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A Light in the Dark
With Miroku, Sango could never be certain. She just wasn't sure what his true intentions were; How much was flattery and charm, and how much was genuine. He always left her in the dark. He would send a smile her way, offer an arm to lean on and a shoulder to cry on, caress her bottom as if it were the most precious of artifacts. And yet... none of it mattered. Not one action, word, or look raised you one iota above every other girl with whom he crossed paths. She could hope. She could dream. She could make excuses for him until her imagination was exhausted from running around in circles, like a dog after its own tail. But she could never be certain. She had a distinct feeling that she was, indeed, different. A few little pinpricks of light in the dark, like stars on the night of the New Moon. From the beginning, she had been set apart in an intangible way. Miroku had not asked her to bear his child. Not until prompted by Kagome. Possibly... she hesitated to think it, to give herself the hope... but she may have been the very first woman honoured with this distinction. She had broken through the force of an age-old habit. Perhaps it was only her broken state, body and mind, when they first met (she had to admit that, for the most part, Miroku did know when he would be pushing certain boundaries, even if he did make the occasional social infraction), and when she had sufficiently recovered, his moment had simply passed. But she could always hoped that, deep down, he had known. Had wanted to make this proposition mean something. And so, she lived from hope to hope, possibility to possibility, pinprick to pinprick, until the day he bared his soul and shone a real light in the dark.