A/N: If anyone's wondering, Tenshi Houshi means Angel Monk.
Tenshi Houshi
Chapter One
Silent Message
Sango untied the weak obi around her kimono letting it slide down her body onto the floor. She leaned back up to slide on her demon exterminator attire. After barely brushing her hair, she pulled it up into a ponytail. She walked to the corner grabbing Hiraikotsu which had a golden staff wedged in between it.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Inu Yasha asked, stepping inside the hut to block the doorway. Shippo snored softly as Kagome sat up.
"Sango-chan... is something the matter?"
Sango let the tears fall down her face.
"Where's Miroku?" Shippo asked sitting up with his hair wild and going in every direction, like all children's hair is when they wake up. Kagome set a hand on his head to smooth out the soft red hair.
"Obvious some people didn't care about Houshi-sama," Sango whispered bitterly walking on. When she came to Inu Yasha she grabbed his shoulder to push him away. Inu Yasha stood his ground not budging.
"Sango, just because Miroku's gone doesn't mean you can take Naraku on yourself."
"Well if you won't help me then I have to! I will avenge him, along with Kohaku and my father and my comrades, and I won't let you stop me!"
Inu Yasha jumped back as Sango swung Hiraikotsu towards him, instead hitting the door sending chips and splinters of wood everywhere. Ignoring Inu Yasha, she continued out into the daylight.
"Kirara!" she called out. The small fire cat ran out of the hut mewing softly. Sango stopped letting Kirara transform at her side. She quickly leapt onto her back as they set off into the sky. Sango glanced back towards the village. Was it really a good idea to leave without Inu Yasha and the others...?
Kirara roared loudly breaking her train of thought. With a burst of flame behind them, they rode out in a desperate search for Naraku.
Hours passed and night was soon to come. Sango's body was tired and slightly ached from the crying earlier that morning. She kept telling herself, she had to be strong, she had to be brave. Miroku was ready to die, so would she be. If she died in the battle against Naraku, she might be able to join her beloved. But...
According to Buddha, life was a never ending cycle of life and death. Miroku would be reborn in another body... eventually. But, when Kikyo died, Kagome was born with her soul 500 years later. Would it take Miroku that long? She would definitely die if that were his fate. She would die and join him in the afterlife.
Sango's eyes slowly slid shut before snapping open again. She was exhausted and tired, not to mention hungry. She looked around and spotted a village near by. "Kirara, land down there. We need rest." Kirara roared in response as she began her decent. The villagers cried fearfully at the site of Kirara as she neared them. As she landed, she transformed into her smaller version.
"What business do ye have here?" an old man asked. Sango let Kirara hop onto her shoulder.
"Will you not give a demon slayer shelter for a single night? I'm on a mission that may very well depend on the rest of Japan's survival."
The man laughed gingerly, thinking of the mission as a joke. "No need to exaggerate, come, come! You may stay here for the night!"
Sango bowed thanking him before following him into the inn. He led her to fairly large room and left her. Sango settled herself in a corner a moment taking in the silence. For some reason, she couldn't sleep. Eventually she slipped her kimono back on and pulled Miroku's staff from Hiraikotsu. She settled back into the corner with Kirara in her lap and the staff securely placed in her arms. Slowly her mind slipped into darkness.
*~*~*
"Sango."
Sango's head shot up at the warm voice. It couldn't be... could it? She stood quickly dropping the staff which disappeared before it touched the floor.
"Houshi-sama?!" she called out running into the hall way. Night had fallen. She heard him call out her name again, louder this time. Her pace quickened as she could soon make out his silhouette through the screen doors. She pushed the door aside, her breathe catching in her throat. He was there. He was really there!
His face had a sad, yet happy and mischievous look upon his face. She smiled softly and took a step towards him as his arms opened up to her.
"Houshi-sama!" she cried as she ran to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. She sniffled softly against his shoulder as comfort and reassurance filled her. She closed her eyes feeling his hands tugging on her kimono. She reached up with her own hands grabbing his robes and managed to pull them down to his waist holding them in place as she lifted her head meeting his lips.
She felt her kimono slip down exposing her shoulder. The cloth stopped at her elbow and he pulled her close to prevent it from falling further. Sango laid her cheek against his shoulder as his arms moved securely around her waist. He began speaking. That's when it hit her.
She couldn't hear him, yet his lips were moving. Tears welled into her eyes.
"Bara no kibou."
*~*~*
Sango shot up straight breathing heavily. Was it only a dream? Tears slid down her cheeks as she filled with grief. She reached for the staff she'd dropped when she noticed something. Her kimono was pulled off of her shoulder. Could it have been real? No, she thought, he's dead.
A sudden beam of light blinded her. She cracked an eye open looking out the window. Sun rise. It was time she left and continued on her mission to kill Naraku.
