DISCLAIMER: Nope, don't own Inuyasha. Just these silly little fanfics, which are all part of my ingenious plan to enslave all of humanity!! BWAHAHAH- I mean...uh...just pretend you didn't read that, k?

Ahhh....The fluffiness that is this fanfic....lol. Kawabashi, this one's for you!!

Key/Terms:

" ": talking

' ': thoughts

( ): A/N

italics: dream

Houshi-sama: In the Japanese version, this is what Sango calls Miroku. It translates to "priest". She calls him this because she thinks he doesn't deserve to be called by his name.

-sama: Suffix to show respect. Equivelent of Mr./Mrs. (or Lady/Lord)

Oyasumi: Good night

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"Houshi-sama!"

"Stay back, Sango!"

Sango ignored Shippou's warnings and continued running towards Miroku.

"Don't come any closer!" Miroku shouted, fear showing in his voice.

Inuyasha caught hold of Sango's arm, and it took him and Kagome to hold her back. They braced their feet against the ground, both to help hold Sango back and to keep themselves from getting pulled forward. Kilala would have helped as well, but she was too busy clutching Shippou's shirt collar in her mouth.

"Let me go!!" Sango screamed, turning back to look at them.

"You'll get sucked in too!" Kagome yelled over the noise.

"I don't care!!" Tears filled Sango's eyes and started pouring down her cheeks. She looked back at Miroku. His form was distorted now, and she could hardly see him. The wind all around him was causing the distortion. With one final jerk, Sango wrenched herself from Inuyasha's and Kagome's grasps and flung herself towards Miroku, only to find that she was too late and that he was gone, sucked into his own wind tunnel.

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"Houshi-sama!" Sango muttered as she sat up, breathing hard. She looked around, her breath coming in shuddering gasps. The fire was there. Kagome was in her sleeping bag, arms wrapped tightly around Shippou. Inuyasha was hidden somewhere in the branches of a tree. Miroku.....Where was Miroku?!

Sango stood up. Kilala(big form), whom Sango had been using for a pillow, woke up and opened one eye to look curiously at her.

Sango didn't even seem to notice as she looked frantically around. 'Where is he?!' she thought. 'That was just a dream.......Right?' Her breath caught in her throat. 'What if it wasn't?! What if Houshi-sama....'

A rustle in the bushes startled her and she turned quickly. Miroku stepped out of the trees, arms filled with firewood. He noticed Sango standing there, and she looked quite relieved about something. "Sango-sama? What are you doing awake? Are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine," Sango said, her voice shaky. She sat back down and leaned against Kilala, who immediately fell back asleep.

"Are you sure?" Miroku asked as he layed the wood by the fire. "You're quite pale, as if something has frightened you."

"It's alright, really," she said, closing her eyes. She could feel Miroku's eyes on her, so she pretended to be asleep. After a few minutes, she heard Miroku's robes rustling and figured that he was moving to his sleeping place against the tree. Well, he really was going to his sleeping place, but it wasn't against a tree.....

"Oyasumi, Sango," Miroku whispered. She felt his arms wrap around her, and all her fears drifted away. They'd always be together, no matter what.

"Oyasumi, Miroku," she muttered absently before drifting into sleep.

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The first time she used his real name.....Doesn't it make you feel all tingly inside? lol

I'll probably expand on this some day....maybe after my Naomi fic is done. I've been planning on writing a San/Mir fic for a while, so I know how a some of it's gonna be done. Oh well, all that can wait.

You're probably getting bored of my ranting, so just go ahead and hit that button that says "Review". ; )