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I'm baaaaaack! Happy Halloween to everyone! I'm going to the Stratford festival tomorrow, so I thought that I'd better finish this up whip-dee-doo-da-day real quick! My muse has returned and I think I finally have a definite plot line and end for this story, sad as I am to say it. But chapters should al be in before 2004! All thanks to the Evanesance (sp?) CD I bought. All those harsh and really depressing songs… this chapter is especially influenced by this music.

And, of course, all you readers. I've decided to put a one-line shoutout to everyone who reviewed chap 46, all you veterans and newbies. It'll be at the end of the chapter. Hey, guess what?

Guardian Angel is over 1 year old!

Counting from Oct 14, 2002, Guardian Angel was published and started this small but loyal fanbase that is you, my loyal and loving readers. I love you all! Over 800 reviews too! You guys are the greatest!

Well, read the chapter, be amazed (I hope), be shocked and then read your little blurbs. I really, really, really love you!

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Oh, and since it's Halloween week, here, have candy *throws candy in air*

Chapter 47:

 Sister

Sango didn't know how much more she could take, holding onto her arm wound, trying to keep in the blood for the majority of the part, squinting as blood from another cut on her forehead began to trickle in her eye. The tell-tale whish of air warned her as she moved just out of the way, feeling another paper-thin cut slice across her, wincing as this one hit her finger knuckle.

Sucking on the sensitive wound, she glanced over at the shell of her late brother… and at the stoic demon behind him. Naraku stood there, his pale, delicate features emotionless but when he caught Sango's hard glare, he smiled warmly at her. Trying not to show her hatred, probably failing, Sango turned her attention back to the slave that was her brother.

"Kohaku! Please stop this!" She shouted at him as he wrapped the chain of his sickle weapon around his hand, preparing for another throw. "Kohaku!"

The boy stared unblinking and unseeing at her, before throwing the blade at his sister again. Sango dodged and swung recklessly at the chain with her sword, stabbing it through a chain link. Taking the chance, she grabbed the hilt of her sword and drove it as deep into the ground as she could, trapping the boy's weapon. Kohaku tugged at the chain like a broken toy, until he seemed to realize the futility of it. Dropping his chain he looked blankly as his heavily breathing sister.

Trying to catch her breath Sango closed her eyes in pain as she saw her brother unsheathe a sword she hadn't seen, trying to keep up with the hope he had been otherwise weaponless. But of course not. Naraku was behind this and he had planned everything meticulously. She looked over at Miroku, who's coughing had stopped, but that only made her more worried as she watched Shippo frantically doing every bit of magic he knew to try and keep the pale monk alive. He was beginning to bleed from everywhere…

Painfully she stood up and faced her brother, who was walking towards her in no obvious hurry. She noticed his hand was still on the chain, leaving her defenceless unless she decided to allow him the sickle again. She grabbed the sword hilt and pushed it deeper into the ground; no point in Kohaku grabbing that sword and having three weapons against her.

Kohaku didn't even glance at the weapons as he walked passed them, instead stopping before his sister and preparing to strike her.

"Kohaku… please…" Sango said pleadingly as he swung the sword above his head and brought it down on her. She grabbed his arm to stop him, struggling against how strong he was.

Kirrara stepped up, growling and walking forward, even though against her wounds. Shippo turned from tending to Miroku to jump on the thick matted fur of the cat's back, tugging on her ears. "Kirrara! You can't go, it's too dangerous!"

The giant cat growled and shook her head to send the little fox flying off, growling at him to take care of his own task. Setting her sights back on Sango, Kirrara flung herself forward to save her task.

"Kirrara!" Sango cried as her angel knocked her brother to the ground. The boy had no reaction except to swing his sword into the cat's body. Snarling, Kirrara dug her fangs into Kohaku's arm, as Naraku's slave merely switched arms and started slashing at her from the other side.

"Kirrara, stop!" Sango said, running to the giant cat and grabbing her brother's arm to stop the sword from cutting deeper. Kirrara growled at her, dropping Kohaku's arm.

"I know we have to get the shard!" Sango pleaded. "But this is my fight!"

"She's right." Naraku said coldly, snapping his fingers. Vines sprung out of the ground and wrapped around Kirrara's neck, dragging her off of Kohaku and immobilizing her to the ground. Weak from all their encounters and her futile struggles against the vines, Kirrara let out a distressed and transformed to her smaller form, the vines contracting tightly around her still.

"Oh look," Naraku said unpleasantly. "Now you have two lives to save."

Sango was about to reply when her brother twisted his arm, breaking her concentration and balance. Regaining her footing just in time she turned to face Kohaku, only to realize that she was weaponless. She clenched her fists and backed up, trying to figure out how to get past her brother to retrieve her weapon. She didn't have the time to concentrate up another one.

