My Feelings
By: Sango
Another day another youkai destroyed, that used to be how I thought. But now my life has changed so quickly, so drastically. I'll admit I'm not the most feminine girl, but I still am one. I hurt (more often than not) and love like anyone, though I supposed I owe my feelings to a lecherous monk Miroku.
Ah, yes, Miroku. It's funny he'll make me sad, happy, and mad all in an instant! Once he said "I ask every new girl I meet if she'll bear my children."
"Every girl but one," I had replied sadly. Instantly he took my hands in his my heart rose.
"Sango will you do me the honor of be—" I basically interrupted him and told him to forget it! Like I said, sad, happy, mad, though not necessarily in that order. His hand will always be a problem. He'll become sweet and kind, then just when I'm about to swoon he'll grope me and I'll smack him, baka! It's not like he doesn't know I won't like it, I have made it clear.
Okay, so I am still her and even after groping me, chasing other women and other lecherous activity, I still like him. Sad, but true. I stay because we are all after Naraku; okay, well, that is part of the reason. The rest is friendship with Inuyasha, Kagome and Shippo. But what about Miroku . . . of course we're friends . . . yet is there something more? Miroku and I talked a lot but mostly about Inuyasha and Kagome. There was one time he convinced me to stay when I wanted to leave them all. He has saved my life plenty of times, and I have done the same. Miroku and I are a team, side by side fighters now and forever.
Now, though, it is nighttime, for once Miroku is asleep before me. I look on as the firelight illuminates his face. He looks so innocent, but I know he's not! His eyes are shut so lightly, yet I know how they look, mostly midnight black, with soft hues of blue and violet. Those eyes that try to play with my sense of his innocence, always showing surprise when he gropes me. Those same eyes that make me wan to fall into his arms. Wait, what am I thinking do I really have such strong feelings for this lecher . . . yes, I know it I do. To see him asleep makes me happy. I could be bold, he is not even an arms length, I could steal kiss! Regardless I'm not that bold. I guess I love him. "Miroku. .I love you," I say before I realize it. Its okay, I assure, myself he's asleep.
"Mmm." He stirs and opens his indigo eyes and smiles. "Say something Sango?"
Did he hear me? Is he playing dumb? I search those eyes; curse it I can never tell! I take a chance "No," I say nonchalantly as possible.
"Oh, all right." He rolled over and fell asleep.
Only that I love you, and I will forever . . . Miroku.