AN: I dont own InuYasha sadly :( sniff
Yay my first Miroku/Sango Fic! This was supposed to be a One Shot fiction but i think im gonna add another chapter or two.
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Doctor Miroku & Sick Sango
Sango opened the sliding door as she gazed out apon a cold feudal winter storm. The gusts of wind pressed against Sango's clothes. She shivered. 'Gods is it cold out! Thankfully or maybe not Houshi-sama convinced the women of this home to let us stay'. With that thought Sango felt a surge of jelousy go through her. ' Why? Why am i having feelings for that pervert of a monk.?'
"Oh well, i better close this door before i catch a cold" Sango muttered. She kept her thoughts to herself and walked over to her futon. "Is there something wrong Sango?" Miroku asked. "No Houshi-sama" Simple gestures like that made Sango happy. She felt cared for especially by the person she loved. But sadly that person didn't know that. "Well good night, Sango" Miroku blew out the candle and settled in for a cold winters night. Sango wispered when she thought he was asleep, "Good night Miroku"
Miroku was awakened early into the night by coughs and shivering coming from Sango. "Sango?" He shook her slightly. "Hey Sango please wake up!". Sango woke up to Miroku hovering over her and with the little energy she had left she raised her arm, "Miroku what are you--". Sango was just too sick to get into a fight with Miroku. She dropped her arm and used her hand to cover the coughes she was making. "Don't worry Sango i'll help you get better." Miroku had to think, she might have a fever. So he placed his hand on Sango's forehead. Sango jumped at his touch but calmed down. 'Aie! She does have a fever.' thought Miroku. "Sango, i'll be right back. Im going to get you some medicine."
Miroku rushed down the hall. Into Kagome, Shippou, and InuYasha's room. (AN: Don't ask why i have InuYasha & Kagome in their own room and Miroku and Sango in their own room. lol Dont ask!) He slammed the door open and called Kagome's name. "Kagome! Sango has a fever. We need your medicine!" Miroku woke everyone up while gasping for air. "Here." Kagome handed him the little pink bottle, "Miroku take good care of Sango" . With a nod of his head Miroku ran out of the room and to the Sevants quarters of the home. "I need your help!" Miroku shouted.
When Miroku came back to Sango she was having cough fits and she was sweating. "Sango, im back now." All Sango did was groan in response. She had no energy left in her to talk. Miroku put the cold compress on her head hoping to bring down the fever. He spooned her the pink fluid into her mouth. All Miroku could do was wait for some affect from the medicine to happen. Then 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door. The maid came in and delivered the miso soup. "Thank you" Miroku replied as the servant bowed and then quitely closed the door. Miroku had the tiniest urge to go flirt with the young maid but cosidered it not the time. Miroku could here the young woman walk down the hall untill her footsteps were no more.
When Sango's face was turning back to her original color. "Sango, Sango? How are you feeling?" Miroku asked in concern. "Houshi-sama! What are you doing!!" Miroku was again watching over Sango for any signs of recovery. "Nothing Sango! Really Nothing!" Miroku backed up. Sango sat up in bed, "Then why are you leaning over me! You are such a pervert!" She raised her hand ready to slap him. Miroku's mind was spinning. 'She doesn't remember her terrible fever?' Thankfully the fever was down but it hurt Miroku that she was yelling at him. "Sango, no you were very sick and i was just trying to make you better. Ive been checking every ten minutes to see if your skin was turning less pale and seeing if you were recovering from your fever. "Oh", Sango felt bad now. She lowered her hand yet again that night to the monk. Her fever still alittle in control of her did something that the normal Sango would never do. She went over and hugged Miroku and snuggled into his lap. " I'm sorry Miroku......Actualy Ive always wanted to call you that". Miroku was shocked but also felt relieved that Sango was feeling better.
He brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face and gazed down apon Sango's sleeping face. How he loved her so but still so afraid to tell the demon exterminator the truth. He held onto this precious moment they were sharing and held to it tight. He hugged Sango and just wished that his love would be returned as he craddled her in his arms. Miroku finally decided to place her back into her own futon. He gently laid her down and then procided to go to his bed. Tomorrow they would go back to their old relationship the one neither of them wanted.
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Soo? How is it so far?? This will be another short fic probably only 2 or 3 chapters long. Ooh please R&R! x
Sorry this is a bad fic i made it at 12:30 in the morning because i couldn't sleep .
