Ok the Song is 'Everyday' by Bon Jovi. i don't know how obvious it is that i don't own the song or them. i wish i could own Jon. that would be fun....but his wife and children would miss him, and i just can't do that. little not you have no idea how happy i was to find out he is a Democrat! yay! dances around oh i don't own InuYasha either. if i did i would provide Sango and Miroku with just about anything they need wink wink.

ok, this is a series of songfics. if you don't like songfics don't read. but if you do, please review i love reviews.

Miroku thought back on how his life was. He had been raised a monk, but from observing his father he somehow learned the technique of rubbing a woman's behind without her noticing until a good feel was made.

The family friend Mushin took him in when his own Mother would not after his Father's death. The curse of his family. Not only was it just his hand, but women. After finding one who said she could live with the curse because her love was that strong. But by the time the baby had come she was gone. That was technically not his mother, but it had happened to his grandfather. His mother did leave in the sense of death, but his grandmother actually left.

I used to be the kind of guy

Who'd never let you look inside

I'd smile when I was crying

I had nothing but a life to loose

Thought I had a lot to proof

In my life, there's no denying

Goodbye to all my yesterdays

Goodbye, so long, I'm on my way

Miroku believed it was this fact that at any town or village he stopped at stopped him from fulfilling his promise. There were those who were strikingly beautiful. It was hard to at least 'try' and get them pregnant. But something always held him back before anything went too far in the bedroom.

I've had enough of cryin'

Bleedin', sweatin', dyin'

Hear me when I say

Gonna live my life everyday

I'm gonna touch the sky

And I spread these wings and fly

I ain't here to play

I'm gonna live my life everyday

"She could be the ugliest hag in the world, but in your eyes she is the holiest celestial maiden." His father had told him. "You will know once you see her...or feel her rear." The young man laughed clapping his four-year-old son on the shoulder.

That also kept him away. He had starts his search when he was ten. A smirk came on to his face as he remembered his first grope. She was a little older than he was at the time, her hair was tied back by a white handkerchief. Her wore a top was a cherry blossom pink and a sky blue skirt. He had pretended to be in need of help and she fell for it just like she was suppose to. She bend over to pick up some herbs, Miroku seeing his chance stood up from the ground and delighted in the soft smooth round curve of her behind before she turned around, her face red and her aura spewing flames.

Change, everybody's feeling strange

Never gonna be the same

Makes you wonder how the world keeps turning

Life, learning how to live my life

Learning how to pick my fights

Take my shots while I'm still burning

Goodbye to all those rainy nights

Goodbye, so long, I'm moving on

"Hehe...hehe..." he scratched his head. Quickly he was gone a "Thank you!" hung in the air behind him.

Years of searching told him to be careful. There were some girls who misunderstood his curse, others who ran away, and those who were too eager for marriage and did not really give a damn about anything else. All that followed him was a trail of broken hears and angry girls and their fathers.

It was another year and a half before he met the oddly dressed miko. She was beautiful in a plain way. But by the end of the second day it was obvious she was claimed by the hanyou. The two did not display their affection but rather their loving annoyance. Their apparent hatred for each other still struck deep within him a nagging loneliness.

I've had enough of cryin'

Bleedin', sweatin', dyin'

Hear me when I say

Gonna live my life everyday

I'm gonna touch the sky

And I spread these wings and fly

I ain't here to play

I'm gonna live my life everyday

But then Sango came. Depressed and lovely Sango. She had lost her entire village to Naraku. Guilt would fill him whenever he thought about his curse compared to her. She had to start life anew.

One the other hand he was somewhat thankful for the chance to meet her. He wished their meeting could have happened when her village was still alive and he had just wandered in, slowly over time winning her hear and her families approval.

It was amusing how he was able to learn to feel her behind before she could completely realized and slapped him. When she pointed out that he had never asked HER the question he had hurried to do it, but it was not serious. He would wait until it was the perfect time and he would mean it that time.

There ain't nothing gonna get in my way

Everyday

Goodbye, so long, I'm moving on

It was alright for quite awhile until the Prince arrived asking Sango to kill the bear demon and marry him. Kagome forced the role of matchmaker to an extreme. Her arguments for Miroku to fight for her love seemed tedious. It was Sango's choice. He had his chance and blew it.

He secretly hoped Sango would stay with him, but he kept seeing her being the happy queen playing with her children in the elegant garden. Not fighting demons, trying to find somewhere to sleep when it rained. But she stayed with the group. How could Miroku no consider himself the luckiest man alive?

I've had enough of cryin'

Bleedin', sweatin', dyin'

Hear me when I say

Gonna live my life everyday

I'm gonna touch the sky

And I spread these wings and fly

I ain't here to play

I'm gonna live my life everyday

The night before when he fought that woman. He wondered what it must have been like through Sango's eyes. It was obvious that it did not look like fighting from what Kagome had said. Damnit! It was one of the few times when it was not his fault. He was not doing anything wrong by trying to exercise the possesed woman.

But then she turned out possesed. His light had been darkened. He would do anything to get it back even if it meant having to fight her. The two cuts she had given him was worth the price of returning her to normal.

He now sat on a bank starring into the blue water. Sango came to sit next to him. Guilt obviously coursing through her. She cautiously looked at his arm in a makeshift sling, and the cut on his cheek. "Forgive me, Houshi-sama. It's my fault you are hurt"

"Don't worry, Sango. I know how I behave around women at times. But Kagome-sama made me realize how much that hurt you, so for that...I'm sorry."

Somehow he knew this was right. The is was the right moment to ask her. He would ask her without it being a joke this time.

I, oh I, oh I, I'm gonna live my life everyday

I (gonna touch the sky), oh I (spread these wings and fly), oh I

I'm gonna live my life everyday

Ok, Miroku's apology at the end is from Yakusoku to Negai. Google it! It is one of the best Sango Miroku websites i have ever seen.

so what did you think? please no one sue me...i am just a sad teenager who is obsessed, bored, has too much time on her hand(cause she doesn't want to study for her history test tomorow), and wants to write.