Wednesday, June 15, 2005

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An Angel Called Yami


Chapter 1:
I watched the battle unfold below me, bloody and violent. Yami, Inuyasha, Kaiba
and Miroku were battling against Sesshomaru, Marik, Naroku, and Kougra. It was fierce. I heard Marik mutter something; saw light strike out and Miroku jump out of the way. Inuyasha used 'Wind scar’, it directly hit Sesshomaru, but he revived himself using his
tetsiaga. Marik shouted, and Yami crumpled to the ground, defeated. I'm going in! I thought. They won't last long 2-on-1. And I have to get Yami out of that bloody mess. I jumped on Kirara, no explanation to Kagome or Shippo. I know they have tried to stop me but there was just no time for that. "Kirara, ride!" She swooped down into the valley and landed; I jumped off. "Take Yami up to the cliff. Don't come back down until Miroku, Kaiba, Inuyasha or I say." I placed Yami on her back, trying to be gentle. When I took my hand away, his blood was on it. Suddenly, a whip-like thing came flying towards me. I jumped, but it nicked my leg. I just flung my weapon out; it hit Naroku's leg
hard, bringing him to the ground. I ran to Marik and grabbed him by the collar; forced him down. “You will die here tonight Marik, I will make sure of it" I took a knife from my bag and cut his arm, not deep enough to kill. "Feel the pain Marik" Then, I killed him.

Chapter 2

I woke up on top of the cliff, Yami's hand in mine. It was chilly outside, so we were covered with Inuyasha’s haori. "What happened to me?" I asked softly.“You were knocked out in the battle, shortly after killing Marik" Miroku answered. I
looked over at Yami. He was unconscious; limp; and bloody. “Yami?" I whispered. I gave Miroku and Inuyasha, Kagome, a meaningful look and they left. 'Please live, Yami."
"I don't plan on dying" he replied weakly
"Do you feel pain?"
"Yes, in some places. But In others, I am numb"
“That’s bad, Yami"
“I know, but I will try to live, for you."
"Please."
“I love you"

"I love you too" He fainted. I cried, laying my head in his chest, and fell asleep, his blood
in my hair.


Chapter 3
I woke up to find that Yami's chest was rising up and down. He's alive, for now. I got up and walked out, going to the hot springs to wash my hair. I changed into a light blue bikini, and got in. I soaked for what must have been an hour, then got dressed and went back. When I walked in, everyone looked sad, even Kaiba. I knew right then something was wrong. Miroku stepped out of the way and there was Yami, barely breathing. I knelt beside him, “I love you" he whispered, barely able to speak.
“I love you too" I cried, knowing he would die soon. I kissed him, and felt my life fade away.

Chapter 4
3 years later
For a long time I cried myself to sleep. I went on being a demon slayer, but every kill was mechanical. I put no feeling into killing. The only thing I could feel was sorrow, and hurt. One day, we were fighting this bull demon thing. Another easy, mechanical kill. We killed the bull, and I was tired from it. A figure stepped out of the shadows and spoke in a voice familiar yet oddly cold.
"Sango" It voiced
"Yami?"
"I am Yami, but different. I sold my soul to demons for 5 years, to be their slaves, then they will let me out and I can love and live again. I remember loving. I remember loving you.”
I nodded, knowing it was his decision. I don’t cry myself to sleep anymore. I can kill demons with feeling again; knowing that one day my life will be given back to me in the form of an angel named Yami.



Epilogue.
5 years later:

The sunlight streamed in on me when I woke from my pleasant sleep. Hopefully, there would be no demons today. The date is….I calculated mentally…. May 20. His death date. I let the tears fall, but I was not overcome. Soon, he would return to me. How many years had it been now? Eight since his death, but five since I had seen him again.
. Wait…he said…five years…. Now more tears flew, but they were tears of joy. I would see Yami again today!! Would he be different? I soon cried myself to sleep.

I woke to a warm hand being placed on my shoulder. Most likely Inuyasha’s, Miroku’s,or if he was in a good mood, Kaiba's. But it was different, comforting, and confident. I knew that hand…I know that feel…without opening my eyes, I whispered “Yami?” The same question I had asked 5 years ago. One word, but the answer would change my life.
“Yes, it’s me. The real me.” I flipped over and sat up, and then I stared into his deep purple eyes. There seemed only one thing I could do - kiss him with everything I had. And he kissed me back.

My life is normal again, but I still hold the memory of loneliness of those five years. The sadness and horror is erased every time he holds me, every time I look at our ring, every time I see our baby girl (her name is Nalini). Now I have two angels, and they have brought me heaven on earth.




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