Chapter 13 –Bonds and Vengence-

"Houshi-Sama?" Sango whispered. Her eyes cracked open as she looked up. Her face was nestled into the chest of Miroku. Making her wonder. What had been a dream? What hadn't?

She got a sudden flash of memory, Miroku thrusting through her hymen, her screaming out in pain. And yet when she looked at the houshi holding her into her chest, she knew that it had just been a dream. She then remembered him rushing into her room, holding her close until she cried herself to sleep in his very arms.

"Miroku." She whispered, before relaxing back into his grasp, delving deeper into his warmth. How she loved this feeling.

It was a new feeling. Sango had never woken in someones arms before, it had in fact been rather strange. Yet she immensly enjoyed the warmth, and the feeling of his arms around her waste. Holding her against him. His warmth leaking through to her.

"Sango-sama?"

His voice was so quiet, and groggy, he was obvious just awakening. "Yes?" She whispered in reply. Miroku made no other comment, hugging her close as he sat up slowly in the bed, taking Sango with him so that she was sitting in his lap by the time that they were both up. She sat in his lap, grinning as he pressed her forehead with a kiss. "Good-morning." He said with a grin, before kissing her forehead yet again.

Sango smiled, kissing his cheek as well. His head turned as he moved to speak to her, just as she was about to kiss him yet again. Their lips met for a moment before Sango jolted away. Slightly startled at the strange feeling.

After all the shared, she relized, they hadn't actually kissed much yet. She hadn't given herself to him in that way yet, which was slightly strange...seeing as he had already been in her pants several times. He had probably kissed pretty much every body part on her, and the one time in the truck. Although they had been both taken over by passions grasp by that time. She hadn't actually kissed him when she had been in the right state of mind.

Rescue strawberry didn't really count.

Miroku seemed to be slightly worried about Sango, as she sat upon him gazing at his chest for a long period of time. The silence stretching on, until Miroku finally spoke up. "You okay Sango?" He asked her, a little warily.

Sango looked up, jolting out of her reverie at the sound of his voice. "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine houshi-sama." She whispered. Miroku only frowned slightly, before lifting her chin with his finger tips, looking her in the eye.

"Last night...You were screaming." He informed her gently. Sango sighed, bowing her head into his grasp as she closed her eyes. "What did you dream? Why were you so upset?"

Sango opened her mouth to speak. Did she want to tell him that dream? Really, if he knew that she still didn't trust him, or herself with him. It wouldn't say much for the way that she appreciated him. She couldn't hurt him like that.

"I have the same one, over and over." She finally said, very quietly. She was then, thinking of another dream.

The bell was ringing. Dammit, why wasn't it stopping? Her parents were supposed to be home, but maybe they had forgotten the key?

Sango sighed, pulling herself from the mirror where she had been brushing her teeth, spitting out the minty suds before rincing her mouth quickly, spitting out into the sink. "Coming!" She called.

But by the time she had made it to the doorway, the bell had stoped. And she felt something so different, an aura. An evil one to. She quickly looked about her, as suddenly a picture on the wall crashed to the ground. The glass shattering into millions of people, hitting up against her slipered feet.

Sango's eyes widened as she moved away from the wall, although when she looked around, she could see nothing.

Except a shadow. Slowly, it spread. Until finally a blast of a horrid smell filled Sango's nose. She gasped out, putting one hand to her nose as she reached for the knob of the door. A voice entering the home.

"Your parents paid. You will to. Your time is coming soon."

Sango had been so confused by the words, but before they had even settled into her brain, everything returned to normal. The only thing showing that it had not been a dream, was the shattered glass, and a piece of paper. She gaped at it for a moment, before picking up the yellowed sheet. The same words she had heard.

Your parents paid. You will to. Your time is coming soon.

It fluttered from her hands as she looked towards the door. Her parents had paid?

The single thought had rushed through her head, as she carefully opened the front door. Gasping out at the sight she saw.

Her parents bloodied bodies. Her mothers face was greusomly deformed with cuts and a scrape. A hole where her heart had once been, her body mutilated terribly.

And beside her, her father as well. The same had been done to him. In his hand, a single slip of glossy white paper in his hand. Sango stared at the bloodied mess, bile rising in her throat.

Her parents.

And on the paper between the cold fingers of her now dead father. A picture of Kohaku, wielding a knife over his father, his mother already dead. And a single, white fur covered figure in the background. Red eyes glinting.

A single word. Naraku.

A single tear rolled down Sango's cheek as the dream invaded her thoughts once more, as she pulled away from Miroku. Sitting at the far end of the bed as she hugged herself. Deep in thougth, and sadness.

