InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Full Circle ❯ One-Shot

A/N: This was inspired by one of Atropa's little ficlets; She is the queen of bizarre pairings, and I humbly bow down to her.

 

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They all thought that Kagome would be the one.

 

Each one of them believed that the little miko from the future would have to bear the crux of time, as Guardian of the Shikon No Tama.

 

But on that fateful day that when the jewel was completed and purified, their beloved friend was forced back into her own time. They had watched her fade away in front of them, until she was but a memory.

 

It was then that the Shikon fell back into the hands of the last of the Taijiya.

 

She had thought much about it over the years. Perhaps her ancestors were wrong to give the jewel to Kikyo. Certainly, much grief could have been avoided if they had not.

 

And now, she was paying the penance for their sins. The duty had fallen up on her to watch and protect the jewel, until such time that it could be once again passed to the one who had been born with it inside of her.

 

Of course Sango had some help with her duty, as both Kirara and Inuyasha still remained by her side. But unlike her, Inuyasha was aging. His body showed the four centuries that had passed since the jewel had been completed, where hers did not show a single day.

 

And even though she knew it was his greatest wish to be reunited with the little miko he loved more than life itself, time was against him.

 

He would not survive the next dozen or so decades that had to pass before he could enter her life again. The truth of it was as cruel as it was certain.

 

But Sango would.

 

She would survive; unchanged from the very day the cursed jewel had fallen into her hands.

 

This was not how she had intended to live her life.

 

The one small saving grace was that she was able to renew the line of the taijiya's before she was locked into her thankless duty. In fact, each member of this now once again flourishing village - aside from Inuyasha - shared her blood.

 

They were all the descendants of the many children she had with Miroku before he died. Children that she herself saw grow to old age before they withered and died and joined their father in the cold ground.

 

The villagers looked upon her with reverence, as if she was some sort of Kami.

 

She was merely cursed.

 

For the sake of her own sanity she chose to live apart from them; alone except for Kirara, in the cave where Midoriko had fallen.

 

Her contact with humanity was nil.

 

Even Inuyasha barely spoke with her anymore. All the words they had to say to each other had long been said.

 

And she was bored.

 

It had been over one hundred and fifty years since the last demon came to them, seeking the jewel. One hundred and fifty years since she had practiced her trade. One hundred and fifty years since she even left Midoriko's cave.

 

The last youkai she had faced had informed her of the barrier between the worlds, and she had felt saddened at the news. There would be no more youkai to challenge her. No more youkai to confront her, and demand the sacred jewel.

 

She was a taijiya burdened to protect the sacred jewel from youkai, and never again would she have the opportunity to practice her trade. The irony of it was staggering.

 

Something needed to happen. Something to give her back her fire, her thirst for life. Something had to break the monotony that had seized her like a vice.

 

She had no way of knowing that her wish was about to be granted.

