Hello all my readers. How are we all on this wonderful Friday? Good, I
hope. Well, I don't want to bore you with my day, so I will get down to
what you want to hear: the story. This chapter will revolve around Sango
and is the last dream chapter. The next we will catch up with a character
that we haven't heard hardly anything from for quite a few chapters. And...
No one has even asked about this character ::lol:: oh well. N e way, this
one will resemble an episode of 'Inu Yasha' but I didn't mean for it to.
So, enough rambling and onto the last of the effects of Dereamu's attack.
Chapter Seventeen: Brother
The soft blanket surrounded her. Something firm lay against her back. Sango opened her eyes, only to regret it instantly. The sun was coming in through the uncovered window and shining directly onto her face. Her eyelids drooped, still heavy with sleep. She shifted on her bed, only to be stopped by a voice.
"Awake, are you?" he laughed lightly and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Well, I'm not ready to wake up yet."
Sango nearly jumped in surprise at his voice. Miroku and she were in a bed, together, in a hut, together... she smirked and leaned into his embrace when she felt her face heat up. She could feel his skin against hers... she was naked. Sango then decided it was time to get up. She grabbed the top of the blanket and held it to her chest, sitting up in the process. Her black hair cascaded down her back in long, silky strands.
"Come on, Miroku," she said, turning her back to him and dropping the blanket. "Time to get up." She stood, letting the warm air greet her form. She walked across the room where she spotted her clothes in a pile beside Miroku's robes. Sango had just reached the outfits when she felt two strong arms circle around her waist, drawing her closer to her husband.
"Not even a good morning kiss?" he asked into her hair. Her shoulders shook with silent laughter as she turned in his hold. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. The sound of an all too familiar voice stopped both of them.
"Oi! You two are awake now, let's go!" Inu Yasha's voice carried into their hut. Both laughed lightly and dressed. Miroku left before Sango did, leaving her to strap on Hiraikotsu.
She moved the wooden flap over the door and joined her friends outside. They were going on a journey today. Keade had heard of a new herb growing near one of the sister villages that could heal complex diseases. The group was designated to retrieve samples of the herb for Keade to test. The breeze was gentle and comfortable as the team headed south. Shippo stood along-side Inu Yasha, coming up to about his mid thigh. 'When had he gotten so tall?' Sango thought to herself.
Sango stood beside Kagome and Miroku, who were both chattering with her like they hadn't seen each other in days. Both Kagome and Miroku were talking about different battles that had occurred at the village they all lived in. As Sango listened in, she seemed to have no recollection of any of the events they conversed about.
The sun was hidden behind dark clouds that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. A light shadow was cast over the team. Kirara growled at Sango's side and transformed to her large form. Sango patted her head as she watched the sky. She hardly noticed the fog that was beginning to mystify around them. She didn't sense something wrong till it was too late.
She heard the grunt coming from the man at her side. When she looked, his eyes were wide and emotionless; lifeless. At the base of Miroku's neck was a thick line of blood, oozing down onto the dark cloth of his houshi's robes. She gasped. The dark red fluid splattered against her as the blade of an all too familiar weapon slashed through his chest. The cloth was ripped to pieces and stained, no drenched, with an unending supply of the houshi's 'holy' blood. Tears started falling down Sango's cheeks as Miroku fell to the ground, motionless and bleeding. She didn't even get the chance to tell him she loved him one last time. The whole thing had happened so fast, Miroku hadn't even time to take one last breath. She knew the culprit, even before she started to face the front.
Time seemed to slow as she followed the chained blade being pulled to its owner's hand. He caught the deadly weapon with ease just over his head. His blank red eyes looked at her through his long bangs. His tight, black slayers outfit hugged his childlike form as he stood before them all. Inu Yasha gripped Tetsusaiga and, just as he was about to pull the sword from its scabbard, stopped. Kagome's scream was the only thing that seemed anywhere close to reality as far as Sango was concerned.
