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Heart blood and soul
By : Misao
Category: InuYasha > General
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Chapter 14 -The truth-
Sango watched Rin with caution, she was being quiet, though she usually was but not like now. Ever since Naraku had fused her with her controlled body it was like she had lost every spark of defiance the her other self had possessed.

Her grip on hiraikotsu tightened as the shadow appeared on the other side of the door, opening it without so much as a knock, “Sango,” Naraku said motioning her to follow him into the hallway.

Sango sighed, not wanting too but knowing it would be better than the punishment Naraku would deal out. They had started to get rather rough after he learned of Kaida’s disappearance and she didn’t feel like facing the wrath that even Kikyo could not tame. Naraku shut the door and faced Sango, looking into the impassive face of the taijiya, “do you remember that monk you fought?” Sango thought for a second before nodding, “good. I want you to kill him.”

“Why?”

“Don’t question me!” Naraku all but shouted, before turning heal and leaving for his room.

Sango rolled her eyes, shifting hiraikotsu on her back as she headed the opposite direction, knowing Rin’s youkai hearing had picked up the details. She knew it would take at least three days to walk at a human pace to the human she would have to kill, but with the skills Naraku had given her through magic she had slowly gained the speed of a youkai.
*~*~*~*~*
Matsu looked into the sky, his staff leaning against the shrine. His eyes turned to the forest, feeling evil radiating from there. It was not a youkai, but it was dangerous. He had felt the aura before, yet he couldn’t quite place it. He grabbed his staff from the side of the house and poised himself for an attack. The taijiya that fought aside Naraku appeared in front of him, hiraikotsu strapped to her back.

“Why do you come here? The Shikon no Tama does not reside here anymore,” Matsu said, trying to distract the taijiya so he could formulate a plan. It was a tactic he had learned from his grandfather before he had passed on. Granted it usually never worked but hey, persistence is the key.

“You should know monk,” Sango replied, grabbing hold of the katana that hung at her hip, “we never got to finish our little fight.”

Matsu readied himself for the attack he sensed, knowing he would not have time to run and grab his sutra. She would only follow, destroying the shrine his grandfather and grandmother had slaved to build.

He blocked the first strike of the sword with his staff, and the second, but Sango was much too fast to be on the defending side of her attack. This would tire him out too quickly. Sango made another strike which caught Matsu’s side, making him stumble. Sango took this moment to knock him to the ground, placing her sword to his throat.

Matsu reached up to grab her hand, hoping in brute strength he would win out. He wrapped on hand around her wrist and put the other over her hand that was holding the sword, trying to loosen her grip. The steel of the sword had already started to break through the surface of the skin, although very lightly. After a brief struggle Sango’s hold came free and he was able to push her back with his foot.

Sango went crashing into the ground, her head hitting the stone of the steps, knocking her unconscious. Matsu slowly rose, holding his throat in his hand, feeling the blood run through his fingers. He sighed and grabbed the sword, ready to rid the world of Naraku’s henchman. He felt bad for what he would have to do, he was a monk after all. A man of Buddha. Did a man of Buddha kill? His grandfather did, but that was against evil. He knew in his heart this henchman was not evil.

He raised the sword, promising to give the henchman a proper burial after a swift death. He took one last look at Sango and he crumbled as he saw her open her eyes, no evil in them. She blinked at Matsu, who had collapsed next to her, sword dropped to the side. “Mi-ro-ku?” was all she said before falling back into the world of the unconscious.
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Sango awoke, her mind swirling, the last thing she remembered clearly was watching her daughter-in-law give birth. The rest was all a blur. She sat up, wondering how long had she been asleep. A figure leaning against the wall caught her eye, the monk’s robe being the only thing she could make out in the dark.

“You’re awake,” he muttered, his voice much to young to be Miroku’s or Makoto, her son, Sango mused. Then who was he? “How did you know my grandfather.”

Sango blinked, “your grandfather?”

Matsu nodded, “yes, you said his name before you passed out. He died a few months after I was born. Did Naraku tell you about him?”

Sango looked at him strangely, “Naraku? Naraku is dead. We defeated him 30 years ago.”

Matsu stood, taking Sango’s chin in his hand, “what do mean, we? And Naraku was killed 50 years ago.”

“Who are you! What is going on here?” Sango asked striking Matsu’s hand away from her.

Matsu looked into her eyes before resigning, “I am Matsu, monk of Inuyasha’s village. What is yours, or do you even know?”

“Of course I know my own name. I am Sango, taijiya and wife of Miroku.”

Matsu was silent, “you lie,” and he walked out of the room.

