InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Surrounded Yet Alone ❯ bad habits ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: scarn16 
Sango has a secret and its a deep and dark one that she doest want anyone to find out about
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.11.2003 | Updated On: 10.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 621 | Status: Completed
Sango has a secret and its a deep and dark one that she doest want anyone to find out about
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.11.2003 | Updated On: 10.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 621 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha or any other characters in this fanfic. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
Sango's greatest fear and Miroku worst nightmare
It is just like any other day the perverted "Lord Monk" (as Sango refers to Miroku) is his usual self, a very hands-on type of person. This action always results in a bump over the head from the violated Sango.
It was getting late and as always Miroku came upon a home that supposedly had an ominous cloud dwindling over the unsuspecting family. As always Miroku would place sutras around the home, and in return the family would give shelter and food to the monk and his friends. The young woman of the household would be asked by Miroku to bear his children. It is always the same; he asked every girl the same thing, or at least almost every girl.
Sango just watched Miroku as usual make a complete fool of himself, asking the unsuspecting girls to bear his children. But this was the last straw, at least for Sango it was. She could not understand what was wrong with her.
A countless number of nights she would lay awake and wonder what she had done, what made her so different. She came up with the conclusion 'he must not like me,' but her subconscious retorted 'however he gropes me as often as possible.' No mater the excuses she made for him her mind still left her wondering. She wondered why, 'why on earth has he never asked me to bear his children.' She hated not knowing and this left her distraught.
That night she went to use the bathroom, and while in there she removed a razor blade from her pocket placed against her wrist and slid the blade till she saw the crimson red blood flow through the slender opening in her skin. She did this right next to the mass of scars from the previous times she had done the same. And a stream of tears fell from her eyes not because of the pain, but because she knew that she was utterly alone she had lost her family and everyone she has ever loved. She was alone and it would remain so until the end of time. But what no one ever knew was that is Sango's greatest fear, and one that has already come true. She couldn't take it, and for that reason alone she cut her wrist.
No one ever knew what she had done to herself; her outfit that she wore every day covered that spot. But what Sango never knew was that her friends were worried about her. They had realized a change in her; they realized that she was not as happy and as talkative as she used to be. And her friends started to worry about her.
That morning they all left the home of the hospitable people. They all continued their search for more shards of the Shikon No Tama it was about lunchtime and Inu Yasha was getting hungry so Kagome decided to make some Ramen. Sango had wondered away from camp into the forest without them noticing, but Miroku noticed and he followed after her. All that morning Miroku wanted to have a serious conversation with Sango, and now was his chance. "Sango, is anything bothering you?" inquired the worried friend.
"No" was his simple answer.
Miroku knew that she was lying and he was genuinely worried about her so he attempted again to get her to open up. "Sango, you're my friend and I've been worried about you. It seems like something is bothering you, but you don't seem to talk to anybody about your problems and I don't want them to eat away at you from the inside."
"What do you know of my problems? They are mine to deal with in whichever way I choose."
"So, you chose to just avoid your problems and not face them."
"Just because I don't tell you my problems does not mean that I am not dealing with them," Replied Sango getting a little annoyed.
"I am sorry Sango, I did not mean to bother you," Miroku said in the most sincere way. As he slowly left her and turned away. Not wanting to continue the conversation any longer knowing it would only lead to an argument. Besides he didn't want to force Sango to talk about something she so obviously didn't want to talk about.
Not long after did Sango go to take a relaxing bath in the hot springs. She figured it would relieve some stress and calm her down a bit. But little did she know the perverted monk was not far away. He was only going to tell her that the Ramen was ready; this time he had no intention of being a peeping tom.
