Shinju: Okay…well, no reviews so far…
Sango: Don't say it.
Shinju: I'm sorry, but if I don't get at least one review, then this fic will just have to hang here!
Sango: NO!
Shinju: sniff yes.
Sango: ShinjuJaganshi does not own Inu-Yasha, no matter how much she wishes she could.
Shinju: Did I mention that this fic is for Sango, yes, the one who helps me with my fics, because…well, I guess you're gonna find out sooner or later, so I won't tell you now.
Sango: ON WITH THE FIC!
Lalalala: thoughts of SOMEBODY
Lalalala: Sango's thoughts
Lalalala: Miroku's thoughts
Sango woke up, leaving the familiar dream right where it usually did; nowhere useful. It irritated her that in the dream, she could see the faces so clearly, but when she was awake, they became a blurry haze.
"I wish I knew what it meant…" she whispered to herself, not wanting to wake up Miroku and the others.
What? What do you wish you know the meaning to? Asked a little voice in her head.
Not really thinking about it, she thought back, what that dream where the girl in coated in ice means…, and then realized something. She gasped and ran outside. She got to a tree and sank down. Some ghost was following her, seeping into her consciousness, controlling her thoughts.
You mean…you are the one with the dream? Asked the voice, sounding absolutely thrilled. Now that she thought about it, the voice sounded like the girl's voice from her dream. And that was not a pleasant thought.
Who are you? And what do you want? Asked Sango, trembling a bit. This voice was creepy with the way it spoke to her, like she was a long lost friend, or lost family.
My name…is Sango. I want you to make somebody fulfill a promise they made to me. Said the voice, now sounding a bit worried. Hm, me being Sango and you being Sango could be quite confusing. What do you want to call me instead? It, she, asked.
Um, what to call you? How about…Cho? And who needs to fulfill a promise to you? You mean the promise in the dream? What was it again? Why me? Demanded Sango, nearly in tears at this point.
Cho? How…ironic. Heh…Cho whispered, making sounds like she was crying. Then, before Sango could ask if she was alright, the sounds stopped, and Cho resumed talking. The promise was for him to visit me, and to allow himself to fall in love with the woman who has my name. That's you. You…because you are a kind soul, and you fulfill the one requirement I set for him, to find a girl with my name. But still he visits me, talking about you non-stop, praising you, and telling me what you have done recently. It warms me to see you are as he described you. As for whom…I believe you know him better then you think.
Who? It couldn't be Inu-Yasha, because he loves Kagome, so that leaves…oh no. she thought, as the only logical explanation hit her.
Yes. It is the one you call "hentai" or more often I believe, Hoshi-sama. Would it kill you to just call him Miroku? Asked the spirit, sounding mildly irritated at the other girl's response.
Um…no. Could you show me what you look like? Or looked like would be more appropriate, I suppose. I would just like to know…she thought, praying that the other girl would let her see her.
Oh thank you! I prefer for you to see me, but wasn't sure if you would mind me doing that. Sighed Cho. Suddenly the air in front of Sango shimmered a bit, and then a young girl who didn't look much older then 14 or 16 appeared. Her long black hair fanned out behind her, and her white kimono showed no patterns. Her only piece of jewelry was a small necklace of light blue prayer beads.
"Sango? Are you alright? I felt the presence of a demon coming nearer…" came a distant voice. But not distant enough for Sango.
Oh no! Cho, hide! Miroku is a-
Priest, I know. Don't worry; I've made sure he can't sense me well enough to see me or recognize me as…well, me. Said Cho comfortingly, with a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Sango? Is that you?" said Miroku, coming to the spot where she was. By a stroke of pure genius, she had devised a plan to get some information from him. She had to do this perfectly, or else it would all be ruined. She had managed to stand up before he reached her and turn away from him.
"Sango?" he called, stepping toward the figure before him. Slowly she turned around to stare at him with blank eyes.
"Miroku…" she whispered, staring straight into his eyes. He was taken back by her calling him by his name. She had never done that before. Suddenly, he saw her start to pitch forward. He dashed forward and caught her. She was probably sleepwalking. But the funny thing was, he had never seen the slayer sleepwalk before. Oh well.
As he caught her, he heard he mutter, "You promised her…how could you?" As soon as he heard those words, he nearly dropped her in surprise. How does she know? No no, I'm getting worked up about nothing. She just had a dream. But why that dream? You did promise her. And you've known her forever now. Stop being a hentai and- but he never finished the thought. He didn't want to finish it. He walked back into the house, quietly shutting the door. He gently placed her back on her sleeping bag. He hesitated for a moment, and then leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.
"Good-night Sango." He whispered, and then returned to where he slept. Meanwhile, Cho watched it all, slightly amused by the antics of both humans.
Maybe I didn't need to interfere after all…oh well. It will teach them both a lesson after all.
Shinju: And that's all for now folks!
Sango: Shinju, ya really need to put me into character better...
Shinju: Oh yeah...this is SO not how she normally acts...but I guess being DEAD does things to you...
Sango: See you next time!
Shinju: 5 reveiws!