Kohaku charged her, with an upwards slash she avoided but stumbled as she ducked backwards to avoid the blade. Kohaku kept up against her relentlessly as she moved backwards, trying to find an opening when her back met solid stone; she had backed right up to one of the many large boulders dotting the land.

Kohaku made to strike at her again, again from above. Sango grabbed her brother's arms as she tried to fight off the sharp blade coming closer and closer to here face.

"Miroku!" Shippo's scream cut through the air and battle atmosphere and Sango immediately turned her attention to the fox, who was clutching to Miroku's hand… a hand that was semi-transparant.

"No!" Sango flung Kohaku to the ground, immobilizing him for a moment. "Miroku!" She ran up to the monk, who's breathing was completely erratic as his muscles twitched helplessly in his body.

"Sango, nothing's working! I can't help him!" Shippo wailed, wringing his hands as he looked at his dying task. "He's gonna die!"

"No…" Sango put a hand on his forehead, amazed at the utter coldness of his skin, pulling back to see a thin layer of his blood coating her palm. "No… I won't!"

"Sango?" Shippo looked up at the determined girl with a bit of nervousness.

"I won't let him die! He can't, the selfish bastard!" She said, sitting Miroku  up against her, looping her arms through his to keep him from falling. "I won't let him!"

"Sango, wait!" Shippo jumped up, but Sango half-heartedly knocked him aside, tears in her eyes.

"I won't let him." She said quietly, digging her nails into the back of her skin, removing the Shikon shard from her neck and swiftly nearly stabbed it in between Miroku's shoulders. A hot, flashing pain shot through her from where the jewel was, leaving her feeling drained… Suddenly her wounds hurt more, her healed arm began to fail again, her vision went blurry.

"Sango!" Shippo screeched. Sango closed her eyes wearily and opened them again to see Kohaku standing over her, sword raised.

"Well, now see what you've done? You're too weak to fight your brother and even if the Keyjewel shard revives the monk, he'll be too weak to fight us off and I'll just take the jewel piece for myself anyway." Naraku said with a hint of a smile. Sango clenched her fist into the ground. Naraku's cold laughter echoed in her ears as Kohaku brought his sword down.

"No!" She screamed as loud as she could, rolling to both avoid the sword coming down and to catch Kohaku's legs with her own, bringing her brother down.

Breathing heavily she stood up and grabbed Kohaku's sword before he could reach it. The boy gave her a blank look and jumped back to avoid her slash at him, grabbing the other sword that had still been stabbed into the ground. He took a stance, waiting for her next move.

Naraku raised an eyebrow in interest. "Well, you still have fight left in you."

"I'm not letting you take anything back, Naraku." Sango nearly spat. "You've already taken my brother. You're not having anything else." She held the sword in front of her, facing off against the shell that was once her brother.

"Sango!" a familiar, lost voice called out and she looked up to see Kagome, Inu-Yasha, Netsuna and two other demons on a rock outcrop above them. Kagome was being carried piggy-back style by Inu-Yasha, who was looking at the scene with a hard gaze. Kagome's was one of fright.

"Sango! What's going on? What's wrong with Miroku?" She asked worriedly. Inu-Yasha placed Kagome in the arms of a confused Netsuna and drew his sword.

"No." Sango said flatly before the threeblood could transform it. "This is my battle. I can save myself."

"Fuck no, you think I'm gonna just stand here?" Inu-Yasha snarled, but an arm across the chest stopped him and he glared at the wolf solider who had just done the move. The rest of the small army was seated on top of the cliff and were watching the battle with interest.

"What the hell? What are you guys doing up here?" The threeblood sputtered. "You're letting a human girl fight Naraku all by herself?"

"She's not fighting Naraku."

"That's Naraku?!" Kagome gasped, looking at the cold, handsome man smiling heartless back up at them.

"What do you mean she's not fighting Naraku?" Inu-Yasha hissed. The wolf army's appointed speaker shook his head.

"She's fighting her brother. This isn't a fight we wolves get involved in; family is family, corrupt or no."

"You're letting her and Miroku die because of fuckin' principals?"

The speaker  shook his head. "Rules are rules to the wolf pack, no matter what. Besides, she herself acknowledges that this is a war only she can fight. You have to learn respect."

"He's right, ya know." Mizuki butted in, ignoring the glare he received. "She said so 'erself. She's gets knocked out, then we can help and everyone will be 'appy, provided she doesn't die. Besides, shouldn't we, ah, be looking at the white fellow? I mean, I don't' think he's dead but he looks like 'e's going over the edge soon."

"He'll be fine. The girl gave him her shard." Kuro-michi said quietly, watching brother and sister face off.

"What?"

I won't lose, Sango thought grimly. I can't lose. If I lose then Naraku gets the Keyjewel shards and the world will end. I have to kill Naraku. I have to kill Kohaku to be strong.

