You Want Sango...
Second Chapter
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Inu-yasha characters. Rumiko Takahashi does. Recap: I don't, she does. Thank you! Come again!
BEE'S NOTE: I promise this chapter will be much longer. I wrote the first chapter rather quickly, just dipping my feet into the idea; just letting it digest in my mind. Reading digestion works best with a short first chapter, so as to not overwhelm the reader and the writer. Read on.
Thank you for the reviews. I have more reviews than all my other fics put together! Bwah ha ha ha hah!
On with the story!
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Chapter 2 -
Fire's Affect
What is fire?
What happens as a fire dances boldly in a despairing man's eyes? Does it just burn starkly to cause him to merely rationalize away its magic; its light being nothing but burning wood and flying smoke? Or does he ignore all logic and keep dreaming of things that could, but never will, be?
And for hours on end will this person receive blessings from this fire? From the heat he may keep warm enough to keep his thoughts in a straight line, instead of wandering aimlessly like a lost fox caught in a dark, cold cave. Its light can keep his eyes forward, on something actually there; otherwise, if the eyes are turned away, they will come to see nothing, save dark fears and black thoughts, darker even than that of the darkness surrounding them. The scent of smoke can keep him hungry, which will help him know that he can still feel. As the time creeps by, the fire will save him.
What is a man?
Sitting by this long-burning fire can do a lot to a man--and to damage him--as well, no question. The spouting ash can creep around him, dancing like soulless ghosts, keeping him aloft of reality, making him dizzy from its air-borne ballet. The crackling sounds can hypnotize, where even the brightest thoughts can begin to dim much like the fire itself, when unattended. The fire will condemn him.
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Through the dense, thick trees of a forgotten forest, a dimming glow courses through time, conquering the empty silence. Tending it is a darkened figure, repeatedly poking the fire once more, coaxing it to life again.
This man is alone. He has been so for a long time. The cold has long since been forgotten to him. Settling down on the cold earth once more, the figure takes his staff in his hand and sighs, releasing a puff of crystalizing breath, a cloud of worry and regret.
His thoughts swirl and ebb much like the dancing enities of smoke before him. His mind births more and more thoughts, like the fire births more and more smoke. Together they rise up to the heavens then disappear, with nothing but more thoughts and flames to follow.
His mind is caught between the two worlds granted by fire, of being saved and of being damned.
Tears have long since gone now, and all the dark figure can do is stare ahead at this glowing friend, this burning enemy.
I took too long. And I have no chance against Inu-yasha.
One thought comes...
Why did I run away? Without everyone, how can I ever defeat Naraku and end my legacy?
And another one follows.
"You want Sango..." he had heard himself say. Terror swam through him as he witnessed the hanyou not deny it.
It was too much for him; he had to leave.
And here he is now, alone again.
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"Tie off, please. I need more support on this side."
"Urf. I'm trying, wench!" an aggrivated Inu-yasha responds breathlessly. He screams at the rope, "Make me more rope!"
The rope named Shippou cries, "I'm all stretched out. Bleh..."
The hanyou loses his tight grip and loses his balance, causing the tree-borne Kagome to hurtle to the ground with a loud thump.
"Itai!"
Inu-yasha turns away. "Keh."
"Well, that was a waste of time! Look at this! My tail's all mooshed!"
Inu-yasha's ears perk up as a new scent arrives on the scene. He turns, breathless, to see Lady Sango, who is walking past him to the fox youkai and the amature miko. He exhales when she does not seem to notice the blush on his dirty face.
"What are you guys doing?"
Kagome walks up, glaring at Inu-yasha. She points to a small column of smoke in the distance. "We think that's Miroku's fire."
Shippou turns from his task of fluffing his tail, and chimes in, "And we were trying to see if we can see him from here."
Sango hears a familiar "Keh!" and turns around. "Yeah, and it's a huge waste of time, too!" she hears the dog hanyou say.
"No one asked you, Inu-yasha." Kagome huffs off to her sleeping bag and crawls in.
Wow, tensions have been high ever since Kagome found out Inu-yasha kissed me, Sango allows to pass through her mind as she glances over to the hanyou once more.
His deep eyes are to hers and she simply stares back, reading them. Inu-yasha quickly tears his glance away, blushing yet again, thanking the gods for the concealing dirt on his face. He hears Sango sit down near him, and feels the back of his head blaze from her stare.
"You know why Miroku's gone, don't you?"
The dog-boy flinches.
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End Second Chapter
BEE'S COMMENTS:
lilkoisuru: Not much longer, but it happens when you put just enough into a chapter. Good writing isn't in length, but in content. I'm not saying I'm good, but I'm trying to pace myself. Thanks for the reviews.
Shippou: Yup! Now that I'm here, gimme a candy!
Inu-yasha: She don't have any! :: looks over at lilkoisuru. :: But you have ramen, right?
lilkoisuru: :: pulls out a lollipop and a bowl of freshly-cooked ramen. :: To thank you for your help, dig in!
Inu-yasha: Mmmph!
Shippou: Mmmph!
