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'Is the pain really worth it?' The monk mused silently, his violet gaze crawling across her sleeping figure. 'Is it really worth the anger she feels when I do what I do? Kami I love her, but after how I treat her, how I disgrace her, there's no way she could feel the same. Why must I be so stupid?'
'Now that I finally see it, I cannot change. I'm trapped. If I stop after so long, what would her reaction be? I doubt it would be favorable. This is a situation. If I want her to care, I must change. But I cannot change, because one cannot change themselves. It is unethical. It simply cannot be done.' With a sigh, the houshi closed his eyes. 'Perhaps I should tell her I love her. Finally tell her the truth. But what would she think? Would she believe it to be some ploy, to gain her trust, and make her bear a son for me? I have sinned far to much. And finally I see how it will haunt me..' Shaking his head, Miroku glanced up, a flicker of surprise alighting upon his features, as the staring taijiya quickly turned her head, a flush traced upon her face.
Blinking, Miroku glanced to the sky, to watch day inch upon them. Pastel pinks and golds painted the clouds, though the sky still resembled charcoal. A smile graced the houshis features. "A new beginning. So easily is the cloak of darkness shed from the world, to be replaced with a bright new start. In so simple natures gesture as the sunrise is all pain erased from the day prior, and with dawn is the dawn of a fresh start." Sango again was watching him, looking delighted with his words. 'It is ironic, really. The break of dawn. How it casts away it's troubles, and begins fresh, as nothing else can..'
Grinning, he turned to meet her gaze, and she watched him a bit longer, before turning back to the sky. "That was lovely.." She murmured, glancing at him from the corner of her lively almond pools, that could so easily melt his heart.
"The sunrise?" Miroku was lost in a world of his own, slowly coming back to reality, when he realized his error, though made no move to correct himself, sure she would for him.
"Baka. I meant what you said. Did you make it up just then?" She rolled her eyes, but the brief agitation was quickly destroyed, as she turned again toward him.
"Oh..Hai, I did. I'm glad you liked it." Silence collapsed upon them, and Sango turned her gaze heaven-ward once more. The sun slowly gained altitude, the earlier navy of the sky washed away, its place stolen by a sluggish stain of baby blue that could rarely be found elsewhere. The silence neither of them felt inclined to break, because neither noticed, or if they did, made no indication of such. The tranquility of the morning had spread across them like a blanket, and they both wanted not to disrupt it much.
"Would you care to join me?" Sango asked, prying her eyes from the banner of color that had been fading far from rapidly. Miroku smiled, and stood slowly, taking a place at her side. Her glance remained briefly upon him, before it trailed once more across the clouds.
'A rare moment is this, when she accepts my company, without acknowledging the possibility of a wandering hand.' Both were consumed by the beauty around them, and their own thoughts, as well as the bliss of the others company. Silence fell again around them, though it wasn't unwelcome. Both were lost in the depths of the sky, as well as the interminable space in their minds, to care to break it.
'Perhaps I should tell her now. It is as good a time as any, better in fact then some. And it is said there is no time like the present. Even so, how will she react? There is the chance she feels differently. Is it worth risking our friendship for? I suppose in a respect it is. I will tell her.'
Sighing softly, Mirokus gaze settled upon Sango. She frowned, having heard the soft sound, and looked at him again, concern plainly laid out upon her face. "Is something the matter?"
"I have to tell you something, Sango. You see I--"
His words were cut short, as a hissing surrounded them. Into the clearing strode a youkai, one transformed to resemble the ningen folk. It bore arrows and bow in its hands. "Give to me any shards of the Shikon no Tama you possess.."
Sango glared, agitated by the appearance, and the interruption. We have no shards, so leave us be, if you value your life." Houshi and Taijiya were both quickly upon their feet, hiraikotsu and shakujou held ready for attack.
A sneer built upon the youkais face, and he knocked the arrow, turning to Sango. "A wench like you should learn to mind manners, given you live." The arrow was drawn back, and promptly fired.
"Sango!" His eyes wide, Miroku pushed Sango out of the line of fire, the arrow plunging into his chest, the head poking from his back, stained from silver to crimson with his blood. Giving a choked cry, he stumbled backward, landing in a kneel, his sides heaving heavily, both hands fixed upon the arrows shaft. His head bowed forward, his hair veiling his face, as he panted for breath, blood spilling already, though the arrow remained.
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It will be a happy fic, I assure you. A complete Mir/San. Please review.
