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myOtaku.com: TajiiyaSango
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Thursday, April 21, 2005
Fanfic
Now here's chapter 3! Yay!
Behind These Hazel Eyes
Chapter 3
Though the sound was quiet, Inuyasha's dog ears twitched under the hat he used to hide them when he heard mention of Kikyo's name. He looked at the girl who had said Kikyo's name and memorized her features. He would talk wit her later.
Late in the evening, after working all day, the three girls made their way back to the apartment. But they were stopped on their way. A man with wolfish blue eyes and a long black ponytail stopped them and looked them over. He grabbed Ayame by the arm and dragged her off to a long car sitting in the middle of the Ghetto. Many others were lined up. Strangely though, Ayame didn't struggle. And the man's grip on her was not forceful or harsh. Sango and Kagome reached out to their friend, but were pushed back by the crowd. The two girls watched in horror as some people were shot and others were tossed into the long car. One of them was a small boy with dark hair and scared brown eyes. Sango shrieked out, "KOHAKU!" She shoved through the mass of people and yelled out tp Kohaku. "Kohaku!!!" Kohaku and several Nazis turned around. Kohaku yelled out shakingly, "Anue!" But a Nazi shoved him into the car and his shouts were muffled by the hard metal. They ignored Sango because Kagome held her back as she repeatedly shouted Kohaku's name. Kagome didn't want anything to happen to Kohaku, but she knew Sango would be killed on the spot if she messed with the Nazis. She coaxed Sango back to the apartment,her mind rattling with worry for Kohaku and Ayame. Then something hit her. What had happened to Souta at Kristallnacht? Had he been taken to the Ghetto also? Was he safe at home? Or had he already been exterminated at the camps? Kagome tried not to think of that.
When the two arrived at their room, Inuyasha from the sewing factory was standing there beside Miroku. He stepped towards the two and took Kagome out into the hallway. Kagome cried out with fear, but Inuyasha slammed her up against a wall and quieted her. He spoke in a urgent, hushed voice. "You know Kikyo?" Kagome was at a loss for words. "Answer me!" Kagome nodded warily. "Why does it matter?" Inuyasha grumbled under his breath. "I'm going to need your help with something." Kagome wrenched her arms from his fist. "Why should I help you of all people?! Nazi!" Inuyasha lashed back at her. "Do you want to help Kikyo?! If you don't, she'll die!" Kagome muttered, "I- I want to help her." Inuyasha commenced walking. "Then come with me." Kagome followed. "But why do you need my help?" "You'll see."
Sango was left standing in the doorway. She felt empty after the loss of Kohaku and she barely heard Miroku's voice say her name. "Sango?" Sango stared at him pondering how he knew her name, but she shrugged it off. "It's nothing." She sat on the concrete slab they called a bed and spoke softly. "Houshi-sama... what happens to the Jews in the concentration camps?" Miroku blinked at the randomness of the question. "Most of them are put to labor or... killed." Sango jumped up from the bad, tears streaming down her face. "How could you?! Why would you do such a thing?! He was just a child!" Of course Sango knew Miroku took no part in deporting Kohaku, but in her heart, all the Nazis were at fault for destroying her world. And of course, Miroku had no idea who she was talking about. But he knelt down beside her and handed her a handkerchief to wipe her eyes. "Do you think this is what I wanted to be?" Sango looked up at Miroku, dried tears staining her face. "What?"
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