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Water cascaded down the slope, crashing to the craggy rocks below. Foam and water vapor collected near the bottom, swirling in the wind. All other sounds were drowned out by the roaring waterfall. A lone figure stood by the bank of the river. The wind pushed up against this person’s back, trying to topple the figure over the edge. Sobs were coming from this person’s throat, sobs of unspeakable torture and anguish. The waterfall roared on, the sobs falling upon empty air and being swallowed by the overpowering sound of the water as it spilled over the edge. The person gazed down at the rocks below, and considered jumping. There was nothing to life for and everything had stopped being important in that one fateful moment. The one thing that could’ve possibly make this person happy was gone forever; all that was left was a body no longer willing to go on.
There had been moments when, despite everything suffered, this lonely person had forced the body to press on. But the spirit that had given the person strength was gone, and not even the hope that once drove the person onward could be rekindled. To be separated from the one this person loved more than anyone...
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Things could have been different if only Naraku hadn’t attacked a priest fifty years ago. But alas, it was no good to dwell on “if onlys”; it didn’t change anything, it didn’t help anything. All it did was to sink him further into despair. His future was definite: it loomed up before him like a terrifying monster, reaching out its cold hands to claim him. The hours and days he spent only prolonged the inevitable, and only drew those cold hands closer. There was no use lying to him about what was to happen, so he was given the truth. There were times he wished that he could stop everything, to prevent it, but there was only one cure and he hadn’t the strength to get it.
When he was a small boy he had watched his father die. The incident had disturbed him so greatly that for a long time he spoke to no one, reliving the horror over and over in his dreams. Even now, his ears rang with the painful shrieks his father had uttered as his body was destroyed by the curse. He often thought of it at night: the nightmares plagued him still, many years after his father had died. Sometimes, when his friends were asleep, he would sit awake at night weeping over the...
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The snow fell from the sky, and landed lightly on sangos black overcoat. sango and miroku were sitting on the balcany looking
into the clouds. "Miroku, you will love me nomatter what right?" asked sango concerned. "Sango!...
yes, of course i will always love you, I wouldnt have married you if i didnt!"
miroku said assuringly. "How would you feel if you were a dad?"sango said now looking at the
snow falling down. "I would be thrilled,
i always asked you if you would bear my child-" miroku got cut off "Not child, children...
you asked me to bear your children" sango interjected.
"Sango now way! this isnt an early... or late april fools day trick right?" "No, its
really happening.your gonna be a father." sango said with tears of glee running down her face.
"When will we tell the others?" miroku asked. "Christmas day... and YOUR telling them!" sango
Comanded. Sango grabbed mirokus red sweater and pulled him into a soft loving kiss.
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