I Think She is the One
By: Mangahottie740
Chapter Five. A Journey Begun
The path is hard, my feet are scarred,
But still I travel on,
The wind is strong, is this all wrong?
Am I searching for what is already gone?
But still I do not shiver, I will go thither,
To where I think is right,
To find the girl, who could make my dreams unfurl,
With the boy that I love and lie down to at night.
The wind whipped cruely at her tear-stained face. It had a biting chill to it that reached to her very bone; she shivered violently. Her arms were clasped around her, in an attempt to make her warmer, but it was in vain. It was freezing.
She decided that the cold did not come wholly from the air about her, nor did it come from airs from afar bearing the cold, but rather it came from the chill in her heart.
At what she had done.
She still found it hard to grasp that she had left Inuyasha in the tent, leaving to find his former girlfriend. But it was the only way to be with him. To have sex with him.
To fufill his needs.
She knew that he wanted the ectasy of it all, and that he wanted to share that joy with her, but still it made her quite sad to think of Inuyasha overpowered by sex. She didn't like to think about it.
But she constantly did.
Still, though, she wanted to do it. She was not the only one that wanted to have the ectasy of their love, so why did it hurt her to think of him overpowered by it? Was it because she had seen him as different? As a man that could be joyed without sex, she thought, but still, he was joyed without the sex. He was very joyed, indeed, but that failed to cross her mind.
She thought only of his needs. His sex needs.
In truth, she failed to think that he did not only want sex. It was probably because she wanted the sex so bad that she thought Inuyasha wanted it. But really, he was afraid to do it: that is what she didn't know. Or, rather, what she didn't think about.
The night sky was dark, but the stars in it shown their luminencses over the land. It was not very much light, radiant though it was, and the ground sparkled in the specks that shown down.
The wind had died down some what, but the trees still swayed. Leaves rustled in the many boughs surrounding the path. But all else was silent. Not a sound was heard. Even the girl curled up in a pine tree clearing cried silently.
But she still cried.
That was all that mattered. She was alone. She was on a quest to find someone. At first she thought she could do it. But now she wasn't sure that she could. She wanted to go back to her lover, Inuyasha, and kiss him. She missed him.
But she couldn't go back.
Not now. Not ever. But still she hoped that he would come to her. Would he? He had seemed to take the situation lightly. I guess he wanted to do anything that would help them. He was nice.
But he was far away.
And now she was going to see Kikyou. She could help her out. She was a miko, she could heal her wounds that were cut deeply into her by depression.
But where was she?
"I wish I knew," she said to herself, stinting her tears she looked up at the bright moon. "If I knew then I could go there more quickly and solve the problem with Inuyasha. And when I do, then we can have sex. That's what I always wanted to do. I love him so much." She was startled to hear a voice behind her.
"Have sex, well aren't you the vulgar one?" A cackle filled the air. Sango spun around to see who had said it, sitting up and brushing her hair out of her face. She seen a male, about her own age, standing at the edge of the clearing.
"Who are you? What do you want?" A worried look came into her eyes. The man before her smiled though. His homely features were twisted in a grin as he spoke.
"Don't worry! I don't bite. Atleast not anymore," he cackled roughly. She still felt uneasy around him. She looked into his gray eyes.
"I asked you a question, who are you?" But he laughed some more. Sango's temper flourished and she yelled at the man, her face blood red.
"Who are you?" His eyes twinkled. His grin returned and Sango's uneasiness grew. Something was strange about him, but she couldn't place it.
"Who the hell are you!" She finally shrieked. Then he seen how angry she was, so he stopped, the grin fading from his features fast. His features consisted of a badly scarred face, gray eyes, a long, curving nose, high eyebrows, a big forehead, and a thin chin that was shaped in the way of a butt. He was about five foot nine and had long black hair that reached the arch of his back. His clothing was almost nothing, he wore a sash that wound from his shoulder, around his waist, finally tucking into the belt that held the bottom of his white kilt up. He wore no shoes, and there on his feet showed nine toes, the middle one on his left foot was missing. And, as Sango noticed that one of his fingers, the ring finger, on his left hand was gone, he spoke to her.
