InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Life Sucks ❯ Family Matters ( Chapter 10 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Shoukamiko 
Old wounds, memories and female bonding. Be careful not to get caught up in the crossfire! ^_~
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.28.2014 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 240 | Status: Work In Progress
Old wounds, memories and female bonding. Be careful not to get caught up in the crossfire! ^_~
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.28.2014 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 240 | Status: Work In Progress
Life Sucks
By: ShoukaMiko
Chapter 10: Family Matters
Blanket Disclaimer for Life Sucks: I don't own Inuyasha, its characters, songs, or any other songs I put on here by other groups.
“Sis!” Kohaku laughed running to his sister in his demon slaying gear.
Since the civil war between the humans and demons, and the following truce was established 200 years before, actual demon slaying as it was known was abolished. However, families who had taken place in this as a tradition before were allowed to open up martial arts clubs that upheld the disciplines and traditions of the past. Sango, her brother, and the rest of her family, were part of such a club.
Sango looked up and smiled at her brother from where she was putting the knee guards on her own uniform. “Hey Kohaku! Are you all ready for your demonstration?”
Kohaku came to a stop abruptly by his sister and winced, scratching the back of his head with his kusarigama, the chain-sickle weapon he would be doing his demonstration with. “I guess so....” He trailed off as his gaze shifted to the ground where he toed a line on the gymnasium floor.
“Kohaku? You aren't scared are you?” Sango asked as she paused in putting on her second knee guard, looking up into the anxious face of her brother.
“Who? Me? Of course not!” Kohaku managed a slightly offended look before they both turned there heads as the loud speaker announced the start of the demonstrations. Kohaku groaned as his head dropped, hiding his brown eyes.
“It's ok. Even I still get nervous, as do the rest of us.” Sango finished tying on her knee guard and stood up smiling at her brother, putting a supportive hand on his shoulder. “Even father.”
“Really?” Kohaku looked up hopefully at Sango, still not sure whether he believed her fully.
“Yeah, I mean, with all the hard work we've done all year, it's natural to get a little nervous.” Sango gave a one armed hug to her brother before picking her hiraikotsu (a giant boomerang made out of bone) off of the floor where she was sitting. “It just means that you care about what you're doing, and want to do well at it, that's all.” She hauled her hiraikotsu over her shoulder and watched as her brother expertly swung his kusarigama around, a little happier now. “I'll be right back, I have to get my wakizashi (short sword) for my second event”
“'K sis, …. ummmm” Kohaku's hesitation made Sango turn around from where she was heading toward the locker rooms. “Thanks....you know.... for the pep talk.”
Sango smiled and winked while giving a thumbs up to her little brother. “Anytime little bro. Now go out there and knock-em dead!”
Kohaku smiled at his sisters retreating figure before turning to walk to his designated waiting area. “I won't let you down sis, you, or father.” With more of a bounce in his step he proceeded further...then started to slow... then stopped altogether. Head down and arms limply holding his kusarigama at his side, Kohaku became completely still. His head down, his bangs covering his eyes, he lifted the hand that held the blade end of the kusarigama, the light glinting off of the razor sharp blade.
'He should be fine now' Thought Sango as she went to the now vacant locker room. Their family and friends that were competing were all out on the gymnasium floor waiting for the demonstrations to start. 'It's been a long while since mom died of cancer, and I know that father sometimes can be a bit strict with our training, but it's only because he loves us, and wants us to grow up to be strong.” Sango came up to her locker and entered the combination, popping it open and finally obtaining her wakizashi as her thoughts continued. 'Besides, we still have each other, and as long as we have each other, we'll give each other strength....”
Sango snapped her head around as piercing screams cut through her thoughts. “What on earth...?!?” She took off at a sprint out of the locker rooms and into the hall leading to the gymnasium. When she got there her eyes widened and mouth dropped open at the horrifying scene before her.
The gymnasium seats were full of blood, her friends, her family laying in blood and dismembered body parts all around the gymnasium. As she looked for the source of all the carnage her head turned one way and then the other before turning slowly at a familiar clinking sound.
The blade end of a Kusarigama was embedded in the front of his father's chest, the chain weaving a bloody trail across the now crimson floor toward a short male figure who with an expert gesture, whipped the chain so that with a sickening tearing of flesh, the blade of the kusarigama snapped back into his hand. Kohaku stared blankly ahead of him, his eyes clouded.
