Note from Me: I'm not really sure what to say about this chapter. Thank you to my readers! Your comments really mean a lot and keep me going at the story. I'm sorry to leave you with this. But I know you'll get a few surprises. Enjoy!
"Kagura!" Sango now realized what was happening. That was not Naraku at all, just a silly trap for her. Looking down at Miroku's body everything started piecing together. He really was trying to warn her.
(Kagura)
"Well, I guess that is one down. It's your turn next girl!"
Kagura just looked at what was left of Sango. A broken heart and spirit was evident in the girls face. It was such a shame to kill her like this. 'It would take more than that to stop me'.
She noticed Sango walking over to the monk's body. She knelt down and tossed her weapon aside. Taking the feather out of his back disbelief was evident.
'How pathetic.' Kagura was tired of waiting it was finally time.
Kagura walked up beside the demon exterminator. Reached up and pulled a feather from bun. Twisting the instrument in her fingers she teasingly scratched Sangos neck with the poisoned ornament.
Sango's neck bled and turned red from irritation, but still she stayed kneeled by his body shock still on her face. Kagura raised the weapon and shoved it towards Sango.
(Sango)
Through the corner of her eye she was the feather being hurled.
'It can't end like this.'
Instict took control. Sango picked up the top part of Miroku's broken staff and used it to block Kagura's attack. Flat on her back she could easily see the shock on Kagura's face.
Suddenly the instrument took control. Sparks flew from the staff and soured sporadically. A beam traveled from Miroku's staff and went up through the feather turning it into dust. The beam continued up into Kagura.
Screaming wildly the light wrapped her body. With a violent brilliancy she lit up then faded into nothing. A strong breeze of air tried to pick up but failed and all was quiet.
Sango looked in awe. Picking herself up she tried to crawl over to Miroku but a sudden pain came from her neck. She laid on the ground in panic 'What is going on!?' With the broken staff in her hands Sango looked lovingly over at the fallen warrior. She already owed him so much.
Inhaling deeply a cloud of smoke emerged. The smoke went inside Sango taking what was left of a love that could never be understood it inserted itself into Miroku. He took his first breath of a second chance at life. She took her last.
2nd Note: No its not the end.