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Slay the Music

Scene Twenty-Three: The Emotion of Despair

"Everyone on the plane!" Kikyô called to the group that was lazily waiting in the private section of the air port.

"Finally..." Kôga said as he got up with a bone-crunching crunch.

"That sounded healthy," Miroku commented to his new band mate.

"Most definitely," Jakotsu said, even his fiery personality had gone from high to an all time low from their five hour wait.

"God, I wonder if the plane is even safe to travel all the way to Beijing on," Ayame said.

"It's not that far away," Kagome said, "is it?"

"Keh! Of course not!" Inuyasha scoffed.

"Hurry up," Sesshômaru stoically scolded them.

"Yes sir," Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

"So why are you still here Jakotsu?" Kagome asked.

"Bankotsu-oo-Aniki's orders," Jakotsu said curtly.

"Keh," Inuyasha rolled his eyes.

"What, Inuyasha-kun you don't like my presence!" Jakotsu asked in his normal Jakotsu tone.

"No!"

"Aww, Inuyasha, be nice," Ayame scolded.

"No one asked you!" Inuyasha said as he stalked off to his room on the plane.

"Someone's cranky today," Kagome said as she took a sip of a soda.

Ginta and Hakkaku sat down on the couch opposite Jakotsu.

"Hey, man, what's up?" Hakkaku said, starting the conversation.

"Nothing really," Jakotsu shrugged, "I just wish Bankotsu-oo-Aniki was here, everyone present is in a bad mood."

"Yeah," Ginta agreed.

"It would be nice if someone smiled," Hakkaku commented as Sango stoically walked by.

"She doesn't even hear us anymore," Ginta sighed.

"Sango, right?" Jakotsu asked, "The tomboy-girl?"

"Yeah," Hakkaku said, "the one who is more of a man than most of us guys here."

Jakotsu laughed a bit, "she doesn't seem the type on stage, but if she's a he-she, then I guess I wish she would cheer up too."

"Still against women?"

"Most," Jakotsu nodded, "I'm okay with Kagura and Sango though. I don't know many others... Where's Bankotsu-oo-Aniki?"

"In the hospital," Ginta said answering the question that Jakotsu already knew the answer to.

They all sighed. It was going to be a really long day.

Sango bit her lip as she sat down on her bed. Emotions ran through her head and she could not suppress them. In all truths, she felt like dying, and what sparked that passion was the face of Naraku as he impaled Sesshômaru.

It was the same face Kohaku had held that day.

She shook with fear. Naraku had glanced at her ever so slightly, but that was enough to send memories spiraling back to her.

"Kohaku... Chichi-ue..." Sango breathed as she clutched her chest where her heart throbbed.

There was a knock on the plastic door of her small room. She looked towards it and panicked. No one was going to see her like this—vulnerable and weak. So, with no other present options, she switched to her stage persona as the door opened.

"Sango," the concerned voice of Miroku entered.

"What is it?" She asked, not daring to face him.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"No," she answered abruptly.

He sat down next to her and attempted to reach out to touch her shoulder but she slapped his hand away.

"I don't need it..." she whispered.

"Don't need what?"

"All this," she said as she finally looked at him.

Miroku shifted his weight backwards as the look in her eyes penetrated his soul.

"Sango..." he gasped.

A familiar spark of fiery passion showed in her eyes as her name was uttered from his lips.

"No!" She yelled as she harshly turned back towards the window. "I won't have it!"

"Please, come back to us Sango," Miroku pleaded.

"Why should I? To watch you all die trying to fight off your enemy!"

"At least we're trying," Miroku tried to reason. "Stop avoiding the situation!"

"Avoiding! I've spent countless years trying to suppress my feelings and when I finally do try to cope with them, you tell me I'm avoiding my situation!" Sango yelled.

"I—"

"You nothing. Get out."

"I won't leave you like this."

"Get out!"

"No—!"

Sango was suddenly pulled into his arms. She closed her eyes tightly as tears of emotion threatened to leave her.

"Stop holding it back," Miroku whispered.

Sango refused, punching Miroku in the stomach and trying to get him away from her.

Miroku sunk to the ground on impact as the wind was knocked out of him.

"Get out! I don't need your help!" She cried.

Miroku moved to stand but found that he couldn't. "S—Sango..." he breathed as he doubled over.

Sango watched him as he fell to the ground. She panicked.

"Hôshi-sama? Hôshi-sama? Miroku!" She yelled as she shook him.

No response.

Cliff hangar? Maybe? I tried. I'm not feeling like writing so much down here because I'm working on art work for my original fiction on FictionPress. Yes, I'm ruining the lives of more anime characters.

To Be Continued...