But Miroku couldn't help being, well, Miroku he just couldn't resist. He decided to move in closer to get a better look. He laid his staff on the ground and watched her from a side view standing in knee-deep water. She bent down to cup the water in her hand. Miroku watched her graceful form transform as she did the slightest of movement. Sango took the cupped water and slowly rubbed her hand down her arm. He watched the water roll off her arms and create tiny ripples that spread to large rings and slowly dissipate in the water. He took in all the curves of her body etching them in his brain so as never to forget. He watched her so intently not even a wrinkle of her skin went unnoticed. Then she gracefully bent at the waste again to cup some water for the other arm. However in doing so Miroku caught a glimpse of something that distracted him. He noticed that at her wrist was located a number of scars one was even still a fresh cut. Each and every one was perfectly straight, and they all were massed together. He wondered why he never noticed before. He was mesmerized he could not seem to pull his eyes away from the scars. He wondered what demon could have done this to her. Miroku became conscious of the fact that the scars were not made by a demon or during a battle. But they were made on purpose. He couldn't understand why. Not caring any more about watching Sango he picked up his staff and left and returned to camp.
When he returned Kagome offered Miroku a bowl of Ramen, but Miroku was in too deep of a thought to even notice. "Miroku," Kagome repeated with a little more oomph to it to get his attention when she finally did get his attention she asked again "would you like a bowl of Ramen?"
Miroku's only answer was "No thanks I'm not hungry, but thank you for offering"
Sango's stomach began to rumble so she ended her bath got dressed and returned to camp just a little late for lunch. When she arrived Miroku came out of his trance and his eyes fallowed everywhere that Sango went. But when she sat down Miroku got up and left. Sango though that Miroku left because he was upset about the conversation that they had, had earlier that day. She hadn't even realized that he was watching her bath, she was to busy trying to relax. Miroku on the other hand left because he had to think about what he saw. He had to figure it out before he could face her again something wasn't right and he had to figure it out. After a long walk traveling through the woods, thinking as hard as he could for some explanation as to why the scars where there. He thought 'they could be there because they were a product of a previous battle but he shot that idea down. They couldn't be they were first of all too neat second of all some are still new and she hasn't recently gotten injured in a battle.' He thought some more and came up to another conclusion that he hoped was not the true one. He concluded that she had done this to herself. He hoped and wished this was not the case, but he was unable to find even a shred of hope that would dispel this evil thought. "Then it must be true," he sadly said out loud not wanting to believe it but had no other explanation. But what he didn't understand was why, and he had to find out, and soon.
Hi this is my first fanfic ever so let me know what u think ok.
Sango's greatest fear and Miroku worst nightmare
It is just like any other day the perverted "Lord Monk" (as Sango refers to Miroku) is his usual self, a very hands-on type of person. This action always results in a bump over the head from the violated Sango.
It was getting late and as always Miroku came upon a home that supposedly had an ominous cloud dwindling over the unsuspecting family. As always Miroku would place sutras around the home, and in return the family would give shelter and food to the monk and his friends. The young woman of the household would be asked by Miroku to bear his children. It is always the same; he asked every girl the same thing, or at least almost every girl.
Sango just watched Miroku as usual make a complete fool of himself, asking the unsuspecting girls to bear his children. But this was the last straw, at least for Sango it was. She could not understand what was wrong with her.
A countless number of nights she would lay awake and wonder what she had done, what made her so different. She came up with the conclusion 'he must not like me,' but her subconscious retorted 'however he gropes me as often as possible.' No mater the excuses she made for him her mind still left her wondering. She wondered why, 'why on earth has he never asked me to bear his children.' She hated not knowing and this left her distraught.
That night she went to use the bathroom, and while in there she removed a razor blade from her pocket placed against her wrist and slid the blade till she saw the crimson red blood flow through the slender opening in her skin. She did this right next to the mass of scars from the previous times she had done the same. And a stream of tears fell from her eyes not because of the pain, but because she knew that she was utterly alone she had lost her family and everyone she has ever loved. She was alone and it would remain so until the end of time. But what no one ever knew was that is Sango's greatest fear, and one that has already come true. She couldn't take it, and for that reason alone she cut her wrist.
No one ever knew what she had done to herself; her outfit that she wore every day covered that spot. But what Sango never knew was that her friends were worried about her. They had realized a change in her; they realized that she was not as happy and as talkative as she used to be. And her friends started to worry about her.
