A/N: Thank you to the few who have sent me reviews. The reason why I don't review back is because I forget who reviewed me. I don't have the Internet at home because I use dial up too often and ran up the phone bill to 200 dollars. My mom cut it off. Any ways I spend my time writing at home and then use my USB to post it on the net at school. But I give a shout out to my number one fan girl out there that I actually remember, Dark Emotionless angel.

Chappie # 8 3 Down 5 To Go

Sango walked away from Shippo as he leaned against the fragile looking water fountain. She headed back up the stairs and saw that Kagura was still sexually harassing Miroku.

"SOOOOOO! Miroku babe, are you with any one right now? You know, single." Kagura winked at him. Sango began to fume, she knew she was jealous but just didn't want to be. He seemed to have no problem flirting with other women. Maybe she did lose her chance with Miroku. She should have accepted his offer that month ago. To be his one and only… She has made many mistakes in her life, but now she felt that this was one of her biggest mistakes ever.

Sango took one last look at Miroku and walked away with her shoulders slumped and held her head down. She felt like crying. If I lose Miroku then I don't know what I'll do… I feel do strongly about him. Ha… I guess I'm in love with him… ha… Sango slid the shoji door open and walked inside and closed the door firmly. She pulled the hatch down to lock any unwanted visitors, besides she needed some time alone to think.

Miroku watched Kagura show off her cleavage in the tight Kimono she wore. He was hypnotized as she moved and bounced around. He wanted to touch them. Some thing out of the corner of his eye moved. He turned and saw Sango turn away from him. Her head was hung low and tears weld up in her eyes as she walked back to her room. He watched her as she slid the shoji door open and listened when her heard a click. She must have locked her door… He wanted to know if her crying had something to do with Shippo. And if it did then… Miroku had to get away from Kagura and go see if Sango is okay. The love of his life was she after all.

"Ano, Kagura, I must leave to go speak with my friend Sango." Miroku excused.

"Oh why do you always have to speak with her? You never have time for the other ladies… you know we can go have some fun right now…" Kagura said to him seductively. Miroku new exactly what Kagura had in mind and hesitated in his answer. Instead he decided to play dumb.

"Shippo might be willing to have some fun with you." Miroku suggested dryly. He quickly got up and left down the hall towards where Sango's room was. When he reached the door he knocked on it softly. "Hello? Sango? It's me Miroku."

"I know who it is! Go away."

"Sango koi, come on open the door for me. I'm your friend. Remember?"

"Yes I remember you baka, now leave me alone!"

"What is wrong, you can tell me." There was silence at the other end of the door as he leaned on it. He was hoping that Sango would let him in so he could get down to the bottom this crying business. "Sango koi, I will keep on bothering you and won't go away until you open the door." There was a few moments of quiet as Miroku her some shuffling in side. Sango unlatched the door and peeked it open.

"There I opened the door now go away." Said Sango as she immediate shut the door again. But she was to slow. Miroku forced the door open and stepped inside to see Sango's weeping form. Miroku closed the door quietly behind him and gathered Sango up into his arms. He hated to see his Sango cry and be sad. It just hurt him beyond words.

"Sango, Sango, it's okay you can tell me." Miroku rocked back and forth slowly. He wanted her to stop crying. Now.

Sango shook her head and stayed silent and cried some more into his shoulder. Miroku allowed her crying to continue for a few more moments before asking another question.

"Sango, was it Shippo that made you cry. Because if her did make you cry then I can go solve that problem." Miroku threatened with a quietly joking voice.

"Kinda." Sango replied with a slightly hoarse voice.

"Tell me." Sango then nodded her head and proceeded to tell Miroku what Shippo said to her. It started out with Miroku just nodding along until the last part where Shippo proclaimed his undying love and devotion to her. Then Miroku's body went ridged as she told him that she said that she would think about it. What! Sango you can't do that to me. For years, I have been planning this type of speech and proclamation of love to my one and only. Now that I found you, this Shippo came up with it in just a month? What the holy hell!

Miroku began to stroke Sango's hair soothingly. Well more soothingly meant for him instead of her. He pulled Sango away from his body and stood up leaving a red-eyed girl on the ground still drying her tears.

"Well, do you want to be with him?" Miroku asked. He knew it was a stupid question since he knew that Sango wouldn't go after a guy she only knew for about a day no matter how much he said that he loved her.

"Miroku kun, I have no one else that loves me the way he does. I have no relationship with any other man. I will never have a chance like this again, you know? To be with some one who loves you." Sango whispered sadly. Sango, if only you knew that I will love you as much as he. I will adore you, love you, and devote my every fiber to you. That is how much I love you…

"Yes Sango chan, but you didn't answer my question." Please say no, please say no…

"I don't know Miroku. If only the man I love said he loved me first…" Sango eyes began to water up. She couldn't help it. The man she loved stood blissfully unaware in front of her. What else is she suppose to do? She can't just come right out and say it. She's not even sure if Miroku likes her that type of way any more. One month is seems like a long time to wait for him. He probably moved on to that Kagura girl. Sango sighed and drooped her shoulders.

