Behind These Hazel Eyes
Chapter Nine
Sango looked around at the dark train. She strained to keep her eyes open as the monotonous rain outside began lulling her to sleep. She looked down. Miroku was still where he was the night before. She brushed the damp bangs from his face and her hand remained on his cheek. Caught up in the moment, Sango leaned down and put her face up to his, her hair falling down over her shoulders. Sango closed her eyes and relaxed, but when Miroku stirred in his sleep, she jumped up and banged her head on the low car ceiling. "Ow!" She rubbed her sore head and pressed her face against the cold metal. She sat still, and in the silence, she found her thoughts drifting instantly to Kohaku. What had happened to her precious little brother? Where was he now? Was he still alive? Suddenly, the car came to a halt, causing everyone and everything in the car to topple over. That included Sango. She had tumbled and rolled completely over, and was instantly on top of Miroku, her head on his chest. "Agh!" She lowered her voice when Miroku's eyelids fluttered open.
"Houshi-sama? Are you doing okay?" Miroku looked at her through half closed eyes. "Sango… what?" Sango scrambled off of him and she blushed furiously. "Well, uh, you see, it's not as bad as it looks, I, uh, it was an accident, and…" Miroku shrugged. "That's okay. You can wake me up every morning that way!" Miroku's big, smug smile shown even through a bruised face. "But I didn't-!" Sango protested, but Miroku ignored her by standing up. Sango fumed. 'He's a pervert even when he's half-dead.' Miroku looked over to Ayame. "What's going on out there? Why did we stop?" Ayame pouted and replied in a slightly irritated tone. "How should I know? Well, I don't know, but I can find out." Ayame reached for a wire dangling through the ceiling. She tugged it gently, and window blinds on the car wall opened a crack. Sango walked over to Ayame. "A hidden window? How did you know about it?" Ayame poked her head with her index finger. "Kouga darling told me."
Sango quirked an eyebrow. "I see." Ayame and Sango squeezed in closer to see through the secret window. Kouga was getting out and walking up to another man in front of another long car. But this car had windows and it looked very comfortable. The man was obviously European, and he had tan skin, and a long, black braid. Sango and Ayame could her just a bit of the conversation. They could pick up bits of it, but not the whole thing. They heard things like, "What's going on… liberated Ghetto… Auschwitz prisoners in the car… other camps… yet to be liberated…" That was all they could pick up. Ayame beamed. "He's a friend!" Suddenly Sango remembered one part of the conversation, and her face lit up. "They said they liberated the Ghetto! He might know about Kagome!" Ayame and Sango jumped up eagerly, and pulled at the door handles. Miroku crouched down beside them, and before they leapt out of the car, he whispered in Sango's ear, "Are you sure it's safe?" Sango nodded. Miroku clenched his fist, "If anything goes wrong, I will protect you." Sango seemed surprised at first, but her expression settled into a thin smile.
Ayame and Sango slid out the long metal car, and then crept cautiously up to Kouga and the European. The European man looked to them the instant they came within sight. "Who are these two?" Kouga placed his hand on Ayame's shoulder. "This is my fiancé, Ayame, and her friend, Sango."
Sango stepped forward. "Excuse me sir, don't think us rude for overhearing, but you mentioned something about liberating the Ghetto?" Sango hoped her subtle approach didn't give away too much of the fact they were eavesdropping. The Russian officer nodded. "You heard correctly, Miss. They're all in there." Before he could even blink, Ayame was already rushing towards the car, with Sango following close behind.
They shoved open the car doors and scrambled inside. "Kagome?" At the sound of her name, a frustrated looking raven haired girl glanced up at the two girls in the doorway. "Sango! Ayame!" Kagome ran up to them and the three girls hugged, squealing, and all their little conversations blended until it was all incoherent squealing. Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "I'm glad to see you all are so happy to see each other, but I'm not. I don't need any more meddling Jews." Kagome turned towards Inuyasha and put her hands on her hips. "Well! That's a fine way to treat my best friends!" Kagome stated angrily and sarcastically.
Inuyasha got up from the seat. "And why should I be treating you or your friends well? We had a fight, if I remember correctly. Did we make up and I forgot about it?" Inuyasha said this without once raising his voice, but there was anger in it. Kagome glared. "Why you little-" Kikyo bounded in between them. "Would you two be quiet?" Then she turned to Kagome, reassuming her calm composure. "Would you be kind enough to introduce us to your friends, Kagome?"
Kagome smiled testily. "Thank you Kikyo. This is Sango and Ayame." Kikyo nodded to the two girls. "Nice to meet the both of you."
Yeah, that was a short chapter. But it did its job. The next chapter's going to be twice as long, so hopefully it will make up for this one. Please?