 

~~~

 

It first started with the whispers of the villagers as they spoke of the wayward samurai making his way through the town.

 

“Look at his eyes.”

 

“Look at his hair.”

 

“That's a demon that one is.”

 

”He carries a sword - even now, in these times, he carries a sword!”

 

“What should we do?”

 

“Call the taijiya!”

 

And so it went, until the whispers met the still alert and sensitive ears of the aging hanyou, resting against the entrance to the cave.

 

His tired golden eyes blinked once, twice, before he yawned and gently fingered the ancient and much worn katana by his side.

 

“Oi! Sango!”

 

She was startled to hear his call, but excited nonetheless. Even though his voice was cracked with age, there was a hint of anticipation in it -- which usually meant a demon, and thus action for her.

 

After all this time, could there really be a demon outside, seeking the Shikon?

 

She smiled a small, wicked little smile as removed her yukata, displaying her tight leather taijiya outfit for the first time in many years. As seductive as the outfit was, those who have seen it on her knew that it meant death, and as such, the villagers tended to return to their huts when she emerged from her cave wearing it.

 

Sango grabbed her ancient Hiraikotsu, and made her way to the mouth of the cave. Her longtime companion Kirara soon joined her. The firecat now had four tails and could probably easily handle whoever was threatening the village on its own, but Sango was having none of that. Not when she had been deprived of action for so very long.

 

As she reached the mouth of the cave, Inuyasha met her sharp brown eyes with his slightly unfocused golden ones.

 

“There is talk in the village of a youkai. I don't smell one as of yet, but it's probably just because the wind is carrying his scent in the other direction. I'd take care of him myself, but I figured you'd like the honor, seeing as you're getting all rusty,” he teased, the lines around his eyes smiling with mirth.

 

The truth of the matter was that his sense of smell was probably failing him as well as his eyesight.

 

She once again felt a pain in her heart. Is this what it feels to be immortal, then? To see all the ones you love wither and die, while you remain unchanged?

 

No wonder why Sesshoumaru never liked to let anyone close to him.

 

She offered the old hanyou a small, patient smile.

 

“Hai, Inuyasha. I will take care of our little guest. Thank you.”

 

“No problem. If ya need help, just holler, okay?”

 

“Hai.”

 

And with that, the hanyou leaned against the wall of the cave mouth and stood guard; the Tetsusaiga held tightly in his aging hands.

 

Kirara curled up next to him and mewed.

 

The jewel was nested deep inside of the cave, and protected by not only the hanyou and the neko youkai but several ancient wards cast by her late husband before his death.

 

Even after several hundred years, Miroku's holy wards were still strong. No demon could pass, and if their visitor happens to be human and manages by sheer chance to get by her? Well, the hanyou was old but not dead, and even near blind; he still wielded the deadly demon blade like none other.

 

And there was always Kirara to back him up.

 

Satisfied that the jewel was well protected, Sango made her way into the town.

 

As she anticipated, the villagers soon scattered once they saw her in full taijiya regalia.

 

The visitor, however, met her head on, just outside of town in the center of the road that stood between the cave and the village. The trees to the right of them provided much shade to the area, but she could still make out the young man's distinctive features as he slowly approached her.

 

No demon was he, but she could see how the villagers made the mistake of believing he was one. For he moved with a fluidity and grace that she had not seen since the last time she had met the youkai Lord of the Western Lands.

 

Sango took silent stock of the petite man in front of her, and decided that he was most definitely human. Human, but perhaps he had some demon blood hidden in his ancestry. It would account for his almost feminine beauty, and his long auburn hair.

 

His hair was pulled tightly into a top knot; the sign of a samurai. She had no doubt that he was a good one. The fact that he had yet to show any fear or rage when presented with an opponent was testimony to that.

 

His hand hovered over the hilt of his sword as their eyes met.

 

His piercing violet eyes were tinted with gold, and Sango was slightly amused to notice that he was studying her with a similar intensity.

 

He was good at hiding his emotions, but after several centuries of studying human nature, it was not enough for him to hide from her completely. She swallowed thickly in her throat as she read the depths of despair in his eyes.

 

She had not seen eyes like that since Kohaku.

 

What exactly had this man been through, to show such pain in the depths of his soul?

 

Her eyes shifted to the cross shaped scar on his cheek, and she wondered for a moment what sort of life had this young man led. For he was so very, heartbreakingly young -- in fact, she doubted he was a day over twenty.

 

But like Kohaku so many years before, this man had the blood of many on his conscious.

 

Still, she did not feel that he was here to spill even more blood. If anything, she would guess that he was resigned to be penitent.

 

In fact, everything about him, from his stance to his forlorn looks begged forgiveness for his very existence.

 

And yet, he stood there, a traveler a long way from home, carrying a sword in a time when such things were forbidden.

 

Perhaps he wasn't here for the jewel, after all. Perhaps he was just a wanderer, passing through. He was either a man looking to find himself, or a man looking to hide from his past.

 

Or perhaps he was a bit of both.

 

He looked at her now, the question apparent on his face, and yet he said nothing.

 

It almost hurt to look at him, like that.

 

Suddenly, she wanted to see him live. She wanted to see this stranger gain the fire that he must have had at one time. She wanted to erase his forlorn look and show him that life was still worth living.

 

No matter the cost.

 

With a small cry, she launched the heavy boomerang into to the air.

 

He was startled for just a moment, before he moved dexterously out of its path.

 