That morning they all left the home of the hospitable people. They all continued their search for more shards of the Shikon No Tama it was about lunchtime and Inu Yasha was getting hungry so Kagome decided to make some Ramen. Sango had wondered away from camp into the forest without them noticing, but Miroku noticed and he followed after her. All that morning Miroku wanted to have a serious conversation with Sango, and now was his chance. "Sango, is anything bothering you?" inquired the worried friend.
"No" was his simple answer.
Miroku knew that she was lying and he was genuinely worried about her so he attempted again to get her to open up. "Sango, you're my friend and I've been worried about you. It seems like something is bothering you, but you don't seem to talk to anybody about your problems and I don't want them to eat away at you from the inside."
"What do you know of my problems? They are mine to deal with in whichever way I choose."
"So, you chose to just avoid your problems and not face them."
"Just because I don't tell you my problems does not mean that I am not dealing with them," Replied Sango getting a little annoyed.
"I am sorry Sango, I did not mean to bother you," Miroku said in the most sincere way. As he slowly left her and turned away. Not wanting to continue the conversation any longer knowing it would only lead to an argument. Besides he didn't want to force Sango to talk about something she so obviously didn't want to talk about.
Not long after did Sango go to take a relaxing bath in the hot springs. She figured it would relieve some stress and calm her down a bit. But little did she know the perverted monk was not far away. He was only going to tell her that the Ramen was ready; this time he had no intention of being a peeping tom.
But Miroku couldn't help being, well, Miroku he just couldn't resist. He decided to move in closer to get a better look. He laid his staff on the ground and watched her from a side view standing in knee-deep water. She bent down to cup the water in her hand. Miroku watched her graceful form transform as she did the slightest of movement. Sango took the cupped water and slowly rubbed her hand down her arm. He watched the water roll off her arms and create tiny ripples that spread to large rings and slowly dissipate in the water. He took in all the curves of her body etching them in his brain so as never to forget. He watched her so intently not even a wrinkle of her skin went unnoticed. Then she gracefully bent at the waste again to cup some water for the other arm. However in doing so Miroku caught a glimpse of something that distracted him. He noticed that at her wrist was located a number of scars one was even still a fresh cut. Each and every one was perfectly straight, and they all were massed together. He wondered why he never noticed before. He was mesmerized he could not seem to pull his eyes away from the scars. He wondered what demon could have done this to her. Miroku became conscious of the fact that the scars were not made by a demon or during a battle. But they were made on purpose. He couldn't understand why. Not caring any more about watching Sango he picked up his staff and left and returned to camp.
When he returned Kagome offered Miroku a bowl of Ramen, but Miroku was in too deep of a thought to even notice. "Miroku," Kagome repeated with a little more oomph to it to get his attention when she finally did get his attention she asked again "would you like a bowl of Ramen?"
Miroku's only answer was "No thanks I'm not hungry, but thank you for offering"
Sango's stomach began to rumble so she ended her bath got dressed and returned to camp just a little late for lunch. When she arrived Miroku came out of his trance and his eyes fallowed everywhere that Sango went. But when she sat down Miroku got up and left. Sango though that Miroku left because he was upset about the conversation that they had, had earlier that day. She hadn't even realized that he was watching her bath, she was to busy trying to relax. Miroku on the other hand left because he had to think about what he saw. He had to figure it out before he could face her again something wasn't right and he had to figure it out. After a long walk traveling through the woods, thinking as hard as he could for some explanation as to why the scars where there. He thought 'they could be there because they were a product of a previous battle but he shot that idea down. They couldn't be they were first of all too neat second of all some are still new and she hasn't recently gotten injured in a battle.' He thought some more and came up to another conclusion that he hoped was not the true one. He concluded that she had done this to herself. He hoped and wished this was not the case, but he was unable to find even a shred of hope that would dispel this evil thought. "Then it must be true," he sadly said out loud not wanting to believe it but had no other explanation. But what he didn't understand was why, and he had to find out, and soon.
Hi this is my first fanfic ever so let me know what u think ok.