Disclaimer: I don't own anything (do I really have to write this, I'm just doing it cause I've seen everyone else do it.) This is my first attempt writing anything involving angst, my usual writing outside of this is mostly just dark humor and making fun of shit.
Sango
Sango awoke to the sound of chirping birds in her bed. Was it all just a dream, is Kohaku still alive? She tried pulling herself up, but yelped in pain as her muscles ached from the recent battle. Somebody must have heard it because she heard footsteps and turned to see Miroku open the door.
"Sango you're finally awake." Miroku looked elated but exhausted. He must have brought me here after my fight with Kohaku. Just thinking of her brother almost brought tears to Sango's eyes. She had tried so hard, risked her life and the lives of others on the faint hope that she might rescue her brother from Naraku's evil grasp. I should have just ended it when I had the chance, Inuyasha couldn't have stopped me, I was just too weak. She had seen Kohaku kill people and he had probably killed others in the service of Naraku and it was her weakness that had let that happen. Was my life or the life of my brother worth more than anyone else's? Miroku's voice lifted Sango from her thoughts.
"Are you okay? Inuyasha wouldn't say what happened to you."
"Miroku..." She winced in pain even speaking hurt. "I realized that I had been making a huge mistake and so I finished it."
"Finished what?" Miroku was confused, and he should be Inuyasha didn't tell him anything. Sango stopped, saying it aloud would make it permanent while otherwise it was just a dream. "I killed him, Kohaku, my brother." Miroku instinctively recoiled, what else would he do, I just told him I killed my own brother. Kohaku and her had both been killed living on borrowed time until she had been forced to kill him. I t deserve to die, both for killing my brother and for letting him live.
Sango slowly stood on her feet nearly losing her balance. "Sango are you sure you should be walking?" asked the concerned Miroku. She forced a smile and told him everything was fine and that she only wanted some fresh air. Sango walked into her room, stripping off her slayer armor and dressing in her kimono. I don't deserve to die as a demon-slayer, I couldn't save my village, my father or even my little brother. Sango picked up her sword and turned to her Hirakotsu. It had been her grandfather's weapon handed down to the first female slayer in her family line after she killed her first demon. It showed, more than anything her status as a demon-slayer, and I failed in my duty. Sango took her sword and sliced down with all her might splitting the boomerang in two leaving and second thoughts in the dust.
The sun shown on her face as the trees parted into a clearing. It seemed so peaceful; nobody could tell that there had been a battle here only a day before. Inuyasha must have buried the body, I will miss him, I will miss them all, Miroku, Kagome, Inuyasha, Kirara (Whatever the thing's name is) and even Shippo. Sango hadn't seen Shippo or Kirara since she had told her demon companion to fly Shippo to safety while she took care of Kohaku (Hehe I kinda just forgot about them) but it didn't matter, nothing did. Sango raised her sword to her heart and whispered, "I'm sorry," tears streaming down her face.