The breath caught in her throat. He moved like the wind and the wolf king.

 

On the second pass of her boomerang, he drew his katana.

 

Once again, she was stunned at what she saw. This stranger was eliciting more reactions out of her than she had felt in many centuries.

 

The stranger carried a sakabatou.

 

He spoke then, in a voice that was soft and mellow and completely disarming and Sango felt something inside of her ignite in response.

 

“I do not wish a confrontation with you miss, that I do not.”

 

She smirked at him in return.

 

“Well, perhaps I wish one with you. It is a rite of passage, you see. In order to traverse this village you have to best me,” she answered, her voice an octave lower than she intended as she slowly removed her katana from its place by her side.

 

She could see him swallow thickly as his took in the form of her body, and her catlike movements.

 

Ah, she had ignited the young samurai's lust. Well, it would make things more interesting, to be sure.

 

She quickly clamped down on the small voice in her head that suggested just how interesting things could become.

 

And then he moved. He was so fast, that she didn't even see him leave the spot where he stood before he was in front of her, his sword coming down in a wide arc.

 

She easily parried his attack and flipped over him, gracefully landing on her feet.

 

His back was to her, and that was dangerous for him. To teach him of his folly, she launched an attack with the flat of her blade against his backside - but met nothing but air.

 

He had managed to once again avoid her, and her heart rate was beginning to increase. He had skill, of that there was no doubt, and for the first time in forever Sango felt truly alive.

 

The two of them sparred for the better part of an hour; neither managing to land a hit on the other, until the two of them were sweating and breathing heavily.

 

“You are good, woman,” he said, with narrowed eyes that were now more amber than violet.

 

She smiled, and thrust forward so that their blades met in mid air and their chests came into contact with each other.

 

“You are not so bad yourself, my young samurai,” she whispered into his ear, her voice thick and sultry.

 

He growled at her, low and almost feral, and she felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with adrenaline course through her veins.

 

His eyes were now completely amber, and with one deceptively strong arm, he pulled her flush against him.

 

She gasped at the feel of his hard body against her own. It had been so very long since she had felt the touch of another.

 

“Do not tease me woman, for you do not know who you are dealing with,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

 

Sango threw her head back and laughed, heartily.

 

“And you do not know who it is that you are dealing with, my beautiful swordsman,” she whispered back, with a hint of mirth as she shamelessly cupped his scarred cheek with her free hand.

 

He made an incoherent sound in his throat before his lips descended on hers, violently, as he initiated a confrontation of another kind. His kiss was filled with fire and intensity, and she eagerly accepted his tongue inside the warm cavern of her mouth.

 

Their mouths locked together in a heated battle, as each of them fought to wrest dominance of the kiss from the other. Like their swordplay, the kiss was a draw, and they only pulled back from it when the need for air became overwhelming..

 

Sango regarded him once again. Had she thought him beautiful before? He was absolutely breathtaking now, with his eyes amber and his cheeks aflame with passion. His half lidded eyes were gleaming with a mixture of lust and confusion, and she could tell that behind those eyes, the samurai was waging a battle all of his own.

 

He wanted her; that was apparent, and she now wanted him just as desperately. For it had been too long, far too long since she felt the touch of a man in passion. She now knew what they both needed to ignite the spark of life again within their souls. Sango shot him a look filled with the promise of illicit passion, and then slowly and seductively backed away from him.

 

His eyes followed her greedily, as she turned and made her way away from the road of the village and into the canopy of the trees. Just before she was to disappear into the woods, she turned to him and indicated with her eyes and her smile that he should follow.

 

She was not even fifty paces into the woods before she felt him sliding up behind her. His breaths were short and erratic, and he pulled her back against his chest. The red haired swordsman dipped his head so that his soft and pliant lips made contact with the side of her neck, and Sango let out an involuntary mew in response.

 

The little sound she made seemed to encourage him, and the next thing she felt was his hands reaching around her from behind to softly cup her breasts. He was still behind her as his lips worried a trail from her neck to behind her ear, while his delicate fingers teased her nipples to a point through the leather of her form fitting outfit.

 

“Yes… so good,” she murmured, her own breaths coming fast and furious as her knees threatened to buckle underneath her.

 

He whipped her around to face him once again. His face was flush against hers as he dipped his tongue into the shell of her ear.

 

“Ungh…” she muttered incoherently. Her own hands greedily worked on untying his obi. His pink gi fell open as a result of her efforts, and she was rewarded with a view of his lean, sinewy chest.

 

He pulled back to look at her in wonder, as she ran her fingers over the planes of his upper body. She mapped his chest with her fingers, the pale skin was scarred in several places, but to her it only added to his appeal. His body was refined and toned like that of the most accomplished taijiya. When her fingers brushed across a delicate pink nipple, the young samurai sucked in a shaky breath, and Sango found herself abruptly slammed to the ground.

 

“Kami… you are beautiful,” he whispered throatily against her slightly swollen lips, before capturing them in a feather-soft kiss. The kiss quickly grew in intensity until they were once again hungrily feeding off of each other's mouth. He nibbled on her upper lip with his teeth, and she had to stifle a gasp as her hands balled into fists by her side.

 

