you do this for me? Just this once?" A pleading Sango begged the hanyou as she stared him in the eye. "Why won't you?? You're never one to turn up an opportunity such as this! So what makes you do that now? I've told you already, he's the one that killed my..." she broke off and turned her head sharply to the side as she unwillingly relived the horrible memory. A tear longed to break loose and roll down her softly curved cheek. Sango's eyes now watered threateningly. InuYasha scowled and crossed his arms.
"Fine, Sango, I'll help you out. But just this once, okay? ...You can stop crying now!" the stubborn hanyou sighed.
"I'm—not—crying..." Sango sniveled. "I just got something in my eye...that's all."
So it was settled. At eleven o' clock sharp, InuYasha and Sango would come down that dark street and face that man. If he gave any trouble to Sango, InuYasha could just jump in and help her out. Miroku had gone home a long time ago, and the grandfather clock in the hallway now read a quarter to eleven. Sango itched to just get out and to get this thing over with. She was not one wanting to have to wait.
Finally, five to eleven, Sango opened the door and closed it behind her as she walked down her sidewalk. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a snowy-white haired teenage boy come strolling over to her. The young woman couldn't help but smile. She wanted to say thank you, but it seemed she couldn't get any sound to come from her throat... It was cold out now, pitch black, and the only lights were from the lamp posts lining the streets. As the two walked over to the dark street, they found that there were many lamp posts, and all but one burned out. It was then at that moment Sango's mind wandered back to yesterday. She began to think about how this murderer's men could be able to see in the dark, but not her. Were they not from this world? Demons, maybe like InuYasha, only he was half-demon... Sango would never know. All of a sudden, she felt InuYasha's hand move out to the side and it stopped her.
"What...?" she asked questioningly and she followed his lost gaze. Down in the distance, she saw a scrawny man lurking in the shadows. She was lucky for that one lamp post that shone, although it was quite dim. InuYasha then moved his arm back to his side and he led her down the alley. "Wait, InuYasha, I don't want him to think you're with me. The attack of surprise. So, don't worry, you can help, too, but just wait a moment. And, I wanted to say, thanks...for helping me out." She whispered as she left his side and stepped into the light. "Hey! You!"
The tall man with the pale, gaunt face turned to look at her, and a smile came flickering onto his face.
"Yeh came back for more, did yeh?" he grinned mischievously.
"You killed my father! Sixteen years ago, my father was murdered, and you were the one that caused his death! I will not let you go, not with that knowledge. Never..."
Back behind Sango, InuYasha hid in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment. His ears perked up and he looked behind him. Sure enough, lurking in the darkness around him, three pairs of eyes turned to peer at him. InuYasha grinned and before the trio of half-demons could attack the well-prepared hanyou, he had slashed at them with his claws and they could not yell out a scream. Luckily for InuYasha, and Sango, the leader of the group had not noticed his fallen comrades. His eyes lay transfixed on Sango's for a long time. InuYasha itched for more action, but he would have to wait.
"You killed my father!" Sango cried as she leapt at him and punched him in the chest.
"Yeh can't keep a grudge on a person for the rest of yer life, yeh know!" the man choked, lost of breath. For a middle-aged man, he was not in the prime of his life, no, he tired too easily. Or...did he do that only to catch Sango off-guard...?
"Tell me. What's your name? I want to know the name of my opponent, before he's lost to the Underworld!"
"Bunjiro." The man replied. "Although, you will not beat me. No one has, and they never will..."
"Keh, you wish." The man leapt at Sango and she easily dodged, spinning around and kicking him in the back of the legs; he collapsed and hit the hard asphalt. He wiped a hand over his mouth and jumped up again. InuYasha sighed, bored, and stared at the fight HE could be in right now, but noooooo. He just had to sit in the sidelines! He crossed his arms and leaned against the fence.
InuYasha's head snapped up as he heard Sango screaming out in pain and saw that the man had her in a headlock. Immediately, InuYasha pounced in and grabbed the man around the hips and threw him through the air. Sango fell to the ground, lost of air, and she looked up gratefully for InuYasha's rescuing her. She moved her lips, saying thank you, and InuYasha grinned and nodded as he made a final slash at the demon (He's a demon that looks like a man. Man. Demon. Same thing. Sorry, I never said it before, but this dude IS a demon...that looks like a man.) before standing still over his kill. He stuck out his foot and nudged the still body, and, satisfied, walked over to Sango and she collapsed onto him. The hanyou, proud of his skills, hoisted the tired girl up, and ran down the street until they could be seen no longer in the darkness, until they finally came to Sango's house.
Sango slumped inside her house after she said goodbye to her hanyou friend, and slunk up the staircase. The exhausted young woman didn't bother to even change and she fell on her bed, almost instantly asleep. Before sleep overcame her, her lips moved and the five words escaped: "Father, I have avenged you..." Sango slept peacefully that night.
