Diclaimers: I do NOT own Inuyasha or any of its characters.
Sorry about the long update time, I had all sorts of stuff to do (school, extracurricular stuff :/ )
Anyways, some love for my reviewers...
By the way, why is there a drought of reviews! Is my story that bad?!?! (
Fred the Mutant Pickle: Water, eh? *Imagines Fred running around freezing everyone in sight* O_o lol, just kidding. :D Glad you liked it! And no, I can't tell you how they get out right now, but if you keep reading...
Kaylana: Thanks for the swifties tip! And remind me to run in fear next time you find your element is wind and start hunting me down. O_O Another thing, you can only master one: in this fic, it's impossible for a human soul to posses that many qualities, and your element depends on what sort of soul you have...
The-Great-Monk-Girl: Yep, Miroku's got his hands full!
Well, that's it for the reviews, on with the story!
""= Speech
''= thoughts
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The moon shined its silver glow on the demon slayer's face as she looked up at the night sky, the stars winking at her like diamonds. After another hard day of demon slaying, listening to Inuyasha berate Kagome and then get sat, and just feeling lonely, Sango was rather exhausted.
The cool night wind blew her hair around, caressing it in a familiar fashion. Closing her eyes in pleasure, she let herself fall back into memories of older times...
-Flashback to two months ago-
The autumn air felt cool on their cheeks as Miroku and Sango strolled through the forests. They had been sent by Kagome to collect edible roots and berries, and since that was usually a boring job, they tried to make the best of it...or at least they tried. Unfortunately, Miroku's wandering hand's curiosity became much more inquisitive when put under hours of ennui.
The hours were getting dark, so the plant-laden duo decided to return home.
"...So, houshi-sama, how many berries did we pick?"
"..."
"Umm, houshi-sama? Did you hear what I said?"
Coming to an abrupt halt, the monk set his basket on the ground. Now completely confused, Sango asked, "What's wrong?"
"Sango," he began, "have you ever felt so much love for someone that you'd do anything for them, even if they didn't like it?"
A blush creeping into her cheeks she replied, "Well, not really...alright, perhaps my brother Kohaku, but never anyone else."
Hurt flickered into Miroku's eyes momentarily, but it was not unnoticed by Sango.
"It pains me to say this, my Dear Sango, but it's necessary..."
"I love you Sango, but I cannot. It is better for us if I don't."
At first she thought her heart had crumbled into a hundred pieces, each piece breaking off causing excruciating pain. After a few moments, however, all she felt was rage. Her voice shaking slightly, she said, "Then if you don't love me, houshi-SAMA, then I don't care anymore." She dropped her basket on the forest floor. "I thought I had someone to spend the rest of my life with, you jerk!" She stormed off, but not before hissing, "Go off and marry some other wench, you perverted, heartless b******. And when you're done with that, you can get sucked into your stupid hole for all I care."
"Sango, yamero!"
After a couple of hours of running, Sango finally stopped at the foot of a large, dying tree and began to weep for all she was worth, ignoring the fact that she was lost in a lost forest without her boomerang or Kirara .
'Stupid, perverted ahou, letting me get so close to him. I never should have fallen for him, I knew this was bound to happen...' She kept ranting to herself, completely unaware of the youkai that was creeping up to her...
For the hundredth time since she ran off, Miroku said to himself, "Damn it, where did she go?" Due to the abundance of life in the forest, it was extremely difficult to pinpoint Sango's aura. Heaving from the long run, he looked around a little more.
To his horror, his Dear Sango was pinned under a large ape youkai that was clawing at her. She struggled for her katana, but the ape soon knocked it out of her reach.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, "SANGO!!!!" Using his staff, he somehow knocked the 10-foot chunk of muscle and evil off of her.
While the ape was recovering from the extra fierce blow, Miroku checked Sango over. 'Doesn't look like anything's broken, just some bumps and scratches.' Breathing a sigh of relief, he said, "Sango, daijoubu ka? Are you seriously hurt anywhere?"
Right when she opened her mouth to reply, the ape barreled into Miroku, smashing him into a 100-year old tree. Satisfied that he was out of the way for now, the demon proceeded to attempt to molest Sango. This time however, she was ready.
The sword flashed silver the moonlight as the dark blood spewed out of what was left of the demon's arm, a cacophony of howls ringing throughout the forest. She ran to finish the hulk off, but it swiftly knocked the sword out of her hand and into the bush again. Stumbling backwards, Sango watched in horror as the huge brute pulled back its arm for a punch...
Suddenly, she heard he name being shouted out from the right. Before she could do anything, she was tackled out of harms way. Moments later, she felt a large object crash into whatever tackled her. After having to eat a mouthful of dirt upon landing, she grasped around for another weapon. 'Houshi-sama's staff,' she thought. It would do nicely.
Charging at the ape that was turning towards her (it had to recover from its massive punch), she screamed out, "Eat this you squint-eyed brute!!" She shoved the staff several feet into the demon's chest and began twisting, the bladed end of the staff tearing into flesh, organs and muscles. Ignoring the agonized cries of the oversized monkey and the hot gore that splattered her face, she kept on twisting and tearing.