"I didn't mean to scare you, honestly. I just thought that you would like some company. I heard you crying, almost inaudible, but I have incredible hearing, and I heard you."
"Well, that's enough. I would rather be alone right now. I don't really want to talk to anyone... except Inuyasha. Goodbye." He looked dissappointed but he left the clearing; he planned to return.
His name was Hikaru. In truth he used to be a warrior in the Sange-etyo Clan, but after his serious injuries- the loss of his limbs- he was dismissed. And after the death of his former girlfriend he had left his village, the pain was too hard for him to stay there.
His clothing was that of his father's that had been passed down. He didn't have any money and that was his only pair of clothing. He had, at one time, owned a pair of shoes, but that was about three seasons back, and he had lost them in squelching mud after a very bad rainstorm.
He walked to a campsite in another clearing of pine trees. There was a fire glowing brightly there, and around it sat his stuff. He owned a sword, in a dull black sheath, and a sack full of provisions. He made his way over to them slowly, pondering about the girl that he had just seen.
She had worn his favourite colours, red and black. He liked the colours simply because they symbolized his old clan, who had used the colours since the creation of the clan. He had always worn them in honour when he was in the army of the Sange-etyo.
She was also carrying a giant boomerang, his father had carried one, and that was his preffered weapon of choice. But he had a sword. He thought back to the day that he got it.
He wasn't that old, no, he was only twelve, and he was stuck in a battle. The banners of the Sange- etyo Clan were flying on a wind that carried the stench of death. He watched as his brother was slain, the sword of his being flung away so he could not use it. The bound and helpless Hikaru could do nothing, his bonds were too tight against the tree. He shrieked in agony as he seen his brother fall, and even more so when he seen the sword flying towards him.
But his shriek suddenly turned to a delighted yelp, the sword had seared his bonds that bound his waist, his only bonds, slightly grazing his side. He sat up, taking the sword that stood quivering inside the bark of the oak tree that he was formerly bound to. With the sword held aloft in his hand, high in the air, he ran straight at his brothers' killer, the demon leader of the tribe of Yugatzi. Yugatzi turned to look at him. He seen the wrath that rose in his eyes, making them red, and he became worried. He started to flee from the raging Hikaru. But he was not fast enough.
Hikaru caught him, or, rather, caught hold of him. He had jumped on his back and grabbed him by the throat, swiftly driving the sharp blade through the vital blood vessel that was coursing with blood. The blood squirted out in jets, spewing over the blade and over Hikaru's young hand. The black blood sizzled, festering like a blister on his skin. Soon the skin dissolved, straight to the bone. He had been a warrior for years but never had this happened to him. He squealed with fright, dropping the blade and jumping off the back of the demon. As he did so, the sword point caught his middle toe, cutting it clean through.
He shrieked like a baby, howling with pain as he flapped his arms in agony. Then everything went black as an arrow pierced his back.
When he woke up he was lying on a table. He was in some sort of cavern that was lit with wooden torches all around. The light shown on him. He suddenly realized with terrifying awareness that he was:
Naked.
His prostrate form was bound by chains to the four corners of the table. He looked at his missing toe, and surprisingly, it was missing no more. Where was he?
All too soon, the answer came to him. A woman's voice rang through the cavern.
"You are in the lair of Fervanatine, the witch demon: me! I found you on the battle field. I took you. You were almost dead you were. I patched you up. You should be thankful!" But he wasn't really.
"What are you doing? How were you on the battle field?" She smiled at him evilly as she stepped into the torchlight. She was beautiful with flowing red hair and a dark dress.
"I was on the battle field fighting, of course! And what I do now you should enjoy." She smiled at him seductively. Slowly she removed her black clothing. She walked over to the naked Hikaru. "We're going to have some fun."