Images of Kohaku sick and dying as a demon ate away at his soul, unknown to his family. Of Kohaku's funeral. Of  Kohaku returning, but not as Kohaku but a demon wearing his body. Of the way Kohaku stabbed the sword right through her. Of Kohaku screaming as she pushed him into the burning house in her final moments of life. Screaming her name.

She made a face, scrunching up the tears. There must be sacrifices.

She shifted weight to her back leg, preparing to go after her brother. Kohaku sensed her movement and tensed up, but it was too late and Sango knew it. She took the chance and charged forward.

Kohaku avoided her clumsy swing easily and parried with an uppercut to the right, which Sango blocked with her blade, pushing him to the side. She swung at him again and he blocked but she quickly sliced from another direction, keeping up a relentless attack to keep him on the defense. Pain throbbed in every muscle of her body but she ignored it. She was going to defeat her brother if it killed her for the second time.

Suddenly Kohaku's blade caught her finger, opening a wound right to the bone. Sango lost her footing and banked left, clenching her fist in the sharp pain. The break in her attacks gave her body time to catch it's breath, but her panting was only serving to slow her down. Kohaku turned to face her and charged at her again, the look on his near expressionless face an obedient determination to kill her.

Sango blocked, ignoring the wound on her finger as she and Kohaku exchanged blow for blow, both on the offensive now. She was dimly aware of Kagome calling her name, but she hardly had time to focus on stuff like that right now.

There must be sacrifices, she thought over the pounding in her head as she pushed more and more strength on her brother. There must be sacrifices. There must be sacrifices. There must be…

A rock slipped out from under her foot and she came crashing down, but with fast thinking swung hard upwards, catching Kohaku's sword by the hilt and sending it flying. With an instant she was up and punched her brother square in the chest.

The force of the blow knocked him over and she placed a foot on his chest, disabling him from getting up, her sword a hair's breadth from his throat. She stared at him hard, catching her breath in pants.

"What's she doing?" Inu-Yasha wondered aloud in a low growl. "Why isn't she kill him?"

Kohaku stared up at her with his blank, soulless stare and Sango pressed the sword closer, against his throat, feeling the blade break a small bit of skin.

"Well, well, well, looks like you have won after all. I'm impressed." Naraku said, applauding slowly. Sango looked up at him with nearly soulless eyes herself, as blood ran down her blade from the wound on her finger. Slowly she raised her weapon and pointed it at Kohaku's sword which had landed near Naraku's feet.

"Pick that up." She said quietly.

"What is she doing?" Inu-Yasha snapped. "What the hell is she doing?"

"hmm?" Naraku looked at the object in question with alien interest.

"Pick it up." Sango repeated darkly. "I won't fight you while you're weaponless."

Naraku's gaze returned on her, a slight look of interest in his cold eyes. Everyone else looked at Sango in shock

With one final deep breath Sango launched herself off of her brother and charged Naraku, sword hilt grasped in both hands as she slashed at him. In an instant the demon grabbed the sword and avoided her attack but Sango didn't stop to duel blades and slashed at him again. She restarted her relentless attacks she had been doing with Kohaku, driving Naraku back in a fierceness that was nearly frightening.

"Wow, look at her." One of the wolves whistled.

"Now she's fighting Naraku. Can we go help?" Inu-Yasha snarled.

"She seems fine on her own." Netsuna mused.

"Now Sango, do you really think this will accomplish anything?" Naraku said as he parried Sango with mocking ease. "It's your brother you should be fighting, not me."

"You're the reason I'm fighting my brother!" Sango cried, and suddenly seemed to speed up, forcing Naraku back and with one swift, solid motion cut Naraku's sword hand clean off. The entire desert of Hell was silent as the hand and sword clattered to the ground behind Sango, who aimed the sword at Naraku's heart. Even the demon just managed to conceal his amazement.

"Whew." Mizuki whistled in approval.

"Well, she is one of the saviors of existence." Netsuna grinned.

"Never." Sango said through hooded eyes that were fixed on Naraku's heart. "Underestimate human emotions."

Naraku's shock and anger melted to a smugness. "Of course, how could I forget?" He said, looking past Sango, something she realized all too late.

"Sango, look out!"

Kagome's scream was the only thing that rang through the desert as pain sliced deep into Sango's heart and the world went white.

"Sango! No!" Kagome screamed as Kohaku removed his sword and watched his sister slump lifelessly to the ground, blood leaking out of the wound in her heart he had just inflicted. Naraku smiled.

"Human emotions. Pitiful." He said, turning to the unconscious Miroku, Kirrara and Shippo guarding them both, although his fear was apparent.

"Fuck this." Inu-Yasha snapped and dove forward, landing between Naraku and the angels and human. The blood Tetsusaiga was drawn and aimed right at the Outcast demon.

