A wind rippled the long strands of yellow grass that belonged to a meadow; the blue sky couldn't be more at peace, as a monk sat under the single tree that occupied the land. Dapples of sunlight hit his charming face through the shade as he dared steal a glance at Sango, who was a few feet away, hands behind her head contently as her soft eyes had a distant look in them. He, almost reluctantly, turned his gaze from her as it settled to Shippo and Kirara, Shippo riding on Kirara's back as she bucked and run around the meadow, Shippo laughing and Kirara purring.
A smile formed on Miroku's lips as he remembered that Kagome had taken InuYasha to her era, going on a 'date.' It must've of been something important, because she was blushing and stammering when she asked the stubborn hanyou to come with her. Finally she convinced him to go, InuYasha asking if it was a certain type of demon. She rolled her eyes and giggled,
"You'll see..." And they were gone.
Miroku had wondered if it was the future's ear way of saying an appointment in bed...
Shippo insisted that they visit a meadow Kirara found on this beautiful afternoon. Miroku sighed, relaxing his alert muscles and closing his dark blue eyes with a hint of violet. It was then Sango muttered, barely above a whisper,
"Kohaku..."
"Hmmm?" Miroku asked, eyeing her warily. She snapped back to reality, looking at him and repeated,
"Oh, I was just thinking about Kohaku..."
"I know. What about your brother?"
"I'm not sure, really..." Absent-mindedly she touched her back, where the scar was supposed to be. Miroku felt sorry for her, he really did. He too, had no family left. He looked at his hand casually. He too had a scar that was hard about forgetting.
"We all have our scars..." He told her softly. Sango cocked her head to one side kind of curiously. Miroku could be really deep sometimes; this was the Miroku she liked, the one she saw only in glimpses at a time.
"Do you...do you think they'll heal over?" She asked timidly, looking down. Miroku shook his head.
"In time, perhaps..." He looked at Sango's bottom quickly, deciding what he was going to do next. Sango's face grew hot, and a slap rang throughout the air.
"Hentai!" She scolded. Miroku laughed, despite of the stinging on his cheek and the small ringing of his ears.
"There's the Sango I know..." She shook her head in dismay. Kirara with passenger Shippo rushed over, forming a path in the long grass.
"Can we go over there?" Shippo asked, pointing beyond their field of vision. Sango nodded,
"I know you'll do your best to protect him, Kirara. You two have fun, be back in a little while."
"Let's go!" Shippo squealed, and Kirara bounded off through the grass.
"You sound like a mother." Miroku commented. Sango blushed, turning away so he wouldn't see her face. 'Kind of cute...how she blushes like that...' Miroku thought, his eyes glinting in mischief.
She didn't say anything, but thought of all the times Miroku had asked other village women to bear his child, and he had never asked her...Much to Sango's surprise, she felt a spark of jealously rushing through her veins. Before she could stop herself, she blurted,
"How come you've never asked me?" Miroku knew what she was talking about.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh..." She thought over his solid answer. "I don't think I understand, Houshi-sama." He shifted uncomfortably. He wanted Sango in his arms, he wanted to ask her every single second of the day, to have that beautiful raven hair brush his face, to caress that soft skin on her cheeks, those deep and intelligent eyes gazing into his, to utter that four letter word that perhaps made her heart melt and her kiss seem so much more pleasant then he had imagined...
"Miroku..." He corrected, finding himself lost in those dark eyes hinted with magenta. "I don't think I can explain, Sango. I think it will come with time." His right hand bunched into a fist, the one with the black hole. She glanced down at it, inching a little closer.
"Like the healing of our scars?" Timidly, almost meekly, she laid a hand over his prayer beaded one; a sort of electric feeling pulsed throughout. He looked up in surprise, and smiled at Sango blushing.
"Yes." He entwined his fingers with hers, soaking in her warmth and touch. For a moment they just stared at the other, forgetting about reality for moment. Then they both pulled away, somewhat reluctantly, when Kirara and Shippo bounded over the grass, bringing with them the fading of daytime. Miroku avoided looking at Sango, he was sure she did the same. Kirara flew by them, Miroku grabbing onto her fur first and sitting himself down on her soft back, Sango behind him.
"I can't wait to see Kagome and InuYasha, to tell about this 'date' thing, whatever it was." Shippo remarked. They came to the well soon enough, to find no InuYasha and Kagome. Miroku's earlier suspicions had been confirmed.
"Where are they?" Sango asked no one in particular. She bent over the well, looking down.
"You don't think they..." Miroku trailed off, shrugging his eyebrows up suggestively. A look of horror grew on Sango's face.
"No way! They haven't even kissed yet...besides, InuYasha's still not over Kikyo yet...I'm sure something just happened over there and they'll spend the night...or something..." Her eyes snagged Miroku's look. "In separate rooms."
"What are you two talking about?" Shippo asked, clearly confused. Miroku grinned.
