She's got you high
Chapter one: Fireflies
I sat there on the river bank looking at my hand, the cursed one. My Kazana could and would endanger all his companions. Kagome, Inuyasha, (And he wasn't going to let him die until he chose between Kagome and Kikyo) and Sango. 'Sango…' I thought as the wind rustled trough my hair softly, making my bangs fly above my face, my violet eyes narrowed into a sorrowful position. "Why is she so violent?" I mumbled, "if she wasn't I would've told her how I felt ages ago."
Just then I felt a presence in my area, I took my staff, and heard a twig snap. I turned around to look who it was. It turned out to be Sango herself. Her dark brown hair moves with the wind, and her dark eyes seemed to glisten in the moonlight. After a moment I stammered, "S-Sango, what are you doing here?"
"Couldn't sleep," she said flatly.
She came closer and sat next to me, feeling calmer, I sat down again. I took short glances at her, but her eyes were fixed on the moon, not knowing how to attract her attention, I whispered, "Fireflies…"
She looked at me, bewildered, and replied, "Fireflies? What about them?"
Normal P.O.V.
"Well, um, they're really pretty to watch, and since it's spring….well they'd come," he then said with more force, "at night! Which it is…"
Sango looked at him with more confusion now. "And how do you know it's spring? All the laces we've been to had the same whether conditions no matter how long we stayed.
He looked at her, paused, and then replied, "Because….I'm a monk, and holy men know all about nature!"
She raised an eyebrow. Miroku and 'holy' didn't exactly fit in the same category, at least not as long as he kept flirting with women and asking them to bear his child. Of course, it annoyed her all the more that some have said 'yes'. She sighed, a sad look in her eyes. Even if he was a lecherous womanizer, she was attracted to him, and the attraction went beyond a simple crush. Miroku seemed to notice her sadness and lifted her chin up. Did he notice she liked him, and would he take advantage of it? Half of her hoped he would, while the other half would beat him to a pulp if he did. "Sango…." he began, his face close to hers, his violet eyes staring into her dark ones, the fireflies buzzing around them.
At that moment, she was sure he would kiss her, and she waited for him to do so, so she could hit him afterwards. But instead he said, "Are you thinking about Kohaku?"
Her eyes widened then narrowed to their sad position once more. How could she say 'no'? Avoiding the question, she asked, "Why do you look so sad?"
Miroku stared at her for a moment; he couldn't tell her the truth why so he said, with a said and grievous tone to emphasize his answer, "Because no woman seems to want to bear my child for the greater good, only because they want to get into my hayakama (A/N: I think that's how it's spelt)."
"Well maybe one would if you don't keep telling them what they want to hear and be yourself," she said coolly, angered by his reply.
His eyes widened in shock at her answer and said, "But telling them what they want to hear is part of my nature, I am being myself."
He got an idea and bent over, whispering in her ear seductively, "Are you jealous?"
"N-no! I am just predicting that your death won't be by the hand of Naraku, but by a mob of angry village women," she said, ignoring the fleeting pleasure of the sensation of his hot breath against her ear.
He smiled at her answer. No way he would hide how he felt any longer. It's part of his nature to tell women what they wanted to hear, and in this case, he was sure she wanted to hear it. Then he whispered, "You know, being myself never seems to help. Any other suggestions?"
"Sticking with one woman makes you more desirable, letch." she said.
He mentally checked out 'tell her how I feel' from his to-do list. But he lamely asked, "Would you desire me?"
Her pulse quickened when he asked that question. What should she say? If she said 'no' it would be lying, but since when did she care about that anyway? And if she said 'yes' he might think she likes him already, even tough it was the truth, or he might not notice it and become a better person. Then again, why would he change for her desire? "Maybe," she said, "time can only tell, letch."
"Then I shall try my best," he mumbled.
"What was that?" she asked.
"Um…. 'Then I shall try my best'." he said, choosing to tell the truth, only to avoid a punch on her part.
Whack! But it was pointless. He sat on the ground, rubbing his cheek and cursing himself. And since he was doing that he didn't notice the crimson blush on Sango's cheeks.
A/N
I know most of you wanted/were expecting a kiss, but this isn't a one shot so I'm saving it, at least until chapter two. (Miroku scowls)
Review! (you just HAD to be expecting that)