InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hanyou no kokoro no naka de; Within the Heart of the Half-Demon ❯ Visions ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Not me. Can't believe you'd even think that.

 

A/N: Yay! I finally got my new computer AND school is out for the summer!!!!!! Only one more year for me… but now I can write all the time! Wohoo! I'll try and update every few days or so when I'm in town. I'm also going to be gone a lot this summer, but I will try! Thank you for being so patient the past few weeks. Now, on with chapter 5…

 

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Chapter 5

 

Visions

 

Sango groaned as she turned over in her half-asleep state, falling from the edge of Kagome's trundle to the floor below. She jumped up, still tangled in the pink bed sheets and griping tight to what had been her pillow, and squealed at the freezing temperature of the marble floor. She looked around, still quite startled, trying to remember where exactly she was. The room wasn't her own, and she certainly didn't have sheets this nice or pillows this soft. She sat back down on the bed and rubbed her eyes. That's right. I slept in Kagome's room last night. She looked back at Kagome's bed. It was empty.

 

“That's odd. I wonder what Kagome-sama is doing up this early.”

 

She sat for a minute, trying to figure out what it was she was supposed to do next. For nineteen years now, Sango had been waking up in the morning, but every morning was still the same; the first twenty minutes or so were spent sitting in bed trying to figure out what step came next in her morning routine. For starters, she thought, she could go into her own room and perhaps get dressed. Maybe everything would make more sense after that. She slid out of the bed and into her slippers that waited at her bedside, then walked swiftly to the door. Oh, how I hate being in the large rooms alone…

 

Upon reaching the doors, Sango found a note resting in the curved handle. She pulled out the small slip of paper and read:

 

Sango-chan,

I couldn't sleep so

I went out for a walk

early this morning.

breakfast is in the

dining hall. I'll meet

you there.

~Kagome

 

Sango reached down to slip the paper into her robe pocket, but then realized that her robe had yet to make it on to her body, for it was still hanging on a hook near the bathroom door. Stupid me…wouldn't want to walk down the hall in my pajamas. She slid her feet lethargically across the marble floor to the bathroom door and grabbed the robe down from the wall, slid it over her shoulders, stuffing the note into the pocket, and exited the room.

 

Before long, Sango had changed out of her pajamas and into a pink and green blouse. A blue handkerchief rested loosely on her shoulders, and she didn't dare leave her Hiraikotsu in the room while she was gone. She brushed her long black hair and put it in a low ponytail between her shoulder blades, then, with a quick touch, added pink eye shadow over her eyelids. She pulled the small slip of paper out of her robe pocket and stuffed it carelessly into the pocket of her skirt.

 

“Well, that ought to do it!” Sango piped cheerfully as she gazed into the mirror. With an extra bounce, she turned toward the door. What a great day this is going to be… With one hand gripping the strap of her Hiraikotsu, Sango reached out and grabbed the handle to the door. Something, however, made her stop. She did not release her hold on the door handle, but felt the presence of something in the room. It's coming…

 

Saaaangoooooo…

 

Sango didn't let go of the door handle, but squeezed it harder. Silently, she began praying that it would go away this time, that it wouldn't be real. The voice filled the room with an eerie, all-pervading tension. Sango could feel the presence of her unwanted company hanging from the wall and ceiling, and even from the air she breathed.

 

Saaaangoooooo…

 

“No,” she whispered. “Not again…”

 

Then she heard a laugh. Not an evil, deadly laugh, but that of a child.

 

“Oi, Sango!” the young boyish voice echoed.

 

Sango held her breath. Kohaku? Is that you, Kohaku? Was she imagining it this time? Would she turn around and see, not a horrific hallucination, but her younger brother? Releasing the door handle, she decided to take a chance. She turned, still shaking with fear.

 

“Kohaku?”

 

When she took sight of the source of the voice, she gasped and jumped backwards, standing against the door, covering her face. Across the room sat a white baboon. The look on his face was dark, and an ominous aura surrounded him. Behind him lay three bodies, dead from what Sango could see, and on his left stood Sango's younger brother, Kohaku, face down-cast and weapon over his head, ready to fire and kill.

 

“No! No, Kohaku!!”

 

--It's too late, Sango.--

 

“Leave him alone, you beast!”

 

--He has already turned to me.--

 

“Liar!”

 

--He fights for me now.--

 

“No! Kohaku would never…”

 

--And someday, Sango, you will fight for me, too.--

 

“I would never be your puppet, ugly! Show your face, you coward!” Sango yelled bravely, but her eys were filled with tears and she was scared.

