Author: Yasmine1
Email: I do not own Inuyasha and gang. Kumiko is my own.
Summary: During a fight with another of Naraku's demons, a girl appears to help fight. Who is she? Why does she know everything about the gang? Is she friend or foe?
Chapter three
(Darkness of my soul)
I knew when I first laid eyes on her that I knew her. From where I wasn't sure, but her being was familiar to me. I can't think of how I know her and that is what bugs me. She is a mystery, popping up out of nowhere as if magic and trying to kill what she deems her only enemy. As if Naraku is not an enemy to everyone that he had encountered and haven't killed. She almost took my best friend away from me in a moment of spontaneity to kill that which we have been trying to kill in so long. And her only answer: If Inuyasha was hit it would have been an accident, as if his life is one to forfeit.
I watched her sleep in Kaede's hut and ask myself will the others care if I rid her from our presence? Will they mind if in the morning she has disappeared? Then when I feel myself rising to enter that hut from my place in my circle of friends I know the darkness is upon me once more. I have hidden it well from them; I think the shard in my back placed foulness in me that was not there before. And it scares me that every time I come around Naraku that he can feel or see that foulness. That maybe he will try to capture me and turn me against Inuyasha, or Shippou, or Miroku or even my dear Kagome. Would they be able to kill me if that ever arise? Would they give me up to darkness allow the stench of evil to embrace me and never try to help my soul? Or would they die trying to free me while I tried to kill them? These thoughts run through my head when I look at her.
Don't get me wrong she is beautiful. Her long hair reminds me of a demon my father once described to me. He had long hair that was white like the clouds on a bright morn. He had two lines on his face the top set of lines were purple and the bottom set were blue. He described that he had only seen him once and that even though he knew him to be a demon and the demon knew my father to be a human and an exterminator, he just kept walking without so much as a fight. My father always remembered that encounter and kept it in mind when he went to kill a demon. Everything that he said to me reminded me of her, the way she talks with a knowledge in her that far exceeds the age that she looks, the way she held Shippou and listened to things even I had not known of him, the way she looked at Kagome in acknowledgement and not as if she was below her.
And that is another thing; I saw the look that was exchanged between the two. As if there was a subconscious blending of understanding. Like they were talking but no words could be heard between the two. And I am ashamed to admit that it worried and angered me. I had hoped that only Kagome and I understood each other and since I had been with her so long that it would be me that understood her mind and not some stranger.
I woke up and stared in the direction of her hut, the flap is opened but I can't make out in the darkness if she is asleep or not. I awoke Kilala and told him to stay as I was just going on a short walk. I get up from my place beside Kagome and walk over to a nearby bush that I know will lead me to a small spring. As I walk I listen to all the sounds of the night, so that I not get ambushed. Upon reaching the spring I knelt down to splash the cool water in my face and take a small drink.
"Sango I can tell that you are not happy with me. And I just want to tell you that I am sorry that I make you uncomfortable."
I whirl around to come face to face with the ban of my existence as of late. She stands tall, about 5-7 inches taller than me. Her hair is blowing on the breeze and she is looking at me with her Hazel eyes, very intently. The moonlight shines for just a second and I swear her eyes turn golden.
"What do you want? I just came out here to enjoy a nice drink and then go back to bed." I spoke to her like my father spoke to me when I was getting on his nerves and he wanted me to go away. Then I sober thinking he will never need me to go away because he is gone forever.
"What makes your face distort so horribly? Is it me or something else that troubles your mind?" She stood and started to walk over to me. Her body moved as if of some divine grace made it so. But I watched in fascination at how she glided beside me.
"It is but a bad memory." I finally said to her after my shock left me.
"Of Naraku I should imagine." A small sneer appeared on her face and for a moment I once again saw her eye color transform. Only not hazel to gold as last time but hazel to a red tint. And I stopped breathing; I had seen a transformation like that which I just saw. Inuyasha's eyes would change like that when he transformed. That led me to believe that she was a hanyou.
"It is but why should I share my anger for Naraku when you keep silent for your own anger." She bends down and placed her hands in the water, cupping some water she sipped and slashed the reminder on her face as I did. She then turned to me and smiled a small smile.
"I have no anger for Naraku, only Hatred and next we meet one or both of our lives will end. That I can assure you of Sango." She stood and walked away her long white hair flowing behind her. I continued to stare after her even though I could no longer hear her footsteps. I turned to the spring and saw my reflection because the moonlight had reemerged. My eyes had grown older and tried since last I had looked at them.
Then I knew. As I sat there and looked at my eyes, at how tried and older I looked. I thought of all the blood that I had seen the lives I had ended and help end with the help of my companions. I realized why she seemed so familiar to me. Why when I looked at her she seemed so much older than her face showed, or why she spoke wisdom when she did speak. Why when she said that killing Inuyasha would have been an accident, why it came out so callus.
She reminded me of me. Her lack of caring reminded me of the foulness that I feel in my soul and the evil that I think comes from my very touch. I focused on my features once more before turning back to the way she walked through the dark bush. And I came to a realization while I sat there.
She reminds me of me because her darkness matches of the darkness of my soul.