"Maybe I'll tell you when you're a little older."
"Aw, c'mon! I want to know now."
"No, you don't." Sango clarified, hopping back on to Kirara's back behind Shippo. "We can rest in at Kaede's place tonight." Miroku sat behind Sango, beyond tempted. Instead, as Kirara began to run, he slid his hand over the scar on her back, hoping she would get the gesture. She whipped around, beginning with,
"Perv-" But it died in her mouth. After a moment of searching his eyes, she nodded quickly and turned around, her silky hair brushing his face. Miroku grinned in spite of himself, 'Was she blushing or was it just me...?'
Later that night
The flames of the fire leapt and cackled as Miroku lie awake, staring at his hand Sango had held, longing for her to touch it again. His eyes wandered over to her, her body draped in a blanket and her hair falling over her shoulders in raven locks tied in a ponytail.
To his surprise she said clearly,
"Get to sleep, monk." Opening her eyes as she sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"I can't, Sango."
"Why not?"
"I've been thinking..." It was now or never. InuYasha and Kagome couldn't interrupt, Shaippo was fast asleep...in if he desired any sleep he had to do this. Carefully he walked over and sat down beside her, cross-legged. The shadows dancing across her face made it that much harder for him to stare.
"Oh? Tried it finally?" She joked, snickering. "Sorry, go on."
"Well...Sango, I really..." He felt his face grow hot, his heartbeat quicken. 'Geez, you'd think I've never been around a woman before!' "Care for you. I honestly have never cared for anyone more in my entire life." Unconsciously, he felt his way to her hand, entwining her fingers with his. "And...I was wondering...After we defeat Naraku, and this...curse is lifted...will you live with me and bear my children?"
He hadn't been looking at her, and decided this was now the time to lock gazes. Her eyes had grown soft, tears rimming the edges dangerously. "Oh, Sango...I didn't mean to-" He was cut off when Sango pounced on him, sending him to the floor with a soft thud. She smiled, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her head into his chest.
Mirou smirked, this could get better. He gently rolled her over, lying on top of her, getting lost once again in those dark eyes. The monk felt her lips brush across his, a pleasant burning sensation as he accepted it, kissing her back. Gently his hand slid to the back of her neck, where he intensified it, exploring her mouth with his tongue.
Then his hand traveled up to her hair, which he pulled loose, feeling the silky strands pool over her shoulders. Sango pulled him closer, closing the gap between them, the rush of pure emotion flying throughout both.
After a few minutes they stopped, Miroku holding Sango close. This felt...so right...
"I think...together...our scars will heal faster..." Sango whispered, her warm breath bathing his covered chest. He only squeezed her tighter in response, as they drifted off to a peaceful slumber.
A smile formed on Miroku's lips as he remembered that Kagome had taken InuYasha to her era, going on a 'date.' It must've of been something important, because she was blushing and stammering when she asked the stubborn hanyou to come with her. Finally she convinced him to go, InuYasha asking if it was a certain type of demon. She rolled her eyes and giggled,
"You'll see..." And they were gone.
Miroku had wondered if it was the future's ear way of saying an appointment in bed...
Shippo insisted that they visit a meadow Kirara found on this beautiful afternoon. Miroku sighed, relaxing his alert muscles and closing his dark blue eyes with a hint of violet. It was then Sango muttered, barely above a whisper,
"Kohaku..."
"Hmmm?" Miroku asked, eyeing her warily. She snapped back to reality, looking at him and repeated,
"Oh, I was just thinking about Kohaku..."
"I know. What about your brother?"
"I'm not sure, really..." Absent-mindedly she touched her back, where the scar was supposed to be. Miroku felt sorry for her, he really did. He too, had no family left. He looked at his hand casually. He too had a scar that was hard about forgetting.
"We all have our scars..." He told her softly. Sango cocked her head to one side kind of curiously. Miroku could be really deep sometimes; this was the Miroku she liked, the one she saw only in glimpses at a time.
"Do you...do you think they'll heal over?" She asked timidly, looking down. Miroku shook his head.
"In time, perhaps..." He looked at Sango's bottom quickly, deciding what he was going to do next. Sango's face grew hot, and a slap rang throughout the air.
"Hentai!" She scolded. Miroku laughed, despite of the stinging on his cheek and the small ringing of his ears.
"There's the Sango I know..." She shook her head in dismay. Kirara with passenger Shippo rushed over, forming a path in the long grass.
"Can we go over there?" Shippo asked, pointing beyond their field of vision. Sango nodded,
"I know you'll do your best to protect him, Kirara. You two have fun, be back in a little while."
"Let's go!" Shippo squealed, and Kirara bounded off through the grass.
"You sound like a mother." Miroku commented. Sango blushed, turning away so he wouldn't see her face. 'Kind of cute...how she blushes like that...' Miroku thought, his eyes glinting in mischief.
