Author's Notes: Hello. n.n This is another little story written by Laura and me! Laura was Miroku, Kagome and Shippo, and I was Sango and Inuyasha. Oh! For those who don't know, which is none of you unless you know her, Laura's around 21 and lives a little ways away from me (around a 2 hour drive) so we RP over MSN IM and convert these into stories! Which is what this is, along with "Betrayal?". We have written 13-14 stories so far, all which will eventually be posted! "Akushisu" means "bad-natured". I might have to come back and clean this up some more, if any of you good readers fined something wrong, just tell me!
Disclaimer: (This applies to every chapter hereafter.) I do not own Inuyasha or any of the Inuyasha characters. So don't sue. You won't get much; I own nothing but my large collection of manga! Oh… and there's that $19 waiting to be spent on more manga resting in my wallet… Which will hopefully be emptied when I go to the mall tomorrow! n.n
Key and stuff not mentioned in the story: italics are either thoughts or the real Miroku and Sango. (Explained in story.) And Shippo's sleeping through most of this fic. n.n Because we don't like him. :D
Akushisu
Prologue
"Ahh!" screamed Miroku, grabbing his right shoulder with his left hand.
"Miroku! What happened?" Sango cried out, running over to him.
"I'm fine Sango..." He pushed her down and covered her.
"What are you doing?" Sango didn't know if they were under attack or if he was being stupid. (She hoped it was the latter of the two.)
He got up quickly.
"WIND TUNNEL!"
A demon seemed to appear from nowhere and was sucked into the void. Miroku cover up his wind tunnel and fell to his knees.
"Miroku!" Sango got up and went over to him, kneeling down with a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"
His entire shoulder was cut, his robes soaked with blood. "I'm fine Sango, are you all right?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but you aren't! You're bleeding all over! What happened?"
"I'm all right, really..." said Miroku. Yet, when he tried to stand he fell again to his knees.
"Miroku! Stop being all macho and let me take care of you!" Sango's voice had a worried tone. His shoulder looked bad.
"I'm fine, really..." said Miroku.
He didn't want Sango to worry.
"Miroku! If you weren't so hurt I'd slap you for being such an idiot! You baka! You can't lie to me! Your robes are soaked with blood!" Sango gently pushed him to the ground.
"Please, Sango. Don't worry about me," said Miroku, but he was too weak to put up a fight.
"I won't worry if you shut that hole in you face and let me help!"
Miroku finally shut his eyes and didn't move.
Sango pealed off the blood-soaked robe from his neck to his waist. She didn't know everything about healing and wished Kagome or Kaede-sama was here.
"Sango..." Miroku whispered.
"What?" She was inspecting his wound and trying to concentrate so as not to hut him any further.
"Thank you for doing this, I am so content now, I am so glad I was able to save you." Miroku let out a deep sigh.
"Well, thank you for saving me. Just try to rest, just don't die on me."
"If I do, I promise not to leave you," he said.
"Don't talk like that. Nothing's going to happen." Sango was trying to fix him up best she could.