“KOHAKU!!!” Sango screamed his name, her eyes scanning the gory scene unbelieving, before coming to rest on her little brother again. “WHY?!?”
Kohaku slowly turned toward the screams of his sister, his grip fixing automatically on the kusarigama while his other hand looped the chain of the weapon almost automatically in his left hand. In a burst of movement Kohaku had sprinted almost inhumanly fast towards his sister and raised his weapon to slash down at her.
In a flash Sango's wakizashi was out of it's sheath and parrying the rapid attacks of her brother. It was all she could do to defend herself while not hurting her brother in the process.
“Kohaku Stop!!! Please! Don't you recognize me??” Sango yelled as her brother relentlessly swung the chain at her attempting to entangle her legs in it, as he also struck out with the blade at her head. Sango back-flipped into a crouch and looked up, a silvery thread catching her eye “A web?” Sango saw one shining thread of a web leading to her brother's neck. “That means...” Sango followed the web back to a figure hooded with a babboon cloak, just inside the doors of the gymnasium. Before she could utter a word, a sharp pain pierced her back, knocking the breath out of her. She staggered forward, landing on her hands and knees.
Kohaku tugged the chain and Sango could feel it rip out of her back. She cried out in pain now that she had caught her breath from the sheer force of the kusarigama blade coming loose from her body. She looked over her shoulder at Kohaku and began to tear up. “Kohaku...”
Kohaku blinked, the blankness waning from his eyes. Shaking his head he wiped one bloodied hand over his eyes as if coming out of a daze. He raised his head and saw his sister sprawled on the floor, a huge wound on her back and glanced around at the nightmare scene around him. The body of his slain father lay nearbye and the rest of his friends and family members in bloodied heaps all around him. Looking at his hands in horror, disbelief, and pain he finally looked back toward his sister and in a shaky hurt filled voice uttered “Sango....What have I done?”
With Tears in her eyes, her body in pain, her limbs weakening from the vast amounts of blood she was losing, Sango did her best to turn toward her brother. With her eyes, she tried to convey the understanding that she knew it wasn't by his will that he committed such an atrocity. “Kohaku...”
The lights of the gymnasium flickered and in that lapse of light, the figure that had been waiting by the door streaked into the room and stood behind Kohaku putting a pale clawed hand on his shoulder. “Say goodbye to your sister Kohaku, it's not likely you'll ever see her again.” A chilling laugh followed the statement as a Miasma quickly emanated from the figure, making Sango choke, and lose sight of both the strange demon and her brother.
“NO!!! Kohaku!!!” The miasma began to clear, but Sango's own vision was fading as she looked around but no longer could locate either demon or brother. Panic filled her heart even as blackness swallowed her vision. With the last of her strength she took a breath to call out one last time before the darkness could take her.
“KOHAKUUUU!!!!!!!!”
Kagome sat bolt upright in the plush bed of the room she had been given for the night at the Inutaisho estate, owned by Sesshomaru's and Inuyasha's familiy for generations.
After the initial scream she had heard, Kagome heard violent sobbing from the room adjacent to hers. “Sango...” She said as she woke up enough to realize she wasn't dreaming. She threw back the down comforter and ran for the door. Out in the vast hall she paused at the door next to hers. Her bare toes curled nervously on the plush rug that ran the length of the hall. She didn't know whether it would be intruding to go in, but she couldn't bear to hear the sobs any longer without doing something to help.
Knocking tentatively on the door she called out quietly to her new friend. “Sango? May I come in?” She listened for a moment but didn't think Sango could hear her over the sound of her own sobs. She did however hear a soft mewling sound as she touched the door knob. Kagome let herself in slowly, waiting for a change in Sango's condition, but only heard the heart wrenching sobs continue.
Unable to contain herself longer she rushed in the rest of the way into the room. Tangled up in her comforter and rocking back and forth, Sango didn't seem to be completely aware of her surroundings or that Kagome was even in the room with her.
Hearing a tiny meow at her feet, Kagome looked down into the big red eyes of Sango's demon kitty Kirara. In her small cat form she rubbed up against Kagome's legs encouragingly, frantically looking between Kagome and Sango as she did so. Giving another soft mew she bounded onto the bed by sango and rubbed her head against Sango's side, giving another pleading meow in Kagome's direction.
