Chapter Three
Disclaimer: Is it just me or does it feel like Christmas...well maybe it's just me, but I'm in my room and it's dark and cold and I have Christmas lights on (don't ask me why) and I'm playing Celtic music...right...; ) So Newayz...Sorry I left you hanging. School...'sigh'...but I'll try to update sooner this time. Thank's to those who reviewed!
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Yeah, just a little thing I though would be fun. Hope you enjoyed! And now, on to the fic!
Cold pain shot through Miroku's shoulder. He staggered forward, clutching his right arm. Warm blood pulsed through his fingers. He turned just in time to narrowly dodge another attack. The placid moonlight illuminated his attacker's face. Miroku's eyes grew wide with disbelief. Sango stood before him, her sword stained red, drops of his blood running down its length. (bettcha u saw that 1 coming)
"Why Sango..." numbness washed over him. Kilala padded softly up to Sango, who stoked the cat demon's head. Sango's eyes, slightly glazed, fixed on Miroku. He froze. Fear suddenly welled up in his chest. She was either really angry, or really possessed. It was just one of those days! Sango advanced, slowly, sword extended, glinting in the darkness.
"Sango...what are you doing...it's me.." He backed up and bumped into something. Turning quickly, he saw that he was trapped between the large boulder and Sango's blade. His staff stood a few feet away. He made a grab for it, but froze as he felt Sango's blade at his throat. Yeah, definitely possessed.
"Sango, snap out..." Sango's blade dug into his neck. Her eyes stared blankly at him, devoid of all emotion. He glanced down to his hands. His staff was touching his fingertips. Sango swung her sword in an arch. Taking advantage of the movement, Miroku ducked and grabbed his staff.
"Sorry Sango," he uttered before swinging his staff at her stomach. To his surprise, his staff whisked through open air. Great! Just what he needed. He turned just in time to block Sango's sword. Now what...? he thought. It's not like he couldn't beat her it he really wanted to, but that was the problem. He didn't want to hurt Sango. Her sword clashed against his staff as the battle raged on. Miroku soon began to realize that his strength was failing him. That and the fact that he couldn't use his right arm. Sango, on the other hand, was still attacking with full power. It was all Miroku could do just to block her.
He was losing. His mind raced frantically for an idea. His foot suddenly slipped on a rock and he went head over heels down a small hill. Getting up dizzily, he realized that he had lost his staff on the way down. Perfect...! Sango appeared in front of him. Miroku sank to his knees, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sango towered over him, sword pointed at his chest.
'So this is how it ends,' Miroku thought numbly. Sango's blade flashed in a glittering arch. Miroku closed his eyes. Sango's blade sliced through the air.
Sorry, couldn't help myself. I promise to be better...maybe. If you people keep the reviews coming, I might be persuaded to write faster. Right now, I'm going to go to bed with my Christmas lights and Celtic music. Read, review, run around the room, do duck calls, but no flames please...bad experiences. See ya!