Miroku watched Sango from over the hill. She went out earlier and hadn't come back for a while so he wanted to check on her. Earlier that day she got hit by her hiratikotsu and, Kohaku attacked her with his weapon. Sango now laid asleep on the grass. She should've been inside getting proper rest but, she snuck out thinking no one noticed. Miroku noticed though. He noticed everything about her.
Miroku walked down the hill until he reached her. He took off the purple top part of his robes and laid it on top of Sango. He sat down next to her and watched her silently. Her chest raised and fell. Her eyebrows twitched occasionally, revealing that she wasn't having a pleasant dream.
Miroku sighed and brushed her bangs out of her eyes. He then rested his warm hand against her cheek. Her body was freezing. Miroku frowned and whispered, "Even though she is freezing to death she still chooses to come outside… I won't ever understand woman…"
A smile crept onto Sango's face and she weakly giggled. Miroku looked over at her and his face softened, "I see you're awake." Sango didn't respond. "No? Was I just imagining things now?" Miroku knew she was very well awake. Sango rolled onto her side to face Miroku but, winced in pain and then rolled onto her back once more.
"Take it easy," Miroku ordered, looking at her with a worried expression. Sango opened her eyes and looked at her beloved. "My good monk…" She managed to crook out; her voice was hard and raspy. "Are you in pain my dear?" Miroku asked as Sango pulled herself up. "Just a lot," Sango meekly smiled then Miroku wrapped his arms around her and gently pulled her in.
"Rest, Sango, I need you to get better," Miroku whispered. Sango muttered, "Do not worry, I will be fine." Miroku frowned and looked down at her, "Sango, there is no need for you to act tough around me, especially if you are frightened…" Sango looked up at him with teary eyes, her voice shaking, "I am not frightened." Miroku shrugged, "Okay… I guess, I shall leave then…" "No! Don't go, just stay here and be silent," Sango gripped onto him tighter.
"Sango, dear, you don't have to hold me so tightly, I won't ever leave you," Miroku sighed in her hair. Sango nodded and closed her eyes. "Sango, your skin is freezing, please let me take you back inside," Miroku pleaded. Sango objected sternly, standing up, "Miroku, I am fine. I do not feel the need to go back." Miroku smirked as she began to lose her balance. She was starting to get light head and dizzy. Miroku noticed this and stood up next to her ready to catch the fall. Sango looked drunk at this point, she held out her pointer finger to Miroku, "Don't you dare." Sango then passed out and Miroku did what she didn't want. He caught her at mid fall and then carried her back into the hut.
"Woman…"
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