"I'm sorry Sango, I didn't mean to upset you. Obviously you've gone through hard things, and I don't expect you to tell me." Miroku sighed. Sango couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"You want me to tell you?" She finally asked, the acusation had been rather obvious, although she knew that Miroku had made it such. A small grin appearing on his face, as a very weak smile appeared on her own.

"Yes. Sango, I want to be able to help you, but I can't if I don't know what I'm dealing with." He finally muttered.

Sango sighed, bowing her head as she looked at her knees darkly. "You'd be bored." She finally sighed. Miroku shook his head, flipping over the bed he sat beside her, although he only looked at her. Waiting for her to cave.

"No I wouldn't." He said finally as Sango sighed again. "Tell me."

She looked at him for a moment, trying to gauge his expression, although all she could read was sincere worry for her. "My parents killed, by a demon." She finally whispered. "I was the one who found them."

Miroku's attire instantly softened. "I would say I'm sorry, but a simple word can't really help, can it?" Sango shook her head in agreement, sighing as she continued.

"But...It wasn't that easy." She whispered. "The demon used my brother...to kill them." She finally cast out, another tear rolling down her cheek unchecked. Miroku closed his own eyes for a moment. "Kohaku?" Sango nodded.

Miroku sighed again, before moving closer to her, taking her in his arms, although she only sat there stifly. "He doesn't remember though. He didn't remember anything before that point. He thinks that we were orphans, that we never had parents live with us before." Her fingers turned into fists as she sniffed loudly. While it hurt her to repeat this, it also helped her. She had never told this to anyone. It felt somewhat good to get it off her chest.

Miroku carefully stroked Sango's silky locks, listening to her speak. He knew how hard it was for her, he himself had gone through the same type of thing. Although he had never had a brother turn on his own parents before.

"Perhaps it's better for him, that he doesn't know." He whispered, Sango nodded. "Someday, I'll have to tell him though." She whispered, "I'm not going to let my parents death, and my brothers pain go unavenged." She said firmly. Miroku nodded.

"What do you know about this demon?" He asked softly, searching Sango for the answers on her face. She bowed her head. "I only know a name. Naraku."

At the sound of the name, Miroku stiffened, his eyes shuttering over. "That bastard? Don't tell me that you have a bone to pick with him too." He snarled. Sango looked up at the monk whos arms she was occupying. A strange look had come over him, one of utter hatred. Something that she had never seen Miroku generate before. He didn't seem like one who could.

"Why? What do you mean?" she whispered, slightly confused. Miroku bowed his head, as he frowned. "He was the one who gave my grandfather Kazanna, he was the one who turned InuYasha and his old fiancee agaisnt eachother. He was the one who murdered all of Kouga-san's friends, and the one who tried to kill Sesshoumaru's precious girl." He muttered. Sango frowned. Naraku obviously wasn't very many peoples favorites.

"You mean he has ruined other lives?" She whispered softly. Miroku nodded. "Yes, the ones I mention, are only a few. He runs an operation somewhere here in the U.S. He is older then any of us put together. Coming from ancient times, of Japan. Where all our ancestors are from. He was said to be immortal, although many think that it's only a rumor. But as soon as we find him, all of the people who he had hurt, will make him pay the ultamite price." Sango's attention was devoted fully on the houshi as he continued.

"All the members of the Yasha group, have either been hurt by him, are sincerely devoted to the cause, or are seeking revenge for their loved ones and friends." He whispered. "We are more then just a band, we are an organization. All bent on searching out Naraku and killing him." He whispered, before raising his gaze, to look upon Sango.

Sango's eyes widened a moment, as she relized what the houshi had just told her. There were so many people, all one giant group of friends who would find the one she hated most. She wouldn't be left out.

"I want to help then." She whispered, looking up at Miroku. The monk smiled a little, as his gaze softened when he looked at her. 'You already are." He whispered. "You've given me another reason to kill Naraku-bastard." He quitely. Sango nodded a little, although she frowned. She wanted to help kill Naraku herself. She would help the Yasha group fufill it's purpose.

Miroku only looked at her for a moment. "Thank you Sango-sama." He said quitely.

Sango looked at him strangly. Why was he thanking her? He was the one who had told her so much, who had listened to her. Who was helping her so drasticly. "Arigato to you houshi-sama." She whispered firmly.

Although she looked at him again, almoust curiously. "The first time we talked, you told me that the seal you wear is protection to your curse. What is Kazzana?" she questioned softly. Hatchi had told her that it was a hole that sucked things in. But besides that, she had no idea about how he had really gotten it.

