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Author's Apology:
First of all...I AM SO SORRY TO EVERYONE I NEVER UPDATED! Honestly...I am kicking myself in the ass so badly for this, you all have no idea. I've been going through svere emotional problems and a lot of bullshit over the past year and a half. I really am beyond sorry, and I'll try to write, but it's hard for me to get online for more then a few minutes! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Sorry this chapter is short, as well.
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This fiction was purely inspired by whatever information I have gathered on the plot of Inuyasha, and the imagination of Miss Elizabeth Robinson. I do not own any of the characters, or the basis of the story. Disregard any notion I own Inuyasha, nor that I want to.
It had been created out of pure pleasure and writer's thrill.
It is rated within a PG-13 status quo for a reason.
The central characters are Sango and Sesshomaru.
Please enjoy and read at your leisure. If you are unsatisfied with my work, as your not fond of my style of writing, don't make it known and bitch, because no one is interested in hearing, especially not someone who has put effort into creating it. If you didn't find pleasure in it, then why did you read it in the first place?
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Chapter Three: Sorrow And Sacrifice
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Inuyasha opened his eyes to the sight of white. A blank landscape stared at him from where he sat beneath the old tree. His eyelashes felt stiff and heavy and he observed they were covered in snow.
Kagome was cradled in his arms, so still he panicked for a moment, thinking she was dead, frozen to death in his very arms. Then she breathed out a puff of fine white smoke. They were both numb and cold, but alive, surprisingly after a night outside, though the fire had kept them warm.
His love has left the tent in the middle of the night, crawling out slowly and tiredly, not really seeing, needing him to be close and not being able to stay in the tent with Sango, who choked the air with disease. They had fallen asleep together after discussing Sango, who lay inside the tent, sick and pale as death. The half breed's mind wandered quietly, and he felt his worry return to her.
Sango. Poor, poor Sango.
Who knew you could die of a broken heart?
There was a feeling deep within him that something was wrong, but he was tired, so tired. But sacrifice is expected. Expected as he expected to find Sango stiff and cold one of those frosty mornings. She may not survive the cold.
So with a sigh, he gently moved Kagome from him, and lay her down on the blanket he had been sitting on last night. She murmured something, but her breathing remained steady and soft. He watched her briefly. She was all he cared for now. He loved her and Sango both, but Sango was a sister. Kagome was everything. His other half. What would he do without her? He never wanted to ask himself that.
Inuysha trudged to the tent, trying to ignore the sickening feeling in the back of his mind that there was something desperatly wrong. He paused before going in. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he hear Sango's labored breathing...has she gotten better? Wishful thinking.
He pushed aside the flap of blanket, and entered the tent.
It was then when he smelled the blood.
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She didn't think she'd ever stop crying.
Kagome's face was buried in Inuyasha's chest. Her world felt shattered beyond repair. Inuyasha clutched her tightly, as if he was afraid her heart would stop beating. Sobs coursed through her that shook them both. His cheeks weren't dry, though. The frigid air almost froze them to his face, but he would have killed before wiping them away. ango was worth his tears.
He had found her in a puddle of blood, her hands folded across the stomach, the sword sticking straight up from her chest. He had flung the hated thing from her, and grabbed her, as if hoping to bring her back to life with an embrace.
She had smelled like tears and blood.
Stiff and unwelcoming had Sango's body been. The beautiful demon slayer with the heart of fire had burnt out.
He had cried as hard as Kagome then, like a child who has lost it's mother. Kagomew, startled, had come in, and collapsed almost immediatly, screaming.
"Oh my god, no, no, no, NO! No, she's not dead, she can't be dead, oh my god, my god, my god, WHY...?" And then had thrown her arms around the body of her best friend, Inuyasha releasing his grip on her so Kagome could hold the lifeless corpse.
The body had been nearly frozen with cold and death. It lay now in the tent still. They had pulled a blanket over her and left Sango's corpse, eyes still red and wet. They had collapsed beneath the tree again, and there they lay now, holding eachother.
Finally, Kagome came up for air, her hair matted to her face, body shaking. She was hyperventilating, not able to catch her breath. The half breed wiped her cheeks, and moved the strands of ebony from her face, trying to smile and failing miserably. He was crying to hard to do a very good job.
The words tumbled from her in short bursts, but Inuyasha understood immediatly what she wanted. And for once in his life, he had no arguement.
"We...w-we n-n-n-need...oh god...Sess...Sessho...b-b-b-rother..."
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Sesshomaru awoke from his dreams suddenly, in a complete cold sweat. He was shaking all over, golden eyes wide and frightened, worried, anxious. What nightmare was this? He dreamt of Rin and Jaken often since their murders, but this..
It was because of the woman. The demon slayer who traveled with Inuyasha. She was one of the few of them to survive. Sango. Her name was a lullaby and a knife into him.
Ever since they had met face to face in battle with Naraku, he hadn't been able to get her out of his head. Even as he stared at the remains of his faithful and silently loved companions...and remains they were, obiltered to no more then a few rags and bones, he had watched Inuyasha with the woman's limp body in his arms. She was alive, but injured badly. Her eyes had opened for a second, those dark, desperate eyes, and he felt himself in the eye of the hurricane. The garden in the storm.
She haunted his dreams.
He stood, stretching his aching bones. Spending the night against a cave wall in the snow season was not intelligiant. As he calmed, he banished all thoughts of her, but could not shake the feeling that fate was toying with him.
The demon lord began to walk. To where, he did not know.
He walked to leave his dreams behind.
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It didn't take long for Inuyasha to carefully wrap Sango's body up. He picked up her weapons and slung them on his own back, but felt their weight lift frim him. Kagome stood behind him, moving the heavy objects and onto her own small frame. He opened his mouth to protest, but she merely shook her head, "You have something more important to carry."
They started to walk.
Inuyasha had no idea where his brother might be. But it wasn't Sesshomaru he cared to find, it was his sword. His father had left him the tools of destruction, and Sesshomaru the gift of life. Whatever he had to do, whatever sacrifice had to be made, he'd give that fift to Sango.
She deserved it.
Kagome wasn't sure how many miles they walked. All she knew was the white blanket that covered Japan. The sky never ceased in color, not Inuyasha's stride in speed. They moved onward, their grim task ahead of them. No matter how long it took them, they had a purpose now. The Shikon Jewel could wait.
Sango wouldn't decay.
She would live.
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They did not know, but her spirit walked with them.
She did not see from eyes, but from...she wasn't sure. She wasn't a demon slayer or Sango anymore, but a creature of the Universe.
With each step they took, she took one, and never tired. She saw how Inuyasha's head was lowered against the cold winds, and how Kagome's feet trudged, but hers never.
It was beautiful and quiet and hated.
She would return to her body soon enough and never remember this life or death as she knew right now. Maybe she would have dreams.
But until them, she would come to him in the dreams the living suffered.
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Once again, sorry. I'm also sorry it's short, but eh, I had half an hour about!
I'll try my best to update soon!
Love to all of you. :)