Unusual

Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever owned the characters of InuYasha. I do, however, like to play with them every once in a while. . .

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She is . . . most unusual.

She, of course, is Sango. The professional demon slayer in this ragtag group hell-bent on destroying that evil hanyou, Naraku.

Now, Sango is not a normal young woman, I have to admit. How many ladies do you know that carry a gigantic boomerang made out of youkai bone? That would rather do physical exercise than pick flowers? That wear skintight armor on a regular basis? Not many, I'm sure.

And perhaps it is because of these things and others that made her so confusing to me at first. I wasn't quite sure what to do with her.

Alright, alright, that's a lie. I knew what to do with her. Or rather, what to do with her body. Ah. . . Her curvaceous hips, her long, silky hair, her tight and firm—

Uh. . . Nevermind. That's irrelevant. The point is, I knew how to treat her as a pretty woman, but not how to treat her as Sango.

So, I tried feeling her out (in more ways then one). But she just put dents in my skull with that large boomerang of hers. Then I tried professing my thoughts of her attractiveness, but the feisty woman left hand-shaped red marks on my cheeks. Definitely, I thought, not a normal girl.

Usually, a line about a girl's beauty would get me a giggle and a blush, followed by a playful remark about my vow of chastity. Not a flustered and angry woman with violence on her mind. Now, I'm not stupid. I know that Sango was simply not used to receiving such comments, but did she have to whack me across the head every time?!

Although, I must admit that I didn't really mind the violence that much. It was kind of kinky, actually. But, Sango didn't really see it that way, I guess. Too bad. I heard from Mushin that women who are fueled by anger and sexual attraction make for excellent lovers. I mean, really, can you imagine the amount of passion that would go into the—

Ahem. Once again, I'll have to ask you to nevermind that.

Anyway, as time went on, the anomalies about Sango sort of drifted away until they were nothing. I mean, I knew that they were there, but they became less like things that were unusual and more like things that were just a part of Sango. She became less of an unusual girl and more like, well, Sango. I found that all of these things that were not common on any other woman, I would not have her give up. And then it was after that I realized that Sango was not like any other girl because I loved her. All of her differences, all of the things that made her Sango, were the exact same things that made me so attracted to her. I knew that if I ever had the choice between her and another, so-called 'normal' girl, that I would choose Sango in a heartbeat.

One day, one day soon, I'll be able to tell her all of these things without regret. When I am no longer cursed by this hand of mine, when the threat of my death and those whom I love no longer looms over me, when I can be a free man with no worries, then I will tell her. And, if she has me, then I'll become her husband, the father of her children, and her one and only love.

Until then, I am content to be in love with the unusual girl, Sango, in quiet.

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-Celeste