Eventually, it felt like a log to the earth, where blood continued to spurt up like a small fountain. Sighing in exhaustion, she dropped the staff and stumbled to where Miroku lay...
Bloody, beaten, and badly bruised.
"Oh kami, Miroku! Daijoubu ka?" Shaking him slightly, Sango became frantic when he did not respond. "Miroku! Wake up! Onegai, wake up!!" Tears began trickling down her face like little streams in a red desert...
"Y-you called me b-by my name, dear S-s-sango..."
Eyes wide in shock, she began to blush so furiously that it was evident in the dark of the night. Sniffling, she told him, "Y-you baka, why did you do that, getting hurt for my sake?" She lightly slapped his shoulder, earning her a low moan from the injured monk.
"Ugh..." Here he gave a moist cough, blood flecking Sango's kimono sleeve. "Sango...about that time when I told you I couldn't love you... it wasn't because I hated you or I fell in love w-with someone else." Swallowing rising fluids, he went on, "It's because when I was born, the curse that I was born with killed my mother from the inside. And because I love you, I-I couldn't forgive myself if you d-died because of me."
Sango was truly weeping by now, her face streaked with tears. Clutching at her monk, she managed to whisper out, "Don't worry, Miroku, we'll find that bas**** Naraku and we'll get rid of your curse. I promise you this."
-End Flashback-
After that little episode, Inuyasha and Kagome had managed to find the injured duo quickly enough to save Miroku's life, and life had gone on normally (or as normal as it ever would have gotten).
But she failed to keep that one promise.
'Oh Miroku...
Gomen nasai...'
-Inside the void-
Sweating profusely under the watchful sun (A/N the sun/moon cycle is different here), Miroku concentrated every fiber in his body.
"Kaze. Ken. Toushin Enban! Wind disc!!"
The air in front of him formed into a 6-foot wide spinning disc. Concentrating once more, he sent it out toward several stone pillars that stood several feet apart. 'Come on, just concentrate...' He whipped his staff around in a figure eight pattern, the razor sharp disc mimicking his every move. He release control, then walked off, ignoring the halves of pillars that began to slide down a few seconds later.
'My Dear Sango... I'm going to come back. Wait for me there.
This I promise you.'
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Yep, that's that! This was more of a filler chapter than anything... but I hope you enjoyed it! I suck at writing fluff anyways. :/
Read and Review! Please!!!
Sorry about the long update time, I had all sorts of stuff to do (school, extracurricular stuff :/ )
Anyways, some love for my reviewers...
By the way, why is there a drought of reviews! Is my story that bad?!?! (
Fred the Mutant Pickle: Water, eh? *Imagines Fred running around freezing everyone in sight* O_o lol, just kidding. :D Glad you liked it! And no, I can't tell you how they get out right now, but if you keep reading...
Kaylana: Thanks for the swifties tip! And remind me to run in fear next time you find your element is wind and start hunting me down. O_O Another thing, you can only master one: in this fic, it's impossible for a human soul to posses that many qualities, and your element depends on what sort of soul you have...
The-Great-Monk-Girl: Yep, Miroku's got his hands full!
Well, that's it for the reviews, on with the story!
""= Speech
''= thoughts
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The moon shined its silver glow on the demon slayer's face as she looked up at the night sky, the stars winking at her like diamonds. After another hard day of demon slaying, listening to Inuyasha berate Kagome and then get sat, and just feeling lonely, Sango was rather exhausted.
The cool night wind blew her hair around, caressing it in a familiar fashion. Closing her eyes in pleasure, she let herself fall back into memories of older times...
-Flashback to two months ago-
The autumn air felt cool on their cheeks as Miroku and Sango strolled through the forests. They had been sent by Kagome to collect edible roots and berries, and since that was usually a boring job, they tried to make the best of it...or at least they tried. Unfortunately, Miroku's wandering hand's curiosity became much more inquisitive when put under hours of ennui.
The hours were getting dark, so the plant-laden duo decided to return home.
"...So, houshi-sama, how many berries did we pick?"
"..."
"Umm, houshi-sama? Did you hear what I said?"
Coming to an abrupt halt, the monk set his basket on the ground. Now completely confused, Sango asked, "What's wrong?"
"Sango," he began, "have you ever felt so much love for someone that you'd do anything for them, even if they didn't like it?"
A blush creeping into her cheeks she replied, "Well, not really...alright, perhaps my brother Kohaku, but never anyone else."
Hurt flickered into Miroku's eyes momentarily, but it was not unnoticed by Sango.
"It pains me to say this, my Dear Sango, but it's necessary..."
"I love you Sango, but I cannot. It is better for us if I don't."
