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Chapter2

Memories and a Photograph

The sun was setting, casting an orange glow across the sky, before fading to a dark blue. This was the sky Sango walked under as she approached her stopping place for the first night. She saw the smoke rising from the village that waited up ahead. Reaching into her bag she pulled out some of the things Miroku had left behind. She pulled one of his inner robes on; it was large enough that her body could be mistaken for that of a man's. Taking a deep breath, she cut her hair to shoulder length with a dagger. She tied her hair up behind her head. With a rag she wiped the eye shadow off her face.

There, she thought, hopefully this'll work.

She removed the shakujou from her back. From her feet Kirara mewed up at her.

"Kirara," she leaned forward and petted the demon cat, "they won't believe I'm a monk if they see you. You think that you can hide in my bag?" Kirara mewed happily as she always did and hopped into Sango's bag, curling up against her extra robes. She smiled down at the youkai. "Now don't make a noise." Kirara looked up at her as if to say she understood before closing her eyes to sleep.

Sango took another deep breath and entered the town. She quickly located the first inn and entered.

"Ah, may I help you sir monk?" asked an old woman innkeeper. Sango wasn't sure if her disguise worked or if the innkeeper just had really bad eyesight.

"Ah yes," Sango said, trying her hardest to put on a realistic deep voice, "I was passing by and couldn't help but notice a strong demonic aura coming from this place."

The innkeeper seemed shocked. "Well now, that can't be good."

"I assure you it's not."

"Well what can I do?"

"Well…" started Sango, here goes, "I'll be willing to rid of it in exchange for a room for the night.

"Oh? That would be wonderful!"

"Okay…" Damn, now what do I do? Act just like Miroku… Just like Miroku… Sango walked around, making a show of tapping the shakujou and reciting some chants she had heard Miroku use on many occasions. "The demon is… here!" Exaggerating her motions as much as she could she took one Miroku's sutras (that's the word, right?) from her bag and stuck it to the wall before slamming the base of the shakujou into it.

"Is it gone?" asked the old woman.

"Yes, the demon has been exercise- er… I mean exorcized" said Sango, blushing at her mistake.

"Oh thank goodness!" said the innkeeper, smiling. Geez… she's thicker than Inuyasha. "Let me show you to your room."

Still surprised that she had actually succeeded, Sango followed, but that wasn't to say she didn't feel like crap.

She was welcomed into a large room. There were at least four futons spread throughout it. "Thank you," said Sango, "But it is far too much room."

The old woman sighed. "Aah… such modesty I would expect only of a monk. For the savior of my Inn, nothing is too much."

Sango blushed. The old innkeeper left her to sleep. How could Miroku stand himself? she wondered as she curled up on a futon in the corner. Thinking of Miroku brought tears to her eyes. She reached into her bag and immediately encountered a ball of fur. She had forgotten about Kirara who had been sleeping soundly until someone had woken her up. Letting out a surprisingly cute little kitty yawn (Awww…), she exited the bag and curled up against Sango. Sango resumed her search of her bag until she found what she was looking for.

Out of the bag she pulled what Kagome had called a "photograph" of Miroku. Kagome had given her the picture before she had left and, next to the shakujou, it had quickly become her most prized possession. It was a simple picture, just Miroku giving one of his sweet, innocent, non-perverted smiles, and yet it meant so much of her. It meant she could still look upon his face; remember all of his features in stark detail. As much as she hated to think of it, her mind was dragged back to the moment she had lost him from her life…

It had been night, the moon high in the sky, casting what little light that the Earth had down on it. Sango had awoken to notice one of their number missing. Miroku was not there. Through her adventures Sango had come to know that at no point were they safe from Naraku, and cursed Miroku for going off on his own. She climbed to her feat and debated whether to wake the others. Deciding against it she set off in search.

"Where would Miroku be?" she wondered. She doubted he had gone far, and sure enough he was in a field of tall grass near the camp. His silhouette standing tall in the waste-high grass, head tilted up at the sky.