Kohaku's weapon was flung at the hanyou. The shrill screech from the schoolgirl erupted through the group as the blade came into contact with Inu Yasha's skull. A crunching sound was heard when the tip broke through the bone between each of his eyes. The drops of blood that trailed down his nose dripped off the tip and onto the cold ground. But there was still force in the blade, so it didn't just break the skin on Inu Yasha's face and hit bone. Nearly half the weapon was in before it stopped; it protruded through the back of his head. The crimson color stained his long silver hair. Kohaku pulled on the chain and brought it back toward himself. Sango watched as Inu Yasha turned toward her and Kagome. Sango was too stunned to move to either Miroku or Inu Yasha.
As Inu Yasha's gleamless eyes landed on his mate, Kagome rushed toward him. The taijiya looked on as both embraced each other. She saw the glistening of the tears that spilled from the hanyou's auburn orbs. Kagome was sobbing loudly into his haori and shaking her head back and forth as Inu Yasha's face began to drastically pale and his eyes drooped. He sent a last look toward Sango. She nearly broke down completely at the pain and suffering they held. The one thing that stood out from them was hope. She heard him speak to her.
"Watch over Kagome," he said. More tears started flowing from her dark eyes.
She had lost the one man she could ever love and a strong companion in a matter of moments. All was done by her younger brother. The endless tears continued to flow, her cheeks raw from them. She heard Kagome wail out loud as Inu Yasha fell backwards, whispering with his last breath, 'I love you.'
She didn't want to be here. This was not supposed to happen. Kagome was supposed to live happily ever after with Inu Yasha, as was she with Miroku. Sango's gaze went to Kohaku. She watched as the lowered blade dripped with blood, creating a pool underneath it. She looked over to Miroku, whose eyes were still open and lifeless. His blood stained the ground around him in a deep puddle. Just ahead of her was Kagome, Inu Yasha in her lap, rocking back and forth gently. Kagome's tears fell onto his cold dead face.
Sango was quickly developing a hatred for the young lad who had done this. She was starting to hate her own brother. 'No, he is not my brother, he is a puppet controlled by Naraku. And he needs to be taken care of.' Kagome's voice rang through her sobs.
"Go on, Kohaku. Kill me too. You've killed what I had to live for, so jut KILL ME TOO!!" she screamed at the boy through the cracks in her voice. Kagome stretched her arms out to either side of her and stared at the boy as he raised the blade. Kagome whispered she loved the hanyou in her lap just before the sound of chains filled the air. The weapon had been thrust at her and into her chest, just where her heart was.
"NO!!" Sango said, finally getting over all that had happened in the last minute. This whole scene seemed to drag on, but it had only in all reality, been but a few moments. Sango drew her katana and ran at Kohaku.
She had pinned him to the ground, her katana raised in her hand, the point on his chest. Her tears spilled onto his freckled cheeks. 'Why?' she thought. 'Why has this happened? I love them all, so why have they ended up dead?' Sango looked into her brother's cold blank red eyes, as he seemed to stare back at her. Her own eyes widened. 'Kohaku... he's the reason why. I've always loved my little brother, even as he is under Naraku's control. As long as I still hold him in my heart, I cannot truly fight against Naraku or even live my life. Kohaku's well being will always be on my mind, for Naraku can at any time take the shard from his back. I have to stop this now. There is no way for me to save him. Just as there is no way for my friends and husband to return.'
"Goodbye Kohaku," she whispered, digging her sword into his flesh. She stood from her position and pulled the katana from her younger brother's body, his blood dripping from it. She made her way wearily over to Miroku. Sango straddled his waist, wrapping her arms around him in one last hug. His blood stained her cheek. "Since you are dead, there is no point in my life." She raised her face to his and planted her lips on his cold ones, crying harder than ever. Sobs came loudly from her throat as she sat up, gripping the hilt of the sword. She placed in right on her heart. "Goodbye," she whispered.
