InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Awaken me With a Kiss ❯ Chapter 3: Sea of Blue ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3: Sea of Blue

The surrounding atmosphere was dark and Sango felt obsolete. Was she deceased? No, for then surely some sort of messenger of the afterlife would come for her, whether, it is a messenger from hell, or an angel of the highest heavens. Though right now, Sango was nowhere near the thoughts of arising from this dark slumber. The cool air caressed her skin softly, and she sighed, two cool droplets of water trailing down her cheek. Sango swallowed painfully looking into the surrounding darkness, which managed to yet show that face.

It was a face of much expression that managed to jolt many uncompromising feelings within her. It haunted her every day life, and managed to place itself within her dreams. But this face, as warm as it normally made her feel was sickening. Sango would've loved to shut it out, but the atmosphere held it up, torturing her. “Why?” she questioned, her face dashed with anguish and eyes that shut out visible moving moisture. “Why did you do that? I've always been at your side, but why at the time I needed you most you had to go womanizing?” Sango angrily screamed in her mind. He was there when needed, but his lecherous ways were truly a downfall to his goodness.

“Why should I care? Its not like I'm in love with him or anything, I care about him but not that much. Why should I even bother? He loves other women more then me... Asking them all to bear his child and all...” Sango's expression unconsciously saddened. The very notion of the monk having nothing towards her, but a mere battle mate wasn't something that seemed to help her femininity and intimacy with men; if being seen only as one for battle, and not a figure of beauty too much... Sango drew a long sigh and lulled her head back, breathing rapidly as a deep heat grazed her forehead, and a white light consumed her...

Kirara's ears perked up and she immediately was at her mistress side. Sango felt a soft stroking by her cheek as she rose with difficulty, holding her head. “Ittai,”

She sat for a while, collecting her thoughts to certain her whereabouts. She looked around the room to see Akira's relieved face. Sango turned her head and leaned on her right to see Miroku tending to a lightly sleeping Emi. Inside, Sango blew. She quickly laid her head to rest and heard a shuffling of feet.

“I see that you are awake Lady Sango, I pray that you are not hurt.”

“Well as you can see I'm just fine so keep those prayers to yourself!” spat Sango.

Miroku was taken back by the comment, but let it slide. “Let me clean those wounds for you,” he reached out to some bandages around Sango's shoulder, and was rejected.

“I don't need them to be cleaned they're just fine! I just need fresh air,” Sango rose and walked away. She picked up a robe and tied it round her and bowed to Akira-san before leaving the room. Miroku quietly looked down to his hand. She had rejected his touch as if she came in contact with a scorching item. Miroku turned his head away and looked to the sleeping lady and back to the empty futon beside him. He didn't know what, but he suspected that he had angered Sango once again. “What did I do this time?” He sighed, “And when will I ever learn? Women, they're just so hard to understand,” He rose quietly and bowed to Akira-san before leaving the room.

He quietly walked through the inn, looking to each balcony, before catching a glimpse of what looked like a female figure. “Hello?”
He walked towards it and reached out a hand, which was rejected with a slap.

“Lady Sango-“

“Go away Miroku,”

“What have I done this time?” Sango faced him, giving a weary look.

“You've done enough.”

“Whatever it is then I'm sorry for it!”

Sango growled giving a `don't follow me look' before she walked back. Miroku sighed and looked up at the darkening sky. When will he ever be able to understand women? Especially Sango?

... Sango placed her last bit of normal clothing on, seething from the events of yesterday. A knock came at the door, and Sango answered with a “Come in”

She heard soft feet shuffle in as she fastened her Hiraikotsu. “The young monk was very worried about you.”

Sango gave an unladylike snort to the comment. “Akira-san, the only thing he could get worried off, is what I do to him after we leave.”

“I see” answered Akira, who was no doubt, standing at the doorway.

“Though he would not stop worrying, he was by your side the whole time, quite unhealthy for him being in such a state with no food. This is why he's pigging out now...”

Sango didn't answer; all she could think off in her head was Miroku staying by Emi's side not hers. “Your words are more heard then believed Akira-san”

She walked to the doorway, where he stopped her. “But believe this, no matter how lustful he may seem there is only one he truly loves, and that is the one constantly by his side.” Sango silently walked past, the name “Emi” resounding in her head.

Sango took a little walk out into the gardens that were passed the hot springs. She sat down under a large Sakura, and stroked the fur of her firecat whom lay sleeping. Sango looked to the skies before jolted her head to the right. She quietly lay down Kirara, putting herself to attention. “Who's there?”

A figure walked up wearing a dark hood. He vanished then quickly reappeared putting Sango off guard and he caught her in an embrace. “Ai, I told you I'd come back for you,” his voice was soft but had an icy feel to it... Sango didn't like this at all.

“Temptation, you will not take me in!”

She looked up to see the hood turned back and show a smiling face. The same one she saw before. “Yes, because I know about the problems you're going through. The one at your side is wandering; do you really need a man that'll sleep with the next girl he sees?” Sango cast her eyes down... He was right... She looked back up, and he merely laughed. Not evilly, but warmly, like he really was a human being.

She looked up into his eyes. Warm like honey and mysterious to no bounds, it seemed to draw her in. Sango had no sense of anything... Faint mewing and growling could be heard within the background, that soon drowned, as she was drawn into a sky of red, and sea of blue...

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