Kagome rushed to Sango's side on the bed, and found she had to climb up onto the bed to be able to reach her. Not knowing what else to do she gathered Sango, still tangled in the comforter into her arms and rested her head on her shoulder. “Please Sango, please... breathe. Take in a breath. You're okay. You're safe.”
Knowing very well the kind of nightmares that would make a person wake up screaming herself, she knew what to do to help calm Sango. She kept talking to her in a calm steady voice. Stroked her back and hair, and reminded her to take breaths periodically until the sobbing grew quieter and finally subsided. Kirara looked up and both girls purring and trying to offer what comfort she could with her presence. Slowly, Sango began to realize where she was and lifted her head from Kagome's shoulder, looking up after a few more sniffles into Kagome's concerned eyes.
“I'm so sorry....”
“Don't.” Kagome cut off. “There's no need to apologize.” Kagome gave her a small smile. “You doing ok?”
“To tell you the truth...” Sango started looking at Kagome then sighing she looked at her hands which were folded on her lap. “Miroku's right, there is something about you that makes me want to tell you everything.” Sango looked back up at Kagome. “None of the others know... the circumstances of my brother's kidnapping. They just know that my family was killed...and that he was kidnapped... but there's more to it...” Sango looked back down at her hands and began the story as it happened from the beginning of the nightmare she just had of that terrible day.
Sometime later Sango finished her story and had her hands now fisted in the comforter that she was still tangled in. Tears fell in rivulets down her cheeks as she fought to contain the sadness that welled up in her chest. Kirara sat by, ears flattened woefully against her head and tail wrapped around her little frame as if hugging herself.
Kagome's eyes were sad and tears were also running down her cheeks as well. Kagome gave Kirara a slight scratch behind the ears since the little demon cat looked so pitiful. She looked at Sango, shaken and broken there on the bed then cleared her throat to try and get passed the knot that had formed there during Sango's story.
“I'm....not that old...or experienced.... but I know what it is to lose someone who was everything in your life. I can't relate to you in that you lost so many loved ones at one time, but....” Kagome put a hand over one of Sango's fisted ones, “I can tell you that you can let me know what you're feeling any time, you can talk to me about anything you want, you can tell me secrets and I will take them to my grave.” Kagome tilted her head a bit to see if she could see Sango's face a bit more, which at the moment was hidden by her thick hair. Sango looked up finally into Kagome's face as well. Kagome continued “ I can't promise that I will never let you down, but I can promise that I will be there for you when you need me. And....even though we've only known each other for a very short time....I...”
At Kagome's hesitation Sango turned her fisted hand around under Kagome's and opened it so that there hands were palm to palm. Sango managed a small, watery smile of encouragement.
“If you would allow me...” Kagome went on and blushed a little. “I've never had a sister, though I've always wanted one, and if you would have me.... I'd love to be yours.”
“Kagome...” Tears welled up in Sango's eyes again, but this time of joy. She lept at Kagome from her tangled position on the bed and knocked her over with the huge hug she gave her. Kagome and Sango laughed, a teary, and giddy laugh. Kirara had been smart enough to leap out of the line of fire. She went closer to Sango now, headbutting her with a quiet purr.
'It's nice to have someone to call family again.' Sango thought as Kagome picked up a pillow playfully while Sango was distracted with her musings and her kitty.
(WHAAAP!)
“Hey!” Sango laughed and dove for another pillow and was just grazed by Kagome's second swing of the pillow. “Ha! Not fast enough Kagome-chan!”
“We'll see about that oneechan!” Kagome gave another wild swing of her pillow and Sango brought hers up to block it. What ensued was an all out pillow war, with both girls whacking each other relentlessly. Kirara bounced from one area of the bed to the other, avoiding the blows from the pillows better than the two giggling girls. Kagome and Sango swung their pillows with such force and enthusiasm, that the pillows ripped, and feathers from the pillows flew everywhere.
Laughing and holding their sides the girls collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles.
“You're explaining this mess to Sesshomaru-sama!” Sango said laughing and picking some feathers out of her hair.
“Oh no!” Kagome said while still laughing and sending another flurry of feathers into the air when she tried to kick her foot out of the comforter, which she was getting tangled in. “I hope he wasn't too attached to those.”
Kirara pounced around the bed, sending more and more feathers flying into the air as she attacked them in little bounds.
The girls watched as one feather weaved its wayward path down until it landed delicately on Kagome's nose. Of course this had Kagome cross eyed and sent Sango into hysterics, which in turn got Kagome laughing again.
