How Miroku And Sango Really Met

By 246Nakuro

Chapter 1: An unexpected encounter.

Narrator: Young Sango a beautiful princess was in her fathers house when she first met Miroku. But before we get into that lets talk a little about what was happening that Sango needed Miroku. Sango's real father was a famous king that everyone liked. He was fair, kind-hearted, loving, and a great dad. All in all not to bad. Sango's real dad had bark brown hair which Sango inherited. He was older than your everyday dad but was understanding. Sango had dark brown hair, eyes that seemed to make even the madest of men kind to her. Sango, loved everything animals and everything a little girl should love, except she always wanted a demon cat. her father disapproved. Sango hated the demons that tryed to kill people and yet loved demons that protected people. Sango loved to live in fairy tales, and the stories her dad told her only made her want to be in one. The stories always had a group of demon slayers in them and they would end up with all kinds of fancy things from the kings that they would never take. Her father hoped that it would make her want ot be a princess but it had the oppiste affect.

Sango: I wanna be a demon slayer!

Narrator: Sango's real father's name was Derick.

Derick: But honey they didn't take the gifts.

Sango: So they were being honest, it's their job, they don't need rewards.

Derick: It proves they aren't sivalized.

Sango: Says who?

Narrator: Sango and her dad never really got along and after a fight they wouldn't talk to each other for at least five days. After about the 20th fight Derick refused to tell her any more stories and Sango wouldn't talk to him for 10 days. To prove her anger she wouldn't eat for two of them. There arose a battle and it seemed it would wipe out the entire kingdom! Derick loved his dauther even though she refussed to talk to him any longer and sent servant with messages if they need to talk. Derick was dying of cancer but happened to find Miroku who was passing though. Miroku had lost his dad and mom, he was an orphan. Miroku had long enough hair to put it into a small pontail and never took the ponytail out. Miroku had eyes that could help you if you needed to talk but had the definite apperance that they couldn't always be trusted.

Derick: Good sir my daughter needs protection from this war could you please protect her?

Miroku: Yes where is she?

Derick: This way.

Narrator: Derick leads the way to Sango's room. On the way Derick tells Miroku that he is dying from cancer.

Miroku: I'm so sorry.

Derick: Don't be. After I'm gone Sango can take my place.

Narrator: Derick and Miroku reach Sango's room. Derick starts to walk away then turns toward Miroku fear, pain, and sadness in his eyes, motions Miroku to come closer.

Miroku: (whispering) Yes?

Derick: (Whispering) Sango loves stories of demon slayers.

Narrator: Derick walks back to his room and Miroku knocks on Sango's door. Sango opens door looks him over.

Sango: The exit is to your left.

Narrator: Sango slams door. Miroku blinks in amazment.

Miroku: Not exactly the welcome I was exspecting. Let's try that again.

Narrator: Miroku knoks on door again ready to thrust his staff into the opening between the door and the way to close it if needed. Sango opens door again and looks anoyed at Miroku.

Sango: Now what do you want? I already told where the exit is.

Miroku: I don't WANT anything.

Sango: Then get lost will ya?

Narrator: Sango tryes to close the door when Miroku thusts his staff between the opening of the door and the door causeing the door to open again. Sango stares in amazement as the door opens.

Sango: Who are you?

Miroku: Ma'am I am Miroku.

Sango: Who's that?

Miroku: Just a normal everyday kid.

Sango: You're no normal kid! A normal kid wouldn't be able to stop my door like that! Who ARE you?

Miroku: I am Miroku, and your father asked me to protect you from the war.

Sango: Just go.

Narrator: Sango goes and sits down in her fancy silver chair with gold trim. Miroku looks around room and stops at a picture with a pretty lady smiling a pearly white smile, underneath is a phase. "Never give up! You are an amazing person go and show the world what you can do!" Miroku picks it up and looks at it then turns torward Sango holding picture up so she can see it.

Miroku: Hey Sango?

Sango (Angry) What?

Miroku: Who's this lady she's pretty.

Narrator: Sango looks back to see the picture gets up runs over to Miroku grabs the picture from him and puts back on table.

Sango: Want are you doing? DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH THAT AGAIN YOU HEAR?

Narrator: Miroku blinked then looked at Sango.

Miroku: Yes. What that lady's name anyway and who is she?

Sango: What do you care?

Miroku: (Shrugs) Don't really just trying to make conversation.

Narrator: Sango walks over to her bed with a conforter thats red with demons in the backgrond.

Sango: She's my mom, but she died a week after I was born. Her name was Lilly.

Narrator: Sango starts to cry. Miroku walks over to her sits on the bed and starts to rub her back. Miroku starts to tell a story.

Miroku: Not so long ago, a little boy was born. His dad had a curse that would kill him in his prime. When he was only just born. His mom died in child birth. When the little boy was three years old he watched his father die before his eyes. The little boy was now an orphan and on one to live with. The little boy now is 13 years old and looks at a girl who is 10 and knows how she feels. The little boy is glad he can share his exspearances with this little girl and maybe, just maybe, help her.

Narrator: (Sobbing) That was so sad oh sorry to interupt you ba... ba... back to the story.

Sango: (rolling over to look a Miroku in the eyes) Miroku who was that little boy? Someone you knew? Maybe I can help him.

Miroku: (Gets off bed looks up at celing then at Sango again) You can't help him Sango.

Sango: Maybe I can give me a chance!

Miroku: Sango lisson... You can't help him because he's me!

Sango: Huh?

Miroku: Sango. That little boy, the one you want to help. Is me! That's what happened to me!

Sango: I'm so, so sorry!

Miroku: Don't be. Hey I'm starved what time does dinner arrive? I'll go find out.

Narrator: Poor Miroku. (Pause) Oh sorry Miroku walks out of Sango's room to get dinner. Sango meanwhile thinks about Miroku's childhood and how hers was so much easer compeared to his. Miroku walks in and falls to ground crying. Sango runs to him.