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Title: Red Apple Remix
Pairing: Sango/Sesshomaru
Fandom: InuYasha
Theme: #90 Vin Rouge
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any related characters. This is my own very strange version of Snow White.
Sango felt herself being pulled towards the powerful demon in front of her. She wanted to attack it. She needed to attack it. But she couldn’t. There was just something about this demon that made her unable to attack. The creature looked like a normal, old human woman wearing a priestess’s red and white uniform. But now she knew better. This was a powerful demon. Perhaps even more powerful than Naraku himself. “You are missing your brother correct?” The demoness asked her, a wicked smile breaking out over her pointed teeth, “The rest of your family, too?”
Sango’s muscles tightened, trying to break free of the spell that held her in place, but found that she couldn’t. “Let me go!”
The demoness smiled and shook her head. It was a creepy effect. “Not yet. Perhaps not even ever. Because, you see, you have crossed my mistress,” she licked her crackled lips, “And that I consider extremely bad.”
“Who is your mistress? I have never crossed anyone more powerful than you!”
“Oh,” grunted the woman. “You haven’t crossed paths yet. It is more along the lines that you have defiled her.”
“How have I done that,” Sango asked. Sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead.
“You are more beautiful than she.”
It was so simplistic that Sango shouted, “I am not beautiful!” Taijiya women were not beautiful. They were fighters. If their bodies became scarred, it did not matter. “I am certain that she is more beautiful than me, if she is powerful.”
“Oh, my lady is quite beautiful, but she doesn’t have your athletic look. She doesn’t have that healthy flush of skin that you have.” Slumping her head over, Sango gave up. It was clear that she would never be free from this spell. This demon was far too powerful. “And she doesn’t have a man that loves her as much as yours loves you.”
“Miroku,” Sango questioned, “He doesn’t love me. He used to say that he did, but-“
“Not that perverted monk,” the demoness shook her head, “My lady would never be jealous of that fool. No, she is talking of the other man… the other demon who loves you.”
There was a few seconds of silence while Sango wracked her brain for all the demons she knew, and mostly those who could love her. “InuYasha is in love with Kagome?”
It was more a statement than a question and it brought another round of laughter from the demoness. “Slayer, you are blind not to see what is in front of your very eyes.” And when she said that, her body began to move strangely. Back and forth in almost a hypnotic fashion. “I bid you farewell, but please,” her voice became soft and she took something out of her robes. It was red and shiny. An apple, “Take this as a sort of offering.”
The woman set it on the ground and disappeared into the night, releasing Sango from the spell.
“There is no way that I am eating this,” she thought as she held it in her hands. It really was a beautiful fruit. It was perfectly red, like red wine, and smooth. There wasn’t a spot or a blemish on it. Although she didn’t want to take it, she knew that she couldn’t leave the demon apple at the spot. Who knew who would be ambling along hungrily? So even against her better judgment, she stuffed the apple into her pocket and went on her way.
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The village was silent. It always was. After all, all of the previous occupants of the village were dead. All but one that is. Slumping down on her futon, Sango sighed, examining the gorgeous red apple in her hand, “There is no way that I can eat this.”
“You are smart for a human.” It was Sesshomaru. Really, it shouldn’t have surprised her. He had come to her more and more often as of late, as Rin needed more and more help settling into growing into a beautiful woman. “That apple has been poisoned.”
“I know.” Yet for some reason she continued to stare at it. “It’s beautiful, though, isn’t it?”
“Purify it as soon as possibly, slayer.” It was an order. No one ordered her around, especially not a demon.
“Who are you to tell me what to do?”
Without looking at her, Sesshomaru made his way to his door, “I am not… I am… just listen to me.” Sesshomaru was never flustered, so it surprised her that he was stuttering over his words. After all, Sesshomaru was never one to stutter. “You should purify it.”
“Don’t worry.” She turned her back on him, although she knew that this was a huge mistake. After all, he was a demon. He could kill her in less than two seconds and laugh while doing so. “I will.”
“Make sure that you do, slayer.” And then he was gone, only a slight breeze to tell her that he was gone.
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The apple called to her, it truly did. She should have destroyed it, she truly should have, but it wouldn’t let her. It was too luscious. It was too beautiful. So she took a bite. Sango knew that it was wrong. She knew that she shouldn’t have done so, but she did. And she fell to the ground, dead.
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Time passes slowly for the dead, she was soon to discover. Especially those poisoned with Lover’s Lace, unique in the way that the poisoned person’s soul stays behind to watch as other’s lives go on. Miroku was the one to find her. Kagome was the one to cry for her. InuYasha was the one to kill for her. But, none of them knew who poisoned her. It was quite disappointing, really.
