Yoga Class

Chapter Twelve: Disappearance of All

Here I am, updating shortly after only a week. I want to thank everyone who reviewed me and I'd greatly appreciate if you'd review me again. I updated sooner, or attempted to, and I suppose I succeeded. Don't be alarmed by this chapter if it's…out of place, or makes no sense. I'm not sure if it even flows or sounds good. I just woke up and wanted to update. , Sure beats my monthly updates, Ney?

Reviews:

Kagome of Darkness: Funny, I wasn't expecting it either, lol. Thanks for reviewing and please review again.

Kurayami22: Thank you, and glad you liked the cookie. Thanks for reviewing and please review again.

Muffins McKenzie: I shall, and thanks for reviewing and (as always) please review again.

TC – Thank you and thanks for reviewing. Review again, Ney.

YoukaiTajiyaSango: He somehow can teach it, I haven't actually said how yet. It's rather bizarre. Kicky is actually cousin to the principal of the school. Eh, I don't know how to spell. Mochas Gracias!

Animelover: Thank you and thanks for reviewing, please review again, nyo.

Sangonesan: Ha. I certainly don't mind straying from Yoga. Yoga is fun but only well you're able to prop your leg on your back going OVER your head. I cant' do it. I can't do that and gymnastics. Thanks for reviewing and please review again!

Zimfry23: Well, my friend told me she didn't want the Samara idea. She's also the one who said the whole "pink fairie" thing was stupid-and I guess she's right. I love Miroku and Sango too-though Sesshomaru is awesome too…Thanks for reviewing and please review again, and I hope your computer is better.

Lady-Sango77: I shall, and thank you, and thanks for updating.

Ocean Lore: Yeah, gets booted AGAIN. I can't believe they took it off that first time! That bit big time. And thank you for defending my story with your spork. Hey, I like Kikyou too-when not dead of course. Please review again!

And onto the story, Ney:

Miroku sat in his study, glancing over the pages of his Yoga book. Their assignment was to use Yoga and discover their past selves. Jaken seemed to be up front on all the things Miroku could do-knowing what Buddha charms Miroku could learn, or what jumps he could make. Jaken had discovered it for everyone, even his beloved Sango.

Now he sat, deeply disturbed, in thought, glancing at the books his grandfather and father had saved for him-all dealing with being a monk. As he looked through the pages of them, he found himself blacking out at times, seeing visions-but perhaps they were only daydreams. Of this, he couldn't be certain.

With his hands folded under his chin he stared into the lamp lit beside the books. In it he saw his Sango, in a different dress, with hair pulled low down her back. As he stared harder she began to move, appearing to fight, but fighting appearing to tear her up emotionally, as well as physically. There went a chain scythe into her back. Miroku leapt to his feet and in furry cried out her name, "Sango!"

He grabbed the lamp, commanding it to show him more. "Where is she?" He got onto his knees and cursed himself for being impatient with the gods, then stood and quietly prayed to them. He turned from the lamp and instead gazed into a fireplace, concentrating on the flames. Soon he saw his Sango again, her eyes closing, her body lying with a younger one, his face quite the same to hers. Her brother…

Miroku turned and picked up the phone, calming himself before dialing her number, watching outside the window into the black sky as he waited. One ring; two, then three times it rang; he found himself growing ever impatient. Quickly an answering machine message picked up, and he heard Sango's voice:

"I'm sorry, I am not here right now but if you leave a message I'll get back to you-"

"Or me!" Her younger brother's voice jumped in.

"Yes, or Kohaku. 'Bye."

Beep.

Miroku paused; not knowing what to say, then very calmly began. "Where are you Sango? I am worried; I need you here with me. I have to share with you what I have discovered of myself-"

Beep.

He gazed at the receiver, the voice mail cut off. With that-he knew he had to travel to her home. Miroku grabbed a coat and ran the entire path to her home, not so far from his beautiful house. As he reached it, he rang the doorbell, slamming his fist onto the door. Many moments passed before he grabbed the handle, turned it, and slammed his body against the door. The wood, old and peeling, splintered slightly. Miroku heaved himself upon it again-feeling pieces cut into his slightly. This time the wood cracked, and the door spilled forward onto the floor.

After quickly collecting himself, Miroku jumped up and dashed inside, going through the living room, and partial dining room, then to the kitchen, all the while calling out here name. He checked inside the bathroom, finding evidence of a previous shower. Perhaps he was overreacting and they had gone out? No, what he saw was real and it frightened him.

