WARNING: Violence and mention of drugs. Don't worry, it's still in the PG-13 range.
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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- Four- Evanescence (Part Two)
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"So, how have you been?"
He stood tall before her, the single light in the room casting an ominous shadow across his features. That single lamp hanging in solitude- a light that didn't even laminate a quarter of the room- seemed to flatter him. His eyes, seemingly colorless, reflected a red tint across his pupils. Onyx hair looked like tentacles in the darkness, his skin a pasty white.
She looked up, her eyes half-hidden from underneath her bangs. "You don't care."
Naraku shrugged. "Well, let's just pretend I do. I already know Kohaku's done well. Honor student, isn't he?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Stalker."
He smiled at her. "I look after what belongs to me."
"I don't belong to a piece of shit like you," Sango responded defiantly.
"Believe what you think." He walked towards her, removing the jacket and tie of his suit. He grabbed her chin forcefully, his other hand tugging at her hair ribbon until it gave way, hair cascading down her shoulders. "You can't escape me, so why deny me?"
"Because you murdered my parents, you bastard!" Sango yelled, jerking away from him with the best of her efforts.
Naraku smirked, leaning against the table, arms folded across his chest. "Let me let you in on a little secret, just because I want to see what more guilt can do to you…"
She glared at him, the whites of her tinted pink from her fury. Her wrists were chaffed raw from her struggling against her bindings as she sat there- helpless. He, however, had complete control.
He stood up against, walking across the room towards a stack of cardboard boxes piled in the corner. Ripping open one of the boxes, it's contents spilled to the floor. Drugs. "There are several thousand more of these all over the city. My 'merchandise', as you would call it. You see, I could've gotten drugs from anyone, I still am. I chose your family because… "
He smiled at her. "…Takahashi had the most attractive daughter."
"You are very noble, Takahashi," she heard him say, "stupid, but noble. Of course, this is Tokyo, Takahashi. You have two kids, right? You've read to them when they were young, those little fairy tales. But do you have the bravery to tell of how the world really is? They always learn the hard way."
"Well, what am I supposed to do? I can't just let him get away with that!"
"I understand that koi. I know, my daughter was nearly raped this afternoon too! But if you report him, you'll make him angry!"
"Then we're screwed anyway! I have to take care of my family, and I'll do it anyway I can, even if I have to kill him myself..."
"You think you're so smart, don't you?" he smirked, "you should know better by now what I'm capable of. People who defy me are no longer around to brag, and those are of few numbers. I am listened to, people obey me, and their parents are alive..."
"I'm surprised you didn't think about it. If I wanted to punish Takahashi, I wouldn't have killed him. I would've killed you," he said.
Naraku watched her reaction, a smile playing across his features. She was trembling.
"I thought you were smarter than that, Naraku…"
Sango hid behind her mass of hair, her head tilted towards the floor, concealing herself further. "You are the most powerful man in this city, I do not deny that. You have thousands, millions at your whim if you so desire. At the same time, they control you. If you slip up even once, your own life is on the line. And when you grow older and weaker, they will eat you alive, and some other bastard will control what you worked so hard to get. So Naraku, how does it feel to know, to know that no matter how powerful you make yourself, in the end, you'll just be another name on the lists of those you once control?"
The next thing she observed was that the whole side of her face was throbbing in pain, acknowledging the bitter taste of blood in her mouth. The chair she was tied to had tipped over from the impact of the attack, causing her pummel over and bringing all of her weight on her arm and rendering it useless.
Sango brought her eyes up to his. He stood before her, a cold and deadly look on his face that her fear him more than she ever had.
"Tonight, you will die…"
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"Then what good are you!" he yelled back with more force than he had wanted. He wasn't one to yell.
"For the hundredth time, there's no way we get in there without proper consent! We could lose our jobs!"
Miroku clutched the phone and looked outside the window. Her car was in the driveway, she had left all her things at home. She had planned everything, making it look like she was kidnapped instead of leaving on her own will. 'Because self-defense isn't murder. "A person has been kidnapped. It's your job to find them. Period."
"It's only been three hours. You can't file a missing person's claim until they're gone at least twenty-four to forty-eight hours," the voice on the other end replied.
"It doesn't take twenty-four hours to commit a murder," Miroku replied softly, "I hope you're proud of yourself."
