Author's Note: Written for the Angst, Anguish and Torment table at the LJ comm inuyasha_sango. The prompt used is 'not meant to be'.
She had never felt anything quite like it.
On one hand, she felt a kinship with the hardened warrior who appreciated the value of self-discipline as much as she did – as much as her old comrades did. She and Inuyasha naturally gravitated to one another; even though they traveled in their separate pairs, they banded together when in action, moving fluidly in perfect synchronization with each other's movements.
And yet Sango knew what she was feeling was wrong; so horribly wrong.
She knew it was not meant to be; Inuyasha was meant for her dear friend Kagome. Miroku – despite his womanizing ways, had feelings for her.
But still...
No matter how many times she tried to rein in her traitorous emotions, the slightest touch, a gruff word, a badly-disguised look of concern would send them racing again.
Kagome and Miroku deserved more than this. They deserved – and would get, she promised herself – the happy ending fate had in store for them after Naraku was defeated.
Even then, as she watched Inuyasha out of the corner of her eye, his golden eyes fixed on Kagome; as Miroku entertained Shippou, smiling softly at her now and then: at what cost would this happy ending come for her heart?