I felt guilty for going MIA with Mist Child, so I wrote this. Simple enough. I may come back and edit it though, 'cause it didn't really come out as planned.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or any of its associations.

Sango could not believe that she had actually done what she just did for a number of reasons. The first one that popped into her currently reeling head was that this was betrayal. Just by chasing after this man was betraying so many people, so many things. She was betraying Inuyasha, first and foremost; since the two could not even stand one another it should have been obvious that Sango could only pick one side. She was betraying Miroku, the man to whom she promised she would spend her life with. Just by harboring the feelings she had for Sesshomaru was betraying the poor monk. Sango was betraying her best friend Kagome, for not telling the girl of her attraction to him and secretly sneaking away at night to go find the demon lord, without even a peep to her supposedly designated secret keeper. Sango was even betraying herself, her own common sense, by believing that feeling this way was perfectly fine.

So why was it that she kept doing it anyway? Sango knew as soon as she asked herself that the question was pointless. Why not keep on as she was? That was the true question. Whenever Sesshomaru was around, she itched with carefully concealed excitement. The passion came from nowhere, a miniscule greedy flame that had sparked from next to nothing, but growing more and more each day as it ate away her entire being. Before long, it was alive as alive could be, and there was no way anyone could stop it.

Now, here she stood, watching him as he rested so silently. Sango was sure that Sesshomaru knew she was there long before she had even caught onto his trail, but the thought only excited her more. Knowing that he had to be aware of her presence made her heart beat faster, gazing at his impassive face made her blood rush trough every inch of her body, down to her fingers and toes. Sango noiselessly slid down to sit at the trunk of the tree, carefully peering out to watch the object of her limerence.

Nearly nothing brought as much pleasure and simulation to her senses as sheerly imagining how every aspect of Sesshomaru's existence would feel to her. Sango could feel it all now, even as she sat, mesmerized, at the trunk of the tree. His skin would be smooth, like porcelain, yet warm like a cozy fire on a winter day, his touch gentle, his hair silken. She imagined that his breath would feel like a relaxing breeze, and that his sighs would sound like that breeze flowing through the very trees surrounding her. If only he would let one slip when she was near!

While part of her was content to watch Sesshomaru for an eternity, Sango often hoped that she would somehow get a chance to be with him. She longed for him to share the outrageous and boundless feelings she had, she wished for him to accept her into his life, but most of all she desired for him to crave her as well. Oh, if only, if only! She had even abandoned her friends in hopes of increasing the chances of their being together, and only regretted it for a fraction of a second. But in the back of her mind somewhere, Sango knew that she would have to die pining for Sesshomaru. He would never accept her, and that was just the way it had to be.

But Sango still hoped, prayed, and fantasized, destined to die gazing at what could not be had, yearning for what would be betrayal.