“Aaaah,” Kagome sighed and collapsed back on the bed sending up another flurry of feathers. “My cheeks and ribs are hurting from so much laughing.”
“Hmmm.” Sango smiled in agreement, then looked around at the bedroom at the blanket of feathers that was on everything. “I suppose we should try to pick up the worst of it.”
Kagome nodded. “Here I'll help.”
Both girls were so entangled in the comforter by this time that their struggles to get out of it sent them both sprawling to the floor. The room looked a bit like a snow globe with all the loose feathers by this point. This set the girls to laughing again and Kirara, not to be excluded from the fun leaped onto Sango's head and meowed playfully at both girls.
At that moment a knock came at the door and in walked... a very confused but very amused Miroku. He took in the site of Sango and Kagome tangled in blankets and covered in feathers on the floor with Kirara proudly perched on Sango's head, and he had to shake his own. “Here I've come to tell you young ladies that breakfast is ready, and I find you here in the middle of some hedonistic girl ritual and you didn't even bother to invite me?” He made a clicking tsk-tsk sound with his tongue at them in mock scolding. “The shame of it all.”
“Better watch it or you'll be next!!” Sango said as she hauled a pillow to her that had managed to remain whole and was conveniently on the floor with them.
Kagome grasped a nearby cushion from a stool and cocked her arm back, ready to throw. “I say we let this nosy boy have it!” She said with an impish smile.
Miroku put his hands up in the air “I surrender!” He laughed nervously as both girls had matching smiles that were evilly sweet on their faces.
“Sorry,” Sango said, “we don't have mercy on our enemy.”
“And we don't take prisoners.” Said Kagome with a sweet sing-song tone.
Both girls heaved their pillows at the same time but Miroku proved to have pretty fast reflexes himself and just managed to escape out of the door and slam it closed as the two pillows connected with it.
At that moment Sesshomaru, dressed in one of his many custom tailored suits, gray this morning, happened to be walking by on his way downstairs to the dining room. He looked up from his ipad to cast a curious if indifferent glance at Miroku.
Miroku heaved a sigh of relief and amusement before he explained. “Women can be dangerous creatures.”
Sesshomaru blinked before he continued walking down the hall. Without another glance at Miroku, and still fiddling with his iPad replied in his usual monotone, “Indeed.” and disappeared down the stairs.
By: ShoukaMiko
Chapter 10: Family Matters
Blanket Disclaimer for Life Sucks: I don't own Inuyasha, its characters, songs, or any other songs I put on here by other groups.
“Sis!” Kohaku laughed running to his sister in his demon slaying gear.
Since the civil war between the humans and demons, and the following truce was established 200 years before, actual demon slaying as it was known was abolished. However, families who had taken place in this as a tradition before were allowed to open up martial arts clubs that upheld the disciplines and traditions of the past. Sango, her brother, and the rest of her family, were part of such a club.
Sango looked up and smiled at her brother from where she was putting the knee guards on her own uniform. “Hey Kohaku! Are you all ready for your demonstration?”
Kohaku came to a stop abruptly by his sister and winced, scratching the back of his head with his kusarigama, the chain-sickle weapon he would be doing his demonstration with. “I guess so....” He trailed off as his gaze shifted to the ground where he toed a line on the gymnasium floor.
“Kohaku? You aren't scared are you?” Sango asked as she paused in putting on her second knee guard, looking up into the anxious face of her brother.
“Who? Me? Of course not!” Kohaku managed a slightly offended look before they both turned there heads as the loud speaker announced the start of the demonstrations. Kohaku groaned as his head dropped, hiding his brown eyes.
“It's ok. Even I still get nervous, as do the rest of us.” Sango finished tying on her knee guard and stood up smiling at her brother, putting a supportive hand on his shoulder. “Even father.”
“Really?” Kohaku looked up hopefully at Sango, still not sure whether he believed her fully.
“Yeah, I mean, with all the hard work we've done all year, it's natural to get a little nervous.” Sango gave a one armed hug to her brother before picking her hiraikotsu (a giant boomerang made out of bone) off of the floor where she was sitting. “It just means that you care about what you're doing, and want to do well at it, that's all.” She hauled her hiraikotsu over her shoulder and watched as her brother expertly swung his kusarigama around, a little happier now. “I'll be right back, I have to get my wakizashi (short sword) for my second event”
“'K sis, …. ummmm” Kohaku's hesitation made Sango turn around from where she was heading toward the locker rooms. “Thanks....you know.... for the pep talk.”