Frantically, they tore at each other's clothes, desperate to expose skin to lips and hands. When her breasts were bared to his view, he sat back on his haunches and looked at her, greedily.

 

“A Tenshi…” the swordsman said huskily, as his hands worshipped her body and his lips paid homage to her breasts. First one nipple and then the other was suckled into the warm cavity of his mouth until she could take the sensation no more and had to pull his mouth back up to hers.

 

She was wet, so very wet, and she felt such an ache between her legs that she would die if he did not do something about it. His hands were teasing her, brushing against the sides of her hips, and Sango made a sound very like a growl in her frustration.

 

They were now totally naked against each other, and she could feel his need for her on the inside of her thigh.

 

“You are making me so hot,” she whispered, as she grabbed one of his hands and put it between her legs so that he could feel exactly how very hot he was making her. Her other hand encircled his length, and gave him a gentle squeeze.

 

He groaned, and then bit the side of her neck as his nimble fingers parted the folds of her very moist sex and found the hidden bundle of nerves inside.

 

“Oh!” She exclaimed as she lost herself to the gentle strokes of his fingers. When he delicately pinched her clitoris, she bucked widely against him and moaned loudly. The swordsman was playing her body with as much skill as he wielded his katana.

 

“Kami… I want you,” he whispered, as he kissed his way down her body. When he reached the soft dark curls above her pubis, he nudged against her slightly with his nose before descending even further. His lips replaced his fingers, as he gently sucked her clit into his mouth.

 

“You taste like the sweetest sake,” he murmered against her sex, the vibrations of his voice causing Sango to shudder. Her body was strung as tight as a bow and trembling wildly, as he entered a finger inside of her and curled it against her vaginal walls.

 

The combined sensations of his tongue circling her clit and his finger probing deep inside of her was too much for Sango. Her internal muscles clamped down on his finger and fluttered erratically, as she came with such a loud cry that it was nearly deafening.

 

Suddenly, the sensation of his mouth against her became too much, so she reached down and gently tugged on his hair. His amber eyes looked up to her hot and flushed face, and with a wicked grin, he worked his way back up her body.

 

“Did you like that, my tenshi?” he murmured smugly against the side of her neck.

 

“H-hai,” she answered breathlessly. She had almost forgotten how pleasurable the intimate touch of another could be. Why oh why had she denied herself this for so very long?

 

He was kissing her neck again, and she felt the tip of his hardness push against her still very wet sex. There was a bit of fumbling on his part, as he pushed against her but not into her, so she reached down with one hand and positioned him correctly. Her hand was still wrapped around his length, as she maneuvered his cock back and forth against her moist outer folds until he slapped her hand away, and pushed deep inside her with a growl that was almost feral.

 

She felt a slight discomfort at the intrusion -- it had been so very long, and Miroku had never been as wide and as long as her young samurai.

 

“So tight… like a fist around me, that you are,” he said, as he thrust himself in and out of her tight sheath.

 

His movements soon became pleasurable for her as well, as her discomfort lessened and her arousal skyrocketed, once again.

 

“Hai… right there. Do that again,” she moaned, as he hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside of her. Her want, her need for him was stronger than her need to breath, and she wrapped her arms around his backside and pulled him so deep inside of her that any further, they would cease to be two separate people.

 

“NNnnngggh!” He moaned in response as he increased his pace and changed his angle to try to accommodate her.

 

In her pleasure fogged mind, she realized that this man had her completely submissive underneath him. With an extreme effort to get her muscles to respond, she flipped them over, never breaking their connection until he was the one against the ground and she was perched on top of him.

 

His mouth was open and his eyes were once again violet and halfway lidded, as she rode him. She set a pace that was pleasurable to both of them, and threw her head back in extacy when he reached up with one hand to delicately tease an erect nipple.

 

“Oh Kami…” she breathed, the muscles of her thighs straining to maintain a rapid pace. The face of her lover was flushed and frozen in an expression of extreme passion, as his fingers dug almost violently into the hard ground.

 

And then suddenly she was there again, at the peak, and as her muscles tightened around his shaft she heard him cry out underneath her with a roar that rivaled her own. As the spasms started to become erratic, she collapsed on top of him, collecting his lips once more in a lazy kiss. His arms went around her almost immediately and he held her tight against his chest as they fought to control their breathing.

 

“Tell me, my tenshi…. “ he said, his soft voice an indication of his fatigue. “What is your name?”

 

“Sango,” she answered.

 

“Sango… beautiful. I am called—“

 

“Shhh…” She cut him off with a soft kiss. She fell to his side, and felt a moment of loss when his softened cock slipped out of her, but then his arms wrapped around her and pulled her flush against him. No more words were shared between Sango and her beautiful samurai as they lay entwined on the forest floor.

 

It was mere minutes before the red head's breathing started to slow and his eyelids fluttered, as a blissful slumber over took him.

 

Sango smiled softly and sadly, and extricated herself from his embrace. She covered him with his own gi, as she quickly dressed herself.

 

The sleeping samurai before her now looked so peaceful and content - a far cry from the misery she had seen in him earlier.

 

As quietly as possible, she turned to leave. When she reached the road again, she looked over her shoulder and whispered a farewell.

 

”Goodbye, my samurai… and thank you.”

 

