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Both So Alone	By : elegyenigma Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1 Edit
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“Hup, two, three, four, hup,
two, three, four...”

The repeated chant woke Sango from
her slumber. She yawned, blinking awake, and not quickly, either.
She peered blindly out one of the windows. It was barely dawn. She
yawned again. The repeated chant came from outside. Curious, she
crawled over and glanced out of the doorway. Axaro and his four
comrades were outside doing aerobic exercises. They had their armor
on, still, as well as their helmets, which led Sango to believe
either they slept in their armor, or they just didn't sleep at all.

“Aaaand HUT.
Squad...dismissed.”

The four others replied in unison.
“Sir, yes sir.” With that, they straightened, saluted,
then broke off in different directions. Sango raised an eyebrow.
They were certainly a highly disciplined lot. She wondered what
system of government they followed under. The Japanese, in her time,
simply followed a local lord. Again, she wondered if they did the
same, and Axaro was their 'local' shogun...or the equivalent.

“Good morning, Sango,”
said Axaro. Sango snapped out of her ruminations and smiled at Axaro
as he approached, pulling off his helmet. “I'm sorry, I didn't
mean for our morning session to awake you. Even in unfamiliar and
possibly hostile territory, we must keep in shape and coordination.
Normally we're much louder to shake off the effects of sleep, but out
of politeness and manners...”

“Oh, no, it's ok. I rarely
sleep past this time of day anyway,” Sango half-lied. She WAS
an early-riser. Maybe not THIS early, but why say that? He had at
least tried to refrain from waking them. “You always do this?”

Axaro nodded, seating himself beside
her. “That we do. We have to stay in shape as well as always
being limbered up. We must constantly be ready for anything and
everything. ...And that goes especially for the situation we're in,”
he added, raising his eyebrows and dropping them quickly, glancing
around slowly. “I was curious. Your friend...she mentioned
something about finding some sort of shards of a jewel that were of a
great deal of importance to your group.”

“Yes. The Shikon Jewel. It
has immeasurable power...one shard is enough to make any demon that
much faster.”

Axaro slowly nodded. “I see.
I'm not one to believe much in magic and fairy tales but, after
yesterday, well, what I believe in apparently doesn't really have
much bearing against reality.”

Sango grinned. “What, you
don't have this kind of thing happen in your time?”

“Huh. If only,” he said
sarcastically. “So...how much of this jewel do you have left
to complete?”

“All of it.”

“Huh?”

Sango looked at him. “Naraku
has pretty much every shard...except one.”

Axaro stared. “...That's the
guy y'all are hunting, right?”

“Yes.”

“...So...he's almost to his
goal of completing this omnipotent jewel that can pretty much grant
someone's wish, no matter how wild it may be. ...Meaning if he
wishes on this thing that he wants to rule the world, well, then, he
rules the world.”

“That's pretty much it.”

“And becomes all powerful.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Axaro thought about this a moment.

“We're only five-hundred years
in the past from my time...if Naraku takes over using this
jewel...it's plausible to say he can spread to the other countries of
the world as well and consume them all...it could have similar
consequences to my time as well.”

“I...guess.”

Axaro shook his head slightly. “No,
I was just thinking out loud. ...Ok...it'd be irresponsible for me
to say that this isn't my problem...because now that I see it from
that perspective...it sure looks like it is.”

“So you'll definitely help,
then?” Sango asked in mild surprise. “But what about
getting back to your time?”

“It's not for another
five-hundred years,” Ax replied with a grin.

“Well if you insist.”

“Hang on a second.”

Axaro reached one hand to the elbow
plating of one arm, fiddling with it a moment before, with a
pneumatic hiss, it slid off from the rest of the armor. He followed
suited with the other arm platings, starting with his arms, then his
torso, legs, and the metal boots. Sango watched with interest.
Underneath, he wore a type of a soft-armored vest and green pants
that seemed to have strange black patterns on them. Carefully, Axaro
set the various pieces of his armor down next to him in an orderly
fashion before stretching slowly, lips parting in a yawn before being
covered by his mouth.

“Ahh...that's much better.
Granted, these suits protect us from danger and harm, but they can
become uncomfortable. Gonna have to let the hydrostatic gel recycle
before I put it back on.”

Sango just blinked, not understanding
what he meant. The next words that came from his mouth jolted her a
bit.

“So, the monk...Miroku...he
your lover?”

“Miroku?
Oh...well...I...guess, that, yes, he is...um...”

Axaro raised his eyebrows, glancing
at her. She looked a mix of embarrassed and...confused, even. He
got the impression it was a relationship with issues.