END CHAPTER
Lots of gore and blood in that one. Sorry if I grossed some of ya out. Just like Kikyo, I don't have a personal problem with Kohaku. But Sango had to realize that her brother couldn't be saved from the clutches of Naraku. That was what this whole dream was about. Hope you all will review for this chapter. And, I guess I hope you are satisfied with this last dream chapter. Next chapter we get back to reality and all that jazzy stuff.
Inu Face
So, enough rambling and onto the last of the effects of Dereamu's attack.
Chapter Seventeen: Brother
The soft blanket surrounded her. Something firm lay against her back. Sango opened her eyes, only to regret it instantly. The sun was coming in through the uncovered window and shining directly onto her face. Her eyelids drooped, still heavy with sleep. She shifted on her bed, only to be stopped by a voice.
"Awake, are you?" he laughed lightly and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Well, I'm not ready to wake up yet."
Sango nearly jumped in surprise at his voice. Miroku and she were in a bed, together, in a hut, together... she smirked and leaned into his embrace when she felt her face heat up. She could feel his skin against hers... she was naked. Sango then decided it was time to get up. She grabbed the top of the blanket and held it to her chest, sitting up in the process. Her black hair cascaded down her back in long, silky strands.
"Come on, Miroku," she said, turning her back to him and dropping the blanket. "Time to get up." She stood, letting the warm air greet her form. She walked across the room where she spotted her clothes in a pile beside Miroku's robes. Sango had just reached the outfits when she felt two strong arms circle around her waist, drawing her closer to her husband.
"Not even a good morning kiss?" he asked into her hair. Her shoulders shook with silent laughter as she turned in his hold. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. The sound of an all too familiar voice stopped both of them.
"Oi! You two are awake now, let's go!" Inu Yasha's voice carried into their hut. Both laughed lightly and dressed. Miroku left before Sango did, leaving her to strap on Hiraikotsu.
She moved the wooden flap over the door and joined her friends outside. They were going on a journey today. Keade had heard of a new herb growing near one of the sister villages that could heal complex diseases. The group was designated to retrieve samples of the herb for Keade to test. The breeze was gentle and comfortable as the team headed south. Shippo stood along-side Inu Yasha, coming up to about his mid thigh. 'When had he gotten so tall?' Sango thought to herself.
Sango stood beside Kagome and Miroku, who were both chattering with her like they hadn't seen each other in days. Both Kagome and Miroku were talking about different battles that had occurred at the village they all lived in. As Sango listened in, she seemed to have no recollection of any of the events they conversed about.
The sun was hidden behind dark clouds that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. A light shadow was cast over the team. Kirara growled at Sango's side and transformed to her large form. Sango patted her head as she watched the sky. She hardly noticed the fog that was beginning to mystify around them. She didn't sense something wrong till it was too late.
She heard the grunt coming from the man at her side. When she looked, his eyes were wide and emotionless; lifeless. At the base of Miroku's neck was a thick line of blood, oozing down onto the dark cloth of his houshi's robes. She gasped. The dark red fluid splattered against her as the blade of an all too familiar weapon slashed through his chest. The cloth was ripped to pieces and stained, no drenched, with an unending supply of the houshi's 'holy' blood. Tears started falling down Sango's cheeks as Miroku fell to the ground, motionless and bleeding. She didn't even get the chance to tell him she loved him one last time. The whole thing had happened so fast, Miroku hadn't even time to take one last breath. She knew the culprit, even before she started to face the front.
Time seemed to slow as she followed the chained blade being pulled to its owner's hand. He caught the deadly weapon with ease just over his head. His blank red eyes looked at her through his long bangs. His tight, black slayers outfit hugged his childlike form as he stood before them all. Inu Yasha gripped Tetsusaiga and, just as he was about to pull the sword from its scabbard, stopped. Kagome's scream was the only thing that seemed anywhere close to reality as far as Sango was concerned.
