Worst Kind of Waiting

A/N: This story was just a little something I wrote after me being pissed that Sango and Miroku don't EVER kiss or make out or something of similar nature. And, they love each other,, but Sango inflicts bodily harm on Miroku and Miroku flirts with other women. What gives?

Oh and if there are any mistakes in here concerning characters or story lines ect. my apologies. I havent seen ALL the episodes yet.

Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha, I would have written an episode with some actual kissing/hugging/something of similar sentimental value in it.

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"Miroku…"

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"Miroku,"

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"Mirkou?"

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"MIROKU!!!"

Sango wrapped her arms around him and sobbed. She could feel his still warm body's life ebbing away. She couldn't believe he'd done it. The idiot. Why did he have to be so damned virtuous?

"Miroku," she murmured into his cloak, "Why'd you do it?" she felt the rough fabric against her cheek as she buried her face deeper into him, inhaling the scent that was purely his. Pheromones mixed with the smell of different herbs and spices. She'd never forget it.

Tears ran down her cheeks as she felt his heartbeat getting weaker and weaker…

"S…Sango…?"

Sango's eyes snapped open at his voice. She drew back and stared at him, his eyes struggling to stay open. Sweat beaded on is forehead and his jaw clenched in pain.

"Mirkou," Sango took awhile to find her voice, "Don't worry, it's going to be ok, Kagome will be back soon with the antidote,"

"No,"

No?

"Yes, she will," Sango's voice shook and her hands fisted in Mirkou's cloak, "She'll bring it here and you'll get better," tears blurred her vision.

"No," Mirkou gave a faint smile, though his eyes creased in pain, "I used too much this time,"

Sango's eyes widened in realization of what he'd just said. What did he mean he'd used too much? He NEVER used too much. He was always careful, he'd told her himself.

"The Wind Tunnel sucked in more than I can take," Miroku gave a small smile as he raised his hand and experimentally flexed it, wincing in agony is he did so. Sango snatched his hand and turned it towards her. Small cuts, like the ones you would receive from paper, spider webbed his right hand.

"I can feel the venom," Mirkou went on as Sango brushed her fingers over the cuts, making him sigh, "It's not long now,"

"We'll go to Master Moushin," Sango said quickly, "After you've had the antidote, we'll take you there, and he'll fix it," Mirkou felt something liquid cold on his palm and his eyes instinctively flickered to Sango;

She was crying.

"Please don't, Sango," Miroku gently pulled his hand out from her grasp, "I'm not worth the tears. You'll be fine without me," He looked away from her, wishing that he could walk, or at least crawl away from her. Being here with her only made it harder to let go.

"No, I won't," Sango's voice cracked with emotion, "I love you Miroku. I always will, even if it means I have to wait until the next life to be with you,"

Miroku turned his head back to Sango, the woman he had hoped to love. He smiled at her, and for a moment, some of the old charm and mischief danced across his eyes. Sango made an effort to smile and choked out some laughter.

"I have only loved one woman in my life," Miroku told her, his hand finding hers. Sango gently grasped his hand and brought it to her mouth, resting his hand against her lips. Miroku smiled and cupped her face with his hand, feeling her tears slide over his fingers.

"And I'm so glad," Sango closed her eyes, blinking away the tears, "So glad, that I could spend my last moments with her,"

A sob escaped Sango's lips and she bowed her head, every single second seeming to take an hour. As if they were stuck inside their own little time bubble.

"Miroku…"

"Yes, Sango?"

Sango lifted her head up and smiled at him, "Try not to flirt with any of the girls in your next life, will you?"

Miroku grinned. His vision blurring. He blinked it away, trying to burn the image of Sango above him, to his memory forever.

"Now Sango, you know I can't possibly promise you that,"

Sango laughed lightly, "Lecher,"

"Only for you,"

There was silence for a few moments. Sango subconsciously stroked the back of Miroku's hand with her fingers, sighing and staring up towards the ceiling.

"Please don't die," she said.

"Sango, the god's have chosen my fate,"

"Fate's got nothing to do with it,"

"Are you being blasphemous, Sango?"

"Of course not,"

"I think you are,"

"What would you know about it, monk?"

"Precisely that. I am a Monk,"

"A perverted one,"

"There is nothing wring with enjoying the small pleasures in life, Sango," he hesitated for a moment, "I want you to remember that,"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I…I wouldn't…Blame you…Or begrudge you for…For…Being with…Another man,"

"When I said I'd wait for you, I meant it,"

"And I mean this, Sango," Miroku said, grasping Sango's hand a little tighter, "I want you to be happy,"

"I would be happy, knowing that when I die, there'll be someone waiting for me on the other side,"

Miroku sighed, his vision blurring again. It was almost time.

"I'm sorry Sango," Sango's head snapped up, just as Miroku's eyes begin to drift close, "I love yo-"

Sango didn't let him finish, impulsively leaning forwards and pressing her lips to his. His eyes snapped open for a second, taking in Sango's spontaneous actions, then drifted shut again, loosing himself to her, for the first and last time.

His lips were soft and gentle, but if they were usually like that or not, Sango couldn't say. She'd never kissed the lips of a dying man. When she felt his arm wrap around her shoulders, pressing weakly down on her, she almost cried.

Sango's lips were desperate and full of despair, Miroku thought vaguely as he tangled his hand in her hair, grasping her other hand as he did so.

I wish…He struggled to form a coherent thought…I wish that...This kiss could have been under better circumstances. I love you Sango.

"Thank you, Sango," Miroku said breaking the kiss for a moment, his voice slurring slightly, "I couldn't have asked for a better last moment,"

He pulled her face down to his again, before she had a chance to respond.

Sango felt Miroku's left hand go slack first. The hand that had been tangled in her hair, fell away and slid to the floor to rest at her side. Next was his lips, that had been so passionate and full of hunger before, slowly stop responding, and fell away.

The last thing that she felt was his right hand, the one she had been holding all the time, struggle to keep holding her hand, but eventually slackening.

Sango stayed like that with Miroku, until morning.

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A/N: I'm thinking of posting the rest of the story, which wouldn't fir on here, but that's only if the audience likes it Big smile REVIEWS!!!

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