I don't own InuYasha.

This is my last update of the year! Yaaay! I wasn't going to post this until 2006, but I finished it well and I think you all deserve a present. :3

But know this! The final chapter is next an it will be the LONGEST chapter you have ever read (ieee), so please be patient with me while I work on it, I need it to go out with a bang (literally) so PLEASE dont complain about a late update! I hope this sotry has been good and everything you guys hoped for.

Now this here chappie may be a tear jerker, just a warning..

It was a place...between asleep and awake, a time within the bounds of bitter reality yet, hazed by the powers of fantasy...

Confusion was mistaken for dreaming here, but you never see any of the victims complain about it. It was...nice. It was nice to have this feeling of warmth, even if it only lasted a few seconds...It was nice seeing the pink fog if dreams even if the place you were in wasn't nice and pink at all.

Drip

Drip, drip

Drip, drip, drip

Cold drops of water upon her cheek awoke her from her dream of inner serenity, however, her eyes stayed closed, begging the Gods to send her to that bliss again. Within seconds, the pain came back and her whole body ached, as well as her skull. Her brows furrowed in irritation and pain before going back to the relaxed position she was in before awakening.

Her honey eyes opened slowly to their midpoint and she found her glazed gaze unable to focus. Staring ahead for more than a few moments, she could hear her heart beating slowly in her chest. As soon as her vision cleared however, she felt the nausea return to her.

There this suicidal angel lay, alone on the concrete ground, her soaked chocolate tresses sprawled around her.

Alone? No...she wasn't alone, for to the right of her, she could see another broken body lying motionless. Who was this being? She didn't know, she couldn't remember; it was as if her mind kept resetting itself like a worn out video game, yet the damage done to it stayed.

She was hurting, not only outside, but inside.

And because of her memory reboot, she couldn't figure out why, she felt lost and confused, afraid of everything around her...Who was she? Where was she? Why was she alone?

Alone...that word; she hated it.

Her body didn't move, she didn't try, she simply relaxed her muscles, not allowing even one to move. The rain above drizzled down upon her and her unconscious companion...

He was unconscious, right?

Right?

She lifted her head from the cold ground only a few inches and looked over him. His chest wasn't moving...

She found herself reaching out to his body, just being able to touch his face with her fingertips. His face..she remembered his face, but not like this. He always smiled...always held a nice, warm smile...

...Why...why wasn't he..moving? Why wasn't...he breathing? Was he...was he dead...?

Sorrow welled up...sorrow and pain. She found tears rolling down her cheeks, blending in with the rain that seemed to beat harder and harder upon her form. Why was she crying?

"M..M-miroku..?" Was that his name? Yes...Miroku..

He didn't answer, not even the slightest twitch. No, he couldn't be...he wasn't..

"Miroku...get up.."

Nothing.

"Miroku?"

Nothing.

"Miroku!"

Nothing, still.

Her heart beat faster and faster with every plea and even more so when there was no answer from him. He couldn't be dead...he was all she had left, he couldn't just leave her alone!

Despite the fact her body ached, she crawled over to him, hot tears still streaming down her face, rain still beating down against her. She sat herself up and pulled him close, resting his head on her wet lap, and she looked down at him...

He wasn't going to open his eyes...he had left her alone.

'He's gone.'

'I'm alone.'

'Alone...'

'Forever..'

She touched his cheek and mourned for him, mourned for herself and mourned for him. "I'm sorry.." She whispered, trying to smile, "It's my fault...It's always been my fault. You wouldn't have left me in the first place if it wasn't for me," Her fake smile faded and turned to a look of anger. "And you wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for me..." She brushed his cold lips with her fingertips. "I've always loved you...I'm sorry we didn't mention that before..I'm sorry.."

Sango pulled his body closer to her then, kissing his dead lips one last time. "I should have listened to you in the beginning.."

"Hey miroku?"

"Hm?"

"Do you believe in happy endings?"

"Happy endings?"

"Yeah, like in fairytales..."

"...No."

"Why not?"

"Because happy endings only exist in those fairytales."

"What makes you think that?"

"Because in reality, everything ends in death."

Sango looked up at the tainted sky just as the thunder decided to roll in. "Why!" She screamed, the tears never ceasing, "Why did you have to take him too! Isn't my family enough for you! Isn't family enough?"

The sky boomed again, as if arguing with the mortal. "Give him back!" She screamed again, "Give him back!"

Lightning painted the sky, and Sango gave up, her head falling back down and resting an Miroku's chest. "I don't want to be alone anymore..."

As if the gods changed their minds about who they wanted...Miroku opened his eyes, but immediately winced at the pain shooting through his body. Oh..he would be broken for a while...

First he noticed that he was looking up at the sky, which was dark and raining on him. Then he want to the realization that he was wet and cold. Next, a very sharp pain in his ribs hit him because someone was laying their head against him. When he realized it was Sango, he simply smiled.

"Crying over me, huh?"

Sango didn't want to look up, she though she had been hit in the head a little to hard and now she was hearing Miroku's voice in her mind. No, she wouldn't look up, she didn't want to see his dead form beneath her...

"Hey...you're hurting me."

She jumped up then, removing every limb away from his body. Her eyes were wide, now being met with his blue orbs. He was alive...

He was okay..

He tried to give her that stupid, goofy smirk but it was washed away with a painful gasp as he tried to sit up. It appeared that some of his ribs may be broken...

"Miroku..?"

"I'm okay...We're both going to be okay.." He tried to assure her as he pushed his body to stand.

She wanted to hug him, wanted him to hold her, she wanted to jump into his arms and stay there forever...however, the reality of the situation was great and she realized that the two of them soon had to fix the problem they got themselves into.

'Soon,' Sango promised herself, 'Soon, Naraku will be rotting in the ground for what he's done.'


There. HA! Glad I didn't kill em' off? Heh, heh...Well, I WAS going to make Miroku die and make Sango go and kick Naraku's ass by herself, fail at it, then he'd just pop up in a dramatic twist to save the day...

However, I decided against it. I have a better idea...Mwahahahaha... Happy New Years Everyone! I luv jooo!