Description: Sango thinks about loving Miroku, the pros and the cons.
Who Knew?
Oneshot
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu Yasha
Everyone was sitting around the fire. Kagome was yelling at Inu Yasha, who was sulking, and Shippo looking triumphant. Miroku was watching the exchange with an amused glance.
I, however, was watching Miroku.
I couldn't deny it any longer. Actually, I never denied it to begin with, which was the problem. If I had tried a little harder to avoid him, tried not to be amused by his corny love declarations…
But the damage was done. And, even if I tried, I knew I would still have fallen in love with him, because he is just that…lovable. Unfortunately, he also happens to know it.
He sees me looking at him, and smiles. I give him sort of a half smile, trying to control my blush. If I keep doing this, I think to myself, he'll realize something is up. I have to stop.
But I couldn't. His face was half shadowed by the fire, and he looked better than I'd ever seen him. I was entranced, captivated, by the sight before me. He was so close, yet so far from me.
Who knew loving him could hurt so much? I didn't. Watching him flirt with other girls hurts more than anyone will ever know. And I don't exactly hide my anger, or, I winced, jealousy.
Who knew loving him could make me feel these ways? I didn't. When he looks at me, my heart races. I hate the fact that he gropes me, but if he hugged me, or…kissed me…My heart ran wild with the thought.
Who knew loving him could make me lose track of everything? I needed to keep my focus on Kohaku, and rescue him from Naraku's clutches. I needed to concentrate, and he really wasn't helping. Instead of devising ways to get my brother back, I devised ways to get Miroku. Did that mean I loved Miroku more. No. Kohaku was my biggest priority. But all the same…
Who knew that loving Miroku could be the stupidest thing I'd ever done? Letting him in my heart, giving him the chance to toy with it, was utterly foolish. I knew, yet I did anyway. Maybe…maybe I wanted him to prove I was human. That I needed to be loved, that I had those types of emotions. He probably thinks I'd never been in a relationship before, the idiot. Well…he'd be right.
Who knew love was never perfect? I did. But I never expected it to be like this! I love a perverted monk! I knew you couldn't choose who you love, but really. Never mind, I take that back. I am happy to have fallen in love with Miroku. He is everything I want…and everything I don't. His soft words…wonderful…his wandering hand…horrible. His charming smile…beautiful. His flirty manner…not particularly cared for. But without all of those things, he wouldn't be the man I fell in love with. Without these things, he wouldn't be Miroku.
I jolt out of my dream-like state, roused from it by the rustling of sticks and earthly reasons. Miroku was getting up. I, finally realizing how late it actually was, get up to. I go over to Miroku, and give him a kiss on the cheek. Walking away, I feel his eyes on me. I want to laugh; his face is probably priceless, and I'd give anything to learn how to use one of those cameras Kagome brings back from her time. Walking away, I start to smile, and then laugh. Who knew loving Miroku could be so…
o-w-a-r-i
I left the end blank. I couldn't put words in there to make them sound sweet. Words wouldn't have done justice for the feelings Sango had been feeling.
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