CHOICE
rating: PG-13
genre: angst / drama
pairing: Sango / Naraku
summary: When faced with a devil's bargain, would you refuse - or accept? Warning: this is kinda dark; proceed at your own risk. =p
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"Sango..."
The sibilant whisper winds its way through the night and finds its way to her ears. She turns away as if that alone will prevent it from reaching her.
But the gesture is to no avail.
The soft sigh wraps around her and envelopes her in a cool darkness, in the presence of him. It's a cool blackness as dark as the night upon which this tableau is set -
Upon which it is always set.
"Sango..."
The whisper comes again, closer this time. And she shivers as the silky tone smooths over her like a tangible caress tainted with a myriad of flavors.
Sweet...
Bitter...
Coaxing...
Corrupt.
"Sango, look at me."
She resists the seductiveness inherent in that low entreaty. She doesn't want to see him; she can't. Because if she does -
She will see the depths to which she has fallen.
And the fall is deep...
Infinite darkness...
"Sango..."
Tears pool, refuse to fall; for she is strong and cannot show such a weakness to the enemy. But such a thing is futile for even this small act is a pretense only, a small show, a last remnant act of defiance.
It can be nothing else –
Because they both know that he's already won.
"Sango!"
She jerks, startled, stiff.
The sound was sharp, piercing, and she knows that he is losing patience with her resistance. So she obeys the command in his voice; it's hopeless to continue her superficial defiance when she knows where it will lead ultimately lead in the end.
It's where it always ends.
Always.
Reluctantly, she turns.
"Good girl. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
The dark smile in his voice shows how much he is aware of just how difficult it was for her, how it tormented her. He knows –
And he revels in the knowledge.
A touch, a jerk, and then she is pressed against hard strength softened by white fur. Dark heat radiates outward, wraps her in its twining grip and pulls her down and in –
And another piece of her dies –
Just as she dies with each new encounter...
"You know what to do."
She does.
She's done it before.
She'll do it again.
As the night continues winding around her, as the pressing between her and white fur continues, she sinks slowly down to the ground while he towers above her. She knows just how he wants her and she complies –
For she had made a bargain with a devil –
And the devil would hold her to it.
"Sango..."
His dark whispers entrap her, show no mercy, gives her no escape as they hold her in its grips. And she gives up and over, doing what she knows he wants her to do just as she's done before. And she thinks –
Not of him who has ensnared her in his web...
Not of them whom she has betrayed and will do so again...
No, there is only one thought...
...an always present thought that floats in her mind and guides her way, whether it be right or wrong...
And that is simply –
Kohaku.
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owari
rating: PG-13
genre: angst / drama
pairing: Sango / Naraku
summary: When faced with a devil's bargain, would you refuse - or accept? Warning: this is kinda dark; proceed at your own risk. =p
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"Sango..."
The sibilant whisper winds its way through the night and finds its way to her ears. She turns away as if that alone will prevent it from reaching her.
But the gesture is to no avail.
The soft sigh wraps around her and envelopes her in a cool darkness, in the presence of him. It's a cool blackness as dark as the night upon which this tableau is set -
Upon which it is always set.
"Sango..."
The whisper comes again, closer this time. And she shivers as the silky tone smooths over her like a tangible caress tainted with a myriad of flavors.
Sweet...
Bitter...
Coaxing...
Corrupt.
"Sango, look at me."
She resists the seductiveness inherent in that low entreaty. She doesn't want to see him; she can't. Because if she does -
She will see the depths to which she has fallen.
And the fall is deep...
Infinite darkness...
"Sango..."
Tears pool, refuse to fall; for she is strong and cannot show such a weakness to the enemy. But such a thing is futile for even this small act is a pretense only, a small show, a last remnant act of defiance.
It can be nothing else –
Because they both know that he's already won.
"Sango!"
She jerks, startled, stiff.
The sound was sharp, piercing, and she knows that he is losing patience with her resistance. So she obeys the command in his voice; it's hopeless to continue her superficial defiance when she knows where it will lead ultimately lead in the end.
It's where it always ends.
Always.
Reluctantly, she turns.
"Good girl. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
The dark smile in his voice shows how much he is aware of just how difficult it was for her, how it tormented her. He knows –
And he revels in the knowledge.
A touch, a jerk, and then she is pressed against hard strength softened by white fur. Dark heat radiates outward, wraps her in its twining grip and pulls her down and in –
And another piece of her dies –
Just as she dies with each new encounter...
"You know what to do."
She does.
She's done it before.
She'll do it again.
As the night continues winding around her, as the pressing between her and white fur continues, she sinks slowly down to the ground while he towers above her. She knows just how he wants her and she complies –
For she had made a bargain with a devil –
And the devil would hold her to it.
"Sango..."
His dark whispers entrap her, show no mercy, gives her no escape as they hold her in its grips. And she gives up and over, doing what she knows he wants her to do just as she's done before. And she thinks –
Not of him who has ensnared her in his web...
Not of them whom she has betrayed and will do so again...
No, there is only one thought...
...an always present thought that floats in her mind and guides her way, whether it be right or wrong...
And that is simply –
Kohaku.
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owari