InuTriken: Hiya guys! I hope you like this one. This is a product of
sitting in a car for 8 hours and
consuming large quantities of coffee while being stuck in the back seat
with an annoying little brother
and minimal leg room. While being that hyper in a small space, my brain
actually started ticking (yeah,
out of all places it could have started working) and I began to ponder
relationship of my favorite anime
couple. Yeah, It's short, but it's enjoyable!
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha (I cry at night for that very reason)
Questions
It's really dark out here. We set up camp awhile ago and I think I'm the only one not asleep. I can't sleep. I'm thinking about him again. I've tried many times to push him out of my thoughts, but to no avail. Right now, he's sitting across from me, leaning against a tree. Such a peaceful look on his face. I love watching him sleep. Oh, Miroku... I long to be at your side right now, cuddled close beside you. But.....You don't seem to feel the same. Here I am, thinking about this again. I just want to know....
Why not me?
I have searched those deep violet eyes many times, hoping to find his answer.
Do I not have the looks?
Am I not delicate enough?
Is it because my hands aren't soft, but rough and callaused from battle?
Is it because I hide my emotions?
Could it be the fact that I'm better at slaying demons than being womanly?
Am I just too sad in his bright cheerful eyes?
I could ask forever. I only wish to know the answers. Not that I really care about him, but I just want to know.
Am I unlovable?
Am I just a fun target?
Is that it?
Just put here to amuse him?
His habits are disgusting......but, I feel safe when I fall asleep near him. I am happy when I wake up and see him there.
Do I annoy him?
Have I caused him pain?
Miroku, Why am I different from the other women?
Is it because I know you too well?
Why did I deny that I cared about him?
His soft, beatiful eyes look at me different than other girls.
Does he even like me?
Please, this is tearing me up inside. I really just want to know.....
Why not me?
I am pulled out of my questioning thoughts when I see him shift. His eyes slowly open and blink a few times before looking straight up at me. I pull my gaze away from him, thankful that he can't see me blushing. He grins slightly and stands up.
What's he doing?
He walks over and sits next to me. I shift around nervously. He looks straight at the ground, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"Why aren't you asleep?", he asked softly.
"I just haven't been able to fall asleep. I.....I 've been thinking."
"Really?.....about what?", he asked curiously.
I paused nervously.
Should I be honest with him?
I pondered that for a moment then decided my answer....Yes.
"Well,......You...", I said warily.
He blushed and smiled slightly.
"Oh..., really?", he sounded surprised.
"Yeah......", Great...just perfect. He doesn't seem to be taking this well.
"Ok...", he said plainly, "Then I'll have you know I was dreaming about you."
My blood started to boil. That pervert! I was about to lift my hand to smack him when I stopped myself. Don't ruin this, Sango! I opened my mouth to say somthing when he put his arm around me. I suddenly felt at peace as all those questions fled from my mind. I laid my head on his shoulder. My mind was focused on him and for once, it was tranquil.
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha (I cry at night for that very reason)
Questions
It's really dark out here. We set up camp awhile ago and I think I'm the only one not asleep. I can't sleep. I'm thinking about him again. I've tried many times to push him out of my thoughts, but to no avail. Right now, he's sitting across from me, leaning against a tree. Such a peaceful look on his face. I love watching him sleep. Oh, Miroku... I long to be at your side right now, cuddled close beside you. But.....You don't seem to feel the same. Here I am, thinking about this again. I just want to know....
Why not me?
I have searched those deep violet eyes many times, hoping to find his answer.
Do I not have the looks?
Am I not delicate enough?
Is it because my hands aren't soft, but rough and callaused from battle?
Is it because I hide my emotions?
Could it be the fact that I'm better at slaying demons than being womanly?
Am I just too sad in his bright cheerful eyes?
I could ask forever. I only wish to know the answers. Not that I really care about him, but I just want to know.
Am I unlovable?
Am I just a fun target?
Is that it?
Just put here to amuse him?
His habits are disgusting......but, I feel safe when I fall asleep near him. I am happy when I wake up and see him there.
Do I annoy him?
Have I caused him pain?
Miroku, Why am I different from the other women?
Is it because I know you too well?
Why did I deny that I cared about him?
His soft, beatiful eyes look at me different than other girls.
Does he even like me?
Please, this is tearing me up inside. I really just want to know.....
Why not me?
I am pulled out of my questioning thoughts when I see him shift. His eyes slowly open and blink a few times before looking straight up at me. I pull my gaze away from him, thankful that he can't see me blushing. He grins slightly and stands up.
What's he doing?
He walks over and sits next to me. I shift around nervously. He looks straight at the ground, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"Why aren't you asleep?", he asked softly.
"I just haven't been able to fall asleep. I.....I 've been thinking."
"Really?.....about what?", he asked curiously.
I paused nervously.
Should I be honest with him?
I pondered that for a moment then decided my answer....Yes.
"Well,......You...", I said warily.
He blushed and smiled slightly.
"Oh..., really?", he sounded surprised.
"Yeah......", Great...just perfect. He doesn't seem to be taking this well.
"Ok...", he said plainly, "Then I'll have you know I was dreaming about you."
My blood started to boil. That pervert! I was about to lift my hand to smack him when I stopped myself. Don't ruin this, Sango! I opened my mouth to say somthing when he put his arm around me. I suddenly felt at peace as all those questions fled from my mind. I laid my head on his shoulder. My mind was focused on him and for once, it was tranquil.