Sango/Miroku "It's Past Midnight and I Can't Sleep"
Rustle rustle. What was that? Miroku sat straight up, his hand on his staff as a strange noise woke him. Nothing. Just the wind in the trees. He sighed. The past few weeks had been all nerves for him; the closer they got to Naraku, the more he pulled them around, making him wonder if they were ever actually any closer than they had been at the start.
Laying back, Miroku tried to fall back asleep, troubled by thoughts of his impending death. He knew it was coming soon; and he'd only made it worse by questing with Kagome and the others. But he also knew he'd do it all again a million times over. Not only was this a noble quest worth dying for, but it had led him to Sango. He'd have never met her on his own, and he was grateful that in his short, cursed life, he was allowed this happiness.
Even if she does probably despise me. He thought with a sigh. He'd lived so much of his life as the lecherous monk, who just wanted to leave a mark on this world, that he was finding it excruciatingly difficult to reform. He wanted to, gods he did. He wanted to for her. He wanted to be able to stand at her side and have her look at him the way he longed to look at her.
If he couldn't change, his dream would never be a reality. And the odds of that happening within his limited time frame were slim. He had just managed to drift off when he heard another sound. Not a rustle. These were footsteps. Miroku reached for his staff, prepared to take on whoever approached. To his surprise, he saw Sango coming towards him.
"Sango?" He whispered, confused. She took his confusion as sleep, and he could just barely make out a blush on her cheeks from the dying fire.
"Did I wake you?" She whispered back. Miroku sat up straighter.
"No, not at all. What's wrong?" He asked, scooting over to give her room to sit next to him on his bedroll. She sat down, sitting uncomfortably stiffly.
"It's just….I'm worried." She took a breath and gained steam. "Worried that we won't be able to get enough jewel shards, worried that Kagome won't be able to purify them, worried that someone will get hurt, worried that we won't be able to defeat him, worried that-" She broke off abruptly and buried her face in her hands. Miroku could hear the muffled crying.
Subconsciously, he began rubbing her back and whispering comfort. he finished her sentence quietly. "Worried that you won't be able to save Kohaku?" Sango sobbed out a yes. "Don't worry. I know you, and I know what you can do. You will save him; I know you will." For once, Miroku didn't feel the urge to feel her up.
He just wanted to be with her.
Hey guys! I really like this ship… I feel like when it comes down to it, Miroku is actually capable of being serious, or Sango wouldn't be able to tolerate him. Anyways,
-maka