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Memoir of Sango…
My emotions have been abused for more than three years. Loneliness, sadness, grief, depression, frustration…
But after all these years, all these emotions, I've given out everything. And as I reminisce on all the pain, all the anguish, I only have one thing left…
…RAGE.
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Session Twenty-Three- Evanescence (Part One)
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There are many things that can break a person. Human beings are probably the most breakable of all. Overall intelligence and moral only brings overall vulnerability. After all, you don't see animals committing suicide. Only human beings can be hurt at such deep levels. Breaking the body is one thing, breaking the spirit is another.
Even the strong can be broken. Even after having her family broken completely in less than an hour, even seeing her parents corpses lying before her, even after seeing numerous cuts across her brother's arms, even after him being shot and nearly dying, even after watching the man who destroyed her life before creep his way back into it without a scratch… she survived.
…But everyone has a breaking point.
"I'm sorry, we can't help you."
It was in that moment that she broke. There was something that was in her eyes since he had known her, an impregnable flame, that fiery spirit that he had fallen in love with… was dying. She was dying.
"W-why not…?" she whispered, sounding more strained than she had wanted.
"We have no search warrants, and even if we did, every time Naraku sues for unwarranted arrest. The city loses too much money off of him. We're sor-"
She hung up the phone and ripped the cord from the wall.
It was cold. Unbelievably cold.
At least that was how she felt as she stood in front of the building. It was a quaint foreign restaurant. That humble little restaurant would lead her to salvation.
"Please God, make me numb…" she whispered to the heavens. It would make everything easier, wouldn't it? To not feel any pain, not feel as her life was taken away from her. She shook away the thought. Something like that was enough to kill any human being.
She stood outside the building, anxiousness coursing through her. 'This is it…'
Placing the gun in her coat pocket, she walked inside.
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Miroku shot up suddenly from his sleep. There was something wrong.
He found himself just where he was before on the living room couch, but there was something missing… someone missing. He knew without a doubt in his mind that she wasn't there, not in the room, not in the house, not on that side of the city.
'Sango…'
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"Do you have a reservation?"
"I'm not here to eat. I'm looking for a man named Naraku. I was told to meet him here."
"…Are you Ms. Takahashi?"
"Yes."
Getting in had been easier than she thought it would. Apparently she had been expected for a while, for they had called her by her name. She hadn't been surprised, nor did she care.
She eyed the waiter as he led her into the kitchen. He appeared to be no older than sixteen. The poor boy probably didn't know what he was getting into when he applied for the job. He stopped abruptly in front of the freezer. "In the back of it, there's a door. Someone will meet you there."
She nodded as he left without a glance. Entering the freezer, she saw the door hidden behind several shelves; they were completely unseen from the first doorway to protect from more inquisitive persons. She knocked on the door, only to end up with a gun pointed against her forehead.
"State your name," said the offender, cocking his gun in a defensive stance.
"Takahashi. Sango," she replied, her voice almost unbelievably calm. The large man smirked at her. "You've got a lot of guts. He's been expecting you."
"He should be," Sango replied, her voice unreadable.
He nodded as he led her through the building. They were no longer in the restaurant, but in the building behind and below it, going down a flight of stairs and into a large room. The ceiling was strangely low, only a foot above her head. The room had no lights, but seemed to have a deep red glow to it; bright orange lights dotted the blood radiance. There was a thick sheet of fog in the room that burned her eyes and lungs that no one seemed to harm except herself. Her eyes wandered about the room. Bodies lined the walls- alive, but barely conscious beings that seemed to feed on the fog instead of try to hide from it. They were addicts.
Sango turned away from their eyes, eyes that appeared to be in an infinite reverie. He led her through another door. The second room was as full as the first. The ceiling was higher; tall figures stood against the wall- bodyguards. Several unmarked cardboard boxes were stacked in the all corners of the room. In the center of the room was a long table lit by a single ceiling lamp. The far end of the table was a lone figure.
"Sango," he said, "we've been expecting you."
She resisted the urge to pull out her gun. He smiled at her before motioning to his guards. All left the room except one, who made his way behind her and forcing her into a chair he had placed behind her. She bit her tongue as the sentry pulled out her gun, sliding it to the other end of the table.
Naraku smirked. "You've come here to kill me," he said, picking up the gun and admiring it. "This is your father's gun," he laughed, "killing me with a dead man's gun. Where's your etiquette?"
He made another motion, causing the guard to leave. Naraku stood up, walking towards her. "I've been waiting for you, Sango. I've missed you."
Her eyes narrowed. "Do you fear God, Naraku?"
He laughed again. "It'd be pretty strange to fear myself, wouldn't it?"
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Evanescence- n: the event of fading and gradually vanishing from sight
Short yes, but I didn't want the climax to be in one big chapter. Next chapter will be longer.
Today I bring you two new things. GO READ THE NEW CHAPTER ONE. It's nothing like the first version.
Next chapter: Evanescence (Part Two)
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Posted 3/6/05
Lyn713