"Threeblood." Naraku said with disdain, looking Inu-Yasha over. "Don't think you'll defeat me this time like your predecessors have before. I, unlike you, have learned from my mistakes and am now stronger than ever. You, however, seem to be bent on the same play, the same story, the same script every time." He looked pointedly at the outcrop, where Kuro-Michi and Netsuna watched back with nothing written on their faces. With his signature cold smile Naraku turned back to Inu-Yasha. "Yet you'll still want to fight."

"I'm not my old man." Inu-Yasha said, preparing to attack. "And I 'ain't following a fuckin' script. I'm doing this my way: Beating the shit out of you."

"Hmm, I believe your father said the same thing." Naraku said near tauntingly. Inu-Yasha growled.

The demon looked at the threeblood and then shrugged. "My minions are already destroying the mortal plane. The plane of Heaven is covered in blood and the plane of Hell is vanishing to a storm. It would be a waste of my time to fight you, and should by miracle you defeat me, it would be a waste of all our times. So instead I will depart. After all, it is much more profitable for me to make you wait. The end of existence is near."

With that his form wavered and disappeared, even as Inu-Yasha let out a strangled yell and charged him, his sword slashing through nothing.

"Sango!" Kagome ran up to her friend and held onto her shoulders as Sango tried to push herself up.
Stop moving, you're bleeding!"

"I think I can see that, Kagome-chan." Sango smiled weakly, holding onto her wound. She closed her eyes as if in an effort to conserve energy. "Is… is Houshi-sama going to be okay?" She asked.

Kagome smiled, fighting back tears. "Miroku's going to be fine, Shippo says. But Naraku's left and we have to go and find him again…"

"I know." Sango sighed. "Sorry I lost my temper and the fights."

"No Sango! Don't apologize!" Kagome griped the older girl's shoulder. "You were awesome! The way you fought Naraku and wounded him! It was just because.. because of…"

"Big sister?"

Kagome and Sango looked up to see Kohaku standing over them, the bloodied sword he had run Sango through dangling limply in one hand. His eyes were no long blank, but filled with fear.

"Did… did I do this?"

"Kohaku…" Sango said so quietly it was nearly inaudible.

Kohaku dropped to his knees, the sword falling to the ground beside him. Tears filled his eyes as he looked at his sister's bleeding wound. "I… I remember everything… the demon possessing me…  me killing you… me fighting you over and over again even though I wanted to stop…" His voice broke up.

"It wasn't you Kohaku." Sango said, crying herself.

"Naraku was doing it, but your soul is free again." Kagome added, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He felt cold, and his aura was thick, but Kagome assumed it was from the possession for so long.

"Sister, can you forgive me?" The sobbing boy asked. Sango nodded. Crying, Kohaku leaned forward to hug his older sister.

Sango reached forward but never placed her arms around him as her younger brother's blood spattered her face. The red sword had cut cleanly through the boy's neck and the body turned to dust before the head even hit the ground. Inu-Yasha stood up and sheathed Tetsusaiga, a hard look on his face.

End chapter 47

Now 'ows that for an ending, eh? Thought it up last week and perfected it today. Hopefully, despite the fact that it takes so long to get this chapters up, they're getting better. Emotional poking it hard to write dammit! Almost as hard as fluff!

And now, the shoutouts I promised:

Kurokumo: May the golf course be with you.

whatever.com: Newreader in a four-day span! Woo! And that's my personal swearstring. You got something against it, you talk to ME

mattielover: Thank you for being considerate. Hope you remember me and come back to read!

Reverie-sama:  Well, it's good that you've been here for a long time, and that you're still here. I got turned into a newt you see, but I got better…

Sweetdaeth: Soon enough? Probably not. Sorry.

Ghoul King: Wow, not only a new reader but a new reader with a bunch of Necromancers! Could my fandom get any better?

link no miko: … I just can't reply to that in one sentence. Hopefully next chapter I'll have more time and can write a full length reply. You know I luv ya tho, link!

Liena:Yeah, my Naraku's kinda OOC… but he's my kinda villain!

Elf: You're welcome!

moon-neko-princess: You're going to that Montreal convention? I hate you! I was supposed to go to it but then ym parents said no! Darn it! (yay, new reader and yay, I'm assuming stupid things) You notice wonderful things. I love you.

vold: You can't write a long review, I can't write a long reply! We're even!

youkai chick supreme: And the plot thickens…

tOkU-cHaN: Nice name. I am not evil. Or else I'd be the villain in this story *polishes nails*

Litwolf689: I update sooner!

Remember this is only for chap 46 reviews, so don't feel left out, okay?

New chapter coming ASAP! And in your reviews guys, trying giving me tips and tricks and point out things, like link no miko and moon-neko-princess! It helps me realize things I missed and makes Ama a better writer!

~Ama