Sango smiled and winked while giving a thumbs up to her little brother. “Anytime little bro. Now go out there and knock-em dead!”
Kohaku smiled at his sisters retreating figure before turning to walk to his designated waiting area. “I won't let you down sis, you, or father.” With more of a bounce in his step he proceeded further...then started to slow... then stopped altogether. Head down and arms limply holding his kusarigama at his side, Kohaku became completely still. His head down, his bangs covering his eyes, he lifted the hand that held the blade end of the kusarigama, the light glinting off of the razor sharp blade.
'He should be fine now' Thought Sango as she went to the now vacant locker room. Their family and friends that were competing were all out on the gymnasium floor waiting for the demonstrations to start. 'It's been a long while since mom died of cancer, and I know that father sometimes can be a bit strict with our training, but it's only because he loves us, and wants us to grow up to be strong.” Sango came up to her locker and entered the combination, popping it open and finally obtaining her wakizashi as her thoughts continued. 'Besides, we still have each other, and as long as we have each other, we'll give each other strength....”
Sango snapped her head around as piercing screams cut through her thoughts. “What on earth...?!?” She took off at a sprint out of the locker rooms and into the hall leading to the gymnasium. When she got there her eyes widened and mouth dropped open at the horrifying scene before her.
The gymnasium seats were full of blood, her friends, her family laying in blood and dismembered body parts all around the gymnasium. As she looked for the source of all the carnage her head turned one way and then the other before turning slowly at a familiar clinking sound.
The blade end of a Kusarigama was embedded in the front of his father's chest, the chain weaving a bloody trail across the now crimson floor toward a short male figure who with an expert gesture, whipped the chain so that with a sickening tearing of flesh, the blade of the kusarigama snapped back into his hand. Kohaku stared blankly ahead of him, his eyes clouded.
“KOHAKU!!!” Sango screamed his name, her eyes scanning the gory scene unbelieving, before coming to rest on her little brother again. “WHY?!?”
Kohaku slowly turned toward the screams of his sister, his grip fixing automatically on the kusarigama while his other hand looped the chain of the weapon almost automatically in his left hand. In a burst of movement Kohaku had sprinted almost inhumanly fast towards his sister and raised his weapon to slash down at her.
In a flash Sango's wakizashi was out of it's sheath and parrying the rapid attacks of her brother. It was all she could do to defend herself while not hurting her brother in the process.
“Kohaku Stop!!! Please! Don't you recognize me??” Sango yelled as her brother relentlessly swung the chain at her attempting to entangle her legs in it, as he also struck out with the blade at her head. Sango back-flipped into a crouch and looked up, a silvery thread catching her eye “A web?” Sango saw one shining thread of a web leading to her brother's neck. “That means...” Sango followed the web back to a figure hooded with a babboon cloak, just inside the doors of the gymnasium. Before she could utter a word, a sharp pain pierced her back, knocking the breath out of her. She staggered forward, landing on her hands and knees.
Kohaku tugged the chain and Sango could feel it rip out of her back. She cried out in pain now that she had caught her breath from the sheer force of the kusarigama blade coming loose from her body. She looked over her shoulder at Kohaku and began to tear up. “Kohaku...”
Kohaku blinked, the blankness waning from his eyes. Shaking his head he wiped one bloodied hand over his eyes as if coming out of a daze. He raised his head and saw his sister sprawled on the floor, a huge wound on her back and glanced around at the nightmare scene around him. The body of his slain father lay nearbye and the rest of his friends and family members in bloodied heaps all around him. Looking at his hands in horror, disbelief, and pain he finally looked back toward his sister and in a shaky hurt filled voice uttered “Sango....What have I done?”
With Tears in her eyes, her body in pain, her limbs weakening from the vast amounts of blood she was losing, Sango did her best to turn toward her brother. With her eyes, she tried to convey the understanding that she knew it wasn't by his will that he committed such an atrocity. “Kohaku...”
The lights of the gymnasium flickered and in that lapse of light, the figure that had been waiting by the door streaked into the room and stood behind Kohaku putting a pale clawed hand on his shoulder. “Say goodbye to your sister Kohaku, it's not likely you'll ever see her again.” A chilling laugh followed the statement as a Miasma quickly emanated from the figure, making Sango choke, and lose sight of both the strange demon and her brother.
