Prompt #72 Bear
Title: Buried
Author: starzki
Rating: K+
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 350
Summary: The weight of Sango's demons can often be too much for her to bear.
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As she was dying, Sango felt the weight of every shovelful of dirt as it landed on top of her. She survived, but there were days when, with every little indignity or injustice she faced, she could still hear the dull thump of grave dirt land on her shoulders, burying her alive.
*THUD*
The ache between her shoulders stole the breath from her lungs as she flung hiraikotsu. The pain had affected her movement enough that she was off of her aim quite a bit, so the demon had another opportunity to strike against her and her friends. Sango cursed her weakness.
*THUD*
She had to look into the eyes of another grieving family member who demanded to know why such an innocent looking boy could be so ruthless as to kill their helpless daughter who would have never fought him. Who was only in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sango had no answer.
*THUD*
She had to watch her friends deal with Naraku, who would have been destroyed if only Sango was stronger, smarter. If only she had been able to live up to her excellent training, there would be so much less suffering from those she grew to love. Sango vowed to try harder.
*THUD*
She counted the days lost to her quest to destroy Naraku and despaired as they increased. She counted the lives of the villagers lost to his treachery and wondered if their spirits would ever find peace. She counted the miles traveled, the demons killed, the tears shed. Sango’s shoulders trembled under the phantom grave dirt and she wondered just how much more weight she could bear.
But then he would be beside her. His eyes would twinkle and he would smile so serenely that she would wonder how his own demons did not seem to affect him as hers did. Then he would do something inappropriate and she would forget the weight of being buried long enough to discipline him.
Even in her anger, there were days she counted on his wandering hands to help ease her burden. He never disappointed.
END.
Author: starzki
Rating: K+
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 350
Summary: The weight of Sango's demons can often be too much for her to bear.
-x-
As she was dying, Sango felt the weight of every shovelful of dirt as it landed on top of her. She survived, but there were days when, with every little indignity or injustice she faced, she could still hear the dull thump of grave dirt land on her shoulders, burying her alive.
*THUD*
The ache between her shoulders stole the breath from her lungs as she flung hiraikotsu. The pain had affected her movement enough that she was off of her aim quite a bit, so the demon had another opportunity to strike against her and her friends. Sango cursed her weakness.
*THUD*
She had to look into the eyes of another grieving family member who demanded to know why such an innocent looking boy could be so ruthless as to kill their helpless daughter who would have never fought him. Who was only in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sango had no answer.
*THUD*
She had to watch her friends deal with Naraku, who would have been destroyed if only Sango was stronger, smarter. If only she had been able to live up to her excellent training, there would be so much less suffering from those she grew to love. Sango vowed to try harder.
*THUD*
She counted the days lost to her quest to destroy Naraku and despaired as they increased. She counted the lives of the villagers lost to his treachery and wondered if their spirits would ever find peace. She counted the miles traveled, the demons killed, the tears shed. Sango’s shoulders trembled under the phantom grave dirt and she wondered just how much more weight she could bear.
But then he would be beside her. His eyes would twinkle and he would smile so serenely that she would wonder how his own demons did not seem to affect him as hers did. Then he would do something inappropriate and she would forget the weight of being buried long enough to discipline him.
Even in her anger, there were days she counted on his wandering hands to help ease her burden. He never disappointed.
END.