“Meaning?” he asked,
curious.

“...I mean...I...I love
him...and...he says he loves me.”

“...Okay. Go on.”

Sango blushed a bit brighter and
looked around, as if searching for an excuse to NOT go on. She
licked her lips, sighed, and shrugged.

“I don't know whether or not
to, well...trust him.”

Axaro thought about this statement a
few moments. He'd heard this story before. Relationships like this
did not often last, either. “You mean, he's untrustworthy,
or...?”

“He's always...flirting with
other women...” Sango mumbled, looking at the grass between her
legs. “He's always flirting with them and touching them and
asking them to bear his children...”

Axaro raised his eyebrows. One
thought passed his mind...

“Why on earth haven't you
dumped him yet??”

“I...well...I love
him...but...”

Axaro sighed softly and leaned back
against the wooden side of the hut.

“Sango, I'm not going to really
try to butt into matters not of my concern. But this much is
certain. This is likely a relationship that will not end well.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know guys like him. Like
I've said before. Even though the one I knew is dead, he couldn't
hold relationships very long. Some guys aren't meant to love. But
don't take my word for it. Mainly because I could be wrong.”

Axaro stood slowly and stretched,
looking at Sango, who now looked troubled and somewhat confused,
still.

“One thing we've all learned,
Sango, is to listen to one voice and one voice only.”

Sango looked up. Axaro put a hand
over his heart and patted his chest once.

“This one. Cuz it's never
wrong.” He smiled, then turned and moved off towards his men,
who were all stripping off their armor as well. Sango watched him,
sighed, and glanced to the side, thinking. His words had hit the
mark. Simplistic and obvious as anything but by the gods he had hit
it home.

The thing that disturbed her was that
she had been feeling doubt ever since the one encounter they'd had
with that...WOMAN, who had claimed Miroku had...had taken her. While
she had been lying, it still opened Sango's mind to questions that
she didn't want answered.

But now...put into such easy
perspective...

Kirara mewled softly as she trotted
up next to Sango and sat back on her hind legs, purring softly and
staring at Sango inquisitively. Sango closed her eyes, biting on her
lower lip softly.

“...What do I do, Kirara?...”

“Mouwww!”

'Well put,' thought Sango, as she
stood slowly, smiling at Kirara. She turned and brushed aside the
tatami screen-door, looking inside. Kagome, Shippou, and Inuyasha
were still asleep. Miroku, however, was nowhere to be found. Sango
frowned softly, then looked at Inuyasha and Kagome. They had grown
extremely close recently. She'd known they were in love for a
while...but now it was become FAR more obvious. For example, at this
moment, Kagome and Inuyasha were spooning in their sleep, Inuyasha's
hands resting on her stomach, their cheeks nuzzled together. For
some reason Sango wasn't quite sure of, she felt envious...and even
more confusing to her...she felt distressed...saddened. She actually
felt tears well up, but she didn't understand why exactly those tears
were rising unbidden to her eyes. She turned and left them alone,
pressing her hand to her chest and resting her chin on top of her
knuckles, walking blindly in a direction away from the hut,
thinking...

Two weeks ago, in the village near
the ocean, a great distance from here, Miroku offering their
'protective services' to a beautiful woman...with perhaps a bit TOO
much charm...the way he had stared at her...not just her
face...but...her butt, her chest, her legs...she had seen his hands
flexing faintly whenever the girl was near...Sango had thought
nothing of it...but now...

And then...he had sneaked off in the
middle of the night, heading for the girl's room, claiming to have
sensed something was wrong. He had come back a few moments later and
informed her that a demon was attempting to possess her, and that he
would perform an exorcism. ...Sango had taken the moans that had
lasted deep into the night as just...

But...but now...

Sango shook her head. “No! He
wouldn't do that! He may be a lecher, but he confessed to me that I
was the only one he ever loved! He wouldn't say something like that
and then just throw it away! He...he wouldn't! I...”

“Sango, are you ok?”

Sango yelped and whirled as a hand
descended softly upon her shoulder, but she relaxed when she saw it
was only Miroku. She sighed and smiled.

“Oh, Miroku, it's you...I was
just...”

“Yes, me too. I find the
mornings are quite enjoyable to stay awake for,” Miroku said,
smiling innocently.

...Too innocently... Sango stared at
him a moment...he had never been one to rise THIS early.

“Oh, yes, I was, uh, doing the
same...I mean, going for a walk, that is.”

Miroku smiled. “Ahh, I see.
Mind if I join along?”

“No, not at all!”