Second Chapter
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Inu-yasha characters. Rumiko Takahashi does. Recap: I don't, she does. Thank you! Come again!
BEE'S NOTE: I promise this chapter will be much longer. I wrote the first chapter rather quickly, just dipping my feet into the idea; just letting it digest in my mind. Reading digestion works best with a short first chapter, so as to not overwhelm the reader and the writer. Read on.
Thank you for the reviews. I have more reviews than all my other fics put together! Bwah ha ha ha hah!
On with the story!
********************
Chapter 2 -
Fire's Affect
What is fire?
What happens as a fire dances boldly in a despairing man's eyes? Does it just burn starkly to cause him to merely rationalize away its magic; its light being nothing but burning wood and flying smoke? Or does he ignore all logic and keep dreaming of things that could, but never will, be?
And for hours on end will this person receive blessings from this fire? From the heat he may keep warm enough to keep his thoughts in a straight line, instead of wandering aimlessly like a lost fox caught in a dark, cold cave. Its light can keep his eyes forward, on something actually there; otherwise, if the eyes are turned away, they will come to see nothing, save dark fears and black thoughts, darker even than that of the darkness surrounding them. The scent of smoke can keep him hungry, which will help him know that he can still feel. As the time creeps by, the fire will save him.
What is a man?
Sitting by this long-burning fire can do a lot to a man--and to damage him--as well, no question. The spouting ash can creep around him, dancing like soulless ghosts, keeping him aloft of reality, making him dizzy from its air-borne ballet. The crackling sounds can hypnotize, where even the brightest thoughts can begin to dim much like the fire itself, when unattended. The fire will condemn him.
********************
Through the dense, thick trees of a forgotten forest, a dimming glow courses through time, conquering the empty silence. Tending it is a darkened figure, repeatedly poking the fire once more, coaxing it to life again.
This man is alone. He has been so for a long time. The cold has long since been forgotten to him. Settling down on the cold earth once more, the figure takes his staff in his hand and sighs, releasing a puff of crystalizing breath, a cloud of worry and regret.
His thoughts swirl and ebb much like the dancing enities of smoke before him. His mind births more and more thoughts, like the fire births more and more smoke. Together they rise up to the heavens then disappear, with nothing but more thoughts and flames to follow.
His mind is caught between the two worlds granted by fire, of being saved and of being damned.
Tears have long since gone now, and all the dark figure can do is stare ahead at this glowing friend, this burning enemy.
I took too long. And I have no chance against Inu-yasha.
One thought comes...
Why did I run away? Without everyone, how can I ever defeat Naraku and end my legacy?
And another one follows.
"You want Sango..." he had heard himself say. Terror swam through him as he witnessed the hanyou not deny it.
It was too much for him; he had to leave.
And here he is now, alone again.
********************
"Tie off, please. I need more support on this side."
"Urf. I'm trying, wench!" an aggrivated Inu-yasha responds breathlessly. He screams at the rope, "Make me more rope!"
The rope named Shippou cries, "I'm all stretched out. Bleh..."
The hanyou loses his tight grip and loses his balance, causing the tree-borne Kagome to hurtle to the ground with a loud thump.
"Itai!"
Inu-yasha turns away. "Keh."
"Well, that was a waste of time! Look at this! My tail's all mooshed!"
Inu-yasha's ears perk up as a new scent arrives on the scene. He turns, breathless, to see Lady Sango, who is walking past him to the fox youkai and the amature miko. He exhales when she does not seem to notice the blush on his dirty face.
"What are you guys doing?"
Kagome walks up, glaring at Inu-yasha. She points to a small column of smoke in the distance. "We think that's Miroku's fire."
Shippou turns from his task of fluffing his tail, and chimes in, "And we were trying to see if we can see him from here."
Sango hears a familiar "Keh!" and turns around. "Yeah, and it's a huge waste of time, too!" she hears the dog hanyou say.
"No one asked you, Inu-yasha." Kagome huffs off to her sleeping bag and crawls in.
Wow, tensions have been high ever since Kagome found out Inu-yasha kissed me, Sango allows to pass through her mind as she glances over to the hanyou once more.
His deep eyes are to hers and she simply stares back, reading them. Inu-yasha quickly tears his glance away, blushing yet again, thanking the gods for the concealing dirt on his face. He hears Sango sit down near him, and feels the back of his head blaze from her stare.
"You know why Miroku's gone, don't you?"
The dog-boy flinches.
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End Second Chapter
BEE'S COMMENTS:
lilkoisuru: Not much longer, but it happens when you put just enough into a chapter. Good writing isn't in length, but in content. I'm not saying I'm good, but I'm trying to pace myself. Thanks for the reviews.
Shippou: Yup! Now that I'm here, gimme a candy!
Inu-yasha: She don't have any! :: looks over at lilkoisuru. :: But you have ramen, right?
lilkoisuru: :: pulls out a lollipop and a bowl of freshly-cooked ramen. :: To thank you for your help, dig in!
Inu-yasha: Mmmph!
Shippou: Mmmph!