~~~

 

She never saw him again, but nine months later she brought a little red-haired girl into the world. Unable to raise the child herself because of her responsibility, she sadly put her in the hands of a childless couple on the outskirts of her village.

 

She would occasionally leave the cave to watch the child from time to time, but it eventually became too painful as the young girl aged and took a husband and then had children of her own.

 

So Sango remained in the cave, alone but for Kirara and Inuyasha. The years flew by, but they did not seem to be as much of a burden as they once were. Her tryst with the samurai had given her enough strength to hold on.

 

The year before a little girl named Higurashi Kagome was born into the world, Sango had buried the hanyou who loved the miko with all his heart.

 

The day Kagome was born, Sango had started to age.

 

And now, after so many long and for the most part uneventful years, Kagome is standing in front of her, her hand holding that of a handsome red haired man with startling green eyes. The man is a descendant of her little tryst with the samurai; of that she has no doubt, but he is also something more. She realizes with some surprise that he has the soul of a youkai as well, and she marvels on the irony of it all.

 

For a moment she wonders if he will be strong enough to protect Kagome and the Shikon, but a simple examination of his ki reassures her and she hands the bane of her existence over to the Miko whose time to carry the burden has only just begun.

 

She smiles at Kagome and her descendant, and as she starts to fade out like Kagome did so many years before, she wonders on how her life has come full circle.

 

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A/N: Well, that was fun. So, can you guess who the guys are? LOL. The first one should be fairly obvious, but 10 points to whoever figures out Kagome's bishie! (hint: I've referenced 3 different anime series)! Hope you enjoyed! This is a really LONG pwp; I've been working on it for a while, but PWP's are kind of hard for me to write. Read, review, and let me know what you think!!