Sango felt so amazingly good, and yet unbelievably guilty. She had chosen Miroku, and still knew that it was the right choice, but she could feel the terrible heartbreak radiating from Sesshomaru's torn spirit when she had chosen against him. He had seemed so desperate to get her back, and then he asked her to kill him with her own hand. It hurt her so much to know he wanted this…and now she feared he would do something drastic. But she was with Miroku, and her companions that she had been with for so long. All is right…she reassured herself, Its simply the Kami's righting a wrong…But she knew deep in her heart that all was not right with the world. She had done such a terrible thing to Sesshomaru…
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Miroku looked down at Sango, noticing her furrowed brow, then slipped his arm around gently around her. "Sango…" he started, "Is something wrong?"
Sango turned her head slightly and looked back up at him. "Oh…no…nothing's wrong…I'm just thinking, is all…" she replied softly. Miroku could easily tell that she wasn't telling the truth, but he wouldn't press the matter. At this point, his highest priority was getting her back to the village and helping her to remember as much of him and the others as she could. But then again, there was no harm in getting a head start, either.
"Do you…remember anything from before you met Sesshomaru?" he pried. Sango, who's eyes had already turned back to the ground, gazed back up at him, then frowned a little.
"I'm afraid I don't remember anything…" she said softly, "But…wait…I think something's coming to me!" A smile grew on her face, a light of happiness in her eyes. "I hope this is right…but…I do remember a neko youkai…does this seem familiar?" Miroku smiled in satisfaction as it came to her, but then frowned again. Kirara had not been lucky enough to be resurrected just as she had, and if his assumptions were correct, whatever was left of the taji-ya's faithful companion rested still on the bottom of that lake.
"Miroku…what is it?" she inquired. He bit his lip for a moment, and finally answered.
"Sango…the neko youkai you remembered…was Kirara…she helped you when you used to slay demons…" he replied somberly, concluding, "She perished the same day you did…but she was not brought back to us…"
Sango looked slightly upset, but Miroku pressed no further. All that she had learned about herself was a lot to take in, and she needed time to sort things out before they told her anymore. He didn't want her to choke on too much information at once. Something like that could drive her over the edge, and if that would happen…he didn't even want to imagine it. She would be in a state worse then death…not knowing anything that was going on around her, but still being trapped on this Earth, unable to go to the heavens. He held her tighter, trying his best to comfort her.
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Sango bit her lower lip as she felt the monk's arm comfortingly tighten. She shut her eyes, feeling tears push against the back of her eyes. She had finally remembered something, but she couldn't remember that her own pet and helper had died. She almost felt ashamed that she couldn't remember something that important that had happened to her. She tried to comfort herself, but it was difficult. She felt almost as thought it was her fault she had lost her memory for a moment, but then she reassured herself that in due time, she would regain it.
She kept telling herself over and over that everything was right, she had made all the right choices. But every time she did this, every time she felt the silk of her fine clothing touch her, she thought of Sesshomaru and how she had betrayed him. She heaved a large sigh, attracting the attention of Inuyasha.
"If you're fretting over my brother's emotional state…" he started cynically, "Don't. One, he's not that fragile, believe me, and two, he was just putting on that little act so he could guilt you. He was just pissed off that some human was beating him at anything. No offense, but you really weren't all that important to him from what I can tell…so don't worry about him."
Of course, Sango took this to heart. Maybe he's right…maybe I don't have to worry about Sesshomaru…she thought, But…I know he really did love me…if they only knew…then she stopped herself. She still had such feelings for Sesshomaru, but she had to come to terms that she had chosen Miroku, not him. She knew she had loved Miroku…but she still loved Sesshomaru. She had thought she had chosen which man she would be with…but had she really?
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Sesshomaru flew through the sky on a cloud of dark mist, the sun setting behind him in the west in a bright array of orange purple. Of course, he paid no mind, as he was headed to the east, to the castle of one of his rivals. He would put his plan into action, and he was completely sure that it would be successful. As he saw the silhouette of the large manor approaching, he stopped and descended to the ground, far enough away that his scent wouldn't be detected. Now all he had to do was wait for the assassin he had called upon to come to do his job…
[Author's Notes] Hey there…sorry this took so long to post…I don't know what was up…just no motivation for some reason. Anyway…I hope you can forgive me for my lateness, and please review!