He entered upon her brother's room, Kohaku. Looking around he only saw exactly what his room had been at that young age. A small bed with messy sheets and blankets, on the walls were posters of racecars and anime images, and on the floor there were litters of toys and games that were never put away. On the desk sat a lamp with messy papers holding B and B-. After checking the closet he turned and ran the rest of the way to the hallway.

Into Sango's room he went, noting with a quick smile the pictures of Miroku and her she had pinned above her bed. Her clothes were laid out for the next day over her chair, and she had been writing something. He had no time to glance at it. He opened her closet and found nothing but clothes, some neatly hung up; others throw over the hangers and some on the floor. He looked back at her room, seeing nothing but the bookshelves and the posters of celebrities.

Dejectedly he stepped into the living room, feeling himself on the brink of all emotions. Where had they gone and where was he going?

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It was all happening so fast! Sango had once been sitting in her room when all went black from looking at the moon, the image that she couldn't turn from was seeing Kohaku, happy and sitting on the steps, a little fearful of fighting, because of his good heart. No sooner had she decided to turn when everything was gone, the world, her mind, and she found herself above everything, watching herself on the ground, fighting and living. It scared her.

She felt all the pain that her earth image was feeling. Soon, that pain was becoming greater and greater. Kohaku had turned on them! He had been so young, but so strong. But inside she knew it wasn't him, she could still save him! She had been stabbed, and staggering, had fallen on him, his body dead as hers appeared to be.

"This has to be it," Sango whispered, watching her Earth self, with arrows stabbing into her, dying. They were buried, and Sango awoke, still alive. She mourned Kohaku, crying for him. Then she saw the silver haired hanyou. It was Inuyasha!

Soon, there was Kagome and Miroku, just as lecherous as ever. Then, she was stealing Tetsaiga, and she was jealous of Miroku's young friend who wanted so badly to be his lover. It was all happening so fast!

There was a moment when everything blacked out once more and Sango found herself, not above her body, but in her body. She stood and glanced around, but no one was there. The sky was clouded darkly and lightning ran downward in one spot.

She began walking to that spot. As she walked her mind raced. What had taken place? Was this the past life that they had been trying to discover, or was she asleep? But she was feeling pain! And to make sure, Sango took her knife and gently cut into the top of her arm. She winced. Yes, she was still feeling.

As she walked, holding a torn piece of cloth over the cut, she could hear voices arguing and how familiar they were! Two males, she noted. She hurried, happy to finally hear them!

"Inuyasha!" She cried, coming in on him and Kouga of the wolf tribe arguing heatedly over Kagome, who sat on a rock looking thoroughly annoyed.

"Kagome!" Sango cried, and Kagome cried her name. They hugged each other then turned to glare at the arguing two. Slowly, Kouga and Inuyasha realized they were being watched. They turned carefully to glance at Sango and Kagome, who were watching him in a glare.

"Eh…" Kouga was off, not before giving Inuyasha a slap on the face.

"That bastard slapped me!" He at once started to take off after him, but Kagome, being wise, grabbed Inuyasha by the ears and held him back. He yelped and sat on the ground, rubbing his delicate ears and muttering, "wench," repeatedly.

There was a soft voice speaking; evidence of how wise it was in the voice of words. Sango knew this voice and she jumped into Miroku's arms, glad he was finally with them.

Miroku smiled at her, and hugged her quickly, pulling her back to make sure she was all right. "I was worried, I searched your house and um…have to buy you a new door-"

"WHAT? YOU BROKE MY DOOR?"

"It was purely out of love to save you by sweet!"

"DON'T 'MY SWEET' ME, YOU LECHER!"

Miroku only smiled at her and pulled her deep into his arms. He hugged her tightly, smiling at how she relaxed at once. Kagome gave an "aww" and returned to comforting Inuyasha, whose feelings had been rather hurt by the sharp pull on his ears.

Sango pulled away, after making sure her face was no longer red. Miroku glanced up at the sky, watching the black clouds. "Miasma," he said, looking to Inuyasha to confirm. Inuyasha stood, nodding his head and looking toward it. "I can smell the stench of the vermin who is behind this…" His eyes narrowed.

Kagome questioned him, "Who is it, Inuyasha?"

"That's an easy one, who else would be willing to slaughter humans as dogs with no place in the world? Only my half-brother-Sesshomaru."

That's it for now. Let me know if it's lacking something.

I kind of want to start a new fanfic but I have no idea what exactly would make a great fan fiction. Some of mine have been rather…stupid and I realized it and ended them quickly. Gah.

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