“NO!!! Kohaku!!!” The miasma began to clear, but Sango's own vision was fading as she looked around but no longer could locate either demon or brother. Panic filled her heart even as blackness swallowed her vision. With the last of her strength she took a breath to call out one last time before the darkness could take her.
“KOHAKUUUU!!!!!!!!”
Kagome sat bolt upright in the plush bed of the room she had been given for the night at the Inutaisho estate, owned by Sesshomaru's and Inuyasha's familiy for generations.
After the initial scream she had heard, Kagome heard violent sobbing from the room adjacent to hers. “Sango...” She said as she woke up enough to realize she wasn't dreaming. She threw back the down comforter and ran for the door. Out in the vast hall she paused at the door next to hers. Her bare toes curled nervously on the plush rug that ran the length of the hall. She didn't know whether it would be intruding to go in, but she couldn't bear to hear the sobs any longer without doing something to help.
Knocking tentatively on the door she called out quietly to her new friend. “Sango? May I come in?” She listened for a moment but didn't think Sango could hear her over the sound of her own sobs. She did however hear a soft mewling sound as she touched the door knob. Kagome let herself in slowly, waiting for a change in Sango's condition, but only heard the heart wrenching sobs continue.
Unable to contain herself longer she rushed in the rest of the way into the room. Tangled up in her comforter and rocking back and forth, Sango didn't seem to be completely aware of her surroundings or that Kagome was even in the room with her.
Hearing a tiny meow at her feet, Kagome looked down into the big red eyes of Sango's demon kitty Kirara. In her small cat form she rubbed up against Kagome's legs encouragingly, frantically looking between Kagome and Sango as she did so. Giving another soft mew she bounded onto the bed by sango and rubbed her head against Sango's side, giving another pleading meow in Kagome's direction.
Kagome rushed to Sango's side on the bed, and found she had to climb up onto the bed to be able to reach her. Not knowing what else to do she gathered Sango, still tangled in the comforter into her arms and rested her head on her shoulder. “Please Sango, please... breathe. Take in a breath. You're okay. You're safe.”
Knowing very well the kind of nightmares that would make a person wake up screaming herself, she knew what to do to help calm Sango. She kept talking to her in a calm steady voice. Stroked her back and hair, and reminded her to take breaths periodically until the sobbing grew quieter and finally subsided. Kirara looked up and both girls purring and trying to offer what comfort she could with her presence. Slowly, Sango began to realize where she was and lifted her head from Kagome's shoulder, looking up after a few more sniffles into Kagome's concerned eyes.
“I'm so sorry....”
“Don't.” Kagome cut off. “There's no need to apologize.” Kagome gave her a small smile. “You doing ok?”
“To tell you the truth...” Sango started looking at Kagome then sighing she looked at her hands which were folded on her lap. “Miroku's right, there is something about you that makes me want to tell you everything.” Sango looked back up at Kagome. “None of the others know... the circumstances of my brother's kidnapping. They just know that my family was killed...and that he was kidnapped... but there's more to it...” Sango looked back down at her hands and began the story as it happened from the beginning of the nightmare she just had of that terrible day.
Sometime later Sango finished her story and had her hands now fisted in the comforter that she was still tangled in. Tears fell in rivulets down her cheeks as she fought to contain the sadness that welled up in her chest. Kirara sat by, ears flattened woefully against her head and tail wrapped around her little frame as if hugging herself.
Kagome's eyes were sad and tears were also running down her cheeks as well. Kagome gave Kirara a slight scratch behind the ears since the little demon cat looked so pitiful. She looked at Sango, shaken and broken there on the bed then cleared her throat to try and get passed the knot that had formed there during Sango's story.
“I'm....not that old...or experienced.... but I know what it is to lose someone who was everything in your life. I can't relate to you in that you lost so many loved ones at one time, but....” Kagome put a hand over one of Sango's fisted ones, “I can tell you that you can let me know what you're feeling any time, you can talk to me about anything you want, you can tell me secrets and I will take them to my grave.” Kagome tilted her head a bit to see if she could see Sango's face a bit more, which at the moment was hidden by her thick hair. Sango looked up finally into Kagome's face as well. Kagome continued “ I can't promise that I will never let you down, but I can promise that I will be there for you when you need me. And....even though we've only known each other for a very short time....I...”
