I have never received so many reviews at once in my life! I am so grateful. I was so happy for a while, but then I sort of slipped into a depressing mood that is always good to write in. –I like that mood. You should use it more. - I wish I could! My stories would be so good that way. This is the same mood I was in when I had Kira kill Athrun and Lacus in my last Gundam Seed story. –We were the only ones who that ending was truly good. - …
Disclaimer- My will to disclaim was also lost with the will to ramble.
She knew he was faster then her. She knew that if he had wanted to he would have caught her by now. It wasn't fair. Sango didn't know what she had expected from being brought to Sesshoumaru's companions but knew it didn't involve ever returning to Inuyasha.
She had run from the demon lord to tell him she didn't want to come back. But at the moment he was letting her have a head start, making her think she could get away only to get her at the last minuet.
Sango stopped running only to catch her breath. She found herself running a lot more these days. Mostly from Inuyasha, how that made her hate him even more. It wasn't fair, why was Sesshoumaru doing this to her?
'Oh god, I don't want to die.' She thought falling down. She didn't bother to get back up. She lay there on her back facing the sky. It was night time. How quick the sun had disappeared this day.
The moon was showing so brightly, its beauty only challenged by the millions of stars sitting up there starring down at her. She didn't know why or when she started to, but she started to cry.
The tears just wouldn't stop, it's like she had no control, as if she was watching herself from the outside, not being able to do anything. It was a feeling of powerlessness. She hated it so much but for some reason didn't want it to ever end.
It was like a never ending dark enigma falling over her. A dark haze covering all of her surroundings. She could see nothing so there was nothing. It was all a blur but she didn't want to ever see clearly ever again.
This feeling was everything and nothing at the same time. Overwhelming her but not even fazing her all at once. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, (even harder) this sensation was taking her away.
Chills ran up and down her spine. They ran wild over her body, seeming to never come to an end. And then everything just stopped at once. It all just went away and she was left to dry up her tears.
Then after a moment she realized that she wasn't looking at the night sky anymore, it was Sesshoumaru's face. He was just starring at her for the longest time not saying a word. She felt another urge to run but like the first they met in the hot springs his eyes held her prisoner in her won body.
Finally as her tears dried upon her face in that annoying fashion his words reached her ears. "Are you afraid?" he asked. It was the millionth time she had heard him ask but for the first time she nodded her head in a yes answer.
"I wondered when you would stop lying to me, Sango." Her name coming from him sounded so foreign but upon hearing it happiness softened all of her features. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her bridal style.
"I don't know what happened. I can't explain it. I'm just so scarred Sesshoumaru, just so scarred." She buried her head in his bare chest. (He didn't put the robe thingy back on.) His warm body felt so good to her. Letting go was not an option.
"I don't know what happened." He smiled slightly although she couldn't see it. "All those years of holding in the pain and anger that death has brought you. You must face the death in your past in order to have a future."
He sounded as if he knew this from experience and she looked up at him in wonder. "Don't make me leave." She said suddenly holding on to him as tight as she could. "Please, just don't make me ever leave your side. I think I love you."
He kissed the top of her head. She could feel his strong arms shift underneath her. He set her down standing opposite of himself. She was so confused. Had she said something wrong?
He had his impassive expression set sternly upon his face. 'I don't understand.' She thought to herself starring at him with a look of uncertainty. "Love was never a question." His voice cool and blending in with the night time breeze.
A knot in her stomach formed. He pointed up to the sky, at a specific star that seemed to be fading away, lost in the light of its neighbors. She watched him stare up at the sky instead of looking herself.
She dared to even think it but he looked so childlike, so innocent while looking up at the vastness of the sky, mind captured by its magnificence. "You're tapestry," he said after what seemed like forever.
"What about it?" she asked. Her voice sounded so quiet, not her own when she spoke. "You were tying to capture the very essence of what we see now. You were trying to capture the souls of the dead." Her eyes grew wide.
"The dead?" she asked like a child being told for the first time all the amazing tales of the warriors before there time. He nodded. She thought she saw another smile when he looked back at her.
"You thought in capturing your friends' souls in the weaving that you could keep them forever." "What's wrong with that?" she asked getting closer to him. "You can't capture the stars, you can't capture the souls, they need to be in the sky where they belong. And when they souls find peace with the way there loved ones are on earth, they fade away into the afterlife."
She looked up and saw the fading star that he had been looking at earlier. "You're father?" she asked. He shook his head. "My mother." "How can you tell?" she asked starring hard as if she could just see the souls in the stars if she tried hard enough.
"I can't." was his simple answer. They had talked more then he was used to speaking in a month.
She placed her hands around his neck. His face that had held a look of wonder on it looked down to her. They spoke through there eyes. He told her things he would never have told her out loud and she listened to all the beautiful things he could say.
Finally he brought his lips down to hers and there was a long kiss between them. When they broke apart Sango felt as if she had just made a connection with Sesshoumaru that no one else could make. She felt like she made a connection of love. (That's a gay line but I can't think of another. -…-)
"Sango…" she heard her name whispered with venom and turned around immediately. Inuyasha was standing right there, his hand clutching his sword so tightly his knuckles were white.
"Inuyasha." Sesshoumaru spoke emotionless again. "You bastered! She's mine!" the half demon started to charge towards his older brother but Sango got in the way. Her hand instinctively went towards her fan.
"Stop it!" the anger in her voice was more the noticeable by both brothers. Both shocked, one hiding it better then the other. "I won't let him have you!" Inuyasha growled after a moment.
"And I won't let you fight him!" she was protecting her love from her own fears. She was protecting him from death. "Why the hell are you doing this! He's using you Sango. Like he's used so many others. That's right Sesshoumaru, didn't you tell her?"
He was staring at the demon lord, trying to penetrate his mental defenses. "I don't care Inuyasha," she sounded tired and irritated. "Whatever he did in the past has nothing to do with now. It has nothing to do with the way he is now."
Even as she said this she could feel her loves body tense from behind her. "But is does dammit! Just ask him what happened, you don't want to be with a bastered like him."
He sounded so sure of himself that she couldn't wait until she proved him wrong. She turned around to the demon lord. Face impassive as always. "Just tell me so he can shut up." He shook his head refusing her request.
'What? Why won't he tell me?' "I don't care whatever it is." She assured him but he still would not say anything. "Some things are meant to just let die." He whispered so only she could hear.
"I'm evil demon slayer," she remembered him saying. 'Is this thing that you want to put behind you the reason why you consider yourself evil?' she wondered. "Like I said it doesn't matter."
Inuyasha smirked in an evil cocky manor. "Let's just see if you think that same after I tell you."
Chapter 6… I feel so bad! I almost stared to cry in gym today, twice. I hate gym. I hate school. I hate it all! I swear if tomorrow isn't any better I'm gonna break down for no reason at all. Why couldn't they have just put me in art class like I asked?