Disclaimer: Do we actually have to write these? Everybody knows that we poor authors are too stuck in our fantasy worlds to own anything. The song here is 'Dream A Dream', as sung by Charlotte Church and Billy Gilman.
Chapter two, for all you who requested it.
The only thoughts roaring throught their heads were indecipherable. Sad, scared babble that ripped through the night and into the hearts of many a demon. The humans ran for cover. But there was no protection from this ultimate Evil, this living Hell personified. Naraku came.
Sango's mind screamed that what they were doing was suicide, that they would never make it away from this battlefield alive. She silenced it with the thought that if they didn't even try, they condemned the world to death.
Looking out across the forest canopy, Kilala hovering beneath her and Miroku at her back, Sango laced her fingers even more tightly into the lush fur that sat under her. The giant feline rumbled faintly, sensing the tension and outright fear that diluted the air.
The moon hung listlessly above the wide forest, and the night air was stagnant and heavy, thick with heat and sweat and waiting bodies.
When the night is still
The waiting ears caught the faintest whirring of millions of wings, coming from over the silent sea. Ripples spread across its surface, combing through the water to touch on the beach near the bases of the tree roots.
And the sea is calm
A darkness smudged the horizon. There were shadows in the night, shadows that danced but would give no solidity to fantasies about the danger that lurked. The moon sat, and the shadows danced about where the old celestial body could not reach them. They prodded thieves in the night, and danced at the edges of Sango's vision, fraying her nerves and making her twitch.
Lonely shadow, you fall upon me
There were thousands of voices in the dark, each projecting its own version of what was to come. Sango shifted, feeling the cold air rush in to touch her back where sweat had dampened her clothes. She shivered, feeling the approach of many youki, each stronger than the next.
Miroku laid a hand, his good hand, on her shoulder, steadying her lest the taiji-ya fall off. She reached around and grasped his bound hand, thumbing the beads and clutching the hand to her heart. She turned slightly and smiled, tried to, failed. Her eyes stung, and she slowly faced front again. Miroku's eyes would not smile, not even for her.
The night couldn't end fast enough.
Dawn will be kind
The moon held plenty of light to see by, but the frolicking shades posed a problem. They seemed to beckon the oncoming energy, the enemy who declared it all or nothing. The wraiths of the night were enemy to them, and she would never forgive them if they proved to be their downfall.
All will be bright
Sango sucked in a breath as forms disintegrated from the former mass of dark. There were tails and wings and claws and teeth. Each lashed, swung, gnashed and flashed as they saw fit, proclaiming their arrival and the certainty that they would be the victors this night.
Dream a dream
She closed her eyes, wishing to high heaven that her InuYasha and Kagome would be okay on the ground and that Miroku would be healed. Her life hung in the balance, but she gave it not so much as a whisper of care. Her thoughts were on her friends.
And see through angels' eyes
Kilala shifted in midair, betraying her calm façade with restless bloodlust for the ones who caused her family so much pain. The cat's breath hitched ferociously, resulting in a lusty growl that emanated from the depths of her body. Her feet began to fan their flames, and she readied for flight.
A place where we can fly away
Naraku's voice bellowed from within the roiling masses of dumb demonspawn. "Who has come to fight? Simply this woman and the maimed man? InuYasha, show yourself!"
Sango and Miroku grasped each other's hands as Kilala surged forward. The forest quivered beneath them, but calmed. Sando shouted, "If I am a mere woman, then why have you not killed me yet?"
Ride with me upon a shining star
Her hand raised, Hiraikotsu at the ready, and began to whirl. Her arm stiffened and her hand opened sharply, releasing the instrument to career at the nearest hundred demons. They incinerated immediately -- but just as soon two hundred more took their place.
The hellspawn hanyou shifted toward the front of his vanguard, ruby eyes glowing malevolently. "Why? Why? You dare to ask me that? If I have not, it is simply because you have never posed an extreme problem." His face slid into a smug smirk.
Sango smirked right back. "And what of InuYasha? He is a great threat to you, and yet you haven't been able to . . . dispose of him yet. I think you're just afraid of stepping away from your bodyguards and facing us bravely, as InuYasha does."
Above the moonlit sky
His eyes narrowed. Sango nodded slowly. "Yes, Naraku, you have been outdone." His laughter meant little to her. Her face glowed with anticipation of the night.
Well, I hope that if I get a few more reviews I can be bothered to write a bit more, but don;t you hate cliffies? This is one of the forst cliffhangers I've ever written, and I must say, it is my best. I like it.
. . . Don't kill me.