Then came Sesshomaru. He smirked, probably thinking about how he had been right. Then he did the surprising. He bent down and kissed her corpse before taking off. Strange how she could feel his lips pressed against hers. And that was how she found herself following the Demon Lord. She wondered if he knew that she was trailing him. He probably did. Or maybe not, after all, she was a spirit. He never mentioned her. Jaken and Rin, though were sent to a safe place while he traveled at an alarmingly fast pace. Curious, she followed. She was compelled to follow. They were linked; she could feel it after the kiss. They arrived at a strange mountain, twisting and turning to the heavens. Sesshomaru she wanted to call out. But, she couldn’t. As a spirit, her voice would be forever lost and cut away.
He traveled the mountains. Sango followed. They arrived at a large cavern, spells cast all around it. Demons were guarding the entire place. Be careful. “Thank you,” she could have sworn he whispered. And he nodded, heading into the cave. Battle ensued. It was a bloody mess, but not one drop was Sesshomaru’s. No, he killed the lower class demons with ease. The demoness who had poisoned Sango appeared, “I was wondering when you would get here, Sesshomaru. After all, you are smart enough to know the effects of Lover’s Lace.”
“The antidote.” He held out his clawed hand. Sango looked on with interest.
The demoness looked around, “My Lady is dead, you know this as well as I. Such is the price of Lover’s Lace. The giver dies, as well as the user. There is no cure for this sort of death. Not even your sword.”
“The antidote.”
“Persistent, are we?” She chortled, “There is no antidote.” Only, unlike Sesshomaru, Sango saw the ball of furious light forming in the demoness’s hand. “Only, that you die with her.” The hand went out, towards Sesshomaru so lightening fast that he had no time to react. But she did. It wouldn’t do anything, but she threw her ghostly body in front of him. And she blocked the onslaught of power, screaming, becoming real. The light went racing back towards the demoness, killing her. Breathing deeply, Sango stood, realizing that she was solid. Alive.
“Stupid, human,” Sesshomaru shook his head, for once a smile playing on his face. It made Sango’s heart stop. She thought that she would die again. “I told you to purify the apple.” She smiled, too. She wasn’t dead yet.
Pairing: Sango/Sesshomaru
Fandom: InuYasha
Theme: #90 Vin Rouge
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any related characters. This is my own very strange version of Snow White.
Sango felt herself being pulled towards the powerful demon in front of her. She wanted to attack it. She needed to attack it. But she couldn’t. There was just something about this demon that made her unable to attack. The creature looked like a normal, old human woman wearing a priestess’s red and white uniform. But now she knew better. This was a powerful demon. Perhaps even more powerful than Naraku himself. “You are missing your brother correct?” The demoness asked her, a wicked smile breaking out over her pointed teeth, “The rest of your family, too?”
Sango’s muscles tightened, trying to break free of the spell that held her in place, but found that she couldn’t. “Let me go!”
The demoness smiled and shook her head. It was a creepy effect. “Not yet. Perhaps not even ever. Because, you see, you have crossed my mistress,” she licked her crackled lips, “And that I consider extremely bad.”
“Who is your mistress? I have never crossed anyone more powerful than you!”
“Oh,” grunted the woman. “You haven’t crossed paths yet. It is more along the lines that you have defiled her.”
“How have I done that,” Sango asked. Sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead.
“You are more beautiful than she.”
It was so simplistic that Sango shouted, “I am not beautiful!” Taijiya women were not beautiful. They were fighters. If their bodies became scarred, it did not matter. “I am certain that she is more beautiful than me, if she is powerful.”
“Oh, my lady is quite beautiful, but she doesn’t have your athletic look. She doesn’t have that healthy flush of skin that you have.” Slumping her head over, Sango gave up. It was clear that she would never be free from this spell. This demon was far too powerful. “And she doesn’t have a man that loves her as much as yours loves you.”
“Miroku,” Sango questioned, “He doesn’t love me. He used to say that he did, but-“
“Not that perverted monk,” the demoness shook her head, “My lady would never be jealous of that fool. No, she is talking of the other man… the other demon who loves you.”
There was a few seconds of silence while Sango wracked her brain for all the demons she knew, and mostly those who could love her. “InuYasha is in love with Kagome?”
It was more a statement than a question and it brought another round of laughter from the demoness. “Slayer, you are blind not to see what is in front of your very eyes.” And when she said that, her body began to move strangely. Back and forth in almost a hypnotic fashion. “I bid you farewell, but please,” her voice became soft and she took something out of her robes. It was red and shiny. An apple, “Take this as a sort of offering.”
