You Want Sango...
Fourth Chapter
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Inu-yasha characters. Rumiko Takahashi does. I do not own the text in which I am typing this. I do not even own the music I am currently listening to.
I do own my mate's heart, though, so that's something.
BEE'S NOTE: I am writing some more, thank goodness. I have not had as much free time lately, but updates are hastening steadily as my writer's block is ending right when I have a few free hours.
That's all boring facts. No one wants to hear about things like spaces between updates and free time, so...
On with the story!
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Chapter 4 -
Real Pain
The wind blowing through the trees holds almost an accursed air. Presently no warmth can be found, and only the sound of shaking skeleton trees dead from empty sadness and dark deprivation from the dank land will be heard tonight.
In this bitterness, Miroku looks around to see only dark roots and dry, low-hanging vines. There is nothing there to keep him, so he keeps moving, prevailing against the landscape, dodging left and right any tangled obstacle in his way.
A sudden tug at his right wrist diverts his attention, only to see a lone vine twisted around the offending area. He begins to pry the dangling root from his forearm, but it merely grasps on tighter. So he yanks at it with more force, but to no avail.
"Oh, come on!" He twists the plant, and turns it this way and that to coax it from his arm. It remains, only tightening its grip, cutting off his blood flow.
Panic overcomes him.
He begins to claw desperately at it, pleading for its release and for his freedom. Its response is only to rip open his kazaana further, releasing a howling force of wind. Before he knows what is happening, the deafening scream of his wind tunnel pulls him in.
From the dark void, a deep, low howl ruptures.
He lets out a gasp, sitting up. The wind is gone; his hand is fine. There is only silence around him, save the dull crackling of a fire to his left.
"A dream..." He slowly rubs his head.
The same lowly wail from his dream--only distant--veers his attention. He turns his head to listen more closely, and recognizes it is a wolf sounding, in a desperate cry. The weeping howl is coming from behind him somewhere. The houshi realizes his former companions are occupying that area.
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Blood is scattered everywhere, and only Kagome, Sango, and Inu-yasha are still conscious. Fighting tragically they face the hungry she-wolf. She had attacked so suddenly. So rapidly had Inu-yasha's right arm been bitten and snapped when he tried to draw his blade; so quickly had Kagome lost her last arrow to a thick, indomitable snow-tinged fur coat, and suddenly found she harbored a huge gash on her left leg, leaving a bright red-soaked sock. She can no longer stand, but can only lay there shielding a seemingly-dead Shippou with her own body, waiting to fall into the warm darkness of sleep.
Inu-yasha cannot give up, and there is no possible way he will give up. He has to protect his friends, even at the cost of his own life. He told Kagome to run, but she is not able to now. He managed to draw the wolf away from the campsite, and is now struggling to protect Sango.
Well, she is the only fighter remaining, he rationalizes to himself upon seeing the look of surprise on the taiji-ya's face. He reads her visage as shock, apparently from his neglecting Kagome to shield her. He still will not allow himself to claim his feelings for Sango yet; well, not so openly, anyway.
A feral scream from Kirara to the hanyou's right causes him to turn his head. He sees Sango crying, rushing to Kirara's limp body.
"...before she could even grow into her full youkai form," she tells anyone listening with tear-filled eyes. She begins muttering quietly to Kirara that she had dreaded something like this happening, that her little kitten would get injured in her most vulnerable stage between her small feline form and her saber-tooth form.
Taking her small friend's body to her chest she says a small prayer to any God that may be listening. Tragedy changes her face to a blank stare.
She places the cat next to Kagome's and Shippou's crumpled forms.
Crying bitterly, she stands up slowly and turns toward the crouching she-wolf. Sango herself has not been injured at all, as she was sleeping out of line of eye, ear, and scent of the hunting wolf when the attack came. She turns to see Inu-yasha struggling to control the Tetsusaiga with his weaker, bruised left arm. Evidently, he is trying desperately to find the wind scar. Dumbly she watches him swing the fang down, slashing pathetically at the vein of wind between the hunter and the hunted, crying out a wordless sound as he does so. The wolf merely kicks away, dodging the gash perfectly.
Sango calmly walks in between them, eyes spilling pure emotion; she is unable to contain herself now. Her dark rage has been triggered, half by the fall of her cat and half due to the mockery of all of Inu-yasha's efforts. Quietly she lifts her boomerang bone, standing at ready.
As tension builds the wolf's hackles rise up. She leaps for Sango's throat.
The latter swings her weapon to strike, deafened by the sound of the scream protruding from the white wolf's fanged mouth. The last thing she hears is Inu-yasha's outcry out against Sango's action.
The taiji-ya did not feel the pain initially. As she fell to the ground, it felt like she was separate from her body, as if time had slowed down. Lightning bolts of twisted pain slashes through her body as the blood begins to flow through her wounds, notifying something was wrong. She woozily lifts her head, watching her trembling hand move to her chest. She feels warmth of blood, not quite grasping she has been injured mortally.
A sudden sound erupts from Inu-yasha's direction. She turns her blurred eyes to a vision of her comrade staring wide-eyed at her, breathing unnaturally, eyes changing to a blood red. Another cry bursts forth from the hanyou as he curls into himself.
"N-no... S-Sango! Sangoooo--RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!" The shout of her name rushes into a wild outburst of anger and bliss. Inu-yasha has now fully reverted to his youkai form. He rushes forth, his hair wildly lapping about his shoulders, his eyes rushing to his prey. An ominous grin holds oversized fangs that are ready to kill; two stripes hold his cheeks. He bursts anew with rapture. He is going to kill!
"Sango!" cries the familiar voice of a certain monk.
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End Fourth Chapter
BEE'S COMMENTS: None, really. Chapter five is coming quickly, though.
