InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hard to Let Go ❯ Calm Before the Storm ( Chapter 1 )

HARD TO LET GO

Disclaimer: don't own, don't sue.

ANGST WARNING!! although not too much in this chapter, more later. 

This is just gonna be a short story about 3-4 chapters. Those who complain about my chappies too short, this story has longer chapters, hope you are happy.

I. Calm Before the Storm

It was a perfect summer day. Wisps of clouds raced in the bluest sky. A slight breeze blew across the land, cooling those made too hot by the sun.

The weather was completely opposite to what Sango was feeling that day. She strained not to cry as she remembered. Her ebony hair blew around her face as she knelt to place a bouquet of flowers on the earth.

Everything was going well for them. Naraku was severely injured and resting between battles. Sango was sure that with a bit more effort, they could finally end this. While Naraku was resting, they were taking a break as well, catching their breaths and healing wounds.

"Here, does that feel better?" a voice broke into Sango's thoughts. She turned and smiled.

"Thanks Houshi-sama," she made a face as Miroku gently pressed some soft clothes to her wound to stop the bleeding.

"Your welcome," Miroku planted a soft kiss on her cheek before going off to tend to his own wounds.

Sango blushed. She was still getting used to his showing of affection since their confessions of love. One reason she couldn't wait to finish Naraku off was so that she and Miroku would live together. He had asked her to, if the curse had been lifted and if he was still alive. She'd even agreed to bear his children.

"Are we all rested? Then let's find Naraku and finish him off!" Inuyasha announced impatiently.

"Wait, Inuyasha, I suggest we wait a couple of days," Miroku said, being the sensible one.

"And what, so Naraku could heal himself and become stronger?" Inuyasha retorted.

"That's not what I mean," Miroku answered calmly. "We need time to heal and get stronger ourselves, so we can perform better. You have to remember that we humans do not heal as fast as you do. Kagome-sama is not fully recovered. And Sango is still hurt, she's too weak to fight."

Sango smiled. Her Houshi-sama was always looking out for her. He even seemed to grope her less.

"It's okay, Houshi-sama, I'll be fine." She tried to get up but stumbled on her weak legs. Luckily, Miroku caught her, causing both of them to blush.

"You're not fine, Sango. Rest." Miroku hugged her and gently laid her down.

Kagome looked on with a small smile on her lips. They were so cute together. She sighed. Now if only she and Inuyasha…

Speaking of whom, he was sitting cross-legged, pouting.

"Cut it with the mush, will ya! Save your time and breath for healing. You humans need it," he whined.

"Sit!"

Wham!

"He never learns, does he?" Shippo shook his head.

Sango stirred in her sleep as she thought she heard a low moan. She opened her eyes to see Miroku still awake, staring at his right hand. The fire illuminated his face.

She crawled to where he was leaning against the tree and leaned against him.

"What's wrong, Houshi-sama?" Miroku shook his head.

"Nothing, it's nothing. Go back to sleep, you need rest." He continued to stare at his hand. Suddenly, he winced in pain.

Sango shifted closer to him. "It's your Kazaana, isn't it?"

Miroku nodded. "It's starting to hurt a little. I think I used it a bit too much for the past couple of days."

"You better take it easy then. I don't want anything to happen to you." Sango reached over and gently stroked the prayer beads sealing his hand.

"This is the only thing that keeps us apart. I can't wait till we destroy Naraku," she whispered.

Miroku smiled. "Are you looking forward to living with me then?"

Sango blushed.

"I am. Before I met you, all I thought of was how to destroy Naraku and avenge my family. I've accepted my fate, and didn't think about how I would live if I succeeded. Now, I'm looking forward to life. And I want to destroy Naraku not only to avenge my family, but also so I can live with you."

Sango blushed deeper as Miroku tilted her head and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

Sango sighed when they parted. "I'm looking forward to the battle, yet I'm afraid."

"Why?" Miroku put a protective arm around her.

"Because when Naraku is destroyed, we'll have to complete the jewel. That means Kohaku won't live anymore."

"I know it's hard to let go Sango," he kissed her forehead, "But Kohaku would finally be able to rest in peace."

She sighed and leaned against him. "I guess you're right. It's just that, he's the only person left of my village."

"You have to move on Sango. Kohaku doesn't belong here; Naraku is forcing him to stay. If you really love him, you should do what's best for him," Miroku whispered softly against her hair.

Sango nodded sadly. "I guess so. Thanks Houshi-sama," she kissed his lips quickly before going back towards her sleeping bag.

"Remember Houshi-sama, take it easy!"

Miroku looked at her retreating form fondly and smiled. Thank you Sango.

"Just a little more!" Inuyasha shouted over the sounds of battle. "We almost have him!"

"Ugh." Sango grunted as one of Kagura's wind blades cut her right shoulder. She rested on her knees to catch her breath and clenched her teeth against the pain.

"Here." She heard the sound of cloth tearing and saw Miroku quickly bandage her wound with a piece of cloth torn from his robe.

"Thanks." She got up and got ready to fight.

"Be brave, my Sango, we're almost there." Miroku helped her to steady herself and pulled her into a quick but passionate kiss before going off to help Inuyasha and Kagome.

Sango touched her lips gently, the kiss still lingering. Houshi-sama is so kind…

But before she could think about it further, Shippo yelled at her to watch out. She turned and narrowly dodged Kohaku's scythe.

Time to finish this. She grabbed the Hiraikotsu and rushed towards the enemy.

In the middle of the fighting, they all heard an agonizing scream of pain. Naraku's minions suddenly started to retreat. Sango wondered if Naraku was finally destroyed. But who could've done it? She could see her friends, and they looked just as confused.

"Wait, where's Houshi-sama?" she asked nobody in particular.

The wind started to pick up, and the sky darkened as if a storm was approaching.

Another scream of pain. This time, Sango recognized the voice. It sounded like…

"Houshi-sama!" she yelled while running towards the voice, not even leaving time to pick up her weapon. The rest of the gang followed.

Sango suddenly came to a stop on top of a hill. Her mouth opened in horror.

"Houshi-sama…" she whispered as the winds violently whipped her hair.

Miroku was standing in a small crater about thirty feet away, his Kazaana open. It seemed that it was starting to consume him. Instead of the small hole in the palm of his hand, most of his forearm was enveloped in blackness. He was gritting his teeth against the pain.

Sango stood there, motionless, as debris flew past her towards him. She was in shock, and couldn't believe what was happening was real.

Miroku looked her way and caught her eyes. I'm sorry... his eyes said.

Sango didn't do anything, she didn't even cry.