Part One

Blood laced her fingers from the fresh demon kill. She sighed, another demon dead, another job completed.

'Only a billion more…then I can retire…' She growled to herself.

Sango rose and dragged the Hirikotsu over her shoulder carelessly, and tried to mentally purify herself. This of course was quite easy on such a beautiful day. She closed her eyes peacefully as she made her way back into the forest where her friends had been waiting for her return. Her sword dangled loosely at her side, it also was bloodstained and growing dull.

Sango then suddenly fell to the ground, dropping the Hirikotsu, and landing on her knees. She'd thrown out her hands before her, and she let her head hang. Her chest heaved, and her pupil shrank incredibly, as if she'd been staring into the blaze of the noontime sun. She gasped for air, but none came.

'I can't breathe…'

'I'm dying…'

Darkness quickly overthrew her, forcing her into the lonesome world of unconsciousness.

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Miroku had been dozing off slightly beneath the warmth of the morning rays. A slightly chilling breeze licked his face, and he stirred as he woke. "Something isn't right…" He mumbled.

"What now?" Kagome questioned as she realized the monk had woken.

"I'm going for a walk…" Miroku finally stated. He rose silently, and simply left without another word.

His mind drifted incredibly while he weaved himself down the winding dirt path. 'It has been a while since Sango left… Didn't she leave at dawn? I believe so…' He smiled as his head leaned back towards the crystal blue sky. A new sweet breeze floated by, ruffling his dark hair. 'How her face will look when I see her…she'll probably be weak…' He imagined Sango falling into his arms once they met again.

You can dress me up in diamonds

You can dress me up in dirt…

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"I have to get up…" Sango cried quietly. "I have to…before someone comes up from behind and kills me…"

Sango screamed when she heard footsteps from behind.

Oh, I have waited here for you

I have waited…

"Sango…?"

She had been trembling and whimpering, attempting to get up and escape, but she simply couldn't. She didn't realize that she had received a rather large gash across her front as a parting gift from the demon.

Miroku came around the bend of the path and saw a fallen angel. He could feel himself shaking from fear. Sango wasn't weak, she was far beyond it. He rushed to her side, and reassured her that she was alright (He felt rather manly when he stated that he would be there to protect her). At this point, she had managed to crawl to the monk and hoist herself up using his shoulder, and for a few moments they sat there in silence, only the song of a young dove could be heard.

"Please…help me up…" Sango whispered.

Miroku was pulled out of his trance and then stood slowly as the demon slayer clung to his shoulders. Sango insisted that she walk, even though it was clear she could hardly do so. She draped an arm around his neck, where as Miroku's could be found 'round her waist. Sango limped along as Miroku walked at almost a dead pace, being her stabilizer.

"I'm sorry to burden you like this…" She apologized, turning her glance to the path before her.

"It's alright…" Miroku mumbled, "but what happened to you?"

Sango closed her eyes. "Nothing.." She lied.

Miroku looked at her accusingly. "How can you tell me nothing happened when I found you lying on the ground in a puddle of your own blood?!" He cried.

You can throw me like a boomerang

I'll come back and beat you up…

Note: Yay! Second Miroku/Sango fic! Please let me know what you think...I know it's short, but stay tuned! This time there will be more than one chapter…