Note: I do not own Inu, though I would like it for my b-day. But maybe I should stick to something more realistic, like a car (j/k) well now I think its time to see what Sango is up too don't you?
"No!" Sango screamed. 'This isn't right! I can't get free.' She had been tied up for so long but she couldn't find a way to untangle the ropes. Her back had started to bleed from hitting the beam so much, but what was worse than the physical pain was what she was witnessing. Kohaku her brother was right in front of her. He was being beaten apon by other older boys of the village. No matter how many times she struggled and screamed the boys did not hear her voice.
Hope was long lost for Sango. She had been witnessing 3 events from her life over and over again. Each time they got worse and more graphic. Each time she couldn't stop them from continuing. 'There has to be a way to stop this.' She had to get to Kohaku.
"Sango" a voice said. 'What was that?' Her tears quieted. 'Miroku? Is it really him?' She looked over and saw the monk running over to her. It was him. He immediately came over and started working on the ropes.
It was hard enough for Sango to breathe but she had to talk. "Mioku." She whispered to him. He looked up from his task to the demon hunter. "Miroku...help Kohaku...just, please." Miroku was at a loss of words of what to say to her. But he had to say something. "Sango this isn't real."
'What is he talking about?' She could hear his every scream, each time it took a little from her. "I see him" was her only defense. Miroku had started back at the ropes. Finally he had them loose enough and slipped them off from her body. Without the support of the ropes Sango started falling but was immediately caught by the monk.
After she realized she was free from the ropes it was time to take action. With great difficulty she tried to stand up. She got on her feet but still relied heavily on Miroku's grip. "You have to do something." The young boy's screams still echoed. "Sango you have to listen to me, this isn't real! This is all in your head."
Once the words left his lips the surroundings started getting blurry. Sounds were dulled and the scenery transformed. Miroku's grip tightened around Sango. "What's happening?" He asked her. "Not again" she whispered but Miroku wasn't sure if she had or had not just said anything.
"Miroku let me go!" She tore against his body and freed herself from his grip. "Miroku leave!" She started yelling. This confused him, didn't she want to be saved. "Sango look we have to go, if we don't you'll die!" Sango just stood there staring at him. "I don't care! I just want you gone forever." Her anger was building up fast, but that statement hurt him more than he would have admitted. She wasn't done there.
"You have only caused me pain. Every time you touched another girl, every time you pretended I didn't exist, and especially when you made me feel like shit. I'm sick and tired of loving you when all I get out of you is a glance. Did you even know that Miroku?" She paused letting that sink in. "Did you even know that I loved you?" Whatever weakness was ailing her was leaving rapidly. Her anger gave power, and right now she needed that power.
The scenery had now shifted from the peaceful village to a dark and stormy castle. Sango turned around and faced the castle walls. She knew this place well, it had haunted her dreams. Now that she was finally free from the restraints she had a chance to fix what was right. Disregarding the monk she ran toward the castle gates.
(Miroku)
Miroku didn't know what to think. 'Have I really caused her so much pain?' He never knew that she had loved him, it was impossible to comprehend even now. That was the reason he kept his distance before. To keep her from getting hurt. He didn't have time to think. Sango was just going to keep torturing herself wither she knew it or not. So he started running towards her. Even if he didn't return her feelings, now he had to save her. From herself.