Unexpected Meeting (Chapter One: Who Might You Be?)
Sango stirred awake, drowzily cracking her chocolate eyes open with a groan escaping her. The feel of sand brushed against her fingers, and the sound of birds chirping from above ehoed out to her. She glanced up only to be met with the glare of the sun, to which her eyes shut in reflects. After a moment or so had passed, she used what strength she had to push herself into a sitting position. The female slayer took a moment to adjust to the dark, with the only source of light being above her. Chocolate colored hues glanced at her surroundings, there appeared to be nothing but stone walls around her, with nothing but vines just beginning to take shape. The well... Now she recalled falling in.
Sango glanced up again, but realized her mistake and winced at the sight of the bright light over her. Her fingers gripped at the sand beneath her, and for once, since she was three, the demon was afraid. She couldn't put her finger onto why she was suddenly so afraid though.
"Miroku?" she cried out, lowering her gaze in doing so, allowing her eyes to adjust once again despite the annoying lights that sill remained in her vision.
With no response from him, panic gripped at her chest, heart racing and thoughts of what could be. She tightened her grip on the sand beneath her form, some grains passing between her fingers, few at a time. The female slayer finally shot her head in the air, eyes shut tightly to avoid the light from invading her vision a third time.
"Miroku! Kilala! Is there anyone up there could help me?!" she shouted as loudly as her lungs allowed, allowing her voice to echo across the small, empty space.
Many moments passed before she rose a hand to cover her line of sight with her the sleeve of her pink and white kimono and cracked her eyes open. What was that light anyway? The sun, perhaps... Just then, she noticed a shadow over taking some of the light, and a smile surfaced over her lips despite herself. Judging by the shape, she could only make it out as InuYasha, only...
"InuYasha? Is sthat you?" she called out, trying to focus her vision on the shadow alone.
The shadow vanished then which had Sango worry for anything but a moment, until she heard a light grunt echoing through the walls of the well. Surprise overtook her features when realizing the figure had leapt into the air, it's target the hole that led to her. Paniced, the slayer got her hand and knees to race to the many walls that confined her only for whoever it was to land inches from her. With her eyes shut, she couldn't very well see him however, she did hear the sound of light armor clinking behind her. Whoever was there remained silent for what seemed like an etrerity, unbeknowst to the slayer, she was about to go on a wild ride.
Sango's eyes shot open and her mouth formed an 'o' shape, as a pair of strong arms lifted her in the air with ease. Within moments, she was met with a burst of air billowing past her at high speeds. Either of her chocolate colored eyes were wide, at seeing just how high, her so called 'savior' had leapt from the bottom of the well. She was a good seven feet in the air, if not more. The white ribbon previously holding her hair together had long left her dark brown locks, Sango watched as it fluttered just next to the well. Surprise overtook her again, as the rough landing of the her savior brought her from her thoughts.
She blinked quite a few times, feeling her heart beating rapidly to the point where perhaps, it could busrt from her chest at any given time. Whoever held her now though, was more important; given the position he held her in. Currently either of her knees were bent over his left arm and his other, holding up her body with incrediable ease. Glancing up nervously then, she was met with eyes red, to which Sango gasp and found herself struggling out of hold. Upon succeeding, Sango breathed out a sigh of relief, before realizing that her weapons were not with her, and cursed her luck. She was faced with what appeared to be a demon, disguised in human form yet she had nothing to defend herself with... Except...
A hidden blade ripped apart her slaver's uniform along witht he sleeve of her kimono on her right arm. She glared at the man some feet before her, with a bead of sweat rolling down from her brow. The demon across from her made no other movement but to lower the arms that once held her.
Taking notice now, Sango slowly lowered her guard but made no other movement either. His piercing red eyes were natural enough. Long locks of black cascaded down his back, nearly reaching the dirt at his feet and a single group of hair lay over his right shoulder in a loosely twisted braid. For the most part, his pointed ears were hidden within his thick layer of hair. Dark red colored ragged markings adorned his forehead from his hair line, in a diagonal pattern nearly reaching his brow but not quite. Another pair of them were on his cheeks, save those seemed more... Horizontal. His brows were somewhat thick, but not too much. That's when she took notice of his skin, it was near snow-like pale.
What he wore however, was an incrediable contrast to what his skin colored was. He wore a midnight blue kimono with a pair of hakamas to match. A haori-himo lay tied around the waist, overlapping it seemed to be a fairly thin line of white fur beginning from his back and circling his waist but stopped half way to stop at his hips. Two pairs of dark colored ropes made up for wha the fur seemed to lack, they met a the center of his abdomen in a neatly tied bow. Solid but fairly ancient armor lay other his shoulders and over his torso, ending in a four point skirt of armor down to his knees, the only other thing she could see was a sword attached to the left side of his waist.
Red hues merely watched, she could tell that amusement danced within, probably due to her first initial reaction to realizing he was a demon. Sango and the strange demon were left in a bit of a stare down, at least until he decided to approach her. The female slayer rose her guard, crouching in the slightest, seemingly ready to pounce in direction for an attack with her blade yet that did not halt him in his steps.
About ready to leap into action, he vanished causing her to blink and shake off the surprise. A small squeel came from her then, though she pretended that it hadn't even happened, at the sound of smooth toned voice behind her that was somewhat laced with a little hidden gruffness.
"Who might you be... Little rabbit?"