A/N: Wow! Thanks so much for all the reviews! That's really awesome! I'm sorry if it takes me a while to update the next couple of chapters, but I have school to attend and whatnot… Anyways, here we go! Chapter 2! "D
Chapter 2
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The Shed
There was eternal darkness and he could fell himself crawling through it, towards her, where she lay. He was sweating and his lips were all salty. He would lick them every so often. He pushed himself forward, through the dark. He could nearly feel her presence. "Sango…" he whispered. "I know you're there… come on… I'm here to help you outta' this mess!" But only darkness and a sharp hissing sound returned his call.
He dragged himself forward. He was now crawling through a black, small tunnel, dug into the ground. He had to press his stomach to the dirt and slither along like a snake to make it through the tunnel. "Sango… don't worry… I'm nearly there… Once I reach you… everything will be okay…"
He slipped through the tunnel into a clearing. Dust and dirt rose in circles around him and he coughed in reaction. He stretched out his arm as he held his other hand over his teary eyes. He felt hair, soft, silky hair. He let his hand feel over a face, a young one. Was it Sango? Had he found her?
A hand reached out and grabbed him by the throat and the young face appeared. "Naraku!" InuYasha wheezed. "Where the hell is Sango? What have you done to her?"
Naraku only smiled and said, "She belongs to me now, InuYasha…"
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InuYasha jolted upright in the tree. The wind whistled in his ears. He let out a big sigh of relief, grateful that it was only a dream and not real. He grunted as he remembered the last words Naraku had spoken in his dream. He shrugged. It was a dream and no more. He would just have to forget about it…
He had to admit he felt all cold and lonely. It was strange not having the cat demon, the perverted monk, the skimpy school girl, and the squirt hanging around him, bothering him all day. He longed to see Sango again, but he knew it was foolish and wishful thinking.
InuYasha frowned. He was about to give himself a break and allow himself to sleep when he heard a sharp, whistling sound.
He jumped down from the tree, making a smooth landing on the ground… or almost… because he slipped and fell over. "What the fuck!" The ground was damp. InuYasha fingered his hair slowly. "Must've rained while I slept…" He snorted and picked himself up.
InuYasha grinned triumphantly, when all of a sudden a chain sickle went flying past his ears, causing him to jump. His heart pounded frantically within his chest. He swiftly twirled around to face his opponent, curiously, though he already knew who it was. "Kohaku," he murmured.
Kohaku's dull brown eyes stared back at InuYasha. "InuYasha…" His mouth hardly moved as he spoke, which gave InuYasha the creeps. "Follow me if you wish to see Sango once again…" Kohaku turned on his heel and easily leapt onto the horde of demons that stood behind him. They carried him off into the cloudy sky.
InuYasha whined, "The one time I wish I had that demon cat around…" He ambled after Kohaku, muttering complaints to himself.
Finally, Kohaku led InuYasha to an old, crooked shed. "She's inside," was all Kohaku said before he scampered away.
InuYasha rolled his eyes and cautiously approached the shed. Something reeked and he was afraid to find out what it was. He pushed aside the bamboo curtain that blocked the entryway. The shed reminded him so much of Kaede's hut.
InuYasha gasped once he stepped inside. "Sango!" he cried out.
Before him, in a wooden chair, sat Sango, one leg crossed over the other. She was dressed in her skin-tight demon slayer outfit, with her black hair tied up in a ponytail that rolled off her right shoulder and just onto her chest. Her head was bowed downwards, slightly, with her eyes gazing upwards meet InuYasha's gaze.
"Sango!" InuYasha repeated in glee. Then he repeated it one more time, this time without such gayness, "Sango…?" Sango's eyes were home to a blood-thirsty gaze. He let his eyes drift to her hands. Her right hand was clasped over the right arm on the wooden chair, but the other on held onto the strap of her boomerang bone, the Hiraikotsu.
Naraku appeared behind Sango, wearing the outfit of the young lord he pretended to be. He wrapped his arm's around Sango's neck. "Can you smell it, InuYasha?" He cackled. "Of course you can!"
InuYasha's stomach churned with disgust as he realized what the strange odour was when he entered the room. Sango was a walking corpse. She would continue to rot, but she wouldn't fall. It was overwhelming. It was, by far, the sickest scheme Naraku had ever come up with.
"Do you know how she died?" Naraku questioned.
InuYasha knew, but he hated the thought of it. "It was… Kohaku…" he muttered.
"Very good, dog boy… You're smarter than I gave you credit for!" Naraku grinned widely. It was a thin smile, like a tiny slit in his face with simple arrows pointing upwards on each side.
InuYasha's hand drifted to his Tetsusaiga,his ultimate weapon… his father's fang. As he did so Naraku laughed. "Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Naraku taunted. "You wouldn't want to harm your dear Sango, now would you?"
InuYasha flinched. "What the hell are you saying?"
Naraku bent down to brush Sango's hair away from her shoulder, his tongue feeling its way along her neck. Naraku's gaze never left InuYasha's eyes as he did so. He backed away from Sango, smiling. "See, InuYasha, Sango is now with the ones she loves!"
InuYasha snorted. "Yeah… the ones she loves, hunh?" He rolled his eyes, but he knew his cheeks were burning red and his heart was probably audible, it was pounding so loudly within his chest. He closed his eyes and swallowed loudly. He was aflame with jealousy and disgust.
He drew his Tetsusaiga. "Ha! If you thought I was going to stain my blade with my friend's blood - then you were dead wrong!" InuYasha lunged forward, roaring with rage.
Sango's body lifted into the air and with ease the Tetsusaiga went right through her chest. Her breath came out all raspy as she gasped. InuYasha watched in horror as Sango slid down to the handle of his blade, the blood trickling down from its tip. Blood was everywhere and the stench of death became worse. InuYasha fell to his knees, still holding the Tetsusaiga with Sango on it, crying out in pain…
A/N: Oh no! I bet you couldn't see that one coming? So much for long chapters, hey? Oh well, it was one page longer than the others… But I hope you enjoyed and I hope you keep posted and I hope you keep reviewing and I hope I don't cry when I write the rest of this story! OO; I'll write more when I have more time - See Ya!
