Pirates: Inuyasha and Kagome
AnimeExpert1981: Whatcha-cha-cha! Hiyo! Long time no see… err… write… ed… ish… ing… s… I don't know! Just long time no… I give up. Hi! How ya' guys been? I hope good! Anyway, guess what!
Sayuri: Chicken Butt!
AnimeExpert1981: You did not just say that…
Sayuri: So…?
AnimeExpert1981: You try so- hard to…
Sayuri: -growls- Tries so hard to what!?
AnimeExpert1981: … be funny…
Sayuri: EXCUSE ME!
AnimeExpert1981: Sango's Story is starting… NOW!
Disclaimer: Yeah… I know… I don't own InuYasha… Do you know how much I've heard that already?!
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Pirates
Chapter 15: Sango's Story Part 1
"But mother!" she raised her voice slightly more than she is supposed to.
"Nonsense! You are a young lady. You must practice etiquette," the woman said sternly. She cradled her pregnant stomach.
"I'm five! I'm still considered a child!" she retorted. (A/N: I highly doubt a five year-old would be considered a "young lady", but just bear with me. Thank you!)
"Sango! Learn your manners! You will sew a thousand stitches until you learn to control yourself," the woman ordered. The girl, Sango, let out a sigh and shut her mouth like every "young lady" would do.
"Now, try it again," her mother said softly. Sango began lowering herself to a very formal bow.
"Mother, my waist hurts," Sango whined. Sango's mother raised her fan and gave Sango a small whack on the head. Sango flinched but nothing more.
"You must never whine. You should know this. Now, with the bowing," her mother said. Sango bowed from her waist and put her head all the way down. It is getting hard to breathe. Sango stood up abruptly and let out a sigh of frustration.
"This kimono isn't helping! It feels like a thousand pounds!"
"Sango…" her mother said with a warning tone.
"Forgive me, mother. I couldn't control myself," Sango gracefully raised a sleeve to her face. Her mother let out a small sigh.
"Go on your way. We will continue some other time," her mother said. Sango smiled slightly while trying to hide her happiness. Sango's mother always knows what her daughter is up to, but the girl is as stubborn as her father is. She finally learned to stop interfering.
"Thank you, mother," Sango said. Sango stood up abruptly and walked out. She carefully closed the shoji and the minute she was sure her mother didn't see her shadow on the other side, she dashed to her room. It is simple room, really. The walls were white like every other. Her futon was in the middle of the room and her wardrobe at the corner. She also had a mirror in the corner where her mother would brush her hair every morning.
Sango shrugged her kimono off and put on a much simpler one. She grabbed a ribbon and tied her hair up in a tight ponytail. Hopefully today he'll notice her.
She ran quickly to the war camp. Her father is the general of all demon slayers of her village. The best demon slayers are said to have trained in her small village. She looked from behind a wall and there is what seemed like a hundred men sparring. Some men had scythes, others swords, some chains. Sango stared in absolute awe. She stared for who knows how long when a deep voice brought her out of her thoughts.
"Sango," Sango immediately turned around to address her father.
"Otou-sama," Sango said. She gave a deep bow and continued staring downward.
"Come, child. No one is here to watch," his baritone voice said. Sango smiled and looked up at her father.
"I'm here once again, father," Sango said. Her father stared down at her then smiled.
"So it seems. Do you really think you're ready?" he asked.
"Of course! I've been practicing every time I had the chance," Sango replied. Sango's mother hated it when Sango began talking about becoming a Demon Slayer. Because of this, Sango practiced in hiding. Her father encouraged her so it fueled her motivation. Half of Sango's life is filled with etiquette and another with training.
"Very well," he replied as he led the way through the hallways. Sango obediently followed trying to catch up with her father's large strides. Shortly after, they arrived at a small room. Sango's father picked up two wooden swords and handed one to Sango. She expertly steadied the sword in front of her. She twisted her body at a perfect angle. Ready for anything… Her father did the same. A moment passed for what seemed an eternity when Sango charged. The point of her sword faced her father, aimed at his stomach. Her father deflected the attack easily, but inside he was beaming with pride.
