I sat in a tent, having just been healed by my mother. Kaede, the village miko and healer, would normally have done it, but she had been among those killed in the attack. Now I had a bandage wrapped around my torso, with a long blood stain running from my right shoulder to left hip. It hurt to move too much, but I got up and walked to the bed beside me anyway. Sangi was just waking up. He would probably have a concussion for a few days, but nothing serious. The thing was he remembered nothing of what had happened the night before, so it was up to me to tell him everything. "Dienku, that you?" he asked, apparently unable to see clearly. "Yeah. Do you remember what happened last night?" Sangi shook his head. "Not much of it, anyway. I know there was a battle, but not much else. Where are mum and dad?"

I didn't know what to say. The truth was too harsh all at once, but how else was I supposed to tell him his father was dead and his mother hadn't said a word since? "Uh, Sangi..." He gave me a concerned look. "What?"He said in a wary tone of voice. "Well...uh...ok, Sangi, don't hate me forever for having to spill the news. I don't know how to tell you. Sangi, your...father. He was impaled by one of the youkai's stingers." "What? How? is he OK? Please tell me he's Ok!" I slowly shook my head. "No Sangi. He's Dead. And your mother hasn't spoken since. We're afraid she'll do something, well... stupid, like kill herself."

Sangi looked at me, eyes huge. "You..you're joking, right? You're just joking." Again I shook my head. I put a hand on his shoulder for a moment, then stood and walked out of the tent. I stumbled weakly, in search of food to stave the hunger gnawing at my stomach. There were the mangled corpses of yokai and villagers everywhere, fighting back the revolting sight, I walked to where my mother knelt over a fire. "Morning mother, has Sango spoke a word yet?" I asked. "No she hasn't, are you ok?" "Ya, just starving." "Well the villagers, or what's left of them, have some food over there, next to the fire." I nodded and strode off. I soon saw my father, giving out orders. Then I noticed a pot of rice, so I grabbed a bowl and ate ravenously 'till I was full then stated to my father,"Sangi deserves revenge, he can't just be told that his father is dead when there's no way he can get back at the murderer..."

He looked at me thoughtfully. "You're right, that's why we didn't kill him. Sangi is going to have the honour, of killing his father's murderer. Go tell him that tonight...he gets revenge." So I went and told him that in the night he will avenge his father, and all he did is say,"And I will do it with my fathers staff... yes, that's how I will do it." by the time he stopped he had a wicked grin. We all gathered that night, to witness the event.
The youkai, was tied to a tree trunk, growling wildly. Then froze as Sangi walked down toward him, father's staff in hand. He stuck the staff in the ground, grabbed a sword form a dead villager, and walked over to the youkai, and after a slight hesitation, cut off the things stinger in a swift moment. He then dropped the sword and walked over to the staff, attached the stinger to the bottom end, and walked back to the youkai. Under his breath he whispered,"...This is for every second of my father's life that you took away!" Then thrust the stinger end into the yokai's neck. There was a gargled noise, then Sangi pulled it out, the stinger coming off the staff at the time, and started slashing and stabbing at the corpses for ten minutes strait. When he finished, all that was left was a torrent of flesh and blood.

Author's note:
Again, very gory, but I hope you all like it, maybe not as good as some others, or has a very good ending but please REVIEW!