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kittyb78: Lovely beginning? It's not my best work but I was hoping people would like it! Thank you, nonetheless.

Kitty-Cat-13-7: Yeah, I'm glad I got that over with. I was trying to break the two up without getting Miroku's feelings hurt. XD

Lord Batty: YFate is a hell of a lot better an author than I am and no, my story line is far off from hers. Even though the general kidnapping idea is there. In her story, however, Inuyasha had killed off Bankotsu's brothers, not Naraku (like in mine). Our stories differ. You need not worry that it'll turn out the same. I'm sorry you think that its 'A LOT' like her story but the truth is, it's not. So let's leave it at that.

RevealedSecrets: Thank you! Keep reviewing, wink, it's just encouragement for me. xD

sanjan-waves: Yeah. I'm awesome. XD Kidding. O.o; But thank you for the comments!

A/N: Thanks everyone for reviewing! I just wanted to ask if you'd like to see Inuyasha and Kagome scenes. If you do, I won't hesitate to add! But they won't be very long because after all, this is a SanBan story! Once again, thank you and keep reading!

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There was a sudden warmth tingling through her body, and her eyes flickered open. She didn't move, her breathing staunch and her heart beat racing. Sango let her eyes wander warily to the insides of the cave. She could see the fire flickering throughout the cave. She shifted her right arm underneath her body and received a sharp pain in her ribs. She remembered herself floating in and out of conciousness as Bankotsu carried her. The wound from her dagger still stung, throbbing painfully. Sango peeked below her arms to see neatly wrapped bandages below her chest.

Oh Gods, where the hell was she? And what was Bankotsu planning to do with her? Her lips parched dry, Sango's blurred vision strengthened, the clean sight of a man sitting across from herself opened. He just stared, a look of arrogance on his face, his sword lying beside him and his navy blue eyes boring into hers. And then he smirked, causing Sango to stiffen. She scrambled into a sitting position, muffling the agonizing pain she got from her bruised and cut up wounds. Lips white in indignation, Sango retreated herself further away from Bankotsu.

"Don't move," he snapped irritably, the smirk vanished, "I worked on your wounds for a fucking hour. It'll be all a waste then, wench." Sango's lips tightened, if possible, even more. And she tried to to talk only letting out a series of coughs. After a few moments of relentless attempts to lick at her lips in order to shun down her weakness in front of him, Sango whispered, "What are you going to do with me?"

"Nothing too hostile," Bankotsu sneered playfully and then burst out laughing as Sango recoiled trying to push herself into the wall, "Just kidding! I'm only kidding!" Bankotsu grinned, hands pressed against his chest to show her he meant no offense.

"What will you gain if you keep me hostage?!" Sango demanded, eyes darting toward Bankotsu and then to the exit of the cave. The heat she emitted through her body represented how furious she felt, her hair tangled, cheeks flushed in animosity and teeth bared threateningly. Bankotsu smirked at her sudden change in mood; she looked rather adorable. Slightly skeeved but mostly impressed by her stubborn behaviour, Bankotsu shrugged, "You know. That's a really good question. Because I really have no reason for taking you hostage. Except, perhaps to make the half-breed dog angry." He blinked, adding more kindle into the already lit fire.

Sango furrowed her eyebrows, lips pursed yet again. What was wrong with this guy? Taking her hostage to make Inuyasha mad? What in the world had she gotten herself into and this madman--she wondered solely, what he would do with her and how long he would keep her to himself. And they sat in silence, Sango averting her eyes from the mercenary and massaging her ribs lightly. While Bankotsu continued to stare idly, without care.

Minutes passed by and what seemed like an hour, Bankotsu had fell on his back, arms crossed behind his head and exhaling noisily in boredom. He had tried to strike up a conversation with her a few times, asking her about her clothing or offering to change her bandages for her in which she looked up to glare at him icily through her bangs and tried to retreat further away from him as if he were bugging the life out of her.

"You look mighty like him," Bankotsu spoke up once again and then giving her an elevator eye, studying her pink and black clothing, he continued, "And your clothing. Just like his. He talked about you a few times. I think."

Sango snapped her head upwards, eyes widening. At least that got her attention and he smirked victoriously. Unfortunately, his moment of triumph was short lived as tears welled in her eyes. He wished she would just resort to physical violence, women never did play fair. Sango blinked away her tears as Bankotsu's own smile faded into an apologetic expression.

"You know him?" he asked, daringly.

A moment of silence. And then--

"He is my brother." she whispered, head bowed and eyes avoiding his own. Oh how she wished she could hold her little brother in her arms again, instead, she was stuck here with Bankotsu, the stupid mercenary had no idea what he was putting her through. Kami...help me...

"He died though, didn't he? Not too long ago," the moment the words left his mouth, Bankotsu wished he could have pulled them back. Anything, anything was better than what caused his little outburst of truth to happen. Sango had lifted her head, eyes widened in a trance, she uttered, fingers digging into her own hair as if she herself was going mad, "No, you lie!" she shrieked and then tumbling onto her feet, energy lost, her knees bucking, Sango crawled her way toward Bankotsu. Who had half a mind to back away from her. Grabbing both his shoulders, she shook him violently, "You're lying! Tell me you're lying!" she bellowed into his face, face dry but with an unkempt, maddening look on her face.

Bankotsu shook his head, "I'm not lying." he tugged at her calloused hands, trying to get her to calm down, to not damage her already cut open wounds. Bruised face helpless for the moment, everything came crashing down for her. The last hope of, one shred of faith and a life with her own brother, everything was gone. The one thing that gave her strength, the one reason she held onto herself with command and honor, to hunt down Naraku; everything seemed pointless and life was a game at that point.

Bankotsu watched the girl sobbing, moaning, thrashing around in the cave, all thought lost; her fingers clutching herself in agony. She felt her heart thump loudly against her chest, as she felt something heavy slipped down her throat and lungs. She quivered violently, unable to help herself, she looked up, face streaked with upcoming tears and and hair hung loosely against her sweaty face. Bankotsu empathized. He felt deeply ashamed of himself for a moment; he felt pity for the girl as she face him once again, hands grabbing onto his shoulders but this time, lightly, she whispered into his face, "Naraku?" It was a simple question and it meant only one thing. Naraku had indeed taken the shard, no longer satisfied of what became of Kohaku and left the boy as a dead doll, no longer in his service, no longer of importance to him.

Bankotsu nodded as thunder rumbled distantly from the outside of their own cave. Black, ugly clouds slowly floated together in the sky, mating and joining with one another in a lewd move to accumulate enough power to deluge upon the outskirts of the mountain. The sun fought off the black clouds as best as it could, but in what could've been a dark portent of the future, the clouds swallowed up the golden disc and replaced it with a gloomy haze, leaving the place to look less inviting than usual.

Sango drooped herself to the floor, forlorn; she felt unprotected, strangely alone, especially vulnerably weak in between the cocky mercernary's presence. And with arrogance like he would always do, Bankotsu slipped an arm around her waist, which she did not protest and willingly gave in as he pulled her to himself, setting her in his lap. She gave a moan of guilt, which had nothing to do with her wounds and everything with her loss. Bankotsu cracked, "Shut up wench! And sleep! If you move from my lap, I swear I'll kill you. And I'll repeat it once again, I worked on those wounds for an hour. A fucked up hour!" he snarled.

Had he not known, Sango would have voluntarily spoke out for him to kill her. Hoping by all means he could kill her; free her from this damned world. Everything seemed to distant right now and she slipped yet again into a dead faint, head lolling carelessly on his shoulder.

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A/N: I know this is pretty short, but the next update's going to be pretty soon!