 

--As you see, the baboon said, motioning behind him, Kohaku has already slain your friends…--

 

”No!! Kohaku!” she yelled, reaching for her Hiraikotsu.

 

--Would you really consider bringing harm to your younger brother simply because he hurt someone else?--

 

“That boy is not my brother,” Sango said angrily, “Kohaku would never hurt anyone!”

 

--Oh, but it is, Sango. And you fear him, because you know that one day, he will slay you as well.--

 

“NO!” Sango exclaimed, slinging her Hiraikotsu at the baboon, tears falling from her eyes. Her anger overwhelmed whatever sense of fear she had left in her, and she took her chance to perhaps rid her days of the ever-increasingly omnipresent baboon. Though had she thought it out, her weapon would do no good on one who was a mere hallucination, but in her frazzled state of mind, it seemed as though it was the appropriate thing to do.

 

In the large room, the boomerang circled, nearly hitting the ceiling, but returning to Sango's hand, who was still standing next to the door. For a few moments, she did not move, but stared blankly ahead. It had happened again…those death threats from her brother…and they were scarier every time. She thought and thought, and the deeper she got, she more fear began to overtake her body. Her arms were shaking, her heart racing, and she was short of breath.

 

Kagome! She can help me! Just like always, she understands!

 

Without another thought, Sango dropped her Hiraikotsu and swung the door open, bolting down the hall, still semi-hysterical. She ran down the hallway until she reached the end, turning down the stairwell.

 

“Kagome,” she said, a bit cautiously. She reached her third flight of stairs. Where do I get off? Where do I go? Where is she!?!? “Kagome!” Sango began crying harder, yelling out Kagome's name every few steps. She was so frazzled, she had completely forgotten where Kagome had said she was or even that she had the note in the pocket of the skirt she was wearing. “Kagome!” she called again.

 

Sango had made her way down to the lower levels of the castle. The décor had changed, but she was crying too hard to even notice it. The ceilings were convex and coated with majestic paintings of angels, clouds, and stars. Golden statues lined the walls of the hallway, and the occasional door was painted bright red and lined with golden boarders. The marble floors were red and gold, and red banners, each with varying kanji hung from the walls above each statue. Sango suddenly felt lost, stressing her already panicking state.

 

“Where am I…” she whispered, calling for Kagome once again. She looked up and noticed the paintings on the ceilings, making a quick mental note of how beautiful they were. For only a moment, Sango forgot why she was running. She gazed at the vast hallway in awe that some one could paint something so detailed and beautiful, but when it hit her that she was in this creepy hallway all by herself, she stopped and started ahead.

 

She knew she wasn't alone.

 

Sango spun around and saw the white baboon at the end of the hallway, not moving, but only gazing at her. She screamed and kept running.

 

“Kagome! Kagome!!”

 

She blindly turned a corner, running dead into a six-foot statue of Buddha. She screamed again as she tripped and spun around, trying to find her balance, but failing and falling towards the floor.

 

“Whoa!” came a voice attached to the two arms that Sango suddenly found herself in. She gasped and looked up to meet a pair of chocolate eyes looking down on her in concern.

 

“Are you okay there, miss?”

 

It was a young man, she recognized him from somewhere before, but couldn't place him in her state of mind. He wore a purple robe and had prayer beads around his right arm.

 

Now that she was finally relaxed, Sango burst into tears. She turned and grabbed the stranger's robe, sobbing into it. He looked slightly baffled at first, but patted Sango on the back in order to provide the traumatized girl with a bit of comfort.

 

“Are you looking for Kagome-sama?”

 

Sango tried catching her breath as she replied, “Yes…Do you know…where…she is?”

 

The man helped Sango stand up. She took a few more deep breaths, finally letting out a sigh.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

Sango nodded, and having regained her mind, she stood straight up, finally looking at the man's face. Suddenly, she jumped back.

 

“It's you!”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“You! That monk from the other day…you pervert!!!”

 

The monk thought, suddenly remembering Sango from their previous meeting. “Ah yes, you were the young lady accompanying Kagome-sama, were you not?”

 

 

xFlashbackx

The monk took her hand and got down on one knee, his head bowed in reverence. “Lady Kagome, would you do me the honor of bearing me a son?”

“Wha…?”

Before anything else could happen, the monk's staff was yanked out of his hand and smacked across the top of his own head. He fell backwards, looking dizzily up into a pair of glaring eyes.

“How dare you!” Sango exclaimed, “You hentai!” She yelled, throwing the staff down at him. He almost caught it as it landed on his stomach. Kohaku stood at a distance laughing. “Now you get out of the princess's sight before we call security!”

