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The Memory I Can't Forget Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Someone else does. That sucks. I wanna own Sesshomaru!Summary: Sango can't forget the day her village was slaughtered. I'm not sure why I wrote this. I guess it was just boredom and that I need to do something else besides humor. But I'm warning you, I'm not very good with angst fics so be nice, okay? Also, in the flashbacks, some parts are from the anime and the others are things I just made up. I think that's all I have to tell you. ================ In the past, whenever something bad happened to me, I was able to forget overtime. But this memory is one I can never forget. I remember it as though it were happening again right before my eyes. I dream about it every night and wake up in a cold sweat, sometimes with tears on my face, with Kilala looking up at me, a look of concern on her face and in her eyes. Just thinking about it makes my stomach twist and my eyes water, but I somehow manage to stay strong. When my friends sense something's wrong with me, I tell them it's nothing but when Kilala does, I tell her everything. Sometimes I wrap my arms around her neck and cry into the soft fur there when she's transformed. I wish she never has to see me like that. Kilala never shows her sadness, but I know that deep down she's really hurt. Underneath that ferocious beast is a little kitten, confused and wishing she knew what was going on, wondering why her family is on the bloody ground, motionless. I'll tell you about that memory. I watched them die. One by one they fell. My comrades, my father, and...my brother. Kohaku... I can never forget that day... We had been asked to slay a demon at a young lord's castle. It was Hohaku's first time slaying a demon. "Are you afraid, Kohaku?" I asked him as we made our way to the castle. "Me? Scared? What are you, crazy?" He asked and laughed nervously. I could see in his eyes that he was scared, but he didn't want me to know, so I didn't push him. We slain the demon without hassle and I was very proud of Kohaku for doing so well his first time. I smiled at my little brother. "You did well, Kohaku. I've never been more proud of you." "Oh, it was nothing." Kohaku said, hiding the blush on his face. I chuckled a bit and turned around to talk to Father and ask him if he thought Kohaku did as well as I think he did. But then... "AH!" One of my comrades screamed. I turned around and saw Kohaku pulling his weapon back to him, covered in blood. The same crimson liquid dripped from my comrade's throat as he fell to the ground, dead. Kohaku swung his weapon again and again. "Kohaku, stop!" I yelled. He didn't listen. Kohaku quickly killed off the rest of our comrades, even our own father. I gasped when I saw Father fall to the ground. "Father..." ...Kohaku killed everyone except for me. Kohaku turned to me and pulled out his sword. "Kohaku...please, don't do it." I said, taking a step back. Kohaku ran towards me with his sword raised. I pulled out mine and blocked his swing with it. "Why do you do this, Kohaku?" He didn't answer, just stared at me with emotionless eyes. He attacked me next, but I blocked his attack. I noticed a spider web coming from his neck and followed it with my gaze until I saw where it was coming from. It was coming from the lord's father. I saw a spider web coming from Kohaku's neck to the lord's father and I knew that's what was making him act like this, so I did what I had to do: I attacked the lord's father. "You're dead!" I cried as I rushed toward the lord's father. A few of his men tried to stop me, but I knocked them out of the way with my Hiraikotsu. I was just a few feet away from the lord's father when I felt a sharp pain in my back. I staggered forward a few more steps, then looked over my shoulder at Kohaku. But Kohaku attacked me before I could reach him. Kohaku's eyes were back to normal, but now held sadness, guilt, and confusion. It hurt me to see those emotions in my little brother's eyes. Kohaku took off his poison shielding mask. "Oh, Sango, what have I done?" He ran towards me again, not to attack me but embrace me. "No! Sango!" When I looked into his eyes a second time, they were the eyes I remember, only they filled with hurt. Kohaku ran to me, but the men... Kohaku cried out when the arrows fired by the men pierced his skin and knocked him back. I gasped, wondering how those men could do something so horrible to a child. Didn't they realize he was being controlled or were they helping the lord's father? ...struck him with their arrows. I limped over to Kohaku and got on my knees beside him. He began to cry. "Help me, Sango. I'm so afraid." I wrapped my arms around his neck and embraced him. "It's okay. I'm here." And I was struck as well. I too cried out when a bunch of arrows hit me in the back. That was the last thing I remembered before the world turned black. It hurts me so much to think about it, but it makes me feel worse when I think of how Naraku is controlling Kohaku. If only I could break him free of Naraku's grip... Damn that Naraku. Don't worry, Kohaku. I promise I'll set you free. You'll have your memories back and we can be brother and sister again. I won't rest until I free you. But until then, remember your big sister will always love you no matter what you do. ================ Hope you enjoyed that. Like I said, I'm not very good at angst fics so don't flame me harshly. Converting /tmp/phpRHgL2f to /dev/stdout
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