Yay my first Miroku/Sango Fic! This was supposed to be a One Shot fiction but i think im gonna add another chapter or two.
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Doctor Miroku & Sick Sango
Sango opened the sliding door as she gazed out apon a cold feudal winter storm. The gusts of wind pressed against Sango's clothes. She shivered. 'Gods is it cold out! Thankfully or maybe not Houshi-sama convinced the women of this home to let us stay'. With that thought Sango felt a surge of jelousy go through her. ' Why? Why am i having feelings for that pervert of a monk.?'
"Oh well, i better close this door before i catch a cold" Sango muttered. She kept her thoughts to herself and walked over to her futon. "Is there something wrong Sango?" Miroku asked. "No Houshi-sama" Simple gestures like that made Sango happy. She felt cared for especially by the person she loved. But sadly that person didn't know that. "Well good night, Sango" Miroku blew out the candle and settled in for a cold winters night. Sango wispered when she thought he was asleep, "Good night Miroku"
Miroku was awakened early into the night by coughs and shivering coming from Sango. "Sango?" He shook her slightly. "Hey Sango please wake up!". Sango woke up to Miroku hovering over her and with the little energy she had left she raised her arm, "Miroku what are you--". Sango was just too sick to get into a fight with Miroku. She dropped her arm and used her hand to cover the coughes she was making. "Don't worry Sango i'll help you get better." Miroku had to think, she might have a fever. So he placed his hand on Sango's forehead. Sango jumped at his touch but calmed down. 'Aie! She does have a fever.' thought Miroku. "Sango, i'll be right back. Im going to get you some medicine."
Miroku rushed down the hall. Into Kagome, Shippou, and InuYasha's room. (AN: Don't ask why i have InuYasha & Kagome in their own room and Miroku and Sango in their own room. lol Dont ask!) He slammed the door open and called Kagome's name. "Kagome! Sango has a fever. We need your medicine!" Miroku woke everyone up while gasping for air. "Here." Kagome handed him the little pink bottle, "Miroku take good care of Sango" . With a nod of his head Miroku ran out of the room and to the Sevants quarters of the home. "I need your help!" Miroku shouted.
When Miroku came back to Sango she was having cough fits and she was sweating. "Sango, im back now." All Sango did was groan in response. She had no energy left in her to talk. Miroku put the cold compress on her head hoping to bring down the fever. He spooned her the pink fluid into her mouth. All Miroku could do was wait for some affect from the medicine to happen. Then 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door. The maid came in and delivered the miso soup. "Thank you" Miroku replied as the servant bowed and then quitely closed the door. Miroku had the tiniest urge to go flirt with the young maid but cosidered it not the time. Miroku could here the young woman walk down the hall untill her footsteps were no more.
When Sango's face was turning back to her original color. "Sango, Sango? How are you feeling?" Miroku asked in concern. "Houshi-sama! What are you doing!!" Miroku was again watching over Sango for any signs of recovery. "Nothing Sango! Really Nothing!" Miroku backed up. Sango sat up in bed, "Then why are you leaning over me! You are such a pervert!" She raised her hand ready to slap him. Miroku's mind was spinning. 'She doesn't remember her terrible fever?' Thankfully the fever was down but it hurt Miroku that she was yelling at him. "Sango, no you were very sick and i was just trying to make you better. Ive been checking every ten minutes to see if your skin was turning less pale and seeing if you were recovering from your fever. "Oh", Sango felt bad now. She lowered her hand yet again that night to the monk. Her fever still alittle in control of her did something that the normal Sango would never do. She went over and hugged Miroku and snuggled into his lap. " I'm sorry Miroku......Actualy Ive always wanted to call you that". Miroku was shocked but also felt relieved that Sango was feeling better.
He brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face and gazed down apon Sango's sleeping face. How he loved her so but still so afraid to tell the demon exterminator the truth. He held onto this precious moment they were sharing and held to it tight. He hugged Sango and just wished that his love would be returned as he craddled her in his arms. Miroku finally decided to place her back into her own futon. He gently laid her down and then procided to go to his bed. Tomorrow they would go back to their old relationship the one neither of them wanted.
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Soo? How is it so far?? This will be another short fic probably only 2 or 3 chapters long. Ooh please R&R! x
Sorry this is a bad fic i made it at 12:30 in the morning because i couldn't sleep .