Sango swiftly moved her sword and brought it down with no time in between. Her father blocked it once more. Now it is his turn, he twisted the sword in his hand and held it in a death grip. He is going easy, but not so easy. He brought the sword down on his daughter, but she blocked it as easily as he had. He began to throw blow after blow, but Sango blocked every one of them with a grace he doubted a five-year-old even had. 'I am proud to be her father.' He quickened his pace. Faster and faster. Sango's forehead had a thin sheet of sweat while her father was barely getting started.
Sango charged.
She aimed for his legs, but he jumped. Sango began to get frustrated. She charged and her father jumped out of the way. He now has an idea of how good she is. He used the flat of the wooden sword and as softly and stern as he could, he hit her back. Sango fell forward in defeat.
"Sango," he began. Sango stood up and faced her father. Tears were threatening to spill for the embarrassment her father must feel.
"Forgive me, father. I am not as good as you were hoping," Sango said. 'No, I will not cry in front of my father. I will cause him no more shame then I already have,' Sango thought and faced her father.
"You are correct Sango," Sango flinched. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "You are better than I was hoping," Sango's tears disappeared and smiled. She hugged her father for all it is worth. He hugged her back.
"I promise I will work harder," Sango said with determination in her voice. Her face was lit up and smiling. Her father couldn't stop the bark of laughter.
"I'm sure you will, but until then, begin to practice with this." He walked to a small closet and pulled out a miniature boomerang. (A/N: This is not Hiraikotsu. This is a practice boomerang like Hiraikotsu. It will be explained further in the story.) Just like his… Sango's eyes widened. He handed the boomerang to his daughter with great care. Sango held unto it as if she held it wrong, it will evaporate.
"Thank you so much, father. I will not let you down," Sango said. He nodded. Sango was about to turn to leave when her father's voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Sango, I have one last thing," he said. Sango turned around and stood before her father. "Kilala," he called out to some unknown presence. Sango's eyes swept around the room looking for the source named "Kilala". A small, cream-colored cat appeared and jumped on Sango's father's shoulder. Sango stared at the small feline from it's two tails to its' red eyes. 'So cute…' Sango had the urge to just cuddle with it. "She is now yours."
Sango snapped from her thoughts. The cat, Kilala, jumped into Sango's hands and cuddled into the joint of Sango's neck. Sango giggled at the contact and smiled genuinely. Her father smiled. He always wanted to make his daughter happy. He won't lose to even that kind of battle.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, father. You don't know how much this means to me!" Sango said with a very low bow. The cat, Kilala, meowed. "Aww..." Sango cuddled the kitten making sure she didn't suffocate her new pet.
"You may go now," Sango's father said. Sango smiled and left the room. Sango gave a deep bow despite the pain she felt, already sore from the practice. Sango shouldered the boomerang and with small yet graceful strides, she ran to her room. Kilala ran with ease at her side.
When Sango arrived in her room, she heard piercing screams. It is her mother. Sango isn't trained using her new boomerang so she grabbed her wooden practice sword. She dashed to her parent's room and slid the door open. Her mother was sprawled out on the futon holding her large stomach. Sango ran to her and knelt beside her. Kilala followed her new mistress loyally.
"Mother, what's wrong!" Sango's voice was full of alarm. Her mother's forehead was covered in sweat as she reached and grabbed Sango's face in her hands.
"The-The b-baby. He's coming!" she screamed again. Sango panicked. Will she be okay while she gets help? Sango didn't think once. She dropped her wooden sword and dashed. She ran into the kitchen where all the cooks were.
"My mother! The baby's coming!" Sango said. All the women stared in shock. One of the servants began running to her mother's chambers.
"Hiraku! Do you even know how to deliver a child!" another maid screamed.
"A little!" Hiraku screamed back. Hiraku's mind was only filled with the fact if the child wasn't taken out soon the Lady would be in trouble…
No one can help. They knew nothing but how to cook… Either way, another two women to see if they can help.
Sango ran after Hiraku into her mother's room. Sango's mother was luckily already on the futon so that helped.
"Sango dear, you must cooperate," Hiraku said. Sango's eyes widened unsure if her mother will be fine.
