As Sango left the camp with Kirara, she frowned. These dreams took everything out of her. She was left tired and irritable. Though, Kirara, as a comfort walked beside her, she felt no comfort as all. Thoughts of her past with Kohaku, her Otou-san and Okaa-san ran through her mind.
It was three years after Kohaku's birth. The day was beautiful and yet too ominous. Sango played in the front of their home with her brother. They were having great fun, but a bloodied man came up to the gate of their village.
"Aodama-san, Aodama-san!" The man yelled that until he fell. He was unconscious.
With that, a beautiful woman ran out of the headman's home. This was Sango's mother. She wasn't from there though; she had starting violet eyes, long dark brown hair. Hair much like Sango's to be exact. Her forehead held a crest. This crest looked much like six flower petals. Her kimono she wore, was also violet with small flowers at the sleeves. Running to the bloodied man, she squealed a worried squeal. It was her brother Mahou. "Mahou! What the hell happened to you?"
Running up to him, she quickly examined his face. Horror was what his facial emotion was set on. Turning her head to Sango, she screamed a very important message. "Sango, get water, we need to clean his wounds and awaken him. Now, he's your uncle!"
Sango ran as fast has her legs could take her. She was only eight at the time. Soon returning with a bucket of water "Mama, here." Her mother quickly washing the wounds of her uncle and placing a cold, wet clothe on Mahou's brow.
"Aodama-chan." Mahou spoke weakly. "The home village was attacked, they sent me out to find you, as I was the only one who knew. Protect our ho…" His voice died then, as he emptied blood out of his lungs. Mahou was dead. They all knew that. Aodama did not want to believe it though. She hugged her brother's dead body tightly, letting go soon.
Standing up, Aodama gathered her armour and headed out of the village. "Mama?" Sango said to her.
Aodama bent down on one knee and put her hands on Sango's shoulders. "Sango-chan. You stay here and protect your brother. I will be back."
That was the last Sango had ever seen her mother. Her uncle was buried at sundown.
Sango thought of that as she walked along. She soon stopped at a cliff and sat at the edge. It was a very secluded place. Kirara ran along and played with a pinecone while she was in thought. The whole reason these memories came back was because of that dream she had just had. The dream, where the dead brown haired woman, was her mother. Sighing, she stared at the sky.
Moments later, after no though ran through Sango's head. A small rustling noise came from the forest. Along with that was Kirara's growl. Standing up in a split second, Sango prepared Hiraikotsu, not expecting what was to come next. That was an energy wave. That, and a flying demon. This demon had nothing to do with the energy wave, but the fact that it was being chased by it. The energy wave, having a specific purple, green and black glow to it.
Screaming, Sango was knocked over the cliff. Kirara could not help though, as she was asleep. Asleep was abnormal, as Kirara was instantly put to sleep. Not the normal way living beings are put to sleep.
Sango just barely hanging on to the edge of the slippery rock. That was until a mysterious hand grabbed at her wrist. But there was something familiar about this hand and arm. Prayer beads wrapped around it. Pulling her up. "Sango-chan, are you alright?"
"Houshi-sama, you saved me. Why are you here?" Sango was pulled on to the cliff and stared in the monk's eyes.
"I was worried about you. You seemed lost. Your eyes dull." At this exact moment though, he had to ruin it. Ruining it by stroking her bottom. Sango was still dazed though. She really didn't notice it to fast. Her mind was on something else. Miroku seemed to answer her question though. "The energy wave seems to pass over humans. Not putting them to sleep like it did to Kirara and that demon that went by."
After her questions was answered though. It registered in her brain, 'Houshi-sama is stroking by bottom again.' The action was responded with a slap and Sango walking to pick up Kirara. "We should head back, they are probably worried about us. The energy wave possibly passed over them."
"Right. Let us go no, Sango-chan." Miroku agreed with her. They traveled back. Not awaking that fact that their answers would be there.