He hung up, looming over the phone. Turning around, he hurried out the door.
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Her body went rigid. "I'll kill you."
She shivered as she felt his cold lips against her neck. "You think that I can't see right through your eyes," he whispered against her skin. No one hears your screams, they don't care. You will never be strong enough for them, you will never be good enough. And now matter how many people you surround yourself with, you will always be alone."
Then something broke in her.
Maybe it was the truth in his words, the defeated feeling in her soul, or the years of suppressed emotions, but something in her released from the confines of her sanity, destroying it.
RAGE.
She bit into his shoulder. He jerked away, standing up as he cursed at her. By that time Sango had freed her ankles from their bindings, swinging her legs at him and kicking his leg in. His cry of pain only seemed to drive her onward.
Sango wriggled her arms free, lunging at him with unknown fervor. Multiple bruises marred his body, as they did hers as he fought back. It didn't hurt when he threw her across the room. All she could think about was everything, everything he had done to her and to her family.
She remembered seeing her mother lying in a pool of her own blood.
She remembered identifying her father's corpse.
She remembered the cut marks across her brother's arms.
She remembered him laying in a coma in the hospital.
She remembered Naraku, laughing at her.
She remembered the pain.
She remembered the grief.
She remembered the rage.
And as she grabbed the object lying near her, as he came towards her, as he reached for the gun in his belt, she remembered. Every inch of her soul seethed, and shoved the object into the side of his neck with every ounce of her wrath.
He cursed, pulling the object out of his neck. A syringe. "You bitch. I'll kill you."
Naraku motioned to walk towards her, only to have himself collapse on the ground. His whole left side was numb. His head was throbbing. He couldn't see. Every limb in his body felt like it weight a ton. 'What the-'
Sango rose, looking down at him as she walked towards his crumpled form. "You've been cheated, Naraku. This particular drug is experimental. It causes major blood clots. Nineteen out of twenty people who take it suffer severe heart attack or stroke."
He tried to shoot back an insult, only to find his words were slurred. His body betrayed him, trapped him.
She kneeled down to him so she was eye level with him. "Sudden numbness or weakness of the face, arm or leg, especially on one side of the body. Sudden confusion, trouble speaking or understanding. Sudden trouble seeing in one or both eyes. Sudden trouble walking, dizziness, loss of balance or coordination. Sudden, severe headache with no known cause…" she smiled.
"…You're having a stroke," Sango finished.
He gave no response, his eyes glassy as he looked out into nowhere. Her voice seemed so unbelievably distant.
She stood up again, this time walking towards the table and sitting down in one of the chairs. She picked up her father's gun, inspecting it as it shone in the light from the single lamp. "Three and a half years ago, killing another human being would've been right at the top of my list of things I would never do. I always believed it was easy to destroy a life, but it takes true power to create a life. Of course, my parents were alive then… I was happy."
Sango turned towards him. "Then you came. You shattered a good number of my dreams, tortured my soul, penetrated my mind, crippled my heart and almost made me incapable of loving someone ever again. And I bled because of you. And just when I begin to heal, here you come again. You wanted to be my God… but- if a dream doesn't come true, does that make it a lie?"
Unloading the gun, she stood up. "And I am not your God, either…"
She walked slowly towards him. Placing two fingers against his neck, she sat him up. It was probably too late to solve any lasting damage, but she had to do what she could.
And it was in that position Miroku found her.
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Finally, done with the climax, I've been playing with this scene for as long as I can remember. I knew I wanted it to be something different, and I wanted Sango to take care of it on her own. I had to tone it down a lot to keep it PG-13. The constant deleting of fics several months ago have gotten me paranoid.
And yes, the story is slowly coming to an end, if I get any more ideas I'll make it longer, but it's not going to be any more than thirty chapters at this rate.
And now I have something to share with you all:
www. deviantart. com/ deviation/ 16029928/
preview of the chapter after next. If you tell who it is, you get a VERY nice surprise. Details are in the Author's comments.
Hint: This person was mentioned in Session 14.
Preview of Next ChapterSurvival is not without sacrifice. Without conflict, there can be no happy ending. In order to forgive someone else, you have to forgive yourself.
Session Twenty-five: Epitaph
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Posted 3/19/05