"I just hope they won't follow me…" she whimpered, "I just want to be alone…" She choked back more tears, and started running again, simply wanting to get as far from Miroku and the other as she could. She ran a few more steps, then tripped on an exposed root, landing hard on her knees. She gave out a stifled cry of pain, trying to stay quiet so Inuyasha couldn't hear her.
A tear of pain dripping down her cheek, she looked down, seeing her skirt torn on one knee with a few cuts on it, and a bit of blood seeping through the fabric on her other. "Damn…damn it…" she muttered angrily under her breath. She cursed again, then taking notice of a small, red stone dangling from her neck. It had one rough edge, like it had been broken. Sesshomaru had given it to her, and it made her heart ache just to lay eyes on it. He had said that he had been saving it, but he didn't know what for, so he gave it to her.
A small smile crept on her face just as she began to feel like she could never be happy again. Her eyes seemed to be glazed over as she reached up, placing a finger on each side. As she did this, her vision clouded over in white, and she heard that same voice in the back of her mind telling her to find the one named Korosu…
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Sesshomaru walked slowly between trees. He couldn't recall exactly where he was, since he had been walking aimlessly around for nearly the entire night. He had time to waste, he knew that, but how much he was unsure of. He knew that once he could overhear the chatter among even the smallest of demons that he had died, he knew that by then Sango would've heard. But he had not begun to hear the whispers yet, at least in the far away place he was. But then again, since he was there, the demons would already know that the story was false.
I should've stayed where Korosu and I parted ways…he thought. But he shook the thought off. He would track down Korosu in a day and get one of his potions to mask his scent, and then go to Sango as if he were a ghost. After that, weather he'd kill the rotten monk, his half-breed brother and his miko or simply take Sango back to teach her a lesson was unclear, but he was sure that both would bring much satisfaction. He gritted his teeth. He still couldn't understand why Sango had chosen to return to Miroku and not stay with her, but he had begun to not even care.
There was an insatiable desire that burned within him for revenge…he knew there was no slaking it until he could watch them all suffer at his hands…
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Korosu blinked once, looking over at the rising sun with a hollow expression. He had perched himself up in a tree after walking for hours, contemplating how to exact his revenge on Sesshomaru. As the demon lord's name resonated through his mind, he face turned to one of disgust.
"He doesn't even remember who I am…what he's done to me…" he hissed softly. Korosu looked down at his left arm, eyes tracing over a large scar that marred his pallid flesh. His lip curled in a silent growl as he reached up to his neck, taking a small red stone into his hand, running a finger down the one jagged edge. One image always crept into his mind because of this stone, that of a young woman, wavy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, a perfect smile. He had given her the other half of the stone, he had kept her soul from leaving her body as she laid dying, and he had kept her.
He shut his eyes, squeezing the gem tightly, his knuckles turning white. "I'll never forgive you, Sesshomaru…" he growled, releasing his grip and looking at the blood as it trickled across his palm, "I'll never forgive you for taking her from me…" And as he uttered these words under his breath, he could hear something calling out his name, telling him to go deeper in the forest…
Author's Notes: I know…I update too slow. I guess I needed a mini-vacation to get the creative juices flowing again. Anyway, thanks for all the great reviews, keep reading, and don't forget to keep the comment flowing. (And I know this chappie was too short…I couldn't think of a good way to continue it…)