The monk got up, holding out his hands and backing away. “Message received! I take my leave of you now!”

Sango took a step toward him and he ran for his life into the castle.

 

xEnd Flashbackx

 

 

“Heh heh heh…” The monk smiled sheepishly, remembering full well this woman's potential anger level. Must…control…hands… “So, umm …” He motioned his hand, asking her for a name by which he should call her.

 

“Sango.”

 

“Sango-san. You're looking for Kagome-sama? Right?”

 

“Hai,” she replied, wiping her forehead, feeling a bit nauseous.

 

“Are you feeling alright, Sango-san?”

 

She nodded. “Yes. I just…need to find the princess. Can you please help me find her? That is, if you're not busy, as a houshi and all. I just really need to find…”

 

“It's okay, Sango-san. I'll help you find her.”

 

Sango smiled and let out a sigh of relief. “Arigato.”

 

“My name is Miroku.”

 

“Arigato, Miroku-sama.”

 

He chuckled at her formality. He nodded as he began walking, leading the way out of the lower levels toward the royal quarters, where Kagome would most likely be. Sango followed close behind him, watching cautiously around her, still slightly afraid of what she might see. Miroku continually looked back at her, noticing her wariness. For a while, he ignored it, acting casual, but by the time they had walked three flights up the stairwell, he stopped.

 

“Ano…What's wrong, Houshi-sama?”

 

“Sango, are you alright?”

 

“Hm? What do you mean?”

 

“You seem a little nervous. Are you nervous?”

 

She looked down at her feet. “Hai.” She looked up at him quickly, “Not because of anything you've done! It's just…” She stopped, and Miroku waited for her to continue. “I'm just a little nervous about…things. This castle get creepier every day. You know what I mean?”

 

Miroku jerked his head up. “Uh…Hai.” Pause “What?”

 

“It's nothing.”

 

Sango turned and began walking up the final flight of stairs. Suddenly she stopped. What was that? A hand?? She screamed on the inside, turning quickly around slapping the monk across the face. The hit brought such force that Miroku lost his balance, falling to his butt at the foot of the flight of stairs.

 

“You lech! BAKA HENTAI!!!”

 

For a moment, she glared angrily at the monk that sat dumbfounded on the floor. Then Sango turned and huffed up the stairs and out the door. Miroku had yet to leave his place on the floor, his hand still out stretched, and a red imprint of a hand on his cheek.

 

“Dang it!”

 

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Kagome rose from her chair at the dining table.

 

“May I be excused.”

 

The King nodded and Kagome pushed in her chair, leaving the room. She walked down the lonely hallway. The ceiling was high and her reflection could be seen in the glossy marble floors as she walked. Statues of knights lined the wall. I giant smiling Buddha sat at the end of the hallway.

 

Sango didn't come down to breakfast this morning, Kagome thought. I wonder is she is still asleep. I did say the dining hall in my note didn't I? I hope she didn't have a… In Kagome's mind, there was a sudden flash and she could see an image of Sango.

 

Sango?

 

She reached out to her, finding only that Sango was crying, calling Kagome's name.

 

“Oh no!” she exclaimed as the image disappeared. Kagome began running up towards the bedrooms. Had Sango left yet? Would she still be there? She ran frantically, trying to find her friend.

 

Suddenly, she stopped. What was that? She could barley hear it, but she was sure she heard someone call her name. She listened closer.

 

“Kagome!” the voice echoed down the hall, nearer now.

 

“Sango?” she replied.

 

The young demon slayer rounded the corner at the end of the hall. She hesitated for a moment, finally seeing Kagome, then running toward her. Kagome stepped forward, but hardly had time to go anywhere before the crying Sango fell into her arms. She wrapped her arms around Kagome's neck and cried into her shoulder.

 

“Sango? Daijoubu ka?”

 

She raised her head off Kagome's shoulder. “I saw him again.”

 

“Who?”

 

“The baboon. The baboon and Kohaku. They came to me again, Kagome-chan.”

 

“How close were they? Did they hurt you?”

 

“Iie. But they were closer than before. Nothing much different.” She looked up into Kagome's eyes. Kagome wanted to cry just seeing the pain in her eyes. She knew there was no one to blame but herself. Sango's sad gaze crushed her heart, making her part of the curse weight only heavier on her shoulders.

 

A single tear rolled down Sango's face. “Kagome, I'm scared.”

 

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A/N: Mwahahahaha! I'll try and update soon. Life is busy. I'll be out of town for the next three weeks, so no updates for a while. Sorry I had to cut this chapter short, but I don't have time to write super long chappies. Jaa!