"Houshi-sama?" she asked quietly.

His head tore away from its fixed gazed to look to her. "Is that you, Sango?" He asked.

"Yes…" she walked out towards him, "What're you doing out here by yourself?"

"Oh… I just felt like staring at the stars. It's a nice view from here, no trees to block my view."

"Something's on your mind, isn't it Houshi-sama?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but shut it and gazed solemnly back at the stars. "It was exactly ten years ago today…"

"What happened?"

"It was ten years ago today that my father was swallowed by his Kazaana."

"I see…"

"I'm worried Sango."

"Why?"

"It was not much more than ten years earlier than that when my Grandfather had died."

"You're stronger than that Houshi-sama…" she said, when in truth she was really trying to convince herself.

"You think so?"

Sango didn't answer. Instead she turned back to the stars, and decided on changing the subject. "What is it that fascinates man so much about the heavens?" she asked.

Miroku got a dreamy grin on his face as he stared at the sky. "I think it's that… it's such a mystery. There is so much to learn… and we will never know it all. We can't hold the sky in our hands Sango, it's unattainable. Something that no matter how much man can do, it will never be mastered. It's out of our control."

For a long time they stared at the sky. It was still, unmoving, and then broken by a bright streak flying across it. Just as it broke the sky, it broke the silence.

"I guess you're right Houshi-sama, it is a mystery. Like that right there. I've seen hundreds of those, and yet I don't know what it is," Sango spoke up.

"I know what it is," Miroku smiled.

"What is it?"

"It's a wish Sango. Make a wish."

(Yes, I'm using the Shooting star scene- but this one's different.)

"I wish for Kohaku," Sango said, a little sadly. She jumped when she heard a rustling.

"What was that?"

Miroku shot to his feet. "It's your wish come true, Sango," He said very sternly.

As he finished those words a chained sickle came flying through the air. Miroku shuffled to the side, but a few strands of his hair fell to the ground.

"Kohaku!" Sango scrambled to her feet. Her younger brother stood no more than ten feet away, up to his chest in the grass. The boy did not answer. As the chained sickle came towards her she found herself frozen. The she was pushed violently to the ground. She looked up to see Miroku, the hilt of the sickle in his right hand. He had caught it. But why wasn't he letting go? Kohaku pulled violently to get his weapon free, but the monk held strong.

"Let go of it Houshi-sama!" Sango yelled at him. Kohaku would not let go of it.

"I can't!" he shouted through clenched teeth.

"Why not!" Sango questioned. But she already had figured out the answer. Letting go of the sickle would mean that the blade would be dangerously close to running straight across his palm…

Sango knew what she had to do. She pulled a hidden dagger from her sleeve, but when the time came she couldn't bring herself to cut down her own brother. She stood there… frozen as she watched the struggle between her younger brother, and the man she had come to love secretly. What to do? What to do!

Taking a deep breath she charged at her brother. She grasped in an embrace and drove the dagger into his back. But as she did the chain slackened. A gasp of pain came from both Kohaku. Sango hugged her little brother as he fell against her, tears running down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry…" she sobbed. "I'm so sorry..."

"Sister…" Kohaku coughed up blood as his life left his body.

Laying him on the ground, Sango turned to the one who still had a chance. But horror filled her as she saw Miroku kneeling on the ground, clutching his wrist. Blood ran down his arm. She had been too late…

Sango clutched the picture to her chest. She had failed him. He had needed her and she hadn't acted fast enough. It was all her fault.

As she fell asleep, not even Hell could have been as horrible as the nightmares she dreamed.

End Chapter

I know, but I promise, this is the last really teary pathetic chapter. But Review please. I beg you. Okay, maybe not beg… but I ask you.

Next Chapter: A man from Sango's past appears. And what! She's his FIANCEE!

: b- God, I love this.