[Eternal] Bad Timing
Title: Bad Timing
Author: Griddlebone (eggplantlady)
Word Count: 390
Rating: T
Summary: Miroku makes an offer Sango won't accept.
Warnings: Crossover (InuYasha/Aion)
Notes: Originally written for mirsan_fics, this is the uncut version of my entry for Prompt #57 - warm. Part of Eternal.
He was going to get away. She was so close, and he was going to get away. Furious, Sango pushed herself harder, faster. But not fast enough.
Too late she saw where he was heading: the rift. The rift that would take him... she had no idea where, but she would be damned if she let him go through it without her. The vortex swallowed him up; she dove blindly after him, felt the bizarre tingling sensation as she shifted worlds.
And then the transfer was complete. Naraku was gone. Sango let out a strangled cry of defeat and sank to her knees, oblivious to the glorious landscape around her. A moment later, Miroku followed her through the rift. It disappeared behind him, leaving them stranded in Asmodae, their companions trapped on the other side in Elysea.
Wisely, Miroku said nothing. He merely scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of their quarry. There was none.
Gradually, Sango became aware of her surroundings again. All around her stretched the frozen wastes of Morheim, ice fields extending as far as the eye could see in any direction. As if her body had suddenly become aware of the frigid cold, she shivered violently.
"I'm going to find him," she declared, at the same moment as Miroku suggested, "We should find a way back to Elysea."
She turned and fixed him with a glare.
"You're shaking," he pointed out. He, she noted, was not. "Can you fight?"
"What choice do I have?" Aion might have made her a Daeva and granted her immortality, but that power did not include immunity to the cold. It couldn't harm her, it was just... uncomfortable.
"You could always share my Robe of Flame," he offered casually, earning himself a suspicious look.
"And how close would I have to stand to you for that to work?" she asked dubiously.
"It works best with skin-to-skin contact," was the only too innocent answer.
"Fine," she sighed, defeated by her unwillingness to let him distract her - or get in her way. "Let's go back. We'll just have to try harder next time."
Sympathetic, and perhaps more disappointed by her answer than either of them would have liked to admit, he told her, "He can't outwit us forever. We will find a way to defeat him."
If only that were true.
Note: Yes, I continue to take liberties with the skills in Aion. Just having a little fun. :D
Author: Griddlebone (eggplantlady)
Word Count: 390
Rating: T
Summary: Miroku makes an offer Sango won't accept.
Warnings: Crossover (InuYasha/Aion)
Notes: Originally written for mirsan_fics, this is the uncut version of my entry for Prompt #57 - warm. Part of Eternal.
He was going to get away. She was so close, and he was going to get away. Furious, Sango pushed herself harder, faster. But not fast enough.
Too late she saw where he was heading: the rift. The rift that would take him... she had no idea where, but she would be damned if she let him go through it without her. The vortex swallowed him up; she dove blindly after him, felt the bizarre tingling sensation as she shifted worlds.
And then the transfer was complete. Naraku was gone. Sango let out a strangled cry of defeat and sank to her knees, oblivious to the glorious landscape around her. A moment later, Miroku followed her through the rift. It disappeared behind him, leaving them stranded in Asmodae, their companions trapped on the other side in Elysea.
Wisely, Miroku said nothing. He merely scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of their quarry. There was none.
Gradually, Sango became aware of her surroundings again. All around her stretched the frozen wastes of Morheim, ice fields extending as far as the eye could see in any direction. As if her body had suddenly become aware of the frigid cold, she shivered violently.
"I'm going to find him," she declared, at the same moment as Miroku suggested, "We should find a way back to Elysea."
She turned and fixed him with a glare.
"You're shaking," he pointed out. He, she noted, was not. "Can you fight?"
"What choice do I have?" Aion might have made her a Daeva and granted her immortality, but that power did not include immunity to the cold. It couldn't harm her, it was just... uncomfortable.
"You could always share my Robe of Flame," he offered casually, earning himself a suspicious look.
"And how close would I have to stand to you for that to work?" she asked dubiously.
"It works best with skin-to-skin contact," was the only too innocent answer.
"Fine," she sighed, defeated by her unwillingness to let him distract her - or get in her way. "Let's go back. We'll just have to try harder next time."
Sympathetic, and perhaps more disappointed by her answer than either of them would have liked to admit, he told her, "He can't outwit us forever. We will find a way to defeat him."
If only that were true.
Note: Yes, I continue to take liberties with the skills in Aion. Just having a little fun. :D