At first she thought her heart had crumbled into a hundred pieces, each piece breaking off causing excruciating pain. After a few moments, however, all she felt was rage. Her voice shaking slightly, she said, "Then if you don't love me, houshi-SAMA, then I don't care anymore." She dropped her basket on the forest floor. "I thought I had someone to spend the rest of my life with, you jerk!" She stormed off, but not before hissing, "Go off and marry some other wench, you perverted, heartless b******. And when you're done with that, you can get sucked into your stupid hole for all I care."
"Sango, yamero!"
After a couple of hours of running, Sango finally stopped at the foot of a large, dying tree and began to weep for all she was worth, ignoring the fact that she was lost in a lost forest without her boomerang or Kirara .
'Stupid, perverted ahou, letting me get so close to him. I never should have fallen for him, I knew this was bound to happen...' She kept ranting to herself, completely unaware of the youkai that was creeping up to her...
For the hundredth time since she ran off, Miroku said to himself, "Damn it, where did she go?" Due to the abundance of life in the forest, it was extremely difficult to pinpoint Sango's aura. Heaving from the long run, he looked around a little more.
To his horror, his Dear Sango was pinned under a large ape youkai that was clawing at her. She struggled for her katana, but the ape soon knocked it out of her reach.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, "SANGO!!!!" Using his staff, he somehow knocked the 10-foot chunk of muscle and evil off of her.
While the ape was recovering from the extra fierce blow, Miroku checked Sango over. 'Doesn't look like anything's broken, just some bumps and scratches.' Breathing a sigh of relief, he said, "Sango, daijoubu ka? Are you seriously hurt anywhere?"
Right when she opened her mouth to reply, the ape barreled into Miroku, smashing him into a 100-year old tree. Satisfied that he was out of the way for now, the demon proceeded to attempt to molest Sango. This time however, she was ready.
The sword flashed silver the moonlight as the dark blood spewed out of what was left of the demon's arm, a cacophony of howls ringing throughout the forest. She ran to finish the hulk off, but it swiftly knocked the sword out of her hand and into the bush again. Stumbling backwards, Sango watched in horror as the huge brute pulled back its arm for a punch...
Suddenly, she heard he name being shouted out from the right. Before she could do anything, she was tackled out of harms way. Moments later, she felt a large object crash into whatever tackled her. After having to eat a mouthful of dirt upon landing, she grasped around for another weapon. 'Houshi-sama's staff,' she thought. It would do nicely.
Charging at the ape that was turning towards her (it had to recover from its massive punch), she screamed out, "Eat this you squint-eyed brute!!" She shoved the staff several feet into the demon's chest and began twisting, the bladed end of the staff tearing into flesh, organs and muscles. Ignoring the agonized cries of the oversized monkey and the hot gore that splattered her face, she kept on twisting and tearing.
Eventually, it felt like a log to the earth, where blood continued to spurt up like a small fountain. Sighing in exhaustion, she dropped the staff and stumbled to where Miroku lay...
Bloody, beaten, and badly bruised.
"Oh kami, Miroku! Daijoubu ka?" Shaking him slightly, Sango became frantic when he did not respond. "Miroku! Wake up! Onegai, wake up!!" Tears began trickling down her face like little streams in a red desert...
"Y-you called me b-by my name, dear S-s-sango..."
Eyes wide in shock, she began to blush so furiously that it was evident in the dark of the night. Sniffling, she told him, "Y-you baka, why did you do that, getting hurt for my sake?" She lightly slapped his shoulder, earning her a low moan from the injured monk.
"Ugh..." Here he gave a moist cough, blood flecking Sango's kimono sleeve. "Sango...about that time when I told you I couldn't love you... it wasn't because I hated you or I fell in love w-with someone else." Swallowing rising fluids, he went on, "It's because when I was born, the curse that I was born with killed my mother from the inside. And because I love you, I-I couldn't forgive myself if you d-died because of me."
Sango was truly weeping by now, her face streaked with tears. Clutching at her monk, she managed to whisper out, "Don't worry, Miroku, we'll find that bas**** Naraku and we'll get rid of your curse. I promise you this."
-End Flashback-
After that little episode, Inuyasha and Kagome had managed to find the injured duo quickly enough to save Miroku's life, and life had gone on normally (or as normal as it ever would have gotten).
But she failed to keep that one promise.
'Oh Miroku...
Gomen nasai...'
-Inside the void-
Sweating profusely under the watchful sun (A/N the sun/moon cycle is different here), Miroku concentrated every fiber in his body.
"Kaze. Ken. Toushin Enban! Wind disc!!"
The air in front of him formed into a 6-foot wide spinning disc. Concentrating once more, he sent it out toward several stone pillars that stood several feet apart. 'Come on, just concentrate...' He whipped his staff around in a figure eight pattern, the razor sharp disc mimicking his every move. He release control, then walked off, ignoring the halves of pillars that began to slide down a few seconds later.
'My Dear Sango... I'm going to come back. Wait for me there.
This I promise you.'
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Yep, that's that! This was more of a filler chapter than anything... but I hope you enjoyed it! I suck at writing fluff anyways. :/
Read and Review! Please!!!