"Of course!"
"Good, now get those towels," Sango ran to her mother's wardrobe and took out clean towels. "Next, get a bowl of warm water." Another cook put Sango's mother's head on her lap while the other gave Sango's mother her hand for something to squeeze on. It wasn't just the woman giving labor screaming. Hiraku began her magic.
(A/N: You wouldn't believe the things I had to read just to get this info about needing towels. o_0… I'm traumatized…)
The cries filled the room. The baby was delivered fine and healthy. Sango…? Sango's traumatized…
"Here, clean the baby," Sango gently held her baby brother and washed him little by little from his toes and using her finger to wipe off the mucus off of his face and open his nose. (;_;)
"I think it's a boy… Yes, it is a boy," Hiraku mumbled.
"I have a new baby brother?" Sango asked. Hiraku nodded and her attention went back the mother bleeding more than she should. "This is not good. She's bleeding too much," Hiraku said. The other women followed Hiraku's every order. Clumsy but better than nothing.
"I-Is my baby okay?" Sango turned to her mother.
"M-Mother? Are you alright?" Sango wrapped her brother in a soft blanket hoping that maybe he'd stop crying.
"Milady, I don't think-."
"I know. No woman really survives childbirth," she said. "But, please let me hold my baby. Just once," she said. Sango's eyes widened.
"Mother? What are you talking about? The baby's fine which means you'll be fine!" Sango began to cry all of a sudden. She handed her mother the newborn.
"It's a boy, milady," Hiraku said.
"A boy… Kohaku. Do you like it, Kohaku?" she said softly.
"She's still bleeding," Hiraku mumbled. "Milady, I will see what I can do. Bleeding excessively doesn't always mean you will pass," Hiraku said.
Sango's mother passed her new baby brother, Kohaku. "Remember, I love you all so much." Sango began to cry more.
"I love you too, mother," Sango said.
"Child, take your baby brother. Wait outside. I'll see what I can do for your mother," Hiraku said. Sango nodded and walked slowly with the crying baby in her arms out the room. When Sango walked out, another woman ran in. Sango took it she was the midwife. She looked down at her baby brother.
"Kohaku… It will all be okay," Sango said and kissed Kohaku's forehead. Kohaku flailed his arms and legs while continuing to cry.
"Sango," she looked up at her father.
"Father! I don't know what's going on!" Sango began to cry full on now. Her father put a comforting hand on her shoulder and looked down at the bundle in her arms.
"Is that-?" Sango smiled and held out the bundle. Her father took the child gently in her arms. He smiled genuinely at his new child and again kneeled in front of Sango.
"Do not worry, daughter. Your mother will be fine," he said in his comforting voice. Sango nodded now being encouraged by her father's words.
"It's a boy. Mother named him Kohaku," Sango said with a small, sad smile.
"Kohaku… Your mother has always had a good taste in names," said Sango's father.
The midwife walked out with a sad expression. Sango's eyes widened and small tears began to fill her vision once more. She didn't know why but she is crying. The confusion left Sango's mind after hearing the midwife.
"If only I had arrived earlier… I'm so sorry. They Lady couldn't make it," she said. Hiraku walked out with tears down her cheeks. Sango began to cry and fell to her knees, hugging herself. Her mother… No… A child's worst nightmare…
Remember, I love you all so much.
No, it was just seconds ago that her mother said those exact words. She can't be gone. Sango wanted to control herself, her tears. But they didn't. She looked up her father and saw his eyes red and puffy. He was obviously trying to hold back his tears. Sango stood up and walked towards her father and hugged his legs. He put his available arm on her back.
"The Lady's last words were about how much she loved you all," said Hiraku. The other two cooks walked out with puffy, teary eyes. So it's true? Her tears made her choke up… The tears fell down much fiercer down her cheeks. Kohaku never got to see his mother…
"Oh father!" Sango hugged her father more fiercely. Kilala nuzzled Sango's cheek hoping to be of some comfort. Sango leaned into Kilala while keeping her father in her death grip.
"Thank you so much for trying to save the life of my wife," said Sango's father. The midwife and Hiraku with the other two cooks bowed and went their separate ways.