She didn't say anything, but thought of all the times Miroku had asked other village women to bear his child, and he had never asked her...Much to Sango's surprise, she felt a spark of jealously rushing through her veins. Before she could stop herself, she blurted,
"How come you've never asked me?" Miroku knew what she was talking about.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh..." She thought over his solid answer. "I don't think I understand, Houshi-sama." He shifted uncomfortably. He wanted Sango in his arms, he wanted to ask her every single second of the day, to have that beautiful raven hair brush his face, to caress that soft skin on her cheeks, those deep and intelligent eyes gazing into his, to utter that four letter word that perhaps made her heart melt and her kiss seem so much more pleasant then he had imagined...
"Miroku..." He corrected, finding himself lost in those dark eyes hinted with magenta. "I don't think I can explain, Sango. I think it will come with time." His right hand bunched into a fist, the one with the black hole. She glanced down at it, inching a little closer.
"Like the healing of our scars?" Timidly, almost meekly, she laid a hand over his prayer beaded one; a sort of electric feeling pulsed throughout. He looked up in surprise, and smiled at Sango blushing.
"Yes." He entwined his fingers with hers, soaking in her warmth and touch. For a moment they just stared at the other, forgetting about reality for moment. Then they both pulled away, somewhat reluctantly, when Kirara and Shippo bounded over the grass, bringing with them the fading of daytime. Miroku avoided looking at Sango, he was sure she did the same. Kirara flew by them, Miroku grabbing onto her fur first and sitting himself down on her soft back, Sango behind him.
"I can't wait to see Kagome and InuYasha, to tell about this 'date' thing, whatever it was." Shippo remarked. They came to the well soon enough, to find no InuYasha and Kagome. Miroku's earlier suspicions had been confirmed.
"Where are they?" Sango asked no one in particular. She bent over the well, looking down.
"You don't think they..." Miroku trailed off, shrugging his eyebrows up suggestively. A look of horror grew on Sango's face.
"No way! They haven't even kissed yet...besides, InuYasha's still not over Kikyo yet...I'm sure something just happened over there and they'll spend the night...or something..." Her eyes snagged Miroku's look. "In separate rooms."
"What are you two talking about?" Shippo asked, clearly confused. Miroku grinned.
"Maybe I'll tell you when you're a little older."
"Aw, c'mon! I want to know now."
"No, you don't." Sango clarified, hopping back on to Kirara's back behind Shippo. "We can rest in at Kaede's place tonight." Miroku sat behind Sango, beyond tempted. Instead, as Kirara began to run, he slid his hand over the scar on her back, hoping she would get the gesture. She whipped around, beginning with,
"Perv-" But it died in her mouth. After a moment of searching his eyes, she nodded quickly and turned around, her silky hair brushing his face. Miroku grinned in spite of himself, 'Was she blushing or was it just me...?'
Later that night
The flames of the fire leapt and cackled as Miroku lie awake, staring at his hand Sango had held, longing for her to touch it again. His eyes wandered over to her, her body draped in a blanket and her hair falling over her shoulders in raven locks tied in a ponytail.
To his surprise she said clearly,
"Get to sleep, monk." Opening her eyes as she sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"I can't, Sango."
"Why not?"
"I've been thinking..." It was now or never. InuYasha and Kagome couldn't interrupt, Shaippo was fast asleep...in if he desired any sleep he had to do this. Carefully he walked over and sat down beside her, cross-legged. The shadows dancing across her face made it that much harder for him to stare.
"Oh? Tried it finally?" She joked, snickering. "Sorry, go on."
"Well...Sango, I really..." He felt his face grow hot, his heartbeat quicken. 'Geez, you'd think I've never been around a woman before!' "Care for you. I honestly have never cared for anyone more in my entire life." Unconsciously, he felt his way to her hand, entwining her fingers with his. "And...I was wondering...After we defeat Naraku, and this...curse is lifted...will you live with me and bear my children?"
He hadn't been looking at her, and decided this was now the time to lock gazes. Her eyes had grown soft, tears rimming the edges dangerously. "Oh, Sango...I didn't mean to-" He was cut off when Sango pounced on him, sending him to the floor with a soft thud. She smiled, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her head into his chest.
Mirou smirked, this could get better. He gently rolled her over, lying on top of her, getting lost once again in those dark eyes. The monk felt her lips brush across his, a pleasant burning sensation as he accepted it, kissing her back. Gently his hand slid to the back of her neck, where he intensified it, exploring her mouth with his tongue.
Then his hand traveled up to her hair, which he pulled loose, feeling the silky strands pool over her shoulders. Sango pulled him closer, closing the gap between them, the rush of pure emotion flying throughout both.
After a few minutes they stopped, Miroku holding Sango close. This felt...so right...
"I think...together...our scars will heal faster..." Sango whispered, her warm breath bathing his covered chest. He only squeezed her tighter in response, as they drifted off to a peaceful slumber.