A/N: Well my reviewers! You probably all hate me now - :looks at people: - because I haven't updated in what, a good 3 months and whatnot. Okay, yes, so I didn't. PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! Haha... let's just say all of my stories are pretty much on hiatus right now. Lol! Especially this one! But since I haven't updated this one the longest... yup.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. How mean.

Naraku laughed again. "Dear monk... you wish to have her? Then come. Come fight me. If you lose, you die. But if you win... the Kazanna is removed and Sango will be yours once again." Maybe.

"Fine! I accept!" Miroku said.

Sango was still sitting there, dazed and unhurried as she ran through the fields of flowers with Miroku. She also saw Kohaku, which made her heart flutter with joy but then realize something:

This could not be real.

Her subconscious was telling her this, but her mind didn't want to listen and neither did her heart. She was too happy for this, too into bliss to care anymore. She didn't want to think of Naraku or his threats, his incarnations, or any curses that Miroku had. She wanted to stay there with her most favorite people in the world, but she knew it couldn't be.

What am I doing?

Miroku readied himself, knowing that if he beat this opponent, that he would finally get rid of the Kazanna. What would happen once this enemy was defeated? What will happen to my friends and me? He thought, doubt crossing his eyes for a moment, then flickering away.

Naraku watched the monk with increasing interest. I have no intention of giving back Sango... or taking away the Kazanna, for that matter. The man thought, glaring at the determined man who stood in front of him.

"Ready?" Miroku called, impatient. Sango looked so hopeless right then, staring into space happily, unaware of what was going on around her. He wanted to help her then, but the only way right now was to destroy Naraku.

Inuyasha and Kagome could do nothing but watch from the sidelines of the barrier Naraku had erected, and Inuyasha's nerves were fraying. Kagome was worried for her friends, and knew Inuyasha was getting impatient. "Do you want to continue to try and break the barrier?"

Inuyasha, though, made no response and continued to glare at the other three inside the barrier. He looked at Kagome, then nodded mutely. He started to throw random Kaze no Kizu attacks at the barrier and waited for it to lament.

Kagome was firing her sacred arrows, but neither of the attacks, together or no, were to any avail.

Inside the barrier, Miroku and Naraku had been fighting to their full extent. Miroku blocked each attack from Naraku's vines with his staff, and Naraku blocked Miroku's attacks with the Samiyoushou or his vines. One would be on the defensive and the other would be on the offensive, neither one landing a blow.

Naraku was getting tired, and so was Miroku, but both were too stubborn to show it.

After a few more moments of combat, Naraku had a deep slice across his shoulder and a sutra planted on one of his vines. He impatiently took it off in stoic silence.

Miroku watched the hanyou's every move, looking when it would be efficient to attack. He had known that this battle wouldn't be easy from the start, but accepted the challenge anyway. He had landed the first wound on Naraku, and for that he was proud. It looked like his grip on Sango was lessening, but he couldn't be sure.

"For that, monk, you shall pay dearly." Was all Naraku said as he leaped at him, full force.

Sango's dream was now tormented by nightmares of violent wind whipping around her and the scent of blood now heavy in the air. She looked around and her sight was blurry; she couldn't make out anything.

"Houshi-sama!" She paused. "Kohaku!" Neither responded, and she decided to venture out on her own. Suddenly the violent wind stopped and she had a clear view, looking around. "Where am... I?" She asked herself, the land around her unfamiliar.

Without her sensing it, she felt air of a blade whiz by her, and she saw her younger brother a few feet off, catching the deadly weapon in his hand expertly. Her eyes widened to their extent and she looked at him in shock, a part of her mind chastising her, saying, "I told you so!" She ignored the voice as best she could and started to walk over to him.

"Kohaku..." She said, choking out the words. "Please... no..." she pleaded, knowing it would do no use. "Darnit, Kohaku!" She sobbed. She was crying now, the hot burning tears streaking her face.

Another aura came from behind her, one that shocked her. It was a familiar feeling, one that she came to know and love. She turned seeing the monk. "Houshi-sama...?" She asked him.

I have to get out of here.

Miroku now had a shallow slash in his arm, and a gash on the side of his face. Neither hurt badly; he could ignore them for the time being. Sango had looked in pain and he wanted to help, but Naraku was throwing relentless attacks at him now in order to protect the one he hated.

Naraku was worse off. His disguise was ripped off and he now had deep scratches and countless sutras and binding spells around him, so that some of his tentacles were frozen and he couldn't move them.

"Darn you, monk... you won't win this fight. Not this one." He muttered, and a tentacle was thrown in Miroku's direction. It was going too fast for him to dodge, and he couldn't possibly...

What do I do!

A/N: There we go! THREE pages! Well counting responses. I don't know how many, but whatever. Those were some long paragraphs! BE HAPPY! –grins- I love writing.

Sango