"F-Father? Is it alright if I go see mother?" Sango asked.
"I-," He let out a deep breath. "Yes, you may." Sango nodded then walked into her mother's room. Kilala decided to follow Sango after a small debate in her mind.
The room smelled of perfume. It was also warm; it's not cold like death… Sango's feet prodded against the wooden floor as she walked closer to the dead body. Sango instantly knew her mother died from loss of blood. That was what Hiraku was talking about… Sango clenched her fist and blinked back the tears. Sango knelt near her mother. Her mother did seem… dead. Her beautiful pale skin began turning a ghostly white. Under her eyes were purple and her face looked in pain. Sango wanted to stop crying but she couldn't. Kilala stared at the corpse and cocked her head to one side and remained silent.
'Mother? Please, wake up.'
Nothing happened. Sango's inner plea wasn't answered. She had always gotten in fights with her mother about her etiquette lessons. The same ones Sango hated. But, her mother wasn't ever really harsh. Simply stern. If it weren't for Sango's lessons, she was the best mother anyone can ask for. Quiet, yet lively. The woman was never still. They had servants in the house yet she always helped with something.
Sango clenched her mother's hand in hers. It was getting cold and pale, but there was still a bit of warmth. Sango took advantage of that warmth. After all that time of waiting and Sango eventually fell asleep, Kilala cuddled into Sango and fell asleep as well. She took an immediate liking to Sango. Sango seems to be a sweet and innocent girl. Two traits Kilala admires.
Sango had no idea how long she was with her mother when her father walked in.
"Sango. Come out, child. You've been in here for hours," he said softly. Something inside Sango made her want to break down and just lay in her mother's arms, but she knew she couldn't. Sango looked up at her father in her drowsy state.
"Father…" Sango said with more tears spilling. Her father walked to her and picked her up in his arms. "Can I sleep with you, Kilala… and Kohaku?" Sango asked.
"Very well. After they feed him, of course," Sango's father said. Sango didn't smile…
"We'll have the funeral first thing tomorrow at dawn," Sango's father said to a servant. She nodded and continued her chores.
The sun had finally set and night was beginning to set in. Sango readied herself for a quick bath. The water began to run as she stripped her clothes off. In a few seconds, she was enjoying the warm water against her skin. She dipped herself leaving only her face untouched. Sango couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. She now has a baby brother and her mother passed in the process…
"Mama, you knew this could happen. Why would you leave me?" Sango said quietly. Kilala meowed at Sango. Sango at first was shocked then remembered that Kilala followed her into the bathroom. Kilala meowed again. Sango sighed, "Kilala? How do you deal with loss?" Kilala meowed and made a few noises. She seemed to understand Sango. Yet, Sango wasn't happy.
Sango lost track of time. Her only indication that she was in the bath an ample amount of time was when her skin began to wrinkle. She dried herself and changed. She walked over to her dresser. Her brush was still untouched from this morning when her mother brushed it last. Sango walked with as much courage as she could and sat in front of the mirror and began to brush. The brush went clean through each stroke. Her room was quiet. Her mother would talk sometimes while she brushed Sango's hair. If she wasn't talking, she was singing. Without her consent, tears began to fall down Sango's cheeks again.
'I still have my father and now I have Kohaku… Kohaku...' Sango sighed and angrily wiped the tears from her cheeks. She wasn't used to crying. She never had to… Sango huffed. She braided her hair and looked in the mirror and sighed. Her braid… It didn't even look like one… Mother was amazing at doing braids. 'It's not your fault, Momma. I know you wouldn't leave me intentionally. Especially indefinitely,' Sango thought. She stood and walked out the door to her father's room.
She slid the shoji open and walked in with Kilala in tow. Her father was staring out the window and on the futon was a small form. Kohaku…
"Father?" Sango called out. Her father ripped away from his thoughts and faced his daughter.
"Sango. How are you feeling?" She walked up to him and he sat her in his arms. They both sat in silence. The comfort of a father and daughter.
"To be truthful, father, I feel depressed," Sango said quietly.
"Come now, Sango. Your mother loves you. She loves us. Even from wherever she is, she's watching over you, me, and Kohaku," he said. Pure love for his daughter traced each word.
