InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Free Fall ❯ Free Fall ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: This story isn't really about love, except on some twisted level in Naraku's case, it's really more about Sango's ability to survive through all of this. Her real history is amazing enough on it's own, this girl has even literally crawled out of her own grave! That's why, with her power, her strength, and her endurance, I believe she can live through anything, even this...

This title refers to the scientific definition of Free Fall, where after falling, you stop accelerating over a certain amount of time.


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You finally reach that grimy basin, and when you’re done heaving and coughing up what you would have never put into your mouth in the first place, you bite your lip to keep from screaming. Then, after you find that you’re still in one piece, you wrap yourself up tight and face what you’ve become.

Pathetic

The first thing you notice is your hair, it is so short now. You let go of yourself to caress your missing locks, but when you remember what he did to you that day afterwards nearly sends you back over the basin again. You grit your teeth and shut your eyes.

Between the intrusions in your body, the fingers in your skin, and the voices in your head…

Breathe

But the lump comes up, and what you’re trying to hold in spills back out; now the floor is dirty again.


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You peer at her from your position through the doorway. And as you watch her shoulders tremble and as you hear her wretched, muffled sobs, and then, as you invisibly trace her lovely scars with one finger, some of which were given by you, only one word drift into your thoughts:

Beautiful

Knowing what you did, and can do to her makes you hunger for her again. But between the taste of her body, the heat of her skin, and the poisoning of her mind, you know you still do not have all of her yet. And like everything else, you simply know there is a piece of herself she is hiding away from you.

You are Naraku, you are greedy, you are jealous, and you are hateful, and you let her live.

But you are Naraku, and you are all of these things, and yet you still let her live.

Your desires are insatiable.


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You stiffen as you feel his arms snake around your waist to lightly massage the area near your stomach, as his bare chest presses against your equally bare back, as his tongue and breath lingers on your neck to move towards your lips. You clench your fists, and you stifle your rage, but you keep your eyes closed to remember who you are.

You are Sango, you are strong, you are brave, you are your father’s daughter, you are your brother’s hero, and you will be your brother’s savior.

But you are Sango, you were not strong enough, you were not brave enough, you watched your father die, you failed your brother, and yet you will still be your brother’s savior.

There is so little you have done.

And thus, as his body pins you to the floor, as his sweat mingles into yours, and as his whispers and thrusts pierce through your body and soul, you remember who you are…

And how there is still so much you must do.


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