Miroku frowned for a moment, before looking at the wraped up hand. "It's a hole, in my palm." He whispered. "It has great power, capable of sucking up everything in it's path. A wind tunnel if you will." He began. "The winds grow stronger, the older I grow, and soon they will overpower me, and my seal. And suck me into the own nothingness of my own hand." He finished sadly.

Sango's eyes widened as she gasped.'"You mean...you will die?" she whispered. Miroku nodded.

"My ancestors, a great line of houshi's have been powerful for all of their time on this earth." He stated. "They became very powerful, during the rise of a certain demon, named Naraku. My ancestor was a great houshi, but like me, had a soft spot for those of the opposite sex." He muttered.

Sango raised an eyebrow. "You mean he was a pervert? Just like you?" she asked with a small smile. Miroku looked at her for a moment, a small grin coming over his features. 'Hai, your quite right." He finally said.

"Naraku, this demon, approached him in the form of a beautiful woman. But before they had gotten close, he attacked. He cut through all of houshi- san's seals, and pierced through his hand, before dissapearing forever."

"The curse I hold, has been passed down, through generation, after generation. And the only way to cure it, is to kill Naraku. Until this happens, it will continue to suck in the bearers body and soul. So unless I find one to bear my children, the entire lineage of my people will be wiped from this earth forever. Just as Naraku had wanted. The most I can do, is try to find him. But the longer I wait, the stronger the winds get. And I know that my time, is fast approaching."

Sango looked at Miroku, her eyes softening considerably. "Houshi-sama..." she whispered, ever so softly. Before putting her arms around his neck. Hugging him for a moment. "I will help you. So that you will live." She whispered into his ear. Miroku smiled, putting his arms around her as he returned the embrace. "I know you will." He whispered.

"And when you are ready, and you want, you can preform the greatest task of all for me as well." He whispered to her, before kissing her ear, laying back as he pulled her down with her.

Sango landed at his side, as he rolled over top of her, looking down upon her. Sango for once, didn't feel threatened, she didn't stiffen, or become aprehensive. She only looked at him with a small smile. "And what task would that be?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Miroku grinned. "Sango. Would you bear my child?" He asked finally. He was so serious, so polite and formal about it, Sango wanted to smile. Although she stopped herself. She knew itt o be such full-time commitment. And what it would entail. Would she do such things with houshi-sama?

She opened her mouth to respond to his question, with an answer that she didn't really know herself. When the door was burt open by a rather irritable hanyou.

InuYasha eyes widened a little, as Miroku looked up, Sango's head bobbing up, as she turned a little under Miroku's weight to see who it was, she blushed immediately when she caught InuYasha's curious glance.

"Erm...If this is a bad time...don't let me interupt..." the hanyou said finally, he had to tell Miroku to get his ass up and get down to the studio. Kouga had been crying out for the vocals to get down with the latest song, and the newest beat from his drummer Hatchimon. But even the wolf demon was used to Miroku's usual excuse.

The houshi only grinned up at InuYasha, then back down at Sango as he rolled off her. Helping her sit up. "Not at all, we were just discussing." He said with a small, ever so innocent smile.

InuYasha raised an eyebrow. "Okay then....Your precense is requested down at the studio. Their all calling for your vocals." InuYasha muttered. Miroku only sighed. "Can't they use Sessho-" He was cut off immediately.

"Sesshoumaru is still sun bathing in flordia. The jackass...he's to high and mighty to get his but back here. I'm going to have to fly down and beat his ass up before he gets his mind into gear." The hanyou exclaimed angriy. Miroku grinned.

"Aw...Would you really do that to your dear ol' brother?" He asked with a small snicerk. Sango frowned. Sesshoumaru and InuYasha were related?

"Your damn right I would." InuYasha said haughtily, crossing his arms. Miroku only shook his head with a smile. Before looking back at Sango.

'"I guess I'm booked..." the houshi sighed. "You working today?" He questioned. Sango shook her head no. "Kohaku canceled work for me for the next week or so. Said I needed a break." She sighed.

Miroku grinned. "He's right. You do. Your welcome to come down you know. You have your reasons as well. InuYasha could fill you in on what's going on." He said finally. InuYasha frowned, looking to Sango, then to Miroku. Obviously confused.

"I'll explain later." Miroku told him, reassurence to the easily irritable half-demon.

Sango pondered for a moment, "I guess Kohaku and Hatchimon could be okay." She said quietly. "I'm sure that it's a pretty good idea." She finally said.

Miroku grinned. "Great."