"I know. What will happen now?" Sango asked. She turned her body to face her father's face.
"We will go on with our normal lives. I will continue to train you and now Kohaku," he replied. Sango looked down.
"A normal life without mother? Do you have any idea what you are asking of me?" Sango said. Her father smiled.
"I know for a fact that your mother would not want us to live in despair. She wants us to live life to the fullest," he said. Sango exhaled.
Outside, the sun has finally set. The moon was up and as was the stars.
"Time to go to bed, princess," her father said. They walked to the futon and both lay beside the sleeping baby. The three huddled near each other with no space in between.
"Oh," Sango said surprised. "Kilala, would you like to join us?" she asked. Kilala walked quietly to them and made herself comfortable between Sango and Kohaku. The security they felt in their dreams. The warmth, the love…
Four Years Later…
He fell in the cold water and the minute he fell in, he took a sharp intake of breath.
"Sister!" he complained.
"Oh come on, Kohaku," she splashed her little brother. The demon slayers surrounded the river where the children played. They laughed at how amusing the siblings were. The father was among the crowd.
"Oh yeah?" He plashed as much as his little arms could. She laughed as the cold water touched her skin. Soon, they were in a water fight. The men around them were also wet in the process, but they simply laughed it off. Sango looked down and saw the koi running between her legs and towards Kohaku.
"It's coming towards you, Kohaku!" Sango shouted.
"Leave it to me!" Kohaku stared at the koi underneath the water with a determined face. Suddenly, Kohaku launched. The fish slid under his fingertips and Kohaku lost his balance. Trying to regain it, he lost his footwork and fell into the water with a yelp. The men around laughed as Kohaku jumped out from under the water. Kilala, in her transformed state, simply clawed into the water and the fish landed on the dirt. She made it look so easy… Sango and Kohaku stared in wonder and laughed at their attempt. Kilala cocked her head to the side wondering why the siblings laughed so randomly.
"Alright you two. Let's go get you changed before you get a cold," their father said.
"But, father…" the boy whined.
"Race you to father," the girl said. The boy, Kohaku, laughed.
"I'm so going to beat you, Sango!" they began to push through the ankle deep water and got to the bank. The girl, Sango, tagged her father before Kohaku.
"I win!" Sango announced.
"That's not fair your older!" Kohaku pouted. Sango laughed. She went over and gave him a big hug. Kohaku simply went along with it. Their father grabbed both children before anything happened between both siblings. Sango went on his shoulders while he held Kohaku in his arms. Kilala transformed back to her kitten state and Sango caught Kilala into her arms.
"Let's go back," father said. The other demon slayers followed.
Later That Day…
"Remember to remain relaxed. Don't let anything cloud your mind. Stay focused. Show no mercy-," he began before his daughter, Sango, charged. He went into defensive mode. In four years, the girl can almost beat all of his men. Pride swelled in his chest. Just not at the right moment. Sango took the opening and brought her sword down on his shoulder.
"Point for me," Sango said in a singsong voice. Kilala meowed from the sidelines.
"How is sitting in a corner going to help me become a demon slayer?" Kohaku practically screamed. He was bored out of his mind. Father didn't let Kilala help entertain him. He's grown quite close to the cat. Sango sighed at the memory when her father made her sit in the corner while he sparred with the others. It taught her to be subtle, patient. One of the important factors to real combat.
"Calm, my son. You will soon understand," said Sango's father. Sango smiled at Kohaku's pouting face. He was so cute for a four-year-old.
After another few hours of sparring and parrying and staring into the wall of a corner, it was called a day. Sango and Kohaku retreated to their chambers. Sango grabbed her baby brother's hand and led him to his room with Kilala following faithfully behind. When they entered, Kohaku laid on his futon and Sango made sure to tuck Kohaku in just the way he liked. He liked being in a cocoon. She covered every bit of his body and left his face out to breathe. Kohaku felt something crawling on him from within the covers and Sango's eyes followed the small form under Kohaku's blanket. Sango and Kohaku's breath hitched in their throats when Kilala peaked out from under the blankets. The two siblings couldn't stop the burst of laughter that left their mouths. Kilala cocked her head to the side before jumping out of her position and sitting by Sango scratching with her paw the back of her head.