Fourth Chapter
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Inu-yasha characters. Rumiko Takahashi does. I do not own the text in which I am typing this. I do not even own the music I am currently listening to.
I do own my mate's heart, though, so that's something.
BEE'S NOTE: I am writing some more, thank goodness. I have not had as much free time lately, but updates are hastening steadily as my writer's block is ending right when I have a few free hours.
That's all boring facts. No one wants to hear about things like spaces between updates and free time, so...
On with the story!
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Chapter 4 -
Real Pain
The wind blowing through the trees holds almost an accursed air. Presently no warmth can be found, and only the sound of shaking skeleton trees dead from empty sadness and dark deprivation from the dank land will be heard tonight.
In this bitterness, Miroku looks around to see only dark roots and dry, low-hanging vines. There is nothing there to keep him, so he keeps moving, prevailing against the landscape, dodging left and right any tangled obstacle in his way.
A sudden tug at his right wrist diverts his attention, only to see a lone vine twisted around the offending area. He begins to pry the dangling root from his forearm, but it merely grasps on tighter. So he yanks at it with more force, but to no avail.
"Oh, come on!" He twists the plant, and turns it this way and that to coax it from his arm. It remains, only tightening its grip, cutting off his blood flow.
Panic overcomes him.
He begins to claw desperately at it, pleading for its release and for his freedom. Its response is only to rip open his kazaana further, releasing a howling force of wind. Before he knows what is happening, the deafening scream of his wind tunnel pulls him in.
From the dark void, a deep, low howl ruptures.
He lets out a gasp, sitting up. The wind is gone; his hand is fine. There is only silence around him, save the dull crackling of a fire to his left.
"A dream..." He slowly rubs his head.
The same lowly wail from his dream--only distant--veers his attention. He turns his head to listen more closely, and recognizes it is a wolf sounding, in a desperate cry. The weeping howl is coming from behind him somewhere. The houshi realizes his former companions are occupying that area.
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Blood is scattered everywhere, and only Kagome, Sango, and Inu-yasha are still conscious. Fighting tragically they face the hungry she-wolf. She had attacked so suddenly. So rapidly had Inu-yasha's right arm been bitten and snapped when he tried to draw his blade; so quickly had Kagome lost her last arrow to a thick, indomitable snow-tinged fur coat, and suddenly found she harbored a huge gash on her left leg, leaving a bright red-soaked sock. She can no longer stand, but can only lay there shielding a seemingly-dead Shippou with her own body, waiting to fall into the warm darkness of sleep.
Inu-yasha cannot give up, and there is no possible way he will give up. He has to protect his friends, even at the cost of his own life. He told Kagome to run, but she is not able to now. He managed to draw the wolf away from the campsite, and is now struggling to protect Sango.
Well, she is the only fighter remaining, he rationalizes to himself upon seeing the look of surprise on the taiji-ya's face. He reads her visage as shock, apparently from his neglecting Kagome to shield her. He still will not allow himself to claim his feelings for Sango yet; well, not so openly, anyway.
A feral scream from Kirara to the hanyou's right causes him to turn his head. He sees Sango crying, rushing to Kirara's limp body.
"...before she could even grow into her full youkai form," she tells anyone listening with tear-filled eyes. She begins muttering quietly to Kirara that she had dreaded something like this happening, that her little kitten would get injured in her most vulnerable stage between her small feline form and her saber-tooth form.
Taking her small friend's body to her chest she says a small prayer to any God that may be listening. Tragedy changes her face to a blank stare.
She places the cat next to Kagome's and Shippou's crumpled forms.
Crying bitterly, she stands up slowly and turns toward the crouching she-wolf. Sango herself has not been injured at all, as she was sleeping out of line of eye, ear, and scent of the hunting wolf when the attack came. She turns to see Inu-yasha struggling to control the Tetsusaiga with his weaker, bruised left arm. Evidently, he is trying desperately to find the wind scar. Dumbly she watches him swing the fang down, slashing pathetically at the vein of wind between the hunter and the hunted, crying out a wordless sound as he does so. The wolf merely kicks away, dodging the gash perfectly.
Sango calmly walks in between them, eyes spilling pure emotion; she is unable to contain herself now. Her dark rage has been triggered, half by the fall of her cat and half due to the mockery of all of Inu-yasha's efforts. Quietly she lifts her boomerang bone, standing at ready.
As tension builds the wolf's hackles rise up. She leaps for Sango's throat.
The latter swings her weapon to strike, deafened by the sound of the scream protruding from the white wolf's fanged mouth. The last thing she hears is Inu-yasha's outcry out against Sango's action.
The taiji-ya did not feel the pain initially. As she fell to the ground, it felt like she was separate from her body, as if time had slowed down. Lightning bolts of twisted pain slashes through her body as the blood begins to flow through her wounds, notifying something was wrong. She woozily lifts her head, watching her trembling hand move to her chest. She feels warmth of blood, not quite grasping she has been injured mortally.
A sudden sound erupts from Inu-yasha's direction. She turns her blurred eyes to a vision of her comrade staring wide-eyed at her, breathing unnaturally, eyes changing to a blood red. Another cry bursts forth from the hanyou as he curls into himself.
"N-no... S-Sango! Sangoooo--RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!" The shout of her name rushes into a wild outburst of anger and bliss. Inu-yasha has now fully reverted to his youkai form. He rushes forth, his hair wildly lapping about his shoulders, his eyes rushing to his prey. An ominous grin holds oversized fangs that are ready to kill; two stripes hold his cheeks. He bursts anew with rapture. He is going to kill!
"Sango!" cries the familiar voice of a certain monk.
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End Fourth Chapter
BEE'S COMMENTS: None, really. Chapter five is coming quickly, though.