The woman set it on the ground and disappeared into the night, releasing Sango from the spell.
“There is no way that I am eating this,” she thought as she held it in her hands. It really was a beautiful fruit. It was perfectly red, like red wine, and smooth. There wasn’t a spot or a blemish on it. Although she didn’t want to take it, she knew that she couldn’t leave the demon apple at the spot. Who knew who would be ambling along hungrily? So even against her better judgment, she stuffed the apple into her pocket and went on her way.
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The village was silent. It always was. After all, all of the previous occupants of the village were dead. All but one that is. Slumping down on her futon, Sango sighed, examining the gorgeous red apple in her hand, “There is no way that I can eat this.”
“You are smart for a human.” It was Sesshomaru. Really, it shouldn’t have surprised her. He had come to her more and more often as of late, as Rin needed more and more help settling into growing into a beautiful woman. “That apple has been poisoned.”
“I know.” Yet for some reason she continued to stare at it. “It’s beautiful, though, isn’t it?”
“Purify it as soon as possibly, slayer.” It was an order. No one ordered her around, especially not a demon.
“Who are you to tell me what to do?”
Without looking at her, Sesshomaru made his way to his door, “I am not… I am… just listen to me.” Sesshomaru was never flustered, so it surprised her that he was stuttering over his words. After all, Sesshomaru was never one to stutter. “You should purify it.”
“Don’t worry.” She turned her back on him, although she knew that this was a huge mistake. After all, he was a demon. He could kill her in less than two seconds and laugh while doing so. “I will.”
“Make sure that you do, slayer.” And then he was gone, only a slight breeze to tell her that he was gone.
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The apple called to her, it truly did. She should have destroyed it, she truly should have, but it wouldn’t let her. It was too luscious. It was too beautiful. So she took a bite. Sango knew that it was wrong. She knew that she shouldn’t have done so, but she did. And she fell to the ground, dead.
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Time passes slowly for the dead, she was soon to discover. Especially those poisoned with Lover’s Lace, unique in the way that the poisoned person’s soul stays behind to watch as other’s lives go on. Miroku was the one to find her. Kagome was the one to cry for her. InuYasha was the one to kill for her. But, none of them knew who poisoned her. It was quite disappointing, really.
Then came Sesshomaru. He smirked, probably thinking about how he had been right. Then he did the surprising. He bent down and kissed her corpse before taking off. Strange how she could feel his lips pressed against hers. And that was how she found herself following the Demon Lord. She wondered if he knew that she was trailing him. He probably did. Or maybe not, after all, she was a spirit. He never mentioned her. Jaken and Rin, though were sent to a safe place while he traveled at an alarmingly fast pace. Curious, she followed. She was compelled to follow. They were linked; she could feel it after the kiss. They arrived at a strange mountain, twisting and turning to the heavens. Sesshomaru she wanted to call out. But, she couldn’t. As a spirit, her voice would be forever lost and cut away.
He traveled the mountains. Sango followed. They arrived at a large cavern, spells cast all around it. Demons were guarding the entire place. Be careful. “Thank you,” she could have sworn he whispered. And he nodded, heading into the cave. Battle ensued. It was a bloody mess, but not one drop was Sesshomaru’s. No, he killed the lower class demons with ease. The demoness who had poisoned Sango appeared, “I was wondering when you would get here, Sesshomaru. After all, you are smart enough to know the effects of Lover’s Lace.”
“The antidote.” He held out his clawed hand. Sango looked on with interest.
The demoness looked around, “My Lady is dead, you know this as well as I. Such is the price of Lover’s Lace. The giver dies, as well as the user. There is no cure for this sort of death. Not even your sword.”
“The antidote.”
“Persistent, are we?” She chortled, “There is no antidote.” Only, unlike Sesshomaru, Sango saw the ball of furious light forming in the demoness’s hand. “Only, that you die with her.” The hand went out, towards Sesshomaru so lightening fast that he had no time to react. But she did. It wouldn’t do anything, but she threw her ghostly body in front of him. And she blocked the onslaught of power, screaming, becoming real. The light went racing back towards the demoness, killing her. Breathing deeply, Sango stood, realizing that she was solid. Alive.
“Stupid, human,” Sesshomaru shook his head, for once a smile playing on his face. It made Sango’s heart stop. She thought that she would die again. “I told you to purify the apple.” She smiled, too. She wasn’t dead yet.