"Thank you, sister," Kohaku said. Sango smiled placed a kiss on his forehead and stood up. Before she walked out the room, Kohaku spoke. "Sister, what happened to mother?"
Sango froze. The memories hit her like a punch on the gut. She turned around to face her baby brother. She gave him a sad smile with silent tears falling down her cheeks without her knowing. Kohaku grew worried.
"You don't have to talk about it if you want," he said. He didn't like seeing his sister crying. Come to think of it, this was the first time he saw her cry. Sango walked over to him and reclined near him in his futon. She cuddled him next to her and held him tight. Kohaku dug his arms out of the restraining cocoon he loved so much and wrapped his arms around his sister.
"It's okay," Sango said. She didn't know how to explain, but she knew she had to. It was a task her father left to her because he's a bit… blunt.
Flashback
"Sango," he said as they cleaned their boomerangs.
"Yes, father?"
"When Kohaku becomes curious about his mother," he began. Sango froze. She plastered her gaze to the floor and sniffed quietly. "Can you please take care of that? Considering you being… less blunt as I," he asked. Sango sighed and looked up at her father with a large (fake) smile on her face.
"Of course, father. Don't worry," she replied.
End of Flashback
She has already had this conversation in her head plenty of times. Why can't she speak? Kohaku deserved to know.
"It's dangerous to have children sometimes, Kohaku. There can be many problems. Though I don't even know how this stuff works, it has its side effects. When mother was pregnant with you, she wouldn't stop vomiting," Kohaku chuckled. So did Sango. She remembered her mother's annoyed stare because she's been trying to stop vomiting, but more simply came out. "The day you were born, mother had a few… difficulties. She was a fighter. I know she didn't go easily. When you came out, mother wasn't responding like she was supposed to," a small flush appeared on Sango's cheeks. Kohaku simply stared at his sister innocently. "They tried to save her, but it was too late," Sango concluded.
Kohaku's eyes began to water. "So it's my fault. If only I wasn't born, mother would have still been alive." Sango's eyes widened.
"Don't ever say that, Kohaku! Everyone was so happy when you were born. Even mother was overjoyed to see you, hold you. Me? I was so happy to know I have a baby brother!"
"But at the cost of mother's life," Kohaku said bitterly. "Maybe I shouldn't have been born," he mumbled. Sango sat up and gave Kohaku a bone-crushing hug.
"Please don't say that, Kohaku. You are worth much more than you think," Sango said in between sobs. Kohaku hugged his sister back with his own tears. Sango never went to her own bed. The two siblings woke up on the same bed hugging each other to death. Kilala couldn't fit between them, but she made herself comfortable.
The Next Day…
"Focus, Sango. Aim and don't just throw with all your strength. Let it fly," her father said. Sango held her boomerang the same way her father taught her. She took a deep breath then let go. The boomerang gracefully sliced through the air. She was aiming at the five cups, but she missed three. She held out her arm and caught the boomerang as best as she could but ended up falling backwards. Sango let out a frustrated sigh and stomped her foot.
"This is so frustrating! I can barely hit the cups!" Sango said. 'And much less catch my weapon,' she added.
"Sango, calm down. You have only just begun. On my first time, I couldn't hit even one bottle until a year later," said Sango's father. Sango sighed and pulled back her arm again. She's going to do this. And she is going to do better. Kohaku's grunts filled her ears. She glanced from the corner of her eye to see her baby brother practicing his swordplay. Father finally decided that Kohaku was ready to actually practice with a wooden sword. Somehow, him trying gave her the strength and focus she needed. Sango pulled her arm slightly farther, took a deep breath, and with a grunt let her boomerang fly.
Sango closed her eyes. She really didn't want to see her failure.
"Sango," her father breathed. Sango opened her eyes in surprise when she felt her boomerang coming her way. She raised her hands and caught the boomerang with more ease then before. She was pushed back by the force, but still kept her balance. She looked at the targets.
Gone.
