Greetings. I have returned from a long, long case of loss of interest of writing, and brought you a new, longer, more accurately spelled version of what I consider to be my most successful story. And by the way, it's from Miroku's POV. Please enjoy.
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My Sango
I cannot count how many times I have been called a pervert, a lecher, an idiot, a fool, a disgrace to my religion, as well as handsome, charming, talented, powerful, and the list goes on.
I had always thought there could not have been a woman who could resist me. That is, until I met… her.
Sango the Taijiya.
I must say that I was immediately stunned by her beauty. So stunned, in fact, that it drove me crazy. I just had to have a feel…
And so I did.
It was everything I could have hoped for. Nice, round, soft skin, that was wonderful to touch and squeeze
Unfortunately, I was not able to relish the feeling for very long. Before I knew it, I felt a stinging sensation in my face.
It took a little while for me to register what had happened.
She had slapped me, called me a hentai, and gone away to boot.
I sat there for a while, wondering how a woman could have possibly rejected me, even I had used a more direct approach.
Of course, I didn't know her very well back then.
And I think that even if I did, I would have groped her anyway.
I'm just very, very odd that way.
But I am not one to give up.
I groped her at least once a day from that day on.
You would have thought that I would have learned my lesson the first few times (and I think you would too, you have no idea how hard she can slap), but it was a habit, a reflex that I had developed from my many encounters with women all over Japan, that I could not simply put a stop to.
Over time, however, I began to ponder if it was really just lust and friendship I felt towards her.
The time that I did not spend groping her, we talked, discussed, and had fun. I got to know her very well.
And on rare occasions, we shared sweet moments of surprising intimacy.
And it was then that I realized…I had fallen in love with her.
Pretty ironic, once you think about it.
I, Miroku, clever, intelligent, powerful monk, charmer, ladies' man, had fallen in love with the one woman who resisted my charms, and who would probably be better off with someone else;
It was something I did not expect at all to happen, I assure you.
And yet, I think that she will probably doubt my love for her greatly, considering all the times I groped her and made lecherous comments about various things, saying it is just my lust talking.
And adding to the fact that I have been cursed with the Kazaana, the dreaded wind tunnel that grows bigger everyday, and that could swallow me any day now, it seriously limits the time I have to tell her and assure her of my feelings.
But… I feel that even with all of these things threatening to push us apart, there is yet hope for my, and hopefully her, happiness.
And I will hold on it for as long as I live.
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Not really much of an improvement, but it was the best I could come up with. Don't forget to review, I just may turn this into a series of one shots about various things, told from Miroku's POV, if I have enough motivation. And as always… NO FLAMES!
Till' next time!