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Author's Pre-story Ramble: Due to favorable reviews of my experiment story, Troublesome, I decided to write a short story about Miroku and Sango. They make a lovely couple, don't they? I hope you enjoy the story!
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The cost to destroy Naraku had been hideous. Sango closed her eyes, and in the depths of her concious mind, she saw the characters of her friend's names as well as the villagers she knew floating in a pool of clotting blood. On the riverbank she sat, her feet immersed in the cool water, remembering the good times she spent with them. The memories had the bitter taste of loss tainting them, however, no matter how she tried. Her memory of Inuyasha and Kagome holding each other close one special night was ruined by the image of the hanyou when he was gasping for his last breaths. A few tears slipped down her cheeks as unbidden memories of death rose: Kohaku torn asunder; Inuyasha dying as Kagome destroyed Naraku with a final, purifying arrow; Jaken as he took the killing blow meant for Rin; and even Kikyo and Kirara as they tried to bring the evil monster down with the rest of the troup. She hugged her arms to herself, trying to banish the scenes that stayed fixed in her vision even with her eyes open.
Strong arms wrapped around her, however, as she began to cry harder. "Did you miss me?" a rich, soft voice whispered in her ear. The comforting tone and arms made her melt into the embrace. She did not answer, but Miroku knew she had. Whenever he left for any long period of time, he always returned to find her in tears. "Please don't cry, I'm here," he said soothingly, allowing her to bury her face into his shoulder and clutch him tightly.
"I miss them!" she cried. "I miss them so much! I keep seeing them dead before my eyes!"
Rocking her back and forth, Miroku held her closer until she calmed down enough to stop sobbing. "I know. I see them, too. But my heart, this pain we feel will lessen. In time, we will be able to recall those happy moments without this agony. Now, however, is the time to grieve. We lost our friends, it is right and proper that we express our grief."
"It hurts so much," she said, sniffing.
Her eyes were red-rimmed and welling with tears, and Miroku saw nothing but beauty in her. "No matter her looks, Inuyasha, I would have loved her anyways. She is Sango, and nothing will ever ruin her loveliness," he had told his friend. Inuyasha had immediately ridiculed him for a mush-brained, lovelorn hound dog, but Miroku did not miss the look in the hanyou's eyes that spoke the same thing of his own love interest. He held her close, and cried with her until they could cry no more.
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Author's Post-story Ramble: O.O I really didn't mean to write it like that. No, seriously! It just came out like that for some reason unbeknowst to me...Anyways, please review and tell me what you think!