A/N: Lucky you guys! Another new fic for me to work on while my writer's
block on "Slayers REGAL" festers and annoys. Just a little idea I had the
other day. It should be sinfully fun. ^ ^
He was much taller than she was, his hair long and as white as an old
man's, yet with a natural thickness and sheen that only the very young
possessed. He met her eyes briefly, and she saw that they were the color
of amethyst and slit-pupiled, mocking the one whose life he had stolen
without even a ghost of shame in their depths.
"Demon," she whispered.
"That I am," he replied lightly, smiling at her in a sickening imitation of
her lost friend, even as his shape became that lost friend's. "Would the
clever lady be so kind . . . as to bear my child?"
Sango's eyes flashed dangerously and she struck him on reflex. The
nameless youkai laughed.
"It is so easy to be him," he said in an amused tone. "And soon, my dear,
you will forget that I am not even that lecherous monk. My spells can take
away even your strong mind's memories."
She wished that she could believe he was lying- believe that she was strong
enough to know what had really happened and not dishonor her friend's
memory. But already she felt his accursed magic stealing the truth away.
The last conscious thought she had was that his eyes were nowhere near as
beautiful as the real Miroku's.
* tbc . . . *