S fol followed him, after she kicoff off her sheets. He had walked back to the steps where they had fought, “what do you mean I lie? I know who I am!”

“The Sango that you speak of died of a sickness 20 years ago. There is no way you could be her. That same sickness took my mother. My grandfather passed on when I was eight, heart break,” Matsu spoke in a flat voice, looking straight ahead over the forest.

Sango gasped, the pieces falling into place as to who he was as she plopped down on the cold stone. “I worked for Naraku?” Matsu nodded, not looking at the woman. “Have I hurt Inuyasha and his family?” Matsu nodded again. “Have I... killed any of them?”

Matsu stood still before he answered. “I don’t know. They left to find Kaida about two months ago. They have yet to return. I have no doubt though, that they . Th. They defeated him once before, I’m sure they will be able to do it once again.”

Sango nodded, tucking her knees under her chin. “Has Kouga’s pack joined to help fight?”

“I know that him, his mate and son have joined them. I am sure their pack-”

“Take me to their mountains. I want some answers,” Sango asked.

“There is no need,” a voice called from down the steps, “I caught your scent, but it wasn’t mixed with Naraku’s. I called my mate and he said I could check it out.”

A smile crossed Sango’s face, “Tama-chan!”

Tama walked up to the monk and taijiya, embracing the latter. “It’s so good to see you my friend.”

Sango nodded, understanding that if Matsu was the same boy she helped deliver, then for Tama it would be a lot longer than for her. Matsu coughed, “not to be rude, but how is your progress against Naraku?”

Tama smiled, “Kaida was able to escape. She had frightened us though, when her body had been switched, losing the connection she had with Ryu.”

Sango looked at Tama, “tell me, what has happened. I must know.”

Tama nodded, looking at Matsu, “well Matsu, I guess I should first introduce you to your grandmother, Sango.”

Matsu was at a loss for words, “my grandmother? But you, you died.”

Tama smiled again, “that is where the explanation comes in. May we go inside? It would be best to tell this over something to drink.”
*~*~*~*~*
“Where to start?” Tama asked herself, as she sipped the tea that Sango had prepared. “I guess from the beginning is always best. Sango, you were helping Miyoko to deliver Matsu when that sickness caught up to you. It had swept through a lot of surrounding villages and Miroku and you had hoped the worst was over.”

Sango nodded, “I remember having to help all those sick people. And helping Miyoko deliver Matsu, but after he was born I forget everything. I don’t even remember hearing what his name was.”

Tama nodded, “you passed out, and never woke up.” A tear came to her eye, “you died three days later. All of us were there, and Kouga and Inuyasha stood by Miroku until he finally... passed on, when Matsu was eight.”

Sango wiped her eyes, trying not to think of the pain she put her love through, hoping that the hurt would dull. “What happened then? How come I’m alive again?”

At this Tama bristled, her mood changing as quickly as Kagome’s would if Inuyasha said something stupid. “Naraku. From what Kaida and Kagome have said he came back 300 years or so in the future. All of us but Ookami died, only to weaken him, not kill him. He was able to gain his full power in Kagome’s time, after he had,” Tama paused, her emotions shifting from anger to sympathy, “he had taken Kaida as his mate.”

Sango gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, “oh god.” Matsu slowly embraced his grandmother, letting her lean on him.

Tama nodded, her eyes closed, “Naraku’s magic had increased so much that he had been able to create Rin and you from himself. Kagome explained it as Kohaku mixed with Kagura. He gave you all the memories of your former selves but blocked them, making you only hate. You fought us, much like Kagura and Kanna and all of his other creatures your group fought 50 years ago.”

Sango was silent, letting all her emotions try to sort. Let her heart accept the fact that her only love was dead, and she had fought against her friends for the only man she hated.

“I want to fight.”

Tama nodded, “you may fight, I’m sure Kagome will be excited to see you. But, I am afraid that Naraku might take control of you again. You are him in an sense.”

Sango nodded, she had taken that risk and had almost paid with her life and the lives of her friends for her choices. “I understand. I will help you though. Possibly I will remember what Naraku’s plans are.”

Matsu spoke up, “I will join you as well. I can not forgive myself if I do not extract revenge on Naraku for doing this to you, grandmother.”

Sango smiled, placing her hand over Matsu’s. “Just don’t be overprotective of me. I’m not as fragile as I use to be. And remember this, I will die when Naraku is defeated, I am like Kagura, Kanna and my brother. As long as Naraku lives, I do.”

Matsu said nothing as he pulled Sango into an embrace, holding on to the last family he had.

End Chapter

R&R please!! I have midterms this week, so hopefully by next weekend the next chapter will be out, if not then before thd ofd of January.

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