Tenshi Houshi
Chapter One
Silent Message
Sango untied the weak obi around her kimono letting it slide down her body onto the floor. She leaned back up to slide on her demon exterminator attire. After barely brushing her hair, she pulled it up into a ponytail. She walked to the corner grabbing Hiraikotsu which had a golden staff wedged in between it.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Inu Yasha asked, stepping inside the hut to block the doorway. Shippo snored softly as Kagome sat up.
"Sango-chan... is something the matter?"
Sango let the tears fall down her face.
"Where's Miroku?" Shippo asked sitting up with his hair wild and going in every direction, like all children's hair is when they wake up. Kagome set a hand on his head to smooth out the soft red hair.
"Obvious some people didn't care about Houshi-sama," Sango whispered bitterly walking on. When she came to Inu Yasha she grabbed his shoulder to push him away. Inu Yasha stood his ground not budging.
"Sango, just because Miroku's gone doesn't mean you can take Naraku on yourself."
"Well if you won't help me then I have to! I will avenge him, along with Kohaku and my father and my comrades, and I won't let you stop me!"
Inu Yasha jumped back as Sango swung Hiraikotsu towards him, instead hitting the door sending chips and splinters of wood everywhere. Ignoring Inu Yasha, she continued out into the daylight.
"Kirara!" she called out. The small fire cat ran out of the hut mewing softly. Sango stopped letting Kirara transform at her side. She quickly leapt onto her back as they set off into the sky. Sango glanced back towards the village. Was it really a good idea to leave without Inu Yasha and the others...?
Kirara roared loudly breaking her train of thought. With a burst of flame behind them, they rode out in a desperate search for Naraku.
Hours passed and night was soon to come. Sango's body was tired and slightly ached from the crying earlier that morning. She kept telling herself, she had to be strong, she had to be brave. Miroku was ready to die, so would she be. If she died in the battle against Naraku, she might be able to join her beloved. But...
According to Buddha, life was a never ending cycle of life and death. Miroku would be reborn in another body... eventually. But, when Kikyo died, Kagome was born with her soul 500 years later. Would it take Miroku that long? She would definitely die if that were his fate. She would die and join him in the afterlife.
Sango's eyes slowly slid shut before snapping open again. She was exhausted and tired, not to mention hungry. She looked around and spotted a village near by. "Kirara, land down there. We need rest." Kirara roared in response as she began her decent. The villagers cried fearfully at the site of Kirara as she neared them. As she landed, she transformed into her smaller version.
"What business do ye have here?" an old man asked. Sango let Kirara hop onto her shoulder.
"Will you not give a demon slayer shelter for a single night? I'm on a mission that may very well depend on the rest of Japan's survival."
The man laughed gingerly, thinking of the mission as a joke. "No need to exaggerate, come, come! You may stay here for the night!"
Sango bowed thanking him before following him into the inn. He led her to fairly large room and left her. Sango settled herself in a corner a moment taking in the silence. For some reason, she couldn't sleep. Eventually she slipped her kimono back on and pulled Miroku's staff from Hiraikotsu. She settled back into the corner with Kirara in her lap and the staff securely placed in her arms. Slowly her mind slipped into darkness.
*~*~*
"Sango."
Sango's head shot up at the warm voice. It couldn't be... could it? She stood quickly dropping the staff which disappeared before it touched the floor.
"Houshi-sama?!" she called out running into the hall way. Night had fallen. She heard him call out her name again, louder this time. Her pace quickened as she could soon make out his silhouette through the screen doors. She pushed the door aside, her breathe catching in her throat. He was there. He was really there!
His face had a sad, yet happy and mischievous look upon his face. She smiled softly and took a step towards him as his arms opened up to her.
"Houshi-sama!" she cried as she ran to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. She sniffled softly against his shoulder as comfort and reassurance filled her. She closed her eyes feeling his hands tugging on her kimono. She reached up with her own hands grabbing his robes and managed to pull them down to his waist holding them in place as she lifted her head meeting his lips.
She felt her kimono slip down exposing her shoulder. The cloth stopped at her elbow and he pulled her close to prevent it from falling further. Sango laid her cheek against his shoulder as his arms moved securely around her waist. He began speaking. That's when it hit her.
She couldn't hear him, yet his lips were moving. Tears welled into her eyes.
"Bara no kibou."
*~*~*
Sango shot up straight breathing heavily. Was it only a dream? Tears slid down her cheeks as she filled with grief. She reached for the staff she'd dropped when she noticed something. Her kimono was pulled off of her shoulder. Could it have been real? No, she thought, he's dead.
A sudden beam of light blinded her. She cracked an eye open looking out the window. Sun rise. It was time she left and continued on her mission to kill Naraku.