Prompt 32: Fall
Title: Illusion
Author: kungfoopuppy
Rating: T
Prompt: #32 (Fall)
Summary: Trapped under Kikyo’s spell, Miroku is left to save Sango. Takes place during episode 33.
Word Count: 669
Something wasn’t right. The air smelled like blood. Goosebumps rose on her skin, prickling beneath the tight leather of her slayer’s uniform. Bending down, she brushed her fingers over the ground and examined them.
Blood in the grass…
The hazy red landscape shimmered before her. As if she were caught in a dream, Sango’s gaze followed the spots of blood. Where the trail ended were two figures, each slumped against a tree trunk. The taijiya’s breath caught painfully in her throat as she realized that it was the monk and Inuyasha, both clearly dead.
Sango’s stomach lurched. She suddenly, inexplicably felt like she was back in her grave, smothered by layers and layers of dirt. She tried to breath, but it felt like something was blocking her throat.
Turning around, she saw her brother silhouetted against the red sky, holding his chain scythe. It was dripping with blood.
Sango’s throat closed up entirely. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think.
Blood shot up her throat as the scythe raked across her chest. Her life blood, staining her lips. As Sango fell, she thought she saw Kohaku smile.
And now, my sister, die…
Kohaku…
x.
Then, suddenly, no more pain.
Sango didn’t move. I have been near to death once before. It must be real this time…please tell me this is not another trick…
Someone was calling her name.
No. She ignored the voice. I won’t be brought back again…
“Sango…are you all right…?”
It was the monk’s voice, she realized, somewhat confused. Why is he here?
Suddenly, wakefulness.
Sango bolted upright, knocking Miroku painfully in the forehead. She gave him a suspicious look before glancing around, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. There were severed vines-tentacles-somethings all around her. There was Hiraikotsu, discarded, to her left. And there was Houshi-sama, rubbing his head and looking at her.
“It was a spell,” he explained as she opened her mouth to ask. “Just an illusion. I’m guessing this is another one of Naraku’s tricks.”
She nodded, starting to stand. “We need to find Inuyasha and…” The ground lurched dangerously beneath her feet. Miroku caught her by the arm as she stumbled dizzily.
“You don’t seem to be in any condition to walk,” he said. “Those things were wrapped around your legs pretty tightly.”
“I’m fine,” she stated, reaching for Hiraikotsu. But her vision suddenly swam, and she leaned heavily against a tree.
“Let me carry you,” the monk offered.
“Not a chance in hell,” Sango retorted immediately.
His face took on a carefully patient expression. “I am concerned for your health. It is nothing perverted,” he assured her.
As Sango’s vision blurred again, she reluctantly agreed. She felt like she was going to pass out any minute. This illusion must have been strong…
“Were you under the spell, too?” she asked, as he secured Hiraikotsu on his back.
He nodded, not looking at her. “Inuyasha broke me free.”
How is he not affected, then? she wondered. Some small part of her was instantly jealous of his strength. You are supposed to be a demon slayer. You’re not supposed to be this weak!
And Miroku was obviously stronger than he looked. As Sango stepped behind him, obviously not expecting him to be able to carry both her and her weapon, she was surprised to feel herself lifted easily onto his back, his arms secure under her knees. She clutched his shoulders, startled, and felt lean muscle beneath her hands. The monk hid his strength well beneath his heavy robes.
As they started off, Sango wanted to tell him to put her down, that she could walk for herself, but she could feel her consciousness fading again. Her head fell against Miroku’s shoulder, and she smelled ink and paper. As she drifted off, she hoped that Inuyasha and Kagome were all right.
And if the monk’s hands were on her ass when she woke up, she hoped that he could run fast.
Author: kungfoopuppy
Rating: T
Prompt: #32 (Fall)
Summary: Trapped under Kikyo’s spell, Miroku is left to save Sango. Takes place during episode 33.
Word Count: 669
Something wasn’t right. The air smelled like blood. Goosebumps rose on her skin, prickling beneath the tight leather of her slayer’s uniform. Bending down, she brushed her fingers over the ground and examined them.
Blood in the grass…
The hazy red landscape shimmered before her. As if she were caught in a dream, Sango’s gaze followed the spots of blood. Where the trail ended were two figures, each slumped against a tree trunk. The taijiya’s breath caught painfully in her throat as she realized that it was the monk and Inuyasha, both clearly dead.
Sango’s stomach lurched. She suddenly, inexplicably felt like she was back in her grave, smothered by layers and layers of dirt. She tried to breath, but it felt like something was blocking her throat.
Turning around, she saw her brother silhouetted against the red sky, holding his chain scythe. It was dripping with blood.
Sango’s throat closed up entirely. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think.
Blood shot up her throat as the scythe raked across her chest. Her life blood, staining her lips. As Sango fell, she thought she saw Kohaku smile.
And now, my sister, die…
Kohaku…
x.
Then, suddenly, no more pain.
Sango didn’t move. I have been near to death once before. It must be real this time…please tell me this is not another trick…
Someone was calling her name.
No. She ignored the voice. I won’t be brought back again…
“Sango…are you all right…?”
It was the monk’s voice, she realized, somewhat confused. Why is he here?
Suddenly, wakefulness.
Sango bolted upright, knocking Miroku painfully in the forehead. She gave him a suspicious look before glancing around, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. There were severed vines-tentacles-somethings all around her. There was Hiraikotsu, discarded, to her left. And there was Houshi-sama, rubbing his head and looking at her.
“It was a spell,” he explained as she opened her mouth to ask. “Just an illusion. I’m guessing this is another one of Naraku’s tricks.”
She nodded, starting to stand. “We need to find Inuyasha and…” The ground lurched dangerously beneath her feet. Miroku caught her by the arm as she stumbled dizzily.
“You don’t seem to be in any condition to walk,” he said. “Those things were wrapped around your legs pretty tightly.”
“I’m fine,” she stated, reaching for Hiraikotsu. But her vision suddenly swam, and she leaned heavily against a tree.
“Let me carry you,” the monk offered.
“Not a chance in hell,” Sango retorted immediately.
His face took on a carefully patient expression. “I am concerned for your health. It is nothing perverted,” he assured her.
As Sango’s vision blurred again, she reluctantly agreed. She felt like she was going to pass out any minute. This illusion must have been strong…
“Were you under the spell, too?” she asked, as he secured Hiraikotsu on his back.
He nodded, not looking at her. “Inuyasha broke me free.”
How is he not affected, then? she wondered. Some small part of her was instantly jealous of his strength. You are supposed to be a demon slayer. You’re not supposed to be this weak!
And Miroku was obviously stronger than he looked. As Sango stepped behind him, obviously not expecting him to be able to carry both her and her weapon, she was surprised to feel herself lifted easily onto his back, his arms secure under her knees. She clutched his shoulders, startled, and felt lean muscle beneath her hands. The monk hid his strength well beneath his heavy robes.
As they started off, Sango wanted to tell him to put her down, that she could walk for herself, but she could feel her consciousness fading again. Her head fell against Miroku’s shoulder, and she smelled ink and paper. As she drifted off, she hoped that Inuyasha and Kagome were all right.
And if the monk’s hands were on her ass when she woke up, she hoped that he could run fast.