Quietly, Miroku fell into step
besides Sango. Both were silent for a few moments as they walked. A
strangely awkward silence it was, too. Sango opened her mouth, but
Miroku sighed, speaking first.

“Sango, I have something...I
must tell you.”

Sango stopped dead. “...What
is it?” she asked, eyes staring at Miroku and slightly widened.
Miroku did not return her gaze.

“Sango, I...I have to
confess...I...I have been exercising...infidelity in our
relationship...”

“What...what do you mean?”
Sango asked, though the cold wave of...fear? It raced down her
spine, leaving her feeling cold despite the warm summer air.

Miroku struggled to find the right
words but they wouldn't come. He frowned, then looked at her.

“Sango, I...I didn't perform an
exorcism on that woman at that village...”

“You...didn't...?”

“No...I...I bedded her...”
Miroku said softly, closing his eyes. “I'm sorry, Sango...I
couldn't bring myself to hide it from you... You...you don't deserve
that...”

Sango was silent. She could only
stare at Miroku. She felt like her entire world had just come
crashing in on her. 'How could this be?' she thought. 'He
said...that he loved me...I loved him back...how could he...?'

“I...but...I don't...”

“Sango...”

Sango's vision blurred as tears
clouded it. She couldn't look at him any longer...she couldn't be
near him any longer...she had to get away from him! She turned to
run, but Miroku grabbed her arm.

“Sango-!”

“Don't touch me!”
SMACK!! Her hand collided with his face, hard. Miroku, stunned,
released her. Sango turned and fled.

“Wait, Sango!” Miroku
called after her, but she was gone, out of reach, running. Miroku
clenched his teeth.

“...Dammit...what have I
done...?” he asked himself, shutting his eyes and clenching his
hands into fists. He had given in to temptation one time too
many...and now...he was pretty sure he had just lost the only woman
he had loved who had loved him back.

“SANGO!!”

Sango, sobbing, kept running. She
ran for three minutes, before she tripped and fell to the ground.
Still sobbing, she didn't pick herself up, just cried into the grass,
tears spilling from her eyes onto her cheeks and onto the ground.

“Why?! Why did he do this to
me?!” she wept, finally sitting up and covering her face with
one hand, crying freely into it, body shaking with her sobs. They
were uncontrollable and flowed as freely as a river, and she didn't
even try to conceal her sorrow. She felt betrayed, even more so than
when her brother Kohaku, under a spell from Naraku, had slain her
family and friends, than when Naraku had tricked her into attacking
Inuyasha by convincing her it was Inuyasha who had destroyed her
village when it had, in fact, been Naraku himself. She felt more
deceived than she ever had in her life. Her heart...it felt like it
had been torn apart. She felt a violent clenching in her stomach,
and she felt like she was going to vomit. She leaned forward, still
sobbing, in case she did. It was then that she heard another voice
that had only recently become something familiar.

“That...didn't go well, did
it?”

Sango turned slowly, hiccuping on her
sobs, blurry vision recognizing Axaro as he took another step closer
and knelt next to her, a frown creasing his sharp features.

“Y-you...s-s-saw it?”

“After I gave my squad their
orders for the next hour, I went to check on you, but you were gone.
I tracked you down and found you and Miroku talking. I heard some
words, though not many. Enough to get the gist, though...”

“He...h-he b-betrayed
m-m-me...h-how could h-he d-do that...I l-loved hi-him...why did h-he
do it?!” Sango asked, hoping that maybe he could answer this
unanswerable question, though she knew he couldn't. However, he
surprised her.

“Men do stupid things...women,
too, but mostly men,” Axaro said, still kneeling next to her.
His long white hair was tied back behind his head, a few strands
loose over his face. As ever, he radiated a sort of assuring calm.
She still felt hurt...but somehow, his presence was helping her
settle down a little bit. Maybe that was why the four he had come
with respected him so much.

“Miroku strikes me as the kind
of man who is a bit more than lecherous. He's strong-willed, but he
gives in to temptation far too easily, and when opportunity is
presented, he pounces on it...literally. There are many men like
that, sadly. It could be said it's no fault of their own, but I
believe humans DO have the innate ability to override their most
primal of instincts and functions, with the right amount of
determination, strength, and resistance. I also think Miroku does
not have what is necessary to resist.”

“S-so...he...he just...gave
in...didn't think about what we have...had...and just...g-gave in?”

“...Sadly...yes.”

Sango dissolved into a fresh bout of
sobs, hugging her arms to herself, eyes clenched tightly shut.