Kohaku's weapon was flung at the hanyou. The shrill screech from the schoolgirl erupted through the group as the blade came into contact with Inu Yasha's skull. A crunching sound was heard when the tip broke through the bone between each of his eyes. The drops of blood that trailed down his nose dripped off the tip and onto the cold ground. But there was still force in the blade, so it didn't just break the skin on Inu Yasha's face and hit bone. Nearly half the weapon was in before it stopped; it protruded through the back of his head. The crimson color stained his long silver hair. Kohaku pulled on the chain and brought it back toward himself. Sango watched as Inu Yasha turned toward her and Kagome. Sango was too stunned to move to either Miroku or Inu Yasha.
As Inu Yasha's gleamless eyes landed on his mate, Kagome rushed toward him. The taijiya looked on as both embraced each other. She saw the glistening of the tears that spilled from the hanyou's auburn orbs. Kagome was sobbing loudly into his haori and shaking her head back and forth as Inu Yasha's face began to drastically pale and his eyes drooped. He sent a last look toward Sango. She nearly broke down completely at the pain and suffering they held. The one thing that stood out from them was hope. She heard him speak to her.
"Watch over Kagome," he said. More tears started flowing from her dark eyes.
She had lost the one man she could ever love and a strong companion in a matter of moments. All was done by her younger brother. The endless tears continued to flow, her cheeks raw from them. She heard Kagome wail out loud as Inu Yasha fell backwards, whispering with his last breath, 'I love you.'
She didn't want to be here. This was not supposed to happen. Kagome was supposed to live happily ever after with Inu Yasha, as was she with Miroku. Sango's gaze went to Kohaku. She watched as the lowered blade dripped with blood, creating a pool underneath it. She looked over to Miroku, whose eyes were still open and lifeless. His blood stained the ground around him in a deep puddle. Just ahead of her was Kagome, Inu Yasha in her lap, rocking back and forth gently. Kagome's tears fell onto his cold dead face.
Sango was quickly developing a hatred for the young lad who had done this. She was starting to hate her own brother. 'No, he is not my brother, he is a puppet controlled by Naraku. And he needs to be taken care of.' Kagome's voice rang through her sobs.
"Go on, Kohaku. Kill me too. You've killed what I had to live for, so jut KILL ME TOO!!" she screamed at the boy through the cracks in her voice. Kagome stretched her arms out to either side of her and stared at the boy as he raised the blade. Kagome whispered she loved the hanyou in her lap just before the sound of chains filled the air. The weapon had been thrust at her and into her chest, just where her heart was.
"NO!!" Sango said, finally getting over all that had happened in the last minute. This whole scene seemed to drag on, but it had only in all reality, been but a few moments. Sango drew her katana and ran at Kohaku.
She had pinned him to the ground, her katana raised in her hand, the point on his chest. Her tears spilled onto his freckled cheeks. 'Why?' she thought. 'Why has this happened? I love them all, so why have they ended up dead?' Sango looked into her brother's cold blank red eyes, as he seemed to stare back at her. Her own eyes widened. 'Kohaku... he's the reason why. I've always loved my little brother, even as he is under Naraku's control. As long as I still hold him in my heart, I cannot truly fight against Naraku or even live my life. Kohaku's well being will always be on my mind, for Naraku can at any time take the shard from his back. I have to stop this now. There is no way for me to save him. Just as there is no way for my friends and husband to return.'
"Goodbye Kohaku," she whispered, digging her sword into his flesh. She stood from her position and pulled the katana from her younger brother's body, his blood dripping from it. She made her way wearily over to Miroku. Sango straddled his waist, wrapping her arms around him in one last hug. His blood stained her cheek. "Since you are dead, there is no point in my life." She raised her face to his and planted her lips on his cold ones, crying harder than ever. Sobs came loudly from her throat as she sat up, gripping the hilt of the sword. She placed in right on her heart. "Goodbye," she whispered.
END CHAPTER
Lots of gore and blood in that one. Sorry if I grossed some of ya out. Just like Kikyo, I don't have a personal problem with Kohaku. But Sango had to realize that her brother couldn't be saved from the clutches of Naraku. That was what this whole dream was about. Hope you all will review for this chapter. And, I guess I hope you are satisfied with this last dream chapter. Next chapter we get back to reality and all that jazzy stuff.
Inu Face