"Sango? Do you love some one?" Miroku asked quietly in a hushed voice. He watched as Sango turned away from his gaze and blush. She nodded after a minute and Miroku felt somewhat soothed that she loves some one. Wait! What! She loves some one! I can't believe it. It better be me or else that person she's loving is gonna get it. Miroku shook his fist mentally at the invisible man.

"Who?" Miroku asked again but sadly this time. Alarmed Sango looked up quickly and saw Miroku's forlorn violet eyes. They sparkle as much as they did a minute ago.

"Gomen nasai Miroku kun but I can't say until I'm sure that he loves me back." Said Sango as she dragged her sleeve across her face to get rid of the stray tears.

"And how will you know that he loves you if you don't tell him first?"

"I'll back him into a corner and trap him like an animal. Then I'll force him to say that he loves me if I have an inkling that he does still have some feelings for me." Sango smirked triumphantly. She got up and dusted her well-fitted Kimono.

"Wow, harsh." Miroku chuckled. The guy you love is pretty lucky Sango… he doesn't even know ho lucky he is does he?

Several Hours Later

Miroku sat inside of Sango's room as she pleaded him not to leave her alone during the night when the game begins. Every one was on edge when Shiori disappeared. Now there is a chance there will be others disappearing too. Miroku lay sprawled across Sango's futon as she massaged his back. It took him hours to convince her to do this, what did she have against touching him?

"Miroku kun? Do you think any one else is going to disappear?"

"Hai, at least one will… I hope its Kagura."

"What! Why? Don't you like her?"

"Actually I don't, she's to smutty for my taste." Miroku grinned. Sango gave a, what it seemed like to him, relieved 'oh' and continued to massage his back firmly. Miroku closed his eyes and began to nod off when… Ring.

The bell rung. Hesitantly Miroku and Sango got up from off the floor and stepped out of the warm inviting room. They saw that everyone else was also out there waiting for what was to come. Each person nodded to the other. Shippo stared blankly. Kagura fanned herself with a bored expression. Jaken fidgeted. Kuranosuke looked around nervously and Koga scratched his rear rudely while yawning until the quaking began. They couldn't tell what side it was coming on. They should run and hide now. Everyone split up, except for Sango and Miroku, and went their separate ways hoping that what ever was coming wasn't going to find them. Sango and Miroku were just about to make their way down stairs when they heard a screech behind them. They turned around slowly. What they saw behind them shocked them to no end. Another monster. Several of them this time.

They were a pale pasty pink, (think uncooked chicken); it looked like a cross between a pig and gremlin. Its nose was pushed high onto its head and it had large sagging hideously orange eyes bulging out as they bored holes into Sango's chest. They slithered on the floor slowly. The pasty pale skinned monsters had tentacles for hands and stumps for legs. The demons slowly made their way towards them on their stomachs. They all made muffled screeches.

Sango made a terror inflicted face and ran. Miroku followed. Sango turned to see three of the monsters jump up onto their stump for legs and hobble after them quickly. They swished their tentacle like arms back and forth furiously and a gasp that sounded as if they cam from children came from their drooping mouths. Sango wrinkled her eyes and couldn't believe she might just die that night. The monster flicked its tongue out and cackled like a child and ran even faster on their pasty pink stumps.

There were three of them. Which way to go? Miroku was running beside her now and up front was a fork in the hall. Which way to go? Sango ran left and Miroku ran right. All the monsters followed Miroku instead of Sango. Sango turned around quickly and was about to follow until she caught the slight nod from Miroku. He's going to be okay…

Sango quickly ran into one room. One very old dusty room. The floor was covered with dust that clouded about as Sango stepped into the room. The room was lit with one pale yellow lamp; the light hardly reached the odd corners of the room, and in the center of the room stood a lone sleek black piano. Sango walked up to it still worried that something might find her and ran a slender finger across the dirty surface. It made a small squeak. Pianos don't squeak. Sango backed away from the piano and into a dark corner. She sat down and wrapped her arms around her legs trying to sense any danger. The room was eerily quiet except for the occasional moan of a floorboard. Why they moaned when there was no one there to apply pressure? She didn't know. She tucked her head in between her legs hoping that it wasn't long until the night was over. She was afraid. It would be a long time until morning would come and she knew it. She worried over Miroku. What if those things caught him and were doing horrible things to him right now? She would just have to wait until morning.

