A/N: Just when I thought I was going to give up on my fanfics… I was inspired by the story "Some one Out There", by DESPERAD0. Lots of thanks goes to him/her for the awesome story! And who knows, I may just start continuing my fics…
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Sango, for once, was bursting with happiness. The grin on her face threatened to tear her face apart.
Finally, after years of hardship and pain, she was going to get the happiness she deserved.
Today was the day she was going to tell Miroku she loved him.
That was how Inuyasha found her, in a field of flowers, smiling foolishly.
"Oy, Sango, what the hell are you doing?" All Sango could do was smile at him. The bouquet of flowers in her hands was perfectly arranged, the bright colors matching.
"You'll see, Inuyasha! You'll see!" Sango chirped, going towards the hut Miroku was in.
"My God, is she skipping?"
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Kagome's doe-like eyes stared up at him.
"Are you sure we should be doing this? It's gonna hurt them so much…"
He whispered harshly back at her. "It's time we get some happiness, Kagome-chan. We've been waiting for too long. They had their chances, and it has come and gone. Don't you love me enough to do this? I feel for them too, but every time I try to be with her, all I can think about is you. You know how I feel. But the question is, do you feel the same way?" His eyes dimmed a little.
"Shush! Don't you ever question my feelings for you like that! You know what you mean to me." Her full lips curled into a pout, big eyes searching for his. He sighed, but the mischievous twinkle in his eyes gave away his thoughts.
"If you love me like you say you do, will you give me a kiss?" A blush formed on her cheeks, spreading on to the bridge of her nose.
"Of course, but this is my first time…" Kagome wrinkled her nose. A deep chuckle came from the male. She leaned forward, lips slightly apart, preparing to capture his lips with her own.
Their lips met in a frenzy, starting out first as a soft chaste kiss, soon losing its innocence as their tongues met in a battle of dominance.
They were so caught up in their act of passion, that they did not hear the straw mat lifting, nor the small gasp that emitted from a pair of lips, nor the bouquet dropping. When they finally realized they had a visitor, it was when a hand found it's way to his cheeks, the force forcing him to fall down.
"How could you?" Sango's voice was barely audible. The eyes of two young lovers lowered their heads in shame. "I thought you promised, Houshi-sama."
"Sango, you know well that I don't deserve you, after all, I'm just a traveling monk with little to spare."
"Yet she does?" The words forming on the young monk's tongue died away.
"It's not like you love him, Sango-chan." As soon as the words left her tongue, Kagome regretted saying them as Sango directed her heated glare at her.
"You think you know everything…" The anger was still there, but it quickly melted into pain. Sango felt an invisible hand clutch on her heart.
"I'm sorry, Sango…" The hand suddenly had claws. Out of instinct, Sango raised her hand, preparing to slap him, out of the pain he, no they, caused her. Miroku clutched Kagome to him tightly, protecting her from Sango's wrath. Miroku felt the rush of wind, as Sango's hand neared him, as he clutched Kagome tighter, if possible. But just when he was sure it was going to hit him-
A small drop of salty liquid fell on his nose. Miroku peek through lidded eyes, to find Sango's eyes squeezed tightly in pain, a tear streaking down her face. A small sob escaped her.
"Houshi-sama…"
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As a young child, Sango believed in fairytales of princesses and knights in shining armor, and of witches and evil queens.
She felt like the evil queen as Miroku held Kagome to him, her hand guiding itself to his face. Just as she was going to make contact with him, it stopped involuntarily. A tear leaked out of her eye, down the bridge of her nose, and finally on to his face.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was the one destined to be in his arms, to have all his attention. She wasn't supposed to be the one, out of jealousy, to slap him as he held on to the girl of his dreams like it was depended on his life. She was supposed to have him all to herself, with no one to steal him from her…
A sob escaped her, as she murmured, perhaps for the last time.
"Houshi-sama…"
Why her?
Well, this is gonna be a multi chapter fic, as you can tell. I'm not as cruel as to leave it just like that.
Reviews and constructive critisizm (can't spell...) are always appreciated!
Sugar Sweetie
