Um. I don't own Inuyasha, blah di blah di blahCHEESE. Now with that taken
care of.^___^
All the pain the hanyou, Naraku caused was accounted for. That's the only thing that was on Miroku's mind these days. It was all behind him. His cursed had was now sealed and nothing was stopping him from living his life as he should. As a normal man. A man that would eventually settle down and have kids and.wait! This is Miroku we're talking about! Miroku was everything a monk shouldn't be. He was a lecher and a pervert, and he could never commit to just one girl....except maybe.her.
'Her,' to Miroku was Sango. Sango was everything. She was a strong, formidable opponent, and a beautiful young woman, yet after all he had done, he would never have a chance with her. It was all too late now, as he could never take back all those times his 'wandering hand' would caress places it should not.
With these thoughts lingering in his mind, the young houshi leaned against a rough tree. Houshi-sama.that's all he was to her, he was just that lecherous monk that every girl had to look out for. He wanted to change his ways, he wanted to change so much that it hurt. But he was raised like that, and no matter how hard he tried, he would always just be a pervert.
Miroku scowled. He hated this feeling, this feeling of not being content with himself. He was supposed to be happy! It was over! He wasn't supposed to be regretting things. This was all her fault! If she didn't point out his lecherous ways every other day, he wouldn't.no.no it's not her fault. How could her blame someone he loved that much?
Miroku knew his love was unrequited, but he would do anything to be with her. He let out a growl of frustration as his mind did back flips, however he was soon interrupted by.
"Houshi-sama?"
Short chapter with a cliffie.I'm so sorry, they'll never be short like this again! ;_; *Bows*
All the pain the hanyou, Naraku caused was accounted for. That's the only thing that was on Miroku's mind these days. It was all behind him. His cursed had was now sealed and nothing was stopping him from living his life as he should. As a normal man. A man that would eventually settle down and have kids and.wait! This is Miroku we're talking about! Miroku was everything a monk shouldn't be. He was a lecher and a pervert, and he could never commit to just one girl....except maybe.her.
'Her,' to Miroku was Sango. Sango was everything. She was a strong, formidable opponent, and a beautiful young woman, yet after all he had done, he would never have a chance with her. It was all too late now, as he could never take back all those times his 'wandering hand' would caress places it should not.
With these thoughts lingering in his mind, the young houshi leaned against a rough tree. Houshi-sama.that's all he was to her, he was just that lecherous monk that every girl had to look out for. He wanted to change his ways, he wanted to change so much that it hurt. But he was raised like that, and no matter how hard he tried, he would always just be a pervert.
Miroku scowled. He hated this feeling, this feeling of not being content with himself. He was supposed to be happy! It was over! He wasn't supposed to be regretting things. This was all her fault! If she didn't point out his lecherous ways every other day, he wouldn't.no.no it's not her fault. How could her blame someone he loved that much?
Miroku knew his love was unrequited, but he would do anything to be with her. He let out a growl of frustration as his mind did back flips, however he was soon interrupted by.
"Houshi-sama?"
Short chapter with a cliffie.I'm so sorry, they'll never be short like this again! ;_; *Bows*