At Kagome's hesitation Sango turned her fisted hand around under Kagome's and opened it so that there hands were palm to palm. Sango managed a small, watery smile of encouragement.
“If you would allow me...” Kagome went on and blushed a little. “I've never had a sister, though I've always wanted one, and if you would have me.... I'd love to be yours.”
“Kagome...” Tears welled up in Sango's eyes again, but this time of joy. She lept at Kagome from her tangled position on the bed and knocked her over with the huge hug she gave her. Kagome and Sango laughed, a teary, and giddy laugh. Kirara had been smart enough to leap out of the line of fire. She went closer to Sango now, headbutting her with a quiet purr.
'It's nice to have someone to call family again.' Sango thought as Kagome picked up a pillow playfully while Sango was distracted with her musings and her kitty.
(WHAAAP!)
“Hey!” Sango laughed and dove for another pillow and was just grazed by Kagome's second swing of the pillow. “Ha! Not fast enough Kagome-chan!”
“We'll see about that oneechan!” Kagome gave another wild swing of her pillow and Sango brought hers up to block it. What ensued was an all out pillow war, with both girls whacking each other relentlessly. Kirara bounced from one area of the bed to the other, avoiding the blows from the pillows better than the two giggling girls. Kagome and Sango swung their pillows with such force and enthusiasm, that the pillows ripped, and feathers from the pillows flew everywhere.
Laughing and holding their sides the girls collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles.
“You're explaining this mess to Sesshomaru-sama!” Sango said laughing and picking some feathers out of her hair.
“Oh no!” Kagome said while still laughing and sending another flurry of feathers into the air when she tried to kick her foot out of the comforter, which she was getting tangled in. “I hope he wasn't too attached to those.”
Kirara pounced around the bed, sending more and more feathers flying into the air as she attacked them in little bounds.
The girls watched as one feather weaved its wayward path down until it landed delicately on Kagome's nose. Of course this had Kagome cross eyed and sent Sango into hysterics, which in turn got Kagome laughing again.
“Aaaah,” Kagome sighed and collapsed back on the bed sending up another flurry of feathers. “My cheeks and ribs are hurting from so much laughing.”
“Hmmm.” Sango smiled in agreement, then looked around at the bedroom at the blanket of feathers that was on everything. “I suppose we should try to pick up the worst of it.”
Kagome nodded. “Here I'll help.”
Both girls were so entangled in the comforter by this time that their struggles to get out of it sent them both sprawling to the floor. The room looked a bit like a snow globe with all the loose feathers by this point. This set the girls to laughing again and Kirara, not to be excluded from the fun leaped onto Sango's head and meowed playfully at both girls.
At that moment a knock came at the door and in walked... a very confused but very amused Miroku. He took in the site of Sango and Kagome tangled in blankets and covered in feathers on the floor with Kirara proudly perched on Sango's head, and he had to shake his own. “Here I've come to tell you young ladies that breakfast is ready, and I find you here in the middle of some hedonistic girl ritual and you didn't even bother to invite me?” He made a clicking tsk-tsk sound with his tongue at them in mock scolding. “The shame of it all.”
“Better watch it or you'll be next!!” Sango said as she hauled a pillow to her that had managed to remain whole and was conveniently on the floor with them.
Kagome grasped a nearby cushion from a stool and cocked her arm back, ready to throw. “I say we let this nosy boy have it!” She said with an impish smile.
Miroku put his hands up in the air “I surrender!” He laughed nervously as both girls had matching smiles that were evilly sweet on their faces.
“Sorry,” Sango said, “we don't have mercy on our enemy.”
“And we don't take prisoners.” Said Kagome with a sweet sing-song tone.
Both girls heaved their pillows at the same time but Miroku proved to have pretty fast reflexes himself and just managed to escape out of the door and slam it closed as the two pillows connected with it.
At that moment Sesshomaru, dressed in one of his many custom tailored suits, gray this morning, happened to be walking by on his way downstairs to the dining room. He looked up from his ipad to cast a curious if indifferent glance at Miroku.
Miroku heaved a sigh of relief and amusement before he explained. “Women can be dangerous creatures.”
Sesshomaru blinked before he continued walking down the hall. Without another glance at Miroku, and still fiddling with his iPad replied in his usual monotone, “Indeed.” and disappeared down the stairs.