InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen Samurai ❯ Chapter 19 ( Chapter 19 )

DISCLAIMOR: DON'T OWN INUYASHA. IF I DID, NARAKU WOULD BE OLD, FAT, AND MAD UGLY WHILE INUYASHA, MIROKU, AND SESSHOUMARU MORE DEVILISHLY HANDSOME THAN ONE WOULD THINK POSSIBLE....AND THEY WOULD BE MINE...OH THE BLISS. ^_^ *^-^*

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Sango starred up at the full moon that shone between the trees. She felt more relaxed as she waded in the waters of the hot spring. It seemed that she had missed those moonlit baths, how the warm water slid off her skin, melting all her troubles. She dunked herself beneath the surface, and watched the moon's reflection dance upon the suface above her head. When she raised her head up, the waters broke into a brilliant splash around her.

'Truly a magnificant sight,' thought the one beholding her.

Sango noticed as well that she wasn't alone anymore, the hairs on the back of her neck starting to rise. She ducked under so that only from the her nose up could be seen, and she searched for the intruder.

"No need to be frightened."

"I'm not frightened," she protested.

"Then why do you hide?"

"For modesty of course! Besides, my body is not the most desirable to look upon."

"And why would you say that?" Sesshoumaru asked.

"My body . . . it isn't womanly." She turned her back towards him and rose up, revealing the deep and heavy scar on her back. She raised her arms as well and more scars could be seen. "As you can see, my body has lost its feminine beauty."

"A warrior's scars are nothing to be afraid nor shameful of. Do you feel you are unworthy?"

Sango was still turned away. "I feel that no man would find this butchered body desirable. A woman's skin whould be like porceline, not burned from the sun. A woman's hands should be soft, not callused from the handling of weapons. A woman should be pure . . . not . . "

Sango heard the water move and she turned to see Sesshoumaru walking into the water, his clothes disgarded at the bank. All she had to see were his finely sculpted chest and hard abs and that made her blush and turn away once more. He . . . he was naked! . . and . .in the spring! . .with her! Sesshoumaru walked behind her and traced his fingers lightly down Sango's back, along the large scar that marred her. She flinched at his touch, being she was nervous and the gesture was unexpected, especially from whom the gesture was coming from. Before she knew it, though, the flinch soon turned into a shudder of warmth.

"When was this?" he asked.

"It was the scar I received from the burn when my home exploded. My reminder of that horrid night. Sometimes . . . sometimes it still hurts."

"You mean the world to me, I hate to see you suffering."

"But . . . when you brought me here I'm sure that was your first intention. What made you change?"

The corners of Sesshoumaru's mouth slightly turned upwards. She knew his first intentions when he brought her here to the castle. He'd be a fool to have not believed that she would figure it out. He ran his hands up and down her arms and shoulders.

"You made me change," he said. "Your first intentions were to kill me. What made you change?"

Sango smiled to herself, knowingly. "You did . . . you and Rin made me change."

"It seems that we were both blinded by our prejudices against eachother. Sango..."

He turned her around. She looked up at him with uncertainty in her eyes. He had to control himself, the appearance of her beauty was making him aroused, even more so the fact that the small mound of her breasts were peaking above the water. The water glistened on her body, reflecting the moonlight, her own eyes filled with light. It was all too breathtaking, and he had to fight back the urge to take her.

"Did you mean what you promised Rin?" he asked.

"Yes, I meant it."

"Sango . . . there are many things that we've both been taught that some things just aren't done. But I am more than willing to break that. Will you be my mate?"

Sango looked down, searching for the right words to say to him and to control the butterflies that had grown in her stomach. "For a long time, I've been searching for someone whom I know will stand by my side forever. I thought I had found that someone . . . now I see that what I had wanted, was something unexpected. It was you." She raised a moist hand and touched his face, tracing the markings on his cheek. "Yes, Sesshoumaru. I will be your mate."

Sesshoumaru too reached to touch her face. "You have tears in your eyes . . . yet you smile."

"Because you've finally given me a reason to smile for you, Sesshoumaru. And I promise, this smile will be for you and for you alone."

She trailed her wet fingers delicately up his back and she heard him purr in his chest again. That low grumble excited her and made her shiver in delight. He brought her close to him, her breasts against his bare chest as he claimed her lips in a kiss. It was passionate, it was wild, it was everything that they wanted! He ushered her towards the bank, about to prepare her for what layed ahead, but she broke the kiss.

"Listen," she said heavily. "I can't do this quite yet. There are a few things that need to be done first."

"And that would be?" he asked, a tint of dissapointment in his voice.

"I want to become a full youkai so I may exact my revenge on my former comrades. This way no rules have to be broken once we mate."

"It doesn't matter to me if you're a youkai or human."

"But it matters to me. I'm part demon anyway, why not bring the rest of my potential out? Once I become one I know my scars will heal so I can give you my best. Not to mention the fact that my fighting ability will also increase so I may defeat my enemies."

