Title: Nightmare
Character/Pairing: Sango, Miroku/Sango
Rating: PG-13
c. 2005
Blood. It drips sickeningly from the wound in her back in a steady stream, pooling around her. She turns around, to try and rip the sharp blade out of her body, but freezes when she sees him. His eyes are sightless. His motions are methodical, demonic in their precision and fluidity.
She wants to scream. Stop. Stop hurting him. Stop hurting me!
You will not interfere, bitch.
She falls to her knees, trying to block out his voice. Let him go.
Your wish is futile. He will die as soon as he kills you.
Bastard!
I am flattered, my dear Sango.
And there is so much blood, clogging her nose and mouth, drowning her in that metallic scent. She tries to breathe, but gasps, the thick liquid bubbling on her lips. And the voice laughs, and laughs and laughs.
The last thing she sees is her brother's face.
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"Kohaku!" She bursts from her bed, white tears flying from her face. Across from her, a monk stirs, from where he was only dozing. His voice is hoarse as he calls softly out to her.
"Sango, are you all right?"
And he kicks himself, because, no, she is not all right, because she is whimpering and crying and she is never happy when her brother is mentioned. And so he crawls over to her, carefully leading her back to his bedroll. He lies down and pulls her down beside him. When she begins to mumble protests into his robes, he kisses her hair and quiets her.
She falls asleep to the rhythm of his breathing, and no more nightmares come to her.