He didn't want to have some fun. But he couldn't help to be aroused by the demon's beauty. This was the first naked girl that he had ever seen.
"I.. I am only twelve!" he cried. But she laughed. She slowly ran a finger down his chest. A stinging sensation came over Hikaru and he had to force back his urges.
"You are only twelve, yes, but you have the body of one around seventeen. And you are old enough to battle. You are a good age."He looked at her madly.
"That is because boys join the army at ten in my clan!" But she didn't listen. She continued her slow rubbing. She gradually moved to lower areas, making him shiver and breathe raspily. Then with a sudden burst of pleasure she touched him. He let out a low moan that echoed around the cavern. She grinned.
She grabbed his member, slowly moving her hand up and down it, letting him feel the joys of her touch. Over a period of time she became faster, and faster. Then with a loud groan he finally released.
It spewed and hit her in the face, and she licked all that she could. Then she said, "See how good it feels?" After that she dressed. Hikaru was panting.
"What was that for?" It seemed a mystery that she had done that so suddenly and stopped it so suddenly. She smiled at him evilly again.
"It was for my own enjoyment, really. It was really tasty." He made a face of disgust. He had been molested. He had been violated. But it had felt so good.
Over the course of a few days she had continually put him through the ectasy of orgasims, then leaving him with a pain in the groin after she was finished. It was cruelty. He had to escape it. But how?
One day, right before the allotted torture, he had asked something that was totally unexpected. He looked into her eyes. His eyes seemed to be pleading.
"Please, master, please let us go further. Let me enter you. Let us truly have sex." She looked back at him. She thought about this for a while. Then, finally she nodded in agreement.
She unbound his hand and feet. She lay down on the table, placing him on top of her. She had guided his head to her neck, telling him to plant soft kisses there. Then she had moved him down to her breast, emitting low moans as he licked them. And then the time came for the major part.
She shifted position so that she was on him, with her legs around his waist and him standing up. He entered her and she moaned loudly, but he continued, thrusting back and forth. She groaned and groaned, then lifted her head down for him to kiss. They kissed, and with a final thrust they let out thier juices. Then it happened.
He took advantage of the situation. While her neck was still down there at his he gnashed it open with his teeth, tearing away until he found her juggler, ripping it out savagely. She let out a gasp and fell off of him, sliding slowly off his member, dead.
He stepped over her dead carcass, slowly wiping away the white that rested on him in disgust. He searched for his clothes. He found them in a corner and he sought the entrance to the cavern.
He found it soon, and fully dressed, left the cavern into the bright sun. He travelled far: to the plains where they had fought the battle. There he picked up his brother's sword and left back to his village.
His thoughts slowly stirred back to reality. That time was awful. He remembered how his toe vanished when the demon witch vanished and how he had lost his finger in sword practice. And then he remembered Sango.
By then the days first lights had shown over the land. He decided that he was going to go see that girl. He really just wanted to get to know her. His scarred face probably scared her. But they were not bad scars, simply scars from when he was fifteen and fell into a wide ravine filled with thick vines. She shouldn't be scared.
His journey over there was silent. He had his sword in its' sheath, the provision bag slung across him back, and he walked steadily and slowly. He found the clearing, when he got there deserted.
He cursed his luck and set off to find her. He looked at the tracks of her feet. They led steadily westward. They were fresh, and very moist, obviously she had put her feet into the lake that was nearby before heading out.
He headed out in the same direction she had, scanning the ground intently for tracks. The sun was rising higher in the sky, the sky itself turning a shade of blue after the gold of dawn. Birds soared in the air, wheeling around and squawking. Their cries rang everywhere in the massive forests, for they were loud cries, cries that enriched the heart.
The trees around him slowly thinned out as the dirt path he was walking on became more prominent. And so did the tracks. She couldn't be that far away now.
Hikaru thought he heard singing. Ever so slightly it seemed that the voice was being sung, but he thought still that it was there. And he sook it, knowing that it was the voice of a woman.
The voice of Sango.