"Your scars mean nothing to me. You need not fret over such imperfections."

"But that's just it," she reasoned. "I want to be perfect . . . for you. Please, this is what I want. I thank you for caring for me as I am, but . . . this is my wish."

Sesshoumaru was unsure of her request, for it seemed quite unusual. But the fact that she wanted her full potential to be released was natural; nothing odd about that. He looked into her brown orbs that were so pleading and he nodded. Sango smiled warmly and he carried her to the bank, covering her with his own robes. With youkai speed he brought her to her room and set her down on the bed. Sango looked away, blushing, being he was just standing there naked in front of her.

"Get dressed," he said. "I will return shortly."

Sango nodded, but refused to look up, feeling completely embarrased. When he left her room, she rose up and changed into one of her kimonos. There was no turning back from this point on. She knew the truth, and came to her own conclusion of what she must do next. The truth pained her greatly, but no one said that life was fair and that people live happy ever after. She had to fight her own demons, even if it meant becoming one in order to fulfill her promise to her family and exact her revenge. When Sesshoumaru returned, she was relieved he was fully clothed, and noticed he had a potion in his hand.

"Are you sure that this is what you want?" he asked. "This will grant you your wish, but I don't know what it will do to you."

Sango took the potion from him. "I've been to hell and back, darling. There isn't anything that I can't handle." She drank it down and threw the bottle harshly to the ground, the glass shattering into a million pieces.

"I'll check on you in the morning."

He left and Sango shrugged, not feeling any different and doubtful what the fuss was all about. Then it hit her. She couldn't explain it, it was as if her heart was beating in her brain instead of her chest. She felt a bit dizzy, feeling her bloodflow suddenly rush through her body. What was happening?!?! This pain!! It was unlike any physical pain she felt before! And that's because it was . . . it wasn't her physical body, it was her soul being sculpted, remolded into someone else. Now and then a dark ki would spark in the room and it increased as she felt she would lose her sanity. That night Sango's cries could be heard all night, and those within the castle knew that darkness itself was to be reborn this night.

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"Sango!"

"What's going on?" Kagome asked. She looked at Miroku who had bolted up from his sleep, sweat running down his face and his breathing fast. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"I. . .I don't know. For a moment I thought I heard Sango screaming in agony! Something's wrong! Something's happened to her!"

"Calm down," said Inuyasha. "Don't get your robes all in a bunch. There's nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about?!" Miroku exclaimed. "Sango is in danger and you say there's nothing to worry about?!"

"Relax! It was just a damn dream!"

"Inuyasha is right, you need to calm down," said Kagome. "You're already streesed out as it is."

"Why did we waste our time in coming back here when we should be going to the castle? Why did we turn back!?"

"I can't believe you have the god damn nerve to ask that Miroku! You know why, and you know Sango would have wanted us to come back here!"

"I. . .I know. I'm sorry."

Kagome calmed down and sighed. "Why don't you and I go for a walk?"

Miroku nodded and rose to follow her into the woods. Kagome look worriedly at her friend, the way he held his head down, his eys dull. She hated to see him like that, and really felt sorry for him.

"So tell me," she said, "what was it that you felt?"

"I can't explain it. It was as if for a moment I felt the emotions that went through her soul. As if we were one. She is in agony, her mind and body in total anguish. I could feel every bit of it rushing within my veins . . . something dark."

"Oh Miroku..."

"Forgive me, I know I've been nothing but a bother to you and Inuyasha since Sango disapeared. It's just not fair! We were finally getting closer to eachother in our relationship and once again she has been torn away from me!"

"We'll get her back, Miroku. I promise. Just try to be strong."

"I've been nothing but strong Kagome, but my endurance won't last much longer. I'm losing my mind! Something's happening, I just know it!"

Kagome held him firm by the shoulders. "Miroku! Calm down! Becoming irrational and acting without thought won't solve anything!"

Miroku looked downcast, "I know. . .it's just. . .living without Sango is worse than dying from this air-rip."

Miroku looked around at the run-down huts and debris scattered everywhere. He could only imagine what hell this villiage must have been like when it was destroyed. How Sango must've felt. He knelt beside the memorial stone of which Sango had made for her father and brother. And now a second memorial stone was placed beside the first, both Kagome and Miroku paying their respects. It was so unreal how it all happened, and Miroku was more at a lost end than ever before.

"Thank you, my friend, for giving it your all," Miroku said softly. "I couldn't ask any more of you than what you had to give. But you chose to give everything."

"Let's head back, Miroku."

Miroku stood up and gazed back one last time. "Rest in peace."

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A second memorial stone? Who could it belong to? Is Miroku too late to save his beloved? Or does she really need to be saved? The plot thickens once more . . .

~*~Lady Pheonix~*~