That girl's face; something about her dark sparkling eyes and that long smooth hair was familiar. Did I know her from somewhere?
Oww. This annoying pounding in my head.
My Lord, Naraku, found me and saved my life. To thank him, I act as his servant and do his biddings. Most often I follow InuYasha and his companions in their quest for the jewel. I am Naraku's most loyal disciple, thwarting their pitiful attempts to retrieve more fragments of the jewel.
I know there is something I must remember from the past, but this horrible pain stops me from recalling forgotten memories.
Most recently I have heard that the Band of Seven have also started to work along with Naraku's cunning plans to bring to an end to the lives of InuYasha and his friends. I had heard that his three human companions had been trapped in a burning hut. They apparently all died gruesome deaths in the fire.
That girl. She had shed tears for my sake. Should I know her?
The demon slayer, Sango, had died. She had occupied my mind ever since she cried for me.
Why do I feel as if a part of me has disappeared? Why is this girl so important?
I felt tears slip down my face. Strange. Why do I cry? I do not want these pains of sorrow and despair. How does her death affect me this much?
I must get rid of these feelings that prevent me from my work. But I can't forget that girl's face.
Sango.