His pace sped up. He could see her now, walking on what it seemed to him the edge of the Earth as a steep hill rose up. He watched her climb down. Then she was lost to sight.
Finally he thought of something that would catch her attention. He did not know her name, so he made up a ditty on the spot, singing it loudly.
"Sweet girl that is way up there, please join me to make a pair,
Come back here and talk to me,
I am alone, and accident prone,
And I desperately need some company!"
He watched as she turned around. Obviously she had caught his deep, baritone voice. It rang out on the air loudly. She stopped. She was waiting for him to get up there. And soon he did.
(Sango's Night)
She hadn't been able to sleep. The thought of the strange teenage boy disturbed her, filtering through her brain constantly. He had looked so creepy to her. But she thought that he had a good heart. It was just that he was a bit creepy, atleast, that is, to her.
She was slightly embarrased about him hearing about her wanting to have sex with Inuyasha. That information was personal and she really didn't want that many people to know it, though by now many did: Kagome, Inuyasha, Shippou, and the strange guy. And soon Kikyou would know.
Kikyou. That was who she was seeking. She needed to put her brain into that; she needed to shift it from the thoughts of Hikaru. But she found that hard to do. She didn't know why.
She also thought of what Inuyasha would have said if he had walked up when the strange boy had said sex to her. Would he have hurt the boy, or would he have been angry at Sango, thinking she wanted to do it with that boy, and leave her? She was thinking that he would do the first choice. But it didn't matter.
He wasn't here.
And that was probably the worst thing about that night. Not the wierd creep, not the fact that she did not know where Kikyou was at, but the fact that Inuyasha, her lover, was not there. But that was her fault. Not his. And if it came to it she would have to suffer through it.
She thought about her talk with Kagome. About their talk of sex. Kagome hadn't known enough and that was frustrating. If she had she wouldn't be out here right now, she wouldn't be depressed. But it wasn't Kagome's fault.
Still, she wished that she had known. But Kagome was helpful. She told her a lot though. And she was thankful for that. Very thankful.
She finally gave up her thinking, curling up into a ball and drifting into an uneasy sleep. The chill wind was strong upon her but she did not know it. Nor would she know it, for the morning was going to be warm.
But the night was different. The stars dimly winked at her in the dark sky. They surrounded the moon as it gave off its' radiant light to the ground below.
Crickets chirped in the woods all around. Their chirping was relentless, stopping for nothing. It sang around the forest and filled all listening ears with the repititional sounds of their voices.
Soon dawn came, golden and bright, and it was this light that woke Sango. She was warm now, but she was still very sleepy. She waddled over to the lake that was just outside of her clearing, and walked through the shallows.
It felt good. The cold water refreshed her and woke her senses. She had to carry on. For all she knew she could still have hundreds of miles to go.
She walked over to her pack and her items. Picking them up, she walked past the banks of the lake, regaining the path. Her wet feet sunk deep into the ground. She walked on.
She kept this up for well nigh on an hour. She looked up at the rising sun, and as she did she heard a baritone voice rang out. It sounded familiar.
It was him.
She stopped, deciding to wait on him. Maybe he had good intentions. She hoped that he did. She would hate for something to happen to her.
She looked at him as he arrived in front of her. He looked like he had yesterday, nothing different about him. Except for his expression. It was friendly.
"Hey. How are you doing. You have no need to be afraid of me. I won't do anything to you. But I would wish to help you and join you on whatever you are doing." She smiled.
"I can do it on my own, thanks." He looked slightly dissappointed like last night, but he added in some more words that he hoped would change her mind.
"I won't be a bother." He smiled at her convincingly. She returned the smile. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he knew where Kikyou was at.
"I'll think about it."
A/N: I know... a slight lemon. One of my firsts and hopefully one of my lasts. I don't enjoy lemons. I thought it would be essential to the plot though. Sorry if the witch part seemed kind of rushed and she had no depth. And Hikaru, I hope you liked him. I wanted a new character. Please review!