The sky was painted purple and orange with hints of pink. The sun almost disappeared from one's sight, to go and rest for tomorrow's events. Staring out at the freshly painted canvas, was a monk. The monk's Shakujou rested softly on his chest, his legs crossed Indian style and his arms folded into his sleeves of his robe. His back rested against the bow of the Sakura, once in a while a flower would fall around him, surrounding him as if it were a barrier. The violet eyes of the wanderers monk was calm and serene. They would shift once in a while to take in on what was put out in front of him.
He let out a sigh, such as one in relief and safeness. He lowered his head now shielding his expression of which he would like to keep to himself. "Miroku?" A voice said. It was familiar, and friendly. "Miroku, are you alright?" The youkai slayer said the monk as she sat down next to him. The hushed monk looked at the slayer, for only an instant did the slayer see such a harsh, cold, and empty look, she looked down and then back at him, that stare, that pitied stare was gone. A soft, kind look replaced it. The slayer was at ease, slightly, but she also was concerned. "I am indeed alright Sango, you need not worry." He said as he allowed a small smile escape him.
Sango wrapped her arms around her legs, that she bent up to her chest and she started at the ground. " Oh." That was all she could mutter out after what she had seen. "Is there something that you wanted to talk to me about Sango?"
"Um, well…" She paused and glanced at him and then continued. "No, I just wanted to make sure you were not picking up on some helpless woman, knowing that you do have a tendency to do such a thing." She said hopefully covering up any emotion that she might have reveled. Miroku brushed off what Sango had said and he rested his head on the tree, his bangs moving along with the wind. "It is late, perhaps we should head back to the others, so they won't worry." The youkai slayer said. But the monk did not answer. He was in deep thought as he was before. Sango sighed and she decided to give up on him, just this once anyways, so she leaned on his shoulder as if she had no strength in her. Her legs were now touching his. "Miroku." She said softly under her breath. "What is bothering you so much, that you won't open up to me?" She didn't really mean this directly to him, but she said it anyways. "Hm." The monk sighed as if it would be a burden to explain what was making him ill minded.
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