There were screams heard through out the whole hour she sat in the quiet dark. Obstructed images lined her vision as she stared in the darkness. She thought of so many fairy tales that had such monsters that she dreamed of now. She let out a quiet shallow breath.

"Dou, Ray, Mi…"

Sango froze. A tingling sensation ran up her spine. Did I just hear something? Maybe I was imagining it…

"Fa, So, La, Ti, Dou…" the small child's voice echoed through out the darkness.

Sango knew she wasn't just imagining it now. Was something in the room with her? Maybe it was just a little girl in there with her. But wait, there weren't any children here, were there? She heard a ghostly sigh near her ear. Sango shakily turned her head… but nothing was there. "Who's there?" Sango choked quietly.

A/N: Sing along to the tune of Hush little baby don't say a word.

"Hush little baby don't you cry," Sango was about to sob now, "tonight someone is gonna surely die," Sango shook relentlessly, "And if that person goes and screams," put her head down and shrunk into herself, "I will have blood spattered on my dresses seams." Sango breathed in shakily and stood up while clutching her kimono close to her. She was about to step out of the darkness when something moved on the piano.

Sango gasped.

It was a small pale detached hand. What was it doing lying on the piano? It certainly wasn't there when she came in. Sango inched closer to the piano and slowly stepped out from the darkness and out of the protection it offered. The hand did not move. Sango inched even further in. When she reached the edge of the piano she slowly reached her hand out to the detached one. Her fingers lightly feathered across the ghostly skin.

"Don't touch me!" something hissed and then hand surprising jumped up and grabbed onto Sango's wrist. Sango flailed her arms uselessly and the hand dropped onto the piano making a cacophony of noise. The small nimble fingers danced away one the keys and disappeared into the corner of darkness. Everything was still. Sango listened carefully and heard small padded sounding steps. The hand wasn't as noiseless as she thought. It loudly thumped across the floor and dodged out from under the piano and climb up onto Sango's leg. Sango had tears streaming down her face now. This is one of the single most scariest moments of her life. She didn't want this.

Sango hyperventilated and grabbed the hand. The fingers flexed and the hand was clammy and cold. The skin began to sag and Sango felt as if her own fingers would fall off. She threw the hand across the room and the hand hit the wall but the odd thing was it went right through the wall. Sango stared at the wall that the hand hit and sank down to her knees. She covered her face with her hands and wept. She crawled back to the dark corner where she can keep an eye on every thing just incase the hand decided to come back and make her suffer a heart attack. Soon Sango's weeping quieted and she fell in to a dreamless sleep.

The run rose and Sango slowly began to awaken. The sun peeked through the dust caked windows bathing the room in an dim yellow brown glow. She rubbed her eyes and every thing from the night before came back to her in a rush. She tensed and looked around the room checking if that mysterious hand still lurked in the corners or on top of the piano. Nope, everything was clear.

Sango shifted from her seat on the ground and heard small foot steps coming towards her door. I hope it's not one of those monster things. Oh no! Miroku! I forgot about him!

Sango jumped up and ran out the door. She bumped into something hard and would have fell back if she wasn't caught by a strong pair of arms. She looked up to see that face that she longed to look at. Miroku's.

"Miroku!" Sango flung herself into his arms and clung to him. "I thought I would never see you again. After what happened tonight… I was sure that I would die!"

"Sango koi, you will never die as long as I am alive." Miroku answered in relief. He had been looking for her all morning.

"Sango koi? Did something else happen after the monsters follow me instead of you?" Miroku questioned. He received a nod from Sango and she told him of what happened in the room. Miroku was silent as he thought.

"Sango, that may be the spirit of the child trying to warn you. Children must love you if this one is willing to disturb her own peace in order to do this."

"But Miroku kun! The hand attacked me! And that song the child was singing was very threatening." Sango huffed as the walked back to the main hall that lead to their rooms.

"A child's spirit is never evil by nature Sango. People have different ways of warning others I guess." Miroku shrugged and Sango told him 'what ever' and flipped her finger at him. Miroku quickly bit her finger lightly and winked at her. Sango pinched him and strutted off to her room to gather her knew clothing. She needed a bath any ways, she spent the whole night sleeping in dust anyways.

After Sango was done with her bath and dawned her simple kimono she stepped out side of her room again. Everyone was gathered down the hall. They seemed to be looking at something on the ground. Curious as Sango was she slowly made her way towards the group. She noticed that Jaken Kuranosuke were missing. She was about to ask when she caught sight of what was on the ground. That shut her up.

On the ground were bloody streaked handprints as if the person who put them there were dragged off in the midst of pushing their palms against the ground. They small and perhaps belonged to Jaken. There was no evidence as to what happened to Kuranosuke.

"3 down, 5 to go." Kagura whispered.

A/N: Send me some reviews and tell me whether you like all this horror flick stuff because I'm starting to like it!.