A/N: *shrugs* Yah, I know I'm grounded and not supposed to be
online, much less updating. And yah, I know that the last
installment of this said "ende" at the bottom, but then again,
so did the first one. Besides- people asked for more, it's
perfectly logical to continue, and I'm curious to see if I can
take this thing any further without screwing it over. I may
even do a fourth chapter for the houshi if I get a good idea or
am prodded enough. ^_~ Do I hear any complaints? I thought
Actually, I think this is one of the best things I've written in
a while. I'm very proud of it- which is WHY I'm sneaking online
to post it. Be happy, damn you!
And now . . . Clueless!Sango's POV. Watch out, this chappie
gets a little bit creepy. Less mush, less romance, more
sexuality, more scary angst and now with added gory imagery!
You KNOW you want it, bitch. *whip cracks*
A request-fic goes to the first person to find the Dickens
quote. -^__~- Nyao.
"The Dreaming Places"
Something is going on here.
I can sense it looming behind me, like a creeping youkai with
poison hidden in its fangs and a deranged grin- the kind that
can kill you and be gone before you even know you're dead.
Kagome-chan has been upset, and seems to be playing with Shippou
and Kirara more often to distract herself. Inu-Yasha is
clinging to Houshi-sama like a frightened child, and Houshi-sama
clings back protectively. They don't even know they're doing it
half the time.
We were in a fight the other day, and Houshi-sama was punched in
the gut. He's had worse and shaken it off easily, but from the
way Inu-Yasha reacted you'd think he'd been split open from hip
to lip. The youkai was dead in the next instant, and Inu-Yasha
was fussing over Houshi-sama like a mother hen before the body
hit the ground.
A few days before that it was the new moon, and Houshi-sama
spent the entire night by Inu-Yasha's side, not leaving him
alone for more than a moment until dawn. I don't know if he
wanted to protect him or just make sure that he wouldn't run off
the way he usually does.
But I'm pretty sure that Houshi-sama didn't need to hold his arm
the whole time.
Kagome-chan was watching me that night. She didn't even seem to
notice the others. It made my face hot, like when the monk
watches me and says he wants me. But he hasn't done that
lately, and even when I tried to hint that I kind of liked it
when he did, he just smiled and gave Kagome-chan a funny look
and kept right on not doing it.
I don't understand him at all.
But then again, I never did.
I like Kagome-chan better sometimes. She doesn't look down on
me like he usually seems to. I can't really blame him, but he
just doesn't like women that much.
Well, maybe I should rephrase that. He likes us TOO much. He
thinks we're dolls, so he pets us and plays with us and tells us
how very beautiful we are, but he can't really "connect" with
us. He sees gods, not girls. It isn't his fault, really, and I
can tell that he doesn't even mean to do it, but . . . he still
does. He worships at our altar and idealizes us in his mind
with lotus-incense dreams and oft-whispered but genuinely-felt
I suppose that I understand better him than I thought. But
still . . . still.
I don't want to be beautiful. I don't like it when he brushes
my hair into place or gives me flowers. It's nice to be
pampered occasionally, but it's not the life I want for myself.
I want to be a warrior, and I want to give the gift of death to
all the angry souls in the world, so they can go to the dreaming
places and be at peace. I want to give it back to Kohaku, who
had it and lost it, and will never let my own soul be stilled
until he is dead again.
I live because of him. I live only for him.
I am his family, but part of that, I've learned, involves doing
what is best for him. I am his sister; he is my brother. We
are each other's parents.
And our souls are very much the same.
So until he is dust and dirt and ash, I will exist, and will
love him even as I hunt him down like the dog he's become and
kill him in the small hours with the knife our father gave me.
I will make him bleed and hack that traitorous monstrosity that
makes up the Shikon shards and their magic out from under his
skin, and it will be beautiful, and then I won't have to be.
He would make a lovely corpse.
I suddenly miss Kagome-chan, and feel an unfamiliar need for
warmth. She's only asleep, but there is a sudden, irrational
terror in my mind and I go to her.
She's lovely in repose, you know. Dark hair made to gleam in
the firelight, skin that should always be touched, and a face
that I would love to see in nothing but candlelight.
But that's a thought just for me. For my nice place, where I go
when I know I'm safe. Houshi-sama likes to take me there
sometimes, but he's always very careful to make sure we come
back. Kagome-chan doesn't know HOW to come back. She'll laugh
and throw her head back, baring her neck to the world without
fear. She'll take a bath without automatically searching the
trees- unless she's looking for Houshi-sama, of course.
She's so sweet, always. Never suspicious first, never cruel.
Never mean on purpose.
And she's gorgeous when I get to see her naked. See her wet and
laughing with her bare throat and soft curves, let my eyes go
from white hip to smirking lip, and then I am the one who
worships at the altar of woman and wants to give out flowers and
light lotus-incense dreams.
"Kagome-chan," I call softly, touching her shoulder, and her
eyes open groggily.
"San-chan?" she asks, still half-asleep. I like that name.
The fire is dying, but for the first time . . . in a very long
time . . . I want to live.
"Come to the water with me," I whisper. "Let me see you there
She does, and I do.
She lets me kiss her.
* ende *
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