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sinful_lynx) wrote2009-11-16 04:43 pm
sinful_lynx) wrote2009-11-16 04:43 pm
Miroku/Sango!
Title: Forgive Me
Fandom: Inuyasha
Characters/Pairings: Miroku/Sango
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers if you haven't watched/read the last half of the anime/manga
Author Note: Miroku, you fucking idiot... >< God! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SUCH A SWEETHEART? Poor guy...
Summary: "Sango... forgive me..."
Fandom: Inuyasha
Characters/Pairings: Miroku/Sango
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers if you haven't watched/read the last half of the anime/manga
Author Note: Miroku, you fucking idiot... >< God! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SUCH A SWEETHEART? Poor guy...
Summary: "Sango... forgive me..."
It seems like a gamble, a great chance that he'll only be digging his grave, but its there. There is the chance that he can do it, that he can take advantage of Naraku's confusion and take it he does. "Kazaana!" He strips the beads off, lets the cloth flutter open and he sucks in everything to come his way.
Shards of adamant nick the sides of the wind tunnel, but he does not flinch. Miasma surges forward, but he does not relent. There it is... the heart is there, the infant caught in both Naraku's grasp and the vacuum forces of the curse that's run three generations. Slowly it inches from the cage of adamant and he musters all his strength to stand his ground, to take that infant, to rid the world of Naraku's heart and the evil he has wrought.
He feels tears of blood, he feels the blood pool in his throat. He coughs, ignoring the splash of crimson, ignoring the pain, ignoring everything because he can't let it happen. He can't allow Sango to watch Kohaku die again. This pain is nothing... compared to what she would feel having to witness it again, just to kill the creature responsible for everything she's endured.
But his body isn't strong. The poison scars, seeps into his body, tries to devour him. As resilient as he seems, the world fades in and out, his muscles feel nonexistent. He's ready to drop.
Only the memory of Kohaku, the plan Kikyou and Midoriko has for the boy and Sango's sorrow keep him standing, even as he gasps and coughs that crimson fluid tainted with shouki, tainted with Naraku. Just a moment longer! It's all he needs--he's so close!
He's not sure which happened first--Inuyasha thrusting the beads over his arm or his body giving out, but he can hear Naraku, as if he's speaking through an ocean of water. Their chance is gone. He almost had the Infant, almost had Naraku... almost freed Sango. He is prepared to die... he always knew it would come down to it. For Sango, he'll do anything, even should it mean rending his own body, destroying himself because she deserves all the happiness she can get. If he can give it to her...
"Sango..." He whispers, the pain rushing through his right arm, the shouki burning at his blood, his body, his spirit. He couldn't give it to her. He couldn't free her or Kohaku, he wasn't strong enough to stand those last few seconds. He is only human... "... forgive me..."
Shards of adamant nick the sides of the wind tunnel, but he does not flinch. Miasma surges forward, but he does not relent. There it is... the heart is there, the infant caught in both Naraku's grasp and the vacuum forces of the curse that's run three generations. Slowly it inches from the cage of adamant and he musters all his strength to stand his ground, to take that infant, to rid the world of Naraku's heart and the evil he has wrought.
He feels tears of blood, he feels the blood pool in his throat. He coughs, ignoring the splash of crimson, ignoring the pain, ignoring everything because he can't let it happen. He can't allow Sango to watch Kohaku die again. This pain is nothing... compared to what she would feel having to witness it again, just to kill the creature responsible for everything she's endured.
But his body isn't strong. The poison scars, seeps into his body, tries to devour him. As resilient as he seems, the world fades in and out, his muscles feel nonexistent. He's ready to drop.
Only the memory of Kohaku, the plan Kikyou and Midoriko has for the boy and Sango's sorrow keep him standing, even as he gasps and coughs that crimson fluid tainted with shouki, tainted with Naraku. Just a moment longer! It's all he needs--he's so close!
He's not sure which happened first--Inuyasha thrusting the beads over his arm or his body giving out, but he can hear Naraku, as if he's speaking through an ocean of water. Their chance is gone. He almost had the Infant, almost had Naraku... almost freed Sango. He is prepared to die... he always knew it would come down to it. For Sango, he'll do anything, even should it mean rending his own body, destroying himself because she deserves all the happiness she can get. If he can give it to her...
"Sango..." He whispers, the pain rushing through his right arm, the shouki burning at his blood, his body, his spirit. He couldn't give it to her. He couldn't free her or Kohaku, he wasn't strong enough to stand those last few seconds. He is only human... "... forgive me..."