(A/N: yo. I'm posting this story I wrote a while ago that I just refound...I haven't posted anything in

so long and it's making me sad...DX My computer was totally fried by lightning, so I lost all my

documents and WIPs. (sob))

Disclaimer: Don't own Inuyasha

Pairing: MirSan

Note: Takes place shortly after Miroku proposes to Sango. Very short.

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Miroku sat next to the lake with his brow slightly furrowed. He was skipping rocks.

"Hey Miroku," Sango greeted. She sat down next to him. He turned his head and gave her a wan smile, then turned back and flung a rock across the water.

"Is...something wrong?" she asked.

"No, not really. Just a bad dream. Don't worry about it, Miss Sango." He paused with a stone in his hand to stare into space for a moment, recalling a memory. After a few seconds he tossed it half-heartedly into the water, where it sank with a -plop!- The demon-slayer looked on concernedly.

"Sango, did you...did you mean it when you said you'd come with me after Naraku was dead?"

"Huh? Of course I meant it! I wouldn't kid about something like that!"

"And you haven't changed your mind about it or anything?"

"No...Is this what your dream was about?"

"Yes. You left me." He took a deep breath, then smiled. "But I feel better now. You have laid my fears to rest."

She smiled back.

He seemed to contemplate for a moment before he spoke again.

"Sango, in my dream you left because of my womanizing."

"Oh really? Imagine that," she drawled sarcastically.

"Yes really," he said, nodding. "So, I've decided I'm going to try to break the habit."

"Eh?" She stared at him. Then she leaned forward and put her hand on his forehead.

"Miroku, are you feeling okay?"

He reached up and pulled her hand away; however, he did not let go of it. He also took her other hand, and held them in his lap, thumb stroking them absently.

"I'm not sick. I mean it, I'm going to try my best to stop."

It took a moment for this to sink in.

"Miroku..." her eyes softened. "Thank you so much, that means a lot to me."

The monk felt a rush of joy. He loved making her happy.

"But don't over-exert yourself," she told him.

"Hm?"

"Well, this will probably-- definitely-- be hard for you, so I can't expect you to just stop flirting alltogether. I'll be happy so long as you're trying."

"Even if I forget myself a few times?"

"Yes."

"Ah, Sango. You're wonderful."

She blushed.

Carefully, he turned her headand tilted her chin up so he could kiss her softly.

"Jeez, people, get a room," Inuyasha said from behind them. The two jumped and pulled apart.

"Sit, boy."

-wham-

"You guys ready to go?" Kagome asked, smiling.

As they left, a thought crossed Miroku's mind. Getting a room doesn't sound so bad...

Because after all, he hadn't promised to stop being perverted around her.

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(A/N: yep. Ya gotta love Miroku. Whoo boy, I think I wrote this when I was twelve. I touched it up a

little, but the writing's still pretty bad. Reviews, anybody?)