Chapter 4: And the reason is you
Miroku and Sango became inseparable as their highschool years passed. A year went by, and it was a week before Miroku's eighteenth birthday. He usually dragged to her to the park to play American football or baseball with his other friends. Nobody at school could figure out if they were dating or not, but some had run into them at the mall, or the movies, in one of Sango's last ditch efforts to get Miroku to do something at least slightly feminine with her.
For some reason, Sango's mother felt that Sango was safer around Miroku. The boy would take care of her if something happened to both parents. Even Kohaku trusted him, and he didn't take to other people very well. Mr. and Mrs. Tanaka had included him in their wills as Sango and Kohaku's guardian, if anything did happen. They were about forty-five, Haeja had a record of bad hearts in his family.
That, however, would not be cause of death. On Friday the 13th, October, 2004, a burglar broke in.
12:16 a.m. Miroku had gone home an hour an a half before, and the household had fallen asleep. Suddenly, a window shattered downstairs. Haeja and Keiko Tanaka sat straight up, and Haeja fumbled for the light. "Keiko, go to the kids."
"Nani?"
"Go to the kids!" She nodded and ran out of the room. A vase broke in the living room. Haeja opened a drawer in his dresser and pulled out a .45.
He went downstairs. The intruder fired a single shot, and Haeja and the gun dropped to the ground. The burglar turned killer heard a scream from upstairs and headed up to the bedroom from where it had issued.
Keiko's throat was torn open by a bullet before she knew it. Her children were splattered by her rapidly cooling blood. Kohaku was next. A hollow-nosed bullet ripped open his torso, and Sango screamed as she was once again showered in blood.
The intruder turned to her and smirked. "So, I leave the ripest apple for last. Your last memory will be my name and voice. Naraku."
He cocked the gun. "I'm actually somewhat sorry I have to kill such a pretty young thing, but you've seen too much."
He pulled the trigger a second too late. Sango had ducked and now knocked the gun out of his hand. She fumbled with it clumsily, then shot the man, that Naraku, in the chest twice.
Naraku collapsed. Sango stared at his body, then at her family's. She went into the bathroom, rinsed her hair out, making sure all traces of blood were gone, then realized her entire family was gone.
She walked downstairs, grabbed a jacket Miroku had left, then walked outside. She walked sedately in shock to Miroku's house and knocked on the door.
Miroku opened it, looking very sleepy and muddled. His hair was down, and he was is a pair of dark purple boxers. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Sango. "Sango? Wh-what are you doing here?"
She collapsed against him, sobbing. Miroku looked confused, then saw the blood on her legs and hands. "S-Sango? What the hell happened? Are you hurt? Should I call the police?"
She nodded, hanging onto him for what she was sure was dear life.