They sat there together...not speaking. Alone in the woods
the brought her there to talk. To talk about their relationship
The wind blew gently blowing fallin leaves.
"Sango?" Asked the the young monk.
"Yes miroku?"Answered the beautiful
demon slayer. "I wanna talk to you about...us.
He paused on us. "What about us miroku?"
"Well you know as well as i do that we are to be married
after we kill Naraku." He said looking at his cursed hand.
"Miroku...what are you saying?" Sango asked unsure.
"Sango" Miroku said facing her. "I know this wouldn't turn out good" He said under his breath. "Sango i don't think we should go on with the wedding". "..." She said nothing "I'm sorry that i hurt you.. just know that i had no intention of doing so." he said with his head low. "MIroku." she began. "I-I feel the same way." she said. "I didn't want to say anyting because i thought that i would be hurting you." she said. "I'm glade we feel the same." He said with a smile." as am i Miroku" Sango added.
"well we better head back to Kagomr and inu- EPP".
SLAP! " come on you leach!" Sango said angry and walk back to the village leaving miroku on the ground with a red hand print on his face. "It's the hand...THE HAND!!!"
i know...it suxed! but if ur gonna flame...then flame on!
just know it was my first fic and i hope that i can write a better on for you guys soon! well R&R plz