Ack! Sorry my dearies for not writing sooner, but i was really busy. Anyway excuse the crudeness of the story cause i didn't have alot of time to write. Ugh... my mom's sooo cruel...

"Come on, just a bite," Kikyo coaxed. They were at an inn in a village about two days walk from The Well of Sacrifice. Sango and Miroku had been exchanging looks all morning and had left right after breakfast, with Shippo tagging along behind, leaving Kikyo and Inuyasha alone.

"No, Kikyo, I said I don't want any food!" Inuyasha snapped at her, then added softly, "Not without Kagome, at least."

Kikyo nodded. "I know, Inuyasha," she said gently, "But you need to eat or else you won't be able to rescue her."

Inuyasha looked at her for a moment and then nodded. "Okay," he agreed, "But only for Kagome." He took the bowl of food offered to him and stared at it silently, as if even looking at it brought back painful memories.

Sango shivered as she gazed out into the fog shrouded world. They had finally managed to get away from Shippo but she had a sneaking suspicion that his was hiding somewhere, watching them. She looked over at Miroku and saw in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing. A sudden rustling in the bush confirmed their suspicions.

"Come on, Shippo," Sango said, her voice drenched with exasperation, "We know you're there, so you can come out now." She looked around, expecting to see the familiar shape of a fox demon walking up towards her, but there was no answer.

Miroku looked around too. "We must have imagined the noise," he said finally, "Let's go back to the inn now. The others are probably waiting with Shippo already."

Sango agreed, and followed, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that someone, or something, was following them.

They walked for a few minutes when Miroku suddenly stopped. "Shh," he hissed as Sango opened her mouth to ask what was going on, "I think I heard something." He peered out into the fog but couldn't see anything besides the dim outlines of the trees around them. "I think we're safe, Sango," he turned around to face her, "Sango?"

But there was no response.

"Sango!" he called again with more urgency then before, "Answer me! Where are you?" But the only thing he heard was the wind and the echo of his own voice around him.

Franticly he retraced his steps. "Where are you Sango?" He called, hearing the desperation in his voice, "Stop hiding and answer me!"

Suddenly he heard a noise, faint and weak, calling from the distance. Heading towards it, he saw a still form lying motionless on the ground. A closer look revealed a boomerang and a tousle of dark black hair. "Sango!" Miroku cried, heading towards her. Sango looked up in reply and managed a weak smile. "M…Miroku…" she whispered, her voice drenched with both pain and relief, "Y…you're finally here."

Miroku rushed up to her, throwing his arms around her slender waist. "Yes, I'm here silly," he murmured soothingly, placing a lingering kiss on her lips, "Why wouldn't I be? After all, I did promise you that even death wouldn't separate us."

"Oh, but my dear Miroku, death can separate you, and it will." Miroku looked up, startled, and saw a beautiful woman walking towards him, her red lips parting to reveal a smile.

"Who are you?" Miroku asked falteringly, "What do you want?"

The woman smiled again. "My name isn't important, Miroku," she said, and suddenly her body changed, turning into a serpent, her eyes glowing with lust. "Let's just say that my name is Death," she hissed, slowly advancing towards him, "And I've come to separate you from your precious Sango… forever!"

so did ya like it? I was really depressed and you can kinda tell. Anyway plz comment!