None were left. She did it? She did it! Sango straightened her spine to seem taller and smiled proudly. Her father smiled at her and she walked towards him.
"How was that, father?" she asked.
"Sango, that was amazing!" Kohaku ran towards his older sister and father.
"It was, wasn't it?" their father replied.
"Does this mean I'm ready for my first mission, father?" Sango asked.
"A mission? Sango, this was only your first. You must continue practicing to ensure your aim is flawless," with that, he walked away. Sango huffed.
"Don't worry, sister. I know you'll go on your first mission in no time," Kohaku said. He walked back to his spot and continued to practice. Sango took a deep breath, one she didn't even know she was holding.
"What do you think, Kilala? Do you think I'm good enough for a mission, yet?" Sango asked. Kilala meowed. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and realized just how sticky she was with all of the sweat making her clothes stick to her. 'Gross,' Sango thought. She concluded her practice for the day and walked back inside. Kilala jumped onto Sango's shoulder after deciding she didn't want to walk.
Sango walked through the halls of her home and walked past a particular room. Her parent's room. The same room her mother slept in. Sango pushed her grief to the back of her mind. She continued to walk and arrived to her destination. She set the bath and entered. Sango scrubbed and rinsed until she felt clean. It was relatively a quick bath.
All changed and clean, Sango wondered what to do next. The sun would soon set. She never really played with the other children of the village. She just wasn't that type of person. She'd much rather practice until her fingers bled then hang out with other girls who would make her spill precious secrets. Who knows if that's just how they were. But that's what normally happened when she walked through the village. Girls picked on another little girl and boys tackled each other. She would play with them before she heard them calling her names. Of course, Sango gave them a piece of her mind, but she felt guilty afterwards. Turns out the boys had liked her, but she scared them away. Who cares? Sango didn't like them either.
Did Kohaku finish practicing? Sango made up her mind and walked out of her room to search for Kohaku. She went outside to make sure if he was still practicing. When Sango walked out, the first thing she saw was Kohaku practicing. Sango smiled and walked towards him. He was so focused, he didn't even realize she was there until she spoke.
"Spread your legs more apart. It'll help with your balance," Kohaku yelped and Sango giggled.
"Sister, you scared me," Kohaku whined. Sango stifled her laugh.
"Sorry. I just came to check on you," Sango said. Kohaku smiled. He turned back to his practicing and followed his sister's advice and bent his legs. He immediately felt the difference and made slightly more progress then when he started. "You'll one day be a really good demon slayer, Kohaku," Sango praised. Kohaku looked down in embarrassment.
"I-I don't think so. The best demon slayer will definitely be you, Sango," Kohaku replied.
"Well I know for sure, that my baby brother will be amazing!" Sango exaggerated with her hands.
"Thank you," Kohaku said slightly above a whisper. Sango smiled and looked up at the sky again. The sun was its golden hue in the purple sky.
"Hey, Kohaku. Don't you think it's time to go inside now?" Sango said.
"Just a little longer?" Kohaku asked.
"Fine, but I'll stay here with you," Sango sat on the ground and watched her brother practice. He's good. No, he's really good. He can surpass Sango. She smiled at the thought. She loved her brother so much she doesn't know what she would do without him. Kilala walked up to Kohaku and began rubbing her face into his legs. Kohaku began laughing and lost his balance. Sango laughed as her brother fell to the ground and rushed to help him. Kohaku was actually quite happy on the floor with Kilala tackling him.
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AnimeExpert1981: Okay, so I was up to page 22 when I noticed that this is very long and I need to make it shorter. By the way, I would like to apologize for no uploading in a long time. I had two major projects due and I basically haven't slept soundly in two weeks. I have been writing and hours pass but then I realize, "Oh s***!" and I run like a maniac to finish this and that. When I get a new assignment, it took all of my will power not to yell at my teacher about me having my fanfic life. I haven't forgotten about anyway and I am seriously working my butt off and multi-tasking without even knowing it. The second part will be uploaded in no time because I already have 7 pages which is average for what I always upload. So again, I'm sorry!
Sayuri: GO TO SLEEP!
AnimeExpert1981: I already did. I didn't wake up until the p.m's on the weekend.
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