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'Is the pain really worth it?' The monk mused silently, his violet gaze crawling across her sleeping figure. 'Is it really worth the anger she feels when I do what I do? Kami I love her, but after how I treat her, how I disgrace her, there's no way she could feel the same. Why must I be so stupid?'
'Now that I finally see it, I cannot change. I'm trapped. If I stop after so long, what would her reaction be? I doubt it would be favorable. This is a situation. If I want her to care, I must change. But I cannot change, because one cannot change themselves. It is unethical. It simply cannot be done.' With a sigh, the houshi closed his eyes. 'Perhaps I should tell her I love her. Finally tell her the truth. But what would she think? Would she believe it to be some ploy, to gain her trust, and make her bear a son for me? I have sinned far to much. And finally I see how it will haunt me..' Shaking his head, Miroku glanced up, a flicker of surprise alighting upon his features, as the staring taijiya quickly turned her head, a flush traced upon her face.
Blinking, Miroku glanced to the sky, to watch day inch upon them. Pastel pinks and golds painted the clouds, though the sky still resembled charcoal. A smile graced the houshis features. "A new beginning. So easily is the cloak of darkness shed from the world, to be replaced with a bright new start. In so simple natures gesture as the sunrise is all pain erased from the day prior, and with dawn is the dawn of a fresh start." Sango again was watching him, looking delighted with his words. 'It is ironic, really. The break of dawn. How it casts away it's troubles, and begins fresh, as nothing else can..'
Grinning, he turned to meet her gaze, and she watched him a bit longer, before turning back to the sky. "That was lovely.." She murmured, glancing at him from the corner of her lively almond pools, that could so easily melt his heart.
"The sunrise?" Miroku was lost in a world of his own, slowly coming back to reality, when he realized his error, though made no move to correct himself, sure she would for him.
"Baka. I meant what you said. Did you make it up just then?" She rolled her eyes, but the brief agitation was quickly destroyed, as she turned again toward him.
"Oh..Hai, I did. I'm glad you liked it." Silence collapsed upon them, and Sango turned her gaze heaven-ward once more. The sun slowly gained altitude, the earlier navy of the sky washed away, its place stolen by a sluggish stain of baby blue that could rarely be found elsewhere. The silence neither of them felt inclined to break, because neither noticed, or if they did, made no indication of such. The tranquility of the morning had spread across them like a blanket, and they both wanted not to disrupt it much.
"Would you care to join me?" Sango asked, prying her eyes from the banner of color that had been fading far from rapidly. Miroku smiled, and stood slowly, taking a place at her side. Her glance remained briefly upon him, before it trailed once more across the clouds.
'A rare moment is this, when she accepts my company, without acknowledging the possibility of a wandering hand.' Both were consumed by the beauty around them, and their own thoughts, as well as the bliss of the others company. Silence fell again around them, though it wasn't unwelcome. Both were lost in the depths of the sky, as well as the interminable space in their minds, to care to break it.
'Perhaps I should tell her now. It is as good a time as any, better in fact then some. And it is said there is no time like the present. Even so, how will she react? There is the chance she feels differently. Is it worth risking our friendship for? I suppose in a respect it is. I will tell her.'
Sighing softly, Mirokus gaze settled upon Sango. She frowned, having heard the soft sound, and looked at him again, concern plainly laid out upon her face. "Is something the matter?"
"I have to tell you something, Sango. You see I--"
His words were cut short, as a hissing surrounded them. Into the clearing strode a youkai, one transformed to resemble the ningen folk. It bore arrows and bow in its hands. "Give to me any shards of the Shikon no Tama you possess.."
Sango glared, agitated by the appearance, and the interruption. We have no shards, so leave us be, if you value your life." Houshi and Taijiya were both quickly upon their feet, hiraikotsu and shakujou held ready for attack.
A sneer built upon the youkais face, and he knocked the arrow, turning to Sango. "A wench like you should learn to mind manners, given you live." The arrow was drawn back, and promptly fired.
"Sango!" His eyes wide, Miroku pushed Sango out of the line of fire, the arrow plunging into his chest, the head poking from his back, stained from silver to crimson with his blood. Giving a choked cry, he stumbled backward, landing in a kneel, his sides heaving heavily, both hands fixed upon the arrows shaft. His head bowed forward, his hair veiling his face, as he panted for breath, blood spilling already, though the arrow remained.
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It will be a happy fic, I assure you. A complete Mir/San. Please review.