“I...I loved him...h-he...he
said...he loved me...why...?! I never...I never did...anything...to
d-deserve this...!”

Axaro was silent. He rested a hand
on her shoulder. Sango didn't pull away. Instead, she turned and,
as a woman in distress, no matter how strong of will they may be,
will do, flung her arms around Axaro and held to him like she was in
the middle of the ocean and drowning and he was a life preserver.
Axaro jerked a bit, momentarily startled, but he didn't pull away,
fully understanding what was going on. She was hurt and she needed
comfort. Another primal instinct, that like others, could be
suppressed...but this was one of those cases where suppression of it
was not a good idea. Slowly, somewhat uneasily, Axaro draped an arm
around her, to which Sango replied by only holding to him tighter.

“I-I'm sorry...” she
sobbed into his shoulder. “B-but...please...just...don't
leave...”

“I...I won't,” Axaro
said, again with some mild awkwardness but holding to what he said,
frowning. 'Well,' he thought to himself, 'I've gone and been
transported from 2033AD, to 1500AD in the middle of Feudal Japan, and
right smack dab into a relationship-drama. Never get a break, do I?
...Poor girl.'

For a few more minutes, Sango clung
and cried, until finally she began to calm down. Sniffing once, she
slowly pulled away, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her kimono.

“I...I'm
sorry...usually...usually I'm more in control of my emotions than
that...and now your...now your shirt or whatever it is is soaked in
tears...” she said, smiling weakly. Axaro chuckled softly and
shrugged.

“It's fine, it'll dry out. Are
you ok, at least?”

Sango shook her head, sniffing again.
“No...how...how will I be able to face him after...after
finding this out about him? He...he slept with another woman!”
she said, sorrow and heartbreak now beginning to dissolve into anger.
“He said he loved me! He made love together, and then he
turns and sleeps with some GIRL he doesn't even know!”

Axaro just sat there, glancing to the
side. 'Oh boy,' he thought. 'This'll get ugly, no doubt...'

It didn't last. Sango, who had drawn
herself up slightly in this moment of righteous fury, collapsed
again, falling back into her depressed slump.

“...And I loved him...”

“...My advice has been good
thus far,” Ax said dryly. “I'd suggest this...don't bear
a grudge against him...forgive him, and make up.”

Sango looked up at him as if he had
just called her a shit-faced whore, though not with the hatred or the
slap that would follow, but certainly with the unbelieving stare of
one who has just heard blasphemy.

“FORGIVE HIM?! After he-!”

“I know what he did. But you
must forgive him. You cannot stay angry at him. Perhaps you cannot
love him again, but you need to forgive him. If you hate him...it'll
make things very difficult for you two in your travels. And you
cannot go your own separate ways. If what you have all told me is
true, this is not a time when it is safe to wander alone.”

“But-”

“Trust me. Do not feel hatred
or anger towards him. Just pity. Pity him because he'll never
really be able to find true love...only lust. He'll never be able to
find someone he'll be eternally happy with. Forgive him, pity him,
and move on. It's all you can do if you want things to end with
minimal damage.”

Sango stared at him. She didn't want
to admit it...not in this instance...but she knew he was speaking the
truth... Finally, she sighed, her shoulders slumping again
completely.

“Very...very well...but...can
you help me when I tell him this...? That...I forgive him...and that
we should just...be friends...?”

Ax shook his head with a smile.
“Nope. I'm a leader. I tell my troops what to do and how to
do it. But it's up to THEM to execute the orders and instructions
I've given them. At that point, I can only support, not do it for
them. Warriors only become stronger through experience, not by
having their leaders do everything for them. And you and me are both
warriors.”

Sango looked up at him. He smiled.
“Now...let's head back. If Miroku is there, you can kill that
bird with one quick stone throw. If not...well, then, you can wait.”

“...I thought you said not to
feel anger?”

“...Oh, the killing-the-bird
thing? No, that's just a figure of speech. Now, come on,” he
said, standing slowly, taking her hand and helping her up. She
smiled, falling into step behind him. She still felt hurt, and she
was scared now...this was something she'd never been trained to
do...but...she at least felt like she had someone who could help her
maybe get through this. And Kagome would likely lend a shoulder.
She'd get through this...she would. She knew it. Like Axaro had
said...she was a warrior. And what didn't kill her would make her
stronger.

Ok, that's it for chapter two, was
experimenting a bit with this. It's difficult to both keep everyone
in character AND display emotions they're not commonly given to
showing. Anyhow